Snake Venom Ch 106

Chapter 106

Cheon Wooshin watched Lee Yeonwoo, who was sluggishly trying to think, with unhurried composure. Perhaps he was imagining touching himself in front of a snowy landscape—his face had drained of blood for an instant, slack and dazed, and the sight was almost amusing.

“Think of it as using the hand that’s relatively functioning.”

“…Huh? Wh-What do you mean…”

His face, which already seemed unable to flush any redder, deepened in color. Cheon Wooshin detected the turmoil roiling within Yeonwoo’s pupils.

“If you dislike it while doing it, you can tell me anytime.”

He did not force him. Of course, he also never presented refusal as a choice. With his gentle persuasion and smooth smile, he bent Yeonwoo’s consciousness in the direction most favorable to himself. Manipulating and shaking the human psyche was his vocation; even on a normal day, Yeonwoo was an easy mark. In this drug-weakened state, all the more so.

“Let me help you.”

Yeonwoo was already his, and would move according to his will in the end, yet Cheon Wooshin added the step of obtaining consent for what he was about to do. Because the serpent inside him—the urge to seize and crush—required a different approach here.

To exert inescapable power within a relationship that outwardly appears humane; to let the other walk into the snare by their own acceptance even if they recognize it as such—this alone would allow Yeonwoo to remain wholly in his realm for a long time, and give him a step of distance from the beast inside. He wanted Yeonwoo’s willing submission and acknowledgment.

Of course, the path would not be easy. For Yeonwoo, the notion of sharing flesh in a sober state was likely something unimaginable. Cheon Wooshin lowered his lips to the back of Yeonwoo’s hand, still held in his grip. Even while staring at him with disbelief, Yeonwoo could not pull his gaze away. Cheon Wooshin spoke in a quiet murmur.

“I remember everything. And just as you didn’t turn away from me, I have no intention of turning away either.”

Hearing that he knew everything he had done, Yeonwoo’s expression collapsed in hollow defeat. Guilt, helplessness, despair born of having no way to escape entwined and drained his complexion pale. A face ruined and altered because of himself—yet not merely in memory, but right before his eyes. Cheon Wooshin drank in the sight like savoring the fruit he had cultivated.

“I hope you won’t disregard my sincerity.”

Nonsense. No greater nonsense existed. Outwardly, it was refined persuasion; beneath, the hunger lurking was no different from a beast in rut. For a fleeting second, Cheon Wooshin nearly laughed aloud. Would Yeonwoo truly fall for words like this? The question was tinged with self-mockery.

As expected, Yeonwoo hesitated for a long time, fumbling through his hazy thoughts. Then, as if even thinking was too difficult, he furrowed his brow and shook his head.

“Honestly, I can’t think right now. I don’t even know what you’re saying, Team Leader.”

“I know.”

He would never realize the sly cunning exploiting that very point.

Lost on where to begin, Yeonwoo dropped his wavering gaze to his knees.

“I feel like I might… do something bad to you…”

“What kind of bad thing.”

Even when Cheon Wooshin’s tone dripped with derision, Yeonwoo did not notice. His rational mind was gone—that much was clear. Gnawing his lip, he finally raised his eyes. His face, serious to the point of agony, looked as though the imagined situation had already happened. Where did he even learn such foolish expressions? Cheon Wooshin mocked him silently, yet his gaze never left him.

“What if I… jump you, Team Leader.”

“….”

Yeonwoo even shuddered as though that future terrified him most. He did not seem to realize what he had just said. Cheon Wooshin slowly repeated the words, as if tasting them.

“So Mr. Lee Yeonwoo might… jump me.”

It sounded like a revelation.

“Y-Yes. And then I might totally change and like… bite you…”

He could not finish the sentence because his mouth was suddenly covered. Cheon Wooshin brushed his lips lightly against Yeonwoo’s, then drew back, speaking nonchalantly.

“You kissed me?”

“….”

Yeonwoo blinked several times, mouth hanging, as if even sharing the memory with him felt like a sin. Cheon Wooshin changed the question.

“Do you dislike kissing?”

