Snake Venom Ch 101

by berry

Chapter 101

At Lee Yeonwoo’s words, Cheon Wooshin glanced back. Sensing the flicker of agitation across the impassive face was not difficult; Lee Yeonwoo nodded shallowly. Cheon Wooshin’s investigation had classified Shin Junseong as human. Sweeping a hand over his face once, Lee Yeonwoo continued.

“The scent is faint, so I can’t pinpoint the exact species, but he is definitely not human. It’s hard to explain—beyond pheromones, there’s a distinctive aroma unique to half-breeds.”

It was how he distinguished human from half-breed in blind hunting grounds. Perhaps a fragrance so subtle and covert that only someone of Lee Yeonwoo’s caliber could detect it.

“No human could emit such a smell. And…”

Unidentifiable heat surged beneath his throat. For an instant, it felt like being sucked into scalding water.

“C-could you open the window?”

The request granted, the glass slid down. Cold wind tousled his hair wildly; breathing eased somewhat.

Yet clarity sharpened skin sensitivity. Forcibly cooled flesh prickled, then burned. Covering his dazed face with palms, Lee Yeonwoo exhaled feebly. Despite the direct chill, his body blazed. Was this truly cornered on all sides? Opening the window to regain wits only let the wind torment reason.

“Hss…”

Stimulation whichever way—frustration welled, but with no escape, duty came first. Lee Yeonwoo scrubbed his face roughly with both hands, as though shaking off the chaos within. Forehead and cheeks swept harshly.

“And I smelled it. The venom you’re seeking, Team Leader.”

What emanated from Shin Junseong was unmistakably the culprit’s scent.

“At first, I wondered if he might be Snake Venom’s master…”

The decisive reason for indulging Shin Junseong’s mischief. Uncertain whether the aroma came from the drug or the man himself, he had prolonged with docile yet bold demeanor. Cheon Wooshin’s eventual permission was answer to the plea *use me to the end*.

It allowed more time together. Lee Yeonwoo, refusing to take the reprieve for granted, maximized focus. He scraped every trace of scent from Shin Junseong.

The aphrodisiac swallowed in exchange was the final burden to bear. Two-hour potency, temporary memory loss as side effect. While any sanity remained, Lee Yeonwoo chose to spill rather than refine.

“If he were the culprit, proximity would have confirmed it. But the scent was too weak for the master. The crucial point is…”

He wished coherent explanation, but body betrayed. Fever scorched; even pronunciation strained. Yet Lee Yeonwoo regulated breath against the blaze. From incident’s start, the team battled time—information must reach them swiftly.

“This is the strongest I’ve ever sensed it. Vivid. Fleeting, yet like meeting the venom’s owner. So the supplier’s line…”

Abruptly halting, Lee Yeonwoo gazed out the window. Dilated pupils and panic-twisted face hid beneath palms. Ears then blazed as though aflame.

Unknown fluid suddenly soaked between his thighs. Unable to accept the involuntary wetting, Lee Yeonwoo clutched the discarded jacket, draping it over his lap. The swelling flesh straining trousers and its terrifying sensation were barely ignored.

Even the silence Lee Yeonwoo cast was heeded; prolonged quiet prompted Cheon Wooshin’s glance.

“You alright?”

The brief call swiftly refocused blurred vision. No panic. Drug would peak soon. No need to stoke his urgency with foreseen symptoms. Nodding, Lee Yeonwoo forced continuation.

“His claim of needing the producer’s mercy is likely false. He’s far closer in reality.”

At some point, eyes closed, Lee Yeonwoo spoke. The anticipated limit approached relentlessly. Slight lapse threatened erotic surge. Biting inner cheek painfully, releasing, he rubbed heated eyes fiercely.

“Otherwise the scent couldn’t be that strong. Before meeting us, he encountered a man—huff… at minimum, visited where the culprit lingered.”

Given his market sway, no mere accomplice.

“He might operate the production plant itself.”

At Cheon Wooshin’s elaboration, Lee Yeonwoo nodded.

“A figure to reexamine from scratch. This operation matters, but Snake Venom must be traced through Shin Junseong too.”

Non-human, bearing venom scent—nothing about Shin Junseong could be trusted. New data contradicted prior; restarting from zero was wiser. Thus supplemented investigation could preempt unforeseen variables.

This should suffice. Though delivery chaotic, content complete. Relieved, Lee Yeonwoo slumped against the backrest.

Cheon Wooshin dialed Joo Doyoung.

*Shin Junseong… half-breed… reinvestigate…*

Directive voice flowed muffled into ears. Buzzing, receding, then swelling as if whispered beside. Cheon Wooshin’s scent mirrored—subtly circling the nose, then stabbing sharply.

Lee Yeonwoo wished this interval to pass swiftly. Voice, fragrance, deliberately ignored profile. Blocking senses drawn to him grew impossible.

“Just relay ‘suppression team’—Jung Suho will understand. If plant found, for smooth arrest, false identities… minimum twenty. Yes, good. Seek Im Sehan’s aid if overburdened.”

Impeccably professional tone scattered at Lee Yeonwoo’s ears when—

*Feels like I’ll burst if I don’t shoot anywhere.*

Simultaneously, another surge leaked from his member. Aghast, Lee Yeonwoo covered his face, deep breathing.

Chest heaved erratically. Not climax—ejaculation without peak—yet indefinable. Was the drug active? Why worsening? Above all, why now recall the altered Cheon Wooshin? Before panic subsided, another sentence raked his mind.

*Ever sucked cock here?*

The voice piercing without warning was utterly arrogant. The unidentified man born beyond Cheon Wooshin’s control—cruel, decadent, unrestrained—had toyed with Lee Yeonwoo at whim, deceiving the shell’s owner inexpressibly.

He seemed to have left indelible marks within. Memory alone could not achieve this. Submerged in subconscious, it raided, ransacking the mind.

Gentle Cheon Wooshin had rooted affection; the other carved physical scars. Current reason could not stem the sudden, shameful recollections and pleasure.

Drug-muddled rationality chased Cheon Wooshin. Despite feigned ignorance, inflamed senses sought only him. Present or the mocker—boiling desire craved solely him.

Like plummeting into flames. If this eroded even the fragile self… Beneath palms, Lee Yeonwoo’s lips twisted faintly. Hurry—let the drug peak. He wished no further loss of self.

“……”

Call ended, Cheon Wooshin turned.

“Lee Yeonwoo-ssi, are you alri—”

Words trailed; unnoticed, Lee Yeonwoo answered flusteredly.

“Eut, yes. I can endure. Still manageable.”

He strove to reply. Lowering hands from eyes, he startled. Cheon Wooshin’s gaze—thought occupied elsewhere—pierced him.

“……”

Limit brimmed to the chin. Black eyes focused alone throbbed below. As body blazed unchecked, instinct screamed warning. Arousal toward one disappointed and hurt by him was truly shameless, pathetic—

Perhaps seconds their gazes locked deeply. Brow twitching, Cheon Wooshin briefly scratched it.

Action incomprehensible to Lee Yeonwoo. Inhaling sharply, he turned to the void.

“Can heat come early?”

Cheon Wooshin’s voice, lowered, flowed swiftly along ear nerves—yet cognition lagged.

“Heat…”

Why sudden mention? Principle identical—explosive desire—yet triggers differed. But Cheon Wooshin spoke not without reason; Lee Yeonwoo forced sluggish thoughts. His heat due in four days; booster suppressant scheduled tomorrow. Following Cheon Wooshin’s gaze—above his own head.