Snake Venom Ch 52

Chapter 52

Cold sweat trickled down his spine. He had no chance against him in terms of strength or skill, and his last resort—the tranquilizer—had already been taken. How could he possibly restrain this shameless man who acted on impulse without moral standards or conscience? Everything went dark before his eyes. Was clinging to his arm the only stupid thing he could do? Perhaps frustrated by Yeonwoo’s hesitant actions, Cheon Wooshin let out a sigh.

“You don’t want this, you don’t want that.”

A large hand grabbed Yeonwoo by the collar and slammed him—thud!—against the wall. It was a rough and forceful shove.

“That kind of thing is no fun.”

His face clearly showed how bored he was, just like his words. Yeonwoo grew even more desperate.

“Wait. Just… do it with me. It has to be me.”

Only then could he attempt persuasion, only then could he minimize harm. A near-pleading command slipped from trembling lips.

Cheon Wooshin cast an indifferent gaze at Yeonwoo. The corners of Yeonwoo’s eyes drooped in dejection, unable to do anything but cling.

“Please.”

The plea was utterly pitiful, and the only thing he had managed to grab was a small patch of fabric. It could have been easily ignored, but instead of pushing him further away, Cheon Wooshin merely shot him a crooked glance and threw out a remark.

“Then let me suck your chest.”

“……”

Yeonwoo swallowed a moan—not a moan—utterly stunned by what he’d just heard. His neck and face burned as if set on fire.

“Not your dick. Your chest. I’m being really generous.”

Every word he uttered was a landmine. And Yeonwoo’s mind exploded with a blast as he stepped on it, having no real choice.

“…That’s not what generosity is for.”

Where had this man gone so wrong? With his face flushed red, Yeonwoo turned his gaze away. Cheon Wooshin tightened his grip on Yeonwoo’s collar—a silent urging.

This man who did whatever he pleased was very clear about what he wanted. One or the other had to be chosen. With Team Leader Jung Suho’s team now deployed, the external threat had passed. But with side effects having kicked in, there was no telling what Cheon Wooshin might do. If he ran out and actually killed someone now… in a situation where even revealing the side effects could be fatal, any incident would be tantamount to a death sentence. For now, at least, while he could still reason with him, Yeonwoo had to keep him contained.

Desperately trying to buy time, Yeonwoo stammered a question.

“Then… why haven’t you killed me?”

To this, Cheon Wooshin replied as if the question were the most natural thing in the world.

“Because I promised.”

Caught off guard, Yeonwoo looked up. Was it possible Cheon Wooshin had come back to himself? But that was just wishful thinking.

“And because your scent is excessively sexy.”

Makes me want to fuck you. Yeonwoo couldn’t bring himself to meet Cheon Wooshin’s sweetly murmuring eyes.

As Yeonwoo’s hesitation dragged on, Cheon Wooshin took half a step back.

“W-wait. Why are you in such a hurry?”

“You’re just slow as hell.”

He had made up his mind, but the words refused to come out of his mouth. He never imagined he would say such a thing to someone. As Yeonwoo bit his lip in hesitation, Cheon Wooshin extended something toward him.

“Then I’ll give you this afterward.”

The stolen tranquilizer dangled before his eyes.

“I’ll take the shot.”

Getting the tranquilizer shot without leaving this room—at the cost of physical contact with him. Even Yeonwoo, who had survived up to this point on firm convictions and cleverness, faltered in the face of such cunning temptation.

Was there really no other way? There was no luxury of time for weighing his options while Cheon Wooshin looked ready to storm out at any second. As Yeonwoo kept his head down, his voice trickled out, barely audible.

“Then… just sucking.”

“……”

Cheon Wooshin curled his lips at the final collapse of Yeonwoo’s resistance. His straight front teeth and elongated canines were hidden by elegant fingers. A smug delight—like he had finally captured his prey—lazily bloomed in his eyes. It was a vile smirk. In a mock-serious tone, Cheon Wooshin said:

“Show me your nipple.”

“……”

From the start, the demand had been more than troublesome—it was humiliating. But the die had already been cast. If he had intended to take it back, he wouldn’t have made the choice in the first place. Yeonwoo, who had chosen the most quiet and safest way to hold on to Cheon Wooshin teetering on the cliff from the snake venom’s effects, had to endure the consequences.