If he had any rationality, he would have questioned the sudden kiss first, not searched for an answer. But judgment deserted him, especially where Cheon Wooshin was concerned. And Cheon Wooshin slipped neatly into the breach.

“If you don’t like it, I won’t do it.”

Even as he coaxed gently, Yeonwoo’s gaze stayed locked on his lips. Only when Wooshin tilted his head slightly did faint embarrassment bloom across Yeonwoo’s dazed face. Realizing how blankly he had been staring, he drew a shallow breath, trying to steady himself, and lowered his gaze.

“No, it’s just… I-I don’t think it was ever… this soft, um…”

Cheon Wooshin’s tongue slid into Yeonwoo’s mouth with fluid grace. He captured the accidental moan as though retrieving something spilled and withdrew slowly. Their noses nearly brushed when he spoke again.

“Do you like it gentle?”

Yeonwoo blinked. He seemed unaware of what had just been done to him. Still savoring the warmth and texture on his tongue, he raised his eyes again. Breath stuttered, too heated to form words smoothly.

“I don’t dislike anything.”

A faint grimace crossed his face as belated awareness of the kiss and question settled.

“Rather, I… I like it all…”

He bit down, as though swallowing a swell of emotion, lips trembling faintly. Avoiding Wooshin’s gaze, he turned his head. His murmur dissipated like breath in the air.

“Everything’s fine with me.”

“….”

Confusion and clumsy shame mingled on his face, blotched by heat and dampness. Cheon Wooshin studied him steadily. The brief flicker of surprise in his dark eyes settled into a serene clarity. No wonder the serpent inside him wanted to tear free.

“So do I.”

With that indifferent reply, he kissed Yeonwoo again. The sudden touch startled him, his shoulders flinching. A wet sound rang sharply as lips met against soft flesh.

His lips, already abused from biting and strain, tasted faintly of blood. Cheon Wooshin deliberately brushed the rough spots with his tongue. Then, again, a small wet click echoed between them.

While Wooshin teased along his lips in feathering strokes, Yeonwoo floundered, overwhelmed by urgency and shock. The kiss resembled too closely the one he had always dreamed of as his first, and that resemblance to something he already knew stunned him. The kisses he knew were nothing like this—no gentleness, only force, breath stolen, mouths sealed with no room to breathe.

When lips parted teeth and entered, a slick, soft flesh awaited, and rubbing it with his own brought a thrill as sharp as touching himself. The very memory made his stomach churn with heat. He inhaled a trembling breath. Tilting Yeonwoo’s jaw, Cheon Wooshin slid inside his parted mouth.

“Hm-mh…”

So this was a kiss. Warm and soft. Not honey water, yet dizzyingly sweet. Unable to contain himself, Yeonwoo threw his arms around Wooshin’s neck. He pressed his mouth to his without covering anything, kissing hungrily. Reckless, frantic, devoid of thought—yet steeped in raw innocence.

Cheon Wooshin received that clumsy assault with practiced ease. He folded his arm and leaned closer, not resisting the desperate pull. Their bodies pressed tighter together.

Their lips parted, tongues meeting in midair before diving into whichever mouth opened first. Wet breath carried crimson flesh deeper, filling space indiscriminately.

“Hh-hm, ah…!”

Unrestrained moans vibrated inside the car. The wildfire of their kiss steadied into a rhythm of tenderness and intensity, their gazes clashing and breaking again and again between breaths.

But his drugged body did not understand limits. Yeonwoo kept grinding his hips, unable to bear the abnormal excitement and near-climax. Rubbing himself against Wooshin’s thigh, he trembled with a breath that broke into a sighing whimper. Something leaked from his tip.

“Hh… how… this… ah, this is… Team Leader, I really—”

Fireworks had burst in his skull again and again. Clutching Wooshin’s collar, Yeonwoo groaned, lost in bewilderment. Nothing made sense. Was there even a solution? He was sinking into helplessness when—

“Lift your hips.”

In that chaos, the only thing he could hold onto was Cheon Wooshin. He obediently raised his hips, and his pants and underwear slid down together. Wooshin’s hand reached downward. Yeonwoo thrust forward eagerly. Shame had vanished long ago. He needed to extinguish this blaze—only then could he breathe again.