Snake Venom C109

Chapter 109

 

The unrestrained thrusts came in a furious torrent. Cheon Wooshin stirred the loosened, parted depths of Lee Yeonwoo at his whim. The act itself was rough, merciless, yet Lee Yeonwoo felt no pain. It was not merely his shattered reason that spared him.

 

His lower abdomen vibrated with dizzying intensity. Everything below the waist grew hypersensitive, as though it no longer belonged to him. Each time Cheon Wooshin bore down, the center of his belly heaved brazenly, and an unfamiliar ecstasy shot up his spine like sparks.

 

His vision blurred, then flashed white. Crimson and pitch-black sensations stabbed and hammered through his entire body. For Lee Yeonwoo, who had never known sexual experience, the stimulation was utterly overwhelming. He shook his head frantically, trembling in delirium.

 

“Aaah, something’s wrong, something’s wrong! Hueut, heu, ueuk!”

 

“So do I.”

 

Startled eyes chased Cheon Wooshin’s face. Lee Yeonwoo, jolting helplessly to the rhythm of the pounding hips, clutched his lower abdomen. It felt as though Cheon Wooshin’s shaft might burst through the skin. The vague terror, coupled with the absence of pain, only deepened his confusion.

 

The region below his abdomen was swept up in uncontrollable sensation, writhing in chaos. Creaking noises, ragged breaths, and the rattling of the car assaulted his senses. Cheon Wooshin’s length invaded the deepest recesses—places it should never reach—digging in as if to hollow him out, withdrawing languidly, then slamming back with a thud. It was as if electric currents coursed through him.

 

“Hueu, ah!”

 

The movements and responses were bestial. Pleasure seemed to burrow into his very mind. Lee Yeonwoo arched his neck, a high moan tearing from his throat. Cheon Wooshin, hands braced against the ceiling, drove his hips forward with force. Lee Yeonwoo gasped like a man starved of air. His abdomen convulsed violently. Fingers scrabbled at the sheets, barely finding purchase, as his lower body jerked upward. Soon, a hysterical cry pierced the confines of the car.

 

“Aaaaaah!”

 

Ecstasy engulfed his entire being.

 

***

 

Wind stirred. The hand pressed to his forehead was rough yet warmer than anything else.

 

“Don’t let what you heard earlier weigh on you. Mosaic-type just means they don’t know yet—what jewel might be hidden inside you? People are cruel, aren’t they?”

 

When Grandmother had said that, heat had prickled beneath his eyelids. But a jewel? That was true only in the eyes of a grandmother who loved Lee Yeonwoo. The scarlet letter of “Mosaic-type” was a shadow even his pure soul could not embrace.

 

“Someday, if it suddenly emerges, don’t hate it too much. Whatever’s inside you is still you—you have to hold it close. Yes, make it your friend.”

 

He had laughed along with her smile, but Lee Yeonwoo knew. It would never happen.

 

Instead, he prayed fervently. That the manifestation of a Mosaic-type would never occur, even by mistake. That an unknown entity would not swallow him whole.

 

That he would no longer be hated.

 

His mind felt draped in thin cloth. A subtle fragrance lingered in the air—sometimes like his own skin, sometimes like breath warmed to body temperature. The moment faint light seeped through the fabric, his drifting consciousness swayed gently toward it.

 

Lee Yeonwoo drew a deep breath. The scent that had clung to his skin burrowed deep into his nasal passages. Even in his dazed state, a curve touched his lips. Merely recognizing the familiar sensation brought a tide of serenity.

 

Heavy eyelids parted slowly. After several languid blinks, Lee Yeonwoo fully opened his eyes and checked the window and the time. A day had passed; it was morning.

 

Fingertips brushed his eyes. They stung. Frowning, he gently touched the tender spot. Beneath swollen skin, a burning ache throbbed—as if something had scraped him raw. Had he done anything to earn such a wound? He sifted through memory.

 

Last night, he had met Shin Junseong with Cheon Wooshin. He had detected a suspicious scent and, to investigate further, unavoidably taken the drug offered. As the effects spread, his body heated, and judgment rapidly clouded.

 

The scenes remained clear only up to the point of frantically relaying information from the back seat; after that, they blurred and broke off in fragments. From some moment onward, everything was erased in blackness.

 

He thought he had been given a libido suppressant.

 

He looked at his palms. The ferocious heat that had threatened to boil his brain was gone, leaving only a mild fever cloaking his skin. It resembled the sensation when a heat cycle neared its end.