“This was inspected by my team leader.”

You’re a real bastard for making me undo what he buttoned up so carefully. Swallowing the rest of the complaint, Yeonwoo unfastened the bulletproof vest. He heard the heavy thud as it hit the floor and then lifted the khaki hoodie and T-shirt together.

A smooth, blemish-free chest was revealed. Though somewhat lean, it was a well-balanced upper body shaped by fine muscles. Cheon Wooshin’s gaze slowly traveled up from below the navel. Just from that ambiguous gaze, Yeonwoo felt a tingling around his chest. All he did was show it, and yet his breath caught.

“……!”

Cheon Wooshin reached out. When his cold palm pressed against Yeonwoo’s solar plexus, Yeonwoo’s entire body flinched violently. His waist caved inward, pulling his belly in and making his ribs protrude. Cheon Wooshin traced each rib one by one.

Where the skin was pressed, heat spread rapidly. His stomach involuntarily twitched.

“I feed you well, so why are you like this?”

It was a cryptic rebuke. Yeonwoo was too overwhelmed to even try to guess what he meant. Cheon Wooshin’s fingers brushed the subtle contours of his abdomen, circled the inward-dipped navel, then slowly moved upward. Yeonwoo, who had been gritting his teeth, parted his lips as if to speak, then shut them again in a rush.

But he couldn’t withstand the deliberate strokes tracing every fine hair and pore for long. With a sharp gasp, Yeonwoo protested.

“Stick to what you promised.”

“What was my promise again?”

The cheeky retort came instantly. Because of that, Yeonwoo, who was ready to snap, clamped his mouth shut again. He realized Cheon Wooshin was trying to provoke him into explicitly saying why he wasn’t supposed to be touching anywhere else.

Yeonwoo didn’t want to fall into that mischievous trap. But he couldn’t leave those fingers playing the edge either. Just the feeling of his skin being touched had already made his nerves stand on edge. Clenching his fist, he heard the mocking voice flow into his ear.

“I forgot.”

Pervert. Yeonwoo drew in a sharp breath and snapped back.

“You said you’d only suck. So why are you touching?”

Despite the glare of outrage in his eyes, heat had gathered around them. His blood vessels had dilated from unfamiliar stimulation. His face and nape flushed uncontrollably, but he didn’t back down. Even if he had brought it on himself, he knew this had never been a reasonable proposal to begin with. Yeonwoo didn’t want to appear weak in front of Cheon Wooshin, and he certainly didn’t want to be swept away.

But Cheon Wooshin’s upturned lips gave no indication that he cared about Yeonwoo’s flare of resistance. If anything, he looked more amused, his gaze soft and smiling.

Just as Cheon Wooshin opened his mouth to speak again, the phone on the shelf lit up. He casually picked it up. The light from the screen cast his face in glamorous, almost charming light.

“Should I answer it?”

“……”

How could someone be this infuriating? Yeonwoo was so furious that he wanted to scream. Outwardly, he was asking permission, but if Yeonwoo refused, it was obvious he would do as he pleased anyway. Like dangling a treat in front of a puppy—clearly establishing dominance—his actions grated Yeonwoo to the bone.

That man could never be the Team Leader Cheon Wooshin he knew. Swallowing a dry gulp and some profanity, Yeonwoo raised his shirt higher, revealing even more of his chest.

“Fine. Just touch it.”

Deliberately baring his chest, the slanted light fell across his stark white upper body. The lascivious and erotic curves made prominent by the light were not something he had intended. He didn’t notice how Cheon Wooshin’s gaze deepened, distracted by his own rebelliousness.

“But let me hear the call too.”

Yeonwoo’s only intention was to document this moment for the real Cheon Wooshin still asleep inside.

When Cheon Wooshin answered the call, Jung Suho’s voice came through immediately.

– All twenty infiltrators have been apprehended.

“Good.”

With that quiet reply, he reached out again. This time, there was no teasing. The small protrusion was mercilessly flattened under his touch. Yeonwoo flinched, unable to endure the stimulation.

‘Damn it… damn it, damn it.’

Curses rose in his chest. The determination he’d tried to muster vanished as his mind went blank. He quickly lowered his head to hide his expression, but Cheon Wooshin pressed down with his fingers. His nails dug into the tender skin surrounding the protrusion. Yeonwoo’s body jerked and convulsed.