Snake Venom Ch 102

Chapter 102

 

Cheon Wooshin’s gaze was strange. The eyes, stripped of their usual calm and ease, resembled those of someone who had caught sight of something unexpected. As if beholding what should not be seen. Or as if encountering the utterly unfamiliar. A faint blend of disbelief and probing inquiry mingled ambiguously.

 

In that instant, déjà vu struck. Once before, standing before Cheon Wooshin, similar symptoms had raged. Heart pounding as though to burst from the chest, face burning, sudden swelling arousal rendering the crown dizzy—those moments overlapped with the present in a flash.

 

With a dreadful suspicion, Lee Yeonwoo raised his hand. An impossible texture met his fingertips. Startled, he withdrew, then touched the crown again. Within the trembling palm, soft fur and cartilage asserted vivid presence.

 

“Uh…”

 

*Morphological mutation.* The term surfaced; a numbing shock spread as though struck hard at the nape. Lee Yeonwoo’s pupils clouded, vacant.

 

Since the first heat, he had neither seen nor touched the area. Even then, only ears had protruded; terrified of recurrence, he took suppressants daily without fail. Even in wretched Sodom, he incurred debt to procure them.

 

Heats beginning near-identically each cycle passed mildly thanks to the drugs. Clutching the throbbing below, fumbling through clumsy masturbation—an isolated struggle that subsided unnoticed. He had assumed this one would pass similarly.

 

“Th-this…”

 

No reply sufficed. Eyes veiled by hair swayed precariously. Consciousness, shaken by the aphrodisiac, swirled without respite.

 

“Lee Yeonwoo-ssi.”

 

The rigid voice calling him ignited further. Startled, Lee Yeonwoo’s lids fluttered rapidly. Emotions sloshing like waves soon rocked violently. His face contorted.

 

Hybrid morphological mutation was deemed vestige of savagery, brand of inferiority. The first stage of impaired reason, proof of incompleteness and imbalance. Especially involuntary partial transformation equated to proclaiming oneself beast.

 

“I d-don’t know… why this…”

 

Murmured confusion thickened. Busy concealing the risen ears, Lee Yeonwoo remained unaware of Cheon Wooshin’s intensifying gaze. Efforts to regain composure only distanced the world further.

 

Meanwhile, the body blazed in real time. Heart raced to batter the ears; inhalations shortened incessantly.

 

“I took the suppressants regularly— this shouldn’t, couldn’t happen.”

 

If ears protruded, other parts might mutate too. Lee Yeonwoo frantically scanned hand and face. Fortunately unchanged beyond ears—yet fear of further transformation gripped him.

 

Clothed, yet feeling starkly exposed. Shame and terror churned nauseatingly. Lee Yeonwoo draped the jacket over his head. He wished no one—especially Cheon Wooshin—to witness this unsightly form. Already insufficient displaying only usefulness and flawlessness—now this pathetic spectacle.

 

“Th-the Hybrid sedative, you said there was one. Give it to me.”

 

If runaway instinct could not be halted, sever consciousness entirely. Lee Yeonwoo urged frantically.

 

“Q-quickly.”

 

Face pallid, he cornered himself. The Hybrid survival instinct—concealing weakness—manifested abnormally. As though sedative alone were salvation, he extended trembling hands toward Cheon Wooshin. No response heightened anxiety; eyes darted wildly.

 

“Th-the booster suppressant, where is it.”

 

“Wait.”

 

A curt word halted him; Cheon Wooshin swept hair upward.

 

“Don’t act rashly.”

 

“……”

 

*RASHLY.* The negative term burrowed; Lee Yeonwoo stiffened.

 

“Let me ask again. Has heat ever come early?”

 

The rational query to assess pierced the crumbling interior effortlessly. Calm eyes drew a line—not quite a line.

 

Another disappointment.

 

The mere hypothesis flooded sorrow. Though symptoms drug-induced, recognition eluded amid bodily overload.