 

Feeling as though he had dreamed a dream he could not quite recall, Lee Yeonwoo surveyed his surroundings. It was his room. He had no memory of returning, and reality felt distant.

 

Temporary amnesia was a known primary side effect of the aphrodisiac, so he was not greatly shocked. Calmly accepting his symptoms, he decided he must first see Cheon Wooshin.

 

As he rose from the bed, Lee Yeonwoo’s gaze dropped abruptly. The fabric against his skin felt different from usual. The monochrome T-shirt hung loose, its sleeves covering half his hands. Did I own something like this? The question flickered, then his eyes sparkled. Carefully, he drew the shirt to his nose.

 

Behind the scent of laundry detergent lingered a familiar fragrance. He glanced down at the matching training pants. They, too, sagged at the waist as though borrowed. Fingertips tugged the elastic band. The space between his legs, once sticky with unidentified fluid, was pristine.

 

“Hmm…”

 

Stroking his chin, Lee Yeonwoo probed his memory again, but his mind remained an empty void.

 

A presence stirred outside. It must be Cheon Wooshin. Lee Yeonwoo turned toward the door, only to stagger suddenly. His legs had given way. Bracing against the wall, he took a wide step and froze. An unfamiliar sensation stirred between his thighs.

 

A short, courteous knock sounded from beyond the door. Straightening from his rigid stare downward, Lee Yeonwoo composed himself. Puzzling alone would yield no answers. The severed memories—Cheon Wooshin would fill them.

 

Opening the door revealed, as expected, Cheon Wooshin. Hair swept down, clad in similar monochrome attire that should have looked relaxed yet only sharpened his edge, he carried the aroma of breakfast. Seeing a face excessively handsome at this hour set Lee Yeonwoo’s heart thundering. Heat crept up his nape, and he averted his gaze.

 

“Did you sleep well?”

 

“…….”

 

Yet Cheon Wooshin, standing motionless, offered no formulaic reply. Lee Yeonwoo’s drifting gaze returned to him. The expressionless face and cool eyes held something oddly off. As Lee Yeonwoo’s own gaze deepened, searching for the subtle crack, Cheon Wooshin looked away.

 

“Let’s eat breakfast.”

 

“Ah, yes.”

 

Trailing Cheon Wooshin like a duckling to the table, Lee Yeonwoo was mildly surprised. The breakfast, clearly prepared by hand, was far neater and more appetizing than expected. His eyes sparkled as he surveyed the spread.

 

A simple fried egg—could it be this beautiful? Perhaps because the maker was handsome; the domed yolk and white were balanced to an uncanny degree. The bread and vegetables beside it were not merely placed—they sang with color. Jams and sauces, too, drew his fond gaze until it halted at one plate.

 

The especially generous portion must be his. Lee Yeonwoo pulled out the chair before it. As predicted, Cheon Wooshin took the seat opposite.

 

“Thank you for the meal.”

 

“Yes, enjoy.”

 

Even this courteous response filled him with gratitude. Lee Yeonwoo bit into the golden-toasted bread. It was only bread, yet it warmed his chest with profound deliciousness. Devouring one slice in moments and then an egg just as swiftly, he stole a glance at Cheon Wooshin.

 

“Um, Team Leader.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“I don’t remember yesterday well. I think it’s a side effect.”

 

“…….”

 

Cheon Wooshin regarded him, inviting more.

 

“I’m wondering if I made any mistakes.”

 

Cheon Wooshin had been spreading jam on bread. At Lee Yeonwoo’s words, he set down the butter knife. Then, picking up a tissue, he leisurely wiped his mouth. The motions were refined and deliberate, like a solemn ritual.

 

Finally, straightening an already impeccable posture, he clearly had something to say. Lee Yeonwoo swallowed hard without thinking.

 

If he had erred, he would apologize. In the worst case, Cheon Wooshin might have washed and changed him while he was unconscious. That, too, could be met with apology and thanks. Cheon Wooshin, who had permitted the drug, knew best that Lee Yeonwoo had acted beyond his will. He was not the sort to be petty about such things.

 

“…Hm.”

 

Cheon Wooshin, who had been quietly thoughtful, lifted his lowered eyes. He began as if about to speak at once, yet for some reason paused.

 

Lee Yeonwoo stared anxiously at those lips. Watching the red, alluring mouth set his quiet heart pounding again, but he masked it, straining his eyes unnecessarily.

 

“Yesterday, you and I had sex.”

 

Cheon Wooshin drew a light breath and continued.

 

“And it was your first time with me.”

 

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