Snake Venom Ch 105

Chapter 105

 

“From a certain perspective, Lee Yeonwoo is keeping you alive. Your genes and his—”

 

The next morning, Seolkyung thrust the test results at him, persuading. Lee Yeonwoo’s latent traits were to control the Snake Venom, making him indispensable. Cheon Wooshin sneered. If she knew he had wanted to kill the man who spread his legs to save him—before understanding the deception—would Seolkyung still insist on keeping him close?

 

Lee Yeonwoo had deceived him. Obediently accepting the leash he offered, yet committing the unthinkable. At the same time, Cheon Wooshin had forced upon him something worse than filth. He had to distance himself from Lee Yeonwoo. To cease invading him—and to avoid being invaded.

 

Keeping him away was obvious. Even if side effects intensified, Lee Yeonwoo no longer met Cheon Wooshin’s standards. Never more than a tool; discard and done. Like blowing off the betraying hybrid’s head. One instant.

 

Yet the problem began there. The clearer it became that Lee Yeonwoo was not the answer, that the path ahead was defined, the fiercer the coiled contradiction grew. Understanding the deceiver yet hating him; yearning to excise the time he mishandled him. First regret for the misstep during Snake Venom poisoning brought profound frustration. Every thought urged cutting Lee Yeonwoo away—yet the desire to keep him close prodded relentlessly. Above all, the sexual afterimages with him—reasonless—ignited Cheon Wooshin.

 

He strove for balance. As always, relentless discipline suppressed sensitive temperament and eccentric nature. Repeated endlessly: maintain composure as before, resolve the paramount investigation first. Lee Yeonwoo was merely a branch to prune.

 

But Lee Yeonwoo crumbled. Disheveled like the figure in unknown memories, Cheon Wooshin swayed as at the start.

 

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

 

A pathetic apology toppled him.

 

“That’s why. Not making you a fool—I was fine with all of you, truly fine…”

 

Permission that *only I am fine* touched the abyss deep within. It seemed allowable. To be bolder, crueler—Lee Yeonwoo might accept.

 

“It was my first time. I pretended to be experienced.”

 

Cheon Wooshin finally realized. The killing intent was not toward Lee Yeonwoo. The ferocious rage targeted the snake within. Revulsion and fierce enmity toward the entity that ravaged him without consent. Venom? Side effects? Half-mad? He had no desire to comprehend his turmoil.

 

Cheon Wooshin gazed at the apologizing Lee Yeonwoo. The fragile form begging only his forgiveness, ragged breaths, trembling voice, earnest eyes—he devoured them all.

 

Hearing the incoherent apology, Cheon Wooshin filtered from inseparable displeasure only emotions directed at Lee Yeonwoo. Childish, crude, coercive, personal—he knew them.

 

*Mine.*

 

From behind, beneath, or in his ear, someone whispered. Formless, substanceless, it reached secretly from the depths of his thoughts.

 

Absurd. Lee Yeonwoo was his. Before the snake swallowed him, he had been.

 

Cheon Wooshin extended his hand. Touched by Lee Yeonwoo. Contact with hot, soft flesh brought vivid liberation, as though crossing any boundary. Desire long suppressed by reason since feeling intense lust blended naturally with consciousness. Like black ink diffusing in clear water. Voracious hunger, lust, domination, possession—all swirled and spread.

 

“I ordered the drug.”

 

Confusion cleared; the mind grew quiet and black. Like the chamber where he had been confined. Clutching one desire, Cheon Wooshin breathed slowly. Relief mingled with rising heat—novel yet exhilarating. Satisfaction threatened laughter.

 

“Your change is largely my responsibility.”

 

His choice. Seized personally. Thus confused and pleading. The obedient cur, ripe and open. Cheon Wooshin did not refuse. No reason to. Peered into the ruined trousers. A scent like young leaves vibrated. From Lee Yeonwoo’s spilled semen.

 

*No more theft.*

 

The declaration unleashed thorned desire.

 

First, claim Lee Yeonwoo. Devour deeper. Shoot semen deep, mark territory before that fucker.

 

Cheon Wooshin grasped Lee Yeonwoo’s hand. Circled the palm, kissed the fingers. The subconscious snake screamed to tear the tender flesh. But Cheon Wooshin did not. Instead, he crushed the impulse, gently enclosing the hand.

 

“I’ll help.”

 

To conquer the beast, Cheon Wooshin resolved to become a greater one.

 

***

 

“Team Leader.”

 

Cheon Wooshin blinked. Lee Yeonwoo gazed at him. Once clear, sunny eyes now clouded partly by drug and anxiety.

 

“Team Leader… it’s you?”

 

Cheon Wooshin did not answer readily. The habitual vigilance mirrored the past of Lee Yeonwoo. He must have confirmed this endlessly. And despaired countless times. Cheon Wooshin replied softly, kindly, to ease the unease.

 

“Yes, it’s me.”

 

Deceived more than once, distrust still lurked in Lee Yeonwoo’s gaze. Cheon Wooshin now remembered clearly how the inner snake had toyed with him. How desperately he tried despite the rough rudeness. Recalling the flustered figure in memory, he took in the present Lee Yeonwoo.

 

“But what… Do you mean by helping?”

 

Moaning at every touch yet striving to speak coherently—pitiful, yet captivating. Silence prompted Lee Yeonwoo to look up. Large eyes blinked quietly, awaiting the next words. Docile, dim reaction.

 

“Exactly as said. I’ll help.”

 

Calming the heat was pretext, but no desire to correct. Domination outweighed guilt for manipulating the muddled mind. Desire too vivid for denial or shame; Cheon Wooshin regarded the pinned Lee Yeonwoo tenderly.

 

“Now, Lee Yeonwoo-ssi…”

 

Cheon Wooshin slowly threaded his fingers between the trembling ones.

 

“Can’t even move your hands properly.”

 

The subtle intrusion overwhelmed; Lee Yeonwoo exhaled tense breath. Hypersensitive skin could not reject. Cheon Wooshin advanced further. Naturally claiming above, he cooed.

 

“Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you.”

 

Glancing out the window, Cheon Wooshin lowered his gaze.

 

“I’ll start with what doesn’t hurt.”

 

Lee Yeonwoo’s pupils crumbled further. He might grasp aiding masturbation, but not the subtle shift—intended by Cheon Wooshin.

 

He gripped Lee Yeonwoo’s chin, pulling. Compliant, noses nearly brushed. Even amid fever, wide-eyed surprise at proximity twisted Cheon Wooshin’s gut tinglingly. In the video Lee Yeonwoo wore such expressions. Observing stark emotional shifts close was not unpleasant.

 

Lowering the lids slightly, Cheon Wooshin tilted his chin. Their lips brushed slowly. Unexpected contact startled Lee Yeonwoo into stifling a moan. Cheon Wooshin continued calmly.

 

“It’ll be hard alone. I won’t leave you either. Who knows what might happen. Otherwise, go to Seolkyung for treatment—enduring the trip, perhaps doing this before her. Fine with that?”

 

Cheon Wooshin’s tone was articulate, courteous, even considerate. Merely cunning lure to dull vigilance, draw him beyond boundaries.