Snake Venom Ch 100

Chapter 100

 

“Plenty of leg-spreaders here. Pick one on your way out and have at it. Or…”

 

Trailing off, Shin Junseong swept Lee Yeonwoo up and down briefly. Donning an incongruously grave expression, he stroked his chin. Lee Yeonwoo spoke.

 

“Worried I took it without a partner to cling to?”

 

“Huh?”

 

Before a retort formed, Shin Junseong exhaled a short, baffled breath at the rejection.

 

“Not my type at all—what’s this?”

 

Muttering as if dumbfounded, his eyes held more alien curiosity than displeasure. Tilting his head, he blurted,

 

“How much for this one?”

 

Valuing a living being came without awareness of insult. To him—reducing talent, beauty, even emotion to figures—it was natural. Cheon Wooshin made no effort to soften his hardened face.

 

“No.”

 

At Cheon Wooshin’s resolute tone, Lee Yeonwoo—straightening—froze. Cheon Wooshin raised his voice irritably.

 

“How many times must I say it has an owner, you fucker.”

 

Mere statement of fact in Shin Junseong’s vulgar idiom, yet laced with vivid hostility unseen before. Shin Junseong, eyes wide, suddenly burst into laughter.

 

“Ahahaha… ahahahaha!”

 

Clapping, stomping, he seemed deliriously pleased by Cheon Wooshin’s agitation. Tears gathering at the corners, he bellowed,

 

“Just kidding, you fucker! It’s the chairman’s—why would I touch!”

 

The apology—if it could be called that—was utterly flippant. Still, he sneaked glances, gauging reaction. Low-grade mischief shone in expectant eyes.

 

Yet Cheon Wooshin, composure restored, offered no reply. Losing interest in silence, Shin Junseong pouted, lightly smacking the back of Lee Yeonwoo’s head.

 

“Anyway, I like you. Come again next time.”

 

Instead of answer, Lee Yeonwoo lowered his eyes and coughed faintly.

 

Heat of unknown origin began spreading across his skin; he desperately ignored it. Deal and pleasantries concluded, yet this remained Shin Junseong’s domain. A man who snatched single words to probe insides—no excess foothold could be granted. Shin Junseong’s gaze still prickled the nape.

 

Merely near him felt foul, repulsive—not solely from tossed jests. With endlessly slack face, he hurled questions requiring multiple mental contortions to decipher intent, then voraciously observed fluster. Unwilling to show the slightest waver, Lee Yeonwoo clung fiercely to focus.

 

Perhaps tension eased upon distancing from Shin Junseong’s sphere. Rounding the corner, the floor swayed as though treading cracked glass. He thought balance held, yet beyond tilting vision, ground rushed closer. A firm arm burrowed from somewhere, bracing his chest.

 

“Too early.”

 

Indifferent voice; cool presence touched. Cheon Wooshin’s body heat—now etched as familiar—seeped without resistance. Realizing this, ear-down stood on end. Like slender needles pricking every pore.

 

Dangerous. A warning light blinked faintly somewhere. Soon the mind grew misty. What was dangerous? Lee Yeonwoo slowly lowered his gaze.

 

“……”

 

Form coalesced in blurred sight. Vision slid along the impeccably pressed jacket. Beneath smooth skin, azure veins stabbed into his pupils. Wrist and hand exposed at sleeve’s end—protruding knuckles visibly solid. The dimming alarm rang again in his ears.

 

“Sorry.”

 

Flustered, Lee Yeonwoo pushed the arm away. A tongue-click sounded overhead. Following it, he raised his head. The moment the emotionless, refined face filled vision, Cheon Wooshin—who had withdrawn—quickened pace. Lingering here was pointless.

 

Lee Yeonwoo agreed. Must escape before the drug spread further. He bit the inside of his cheek hard. Metallic taste circled his mouth. Thus regained, he followed Cheon Wooshin.