 

“Ha…”

 

A sigh laced with lament entered his ears; the desperate will to hide halted abruptly. Momentarily dazed, Lee Yeonwoo stared at Cheon Wooshin. Furrowed brow leaked suppressed emotion. Bewilderment and self-mockery entwined—evident burden. Lee Yeonwoo knew that face. The one that had poured forth when he deceived and betrayed Cheon Wooshin’s best intentions.

 

Mind spun whirlpool-like. Tinnitus rang; vision blurred. Sensations forcibly suppressed now raged incomparably fiercer—from this moment. Cheon Wooshin leaned forward.

 

“My foresight was lacking. First, to Seolkyung.”

 

Somewhere in Lee Yeonwoo’s mind, a taut string snapped. Countless thoughts surged chaotically, entangling. Amid the maelstrom—devoid of priority or order—one question thrust upward.

 

*Why has it come to this? What have I done to make him wear that expression again? I wanted to do well. Even if broken, I wanted to do it differently, properly from now.*

 

From the instant he saw Cheon Wooshin’s shocked eyes, Lee Yeonwoo had wanted to apologize. Explain, persuade. Beg properly once, alongside *you’ve worked hard* and final severance.

 

Yet words alone could not heal the wound. Thus, instead of seeking forgiveness, he pleaded *use me to the end*. To show sincerity through clear action rather than excuses. Yet why this.

 

He wished Cheon Wooshin unhurt. Desired longer time with the healthy, whole him. Unable to approach, yet unwilling to distance. No more distortion. Still, seeing the cracked expression again, Lee Yeonwoo’s thoughts floundered in boiling arousal. *What went wrong? Why this? How to hold on?*

 

*Know when to be discarded.*

 

*How not to be abandoned?*

 

Not merely the sigh. Since Cheon Wooshin declared severance, extreme fear had driven him.

 

*Team Leader likes honesty.*

 

Reason overly shrunk; thought circuits simplified childlike. One fact pressed desperately: *want to turn back.* The urge to apologize—endured repeatedly, clinging only to duty—surged then blurred. Lee Yeonwoo could not stem the overflowing longing.

 

“…I’m sorry.”

 

Near-unconscious wish escaped as sound.

 

“I’m sorry for deceiving you, Team Leader.”

 

“……”

 

Mouth ungovernable. Once begun, it poured defenselessly.

 

“I’m truly… sorry for lying.”

 

At a red light, Cheon Wooshin turned; eyes widened. In dilated pupils formed Lee Yeonwoo—jacket-draped, face alone exposed, whimpering repeatedly. From him, unfiltered heart spilled, filling the space.

 

“I—I understand what you did then. When my heat comes, I get… lewd, wanting touch. Just… keep wanting to touch, rub. I want it now too.”

 

It cascaded as though wonder he had endured.

 

The stiffened member’s surrounds were already soaked. Voicing desire sent tingling impulses to fingertips. Yet masturbation in Cheon Wooshin’s presence was impossible. Comprehending dimly, hand twitched toward thighs. Instead, Lee Yeonwoo gripped them.

 

Knuckles whitened; faint veins bulged on pale skin. Upon that hand, Cheon Wooshin’s eyes settled silently. Beneath impassive, stark gaze, something nameless glimmered faintly.

 

BEEEP—! The rear car blared loudly. Urging the unmoving vehicle at changed signal. Glancing back, Cheon Wooshin turned forward, driving again. Meanwhile, Lee Yeonwoo muttered entranced.

 

“I’m like that even on drugs. You too, right? Despite injections, it wouldn’t obey. Who’d want memory loss? To become so vicious? It wasn’t voluntary.”

 

Spilling innards rapid-fire, Lee Yeonwoo swiped heated eyes haphazardly. What was he doing? Persuasion, excuse, plea, or childish tantrum? Identity unknowable—yet unstoppable.

 

“So that’s why. Not making you a fool—I was fine with all of you, truly fine… that’s why… Heu, this tickles too much.”

 

Reason retreated utterly; Lee Yeonwoo twisted, clutching thighs tightly. Even as Cheon Wooshin turned a corner, pulling over entirely, wonder failed to surface.