 

Walking while ignoring bodily changes proved far harder than imagined. Objects grazing eyes swelled and shrank jaggedly. Moans or shrieks—unidentifiable noises—buzzed in his ears. Crossing shadows writhing hips chaotically, passing corridors crammed with baffling ornaments, his legs buckled repeatedly.

 

He saw only Cheon Wooshin’s back. Even that kept smudging. Rapid blinking proved futile. Drug onset: about 30 minutes. If current symptoms mere prelude, what sensations would follow? Bearable? He might disgrace himself beyond a mere stumble.

 

Exiting, their car appeared. Lee Yeonwoo, before the rear door, drew a deep breath.

 

“I’ll ride here.”

 

Cheon Wooshin’s gaze lingered briefly—nothing more.

 

“Fine.”

 

The rear door opened. Crawling in to hide collapse, Lee Yeonwoo pressed against the seat. Short stimulation raced his spine. Not the seat—heightened senses. Hastily he covered his lips. Fevered thin skin burned excessively. The speed heat spread to his palm startled even him.

 

Fabric brushing skin was provocative. Lee Yeonwoo breathed slowly—little change. Mere drops on tongue rendered such sensitivity. Like heat without suppressants? Even simple breathing felt alien; somewhere the body malfunctioned abnormally.

 

Cheon Wooshin entered the driver’s seat; the chassis swayed lightly. Lee Yeonwoo glanced at his spasming fingers, then raised his head. Belatedly sensed fragrance.

 

The interior overflowed with Cheon Wooshin’s scent. Too acute for familiarity—overstimulated senses, blurred subconscious dissected it. As though deliberately scraping beast traces lurking within. Unconsciously drawn, Lee Yeonwoo tilted his head to the ceiling to resist.

 

Cheon Wooshin started the engine. Brief rev faded; even minor recoil felt assault—Lee Yeonwoo swallowed a moan secretly. Rubbing his heated nape, he stared at Cheon Wooshin.

 

Hands turning the wheel were calm; straight shoulders and profile as ever orderly. Why did his stark presence stab the eyes? Yet Lee Yeonwoo instinctively severed the seeking thought, shaking his head sharply.

 

Entering a wider road, Cheon Wooshin deftly peeled the silicone leather from his face. Taking the cue, Lee Yeonwoo fumbled beneath his chin, lifting the thin film. Removal was simple. Breathing eased momentarily—yet blocked heat grew clearer. Cheek burning, he brushed it.

 

“There should be a box under the driver’s seat.”

 

Speeding from the lot, Cheon Wooshin spoke, eyes forward.

 

At the words, Lee Yeonwoo bent, reaching down. Easily found, he placed the arm-sized box—dark faux leather—on his lap. No lock, yet he awaited instruction obediently. Exiting narrow mountain path to road, Cheon Wooshin said,

 

“Open it. Libido suppressant is the gray pen-type injector.”

 

Lee Yeonwoo opened. Selecting one among neatly aligned injectors, Cheon Wooshin’s low voice followed.

 

“Administration same as my suppressant. Can you manage?”

 

Lee Yeonwoo nodded lightly. Like grandmother’s insulin—pre-dosed needle simply inserted subdermally. Seolkyung, teaching injection, had used the analogy.

 

“Upper arm fine?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Light changed. As Cheon Wooshin accelerated, Lee Yeonwoo shed his jacket from behind. Fabric graze was eye-closing stimulus, yet he desperately concealed it. Unbuttoning shirt halfway, baring left arm. Disinfecting with included alcohol swab, he plunged the needle without hesitation. Sharp sting flashed briefly.

 

Cheon Wooshin gently turned the wheel.

 

“Hold on a bit. It’ll calm far more than now.”

 

Roughly re-fastening clothes, Lee Yeonwoo leaned into the backrest. Nausea churned like seasickness. Gaze fleeing strange pull toward Cheon Wooshin, yet duty remained.

 

“Shin Junseong—that man isn’t human.”