Snake Venom Ch 54

Chapter 54

The calm, composed murmuring was nothing but lewd obscenities. He seemed utterly incapable of filtering his words.

“Please, that mouth…!”

Just as Lee Yeonwoo flared up and raised his voice—

“Yes, here’s the mouth.”

Cheon Wooshin skillfully moved from below and upward. In an instant, their lips were pressed together.

“Mmph!”

Soft flesh flooded in all at once. Compared to the boiling hot Lee Yeonwoo, it was cool—but that only made it more stimulating. By the time Yeonwoo realized Cheon Wooshin was coiling around him like a snake, he had already given up his lips. Reflexively, Yeonwoo raised his arms to block the man’s chest with his elbows. But it wasn’t enough to stop the flexible, seamless closeness.

“Ha, huuup.”

He inhaled desperately, like someone breaking through the surface of water. Their tongues tangled through the gap between their open lips. While Cheon Wooshin, who had lowered his body to toy with Yeonwoo’s chest, pushed in so deep he nearly triggered a gag, pressing into the outer molars so much that his cheek bulged out, he had now regained his full height. Yeonwoo, whose head was tilted back and scrambled, shoved the man’s chest roughly.

“You liar…!”

One mouth, but two—no, three different words from this perverted bastard.

The parted lips crashed together again with aggressive force. The words Yeonwoo had been about to spit out were swallowed into his mouth. Their tongues clung together with violent intensity.

The word “refusal” held no meaning—everything was selfish and one-sided. Saliva dripped from beneath his chin, and the wet sound that escaped between their clinging skin drowned out any coherent thought. His chest tingled and the deepest part of his abdomen ached. His aroused member was rubbing against something firm, but he didn’t register it. Then—

“Ha, haah…!”

A chill suddenly rushed down to his lower body—and something touched his member. It was just as hot and large as his own. Cheon Wooshin bit into Yeonwoo’s earlobe and pressed even closer. His thick torso enveloped Yeonwoo, and his elongated canine scraped the cartilage. Goosebumps erupted down Yeonwoo’s spine.

“Huff—wait!”

Yeonwoo grabbed Cheon Wooshin’s wrist. He was easily brushed off, only to be grabbed again.

“What are you…!”

The more he struggled, the more whatever was touching his member seemed to spread along the entire shaft. The vivid stimulation automatically pulled his gaze downward. What he saw made Yeonwoo doubt his eyes. Beneath the clothes draped across his pelvis, his own exposed member was pressed against Cheon Wooshin’s. Even in the darkness, the thickness and presence of that meaty column—held together by long fingers—was undeniable. It was a lewd scene beyond anything he could have imagined.

He was speechless. This pervert had said he’d only suck his chest—how far was he planning to go? Even amidst the chaos, Yeonwoo felt a sense of injustice rise.

“Even a thief wouldn’t go this far!”

“Call me a fucker instead.”

With that irresponsible response, their lips crashed together again. Yeonwoo twisted his head, refusing to yield, but Cheon Wooshin grabbed his chin roughly. His pushing arms were useless against the solid chest bearing down on him.

A tongue forced its way back into his mouth. Their entwined cocks were clutched together all at once. The bulging ridges rubbed against Yeonwoo’s delicate foreskin. Some unknown fluid seeped in like lubrication and began to squelch between the mucous membranes. Cheon Wooshin’s shaft jabbed and rubbed against the underside of Yeonwoo’s glans and along the shaft. Yeonwoo couldn’t move, violated both above and below.

“Ah, ah, mmgh.”

How did it come to this? His head felt like it was boiling over. Was it okay to be swept away like this? The moment the question formed, it ignited and evaporated. Every time their members rubbed together, a moan would gather on the tip of his tongue, only to be swallowed again and again.

Cheon Wooshin pressed his lips to Yeonwoo’s earlobe.

“Try moving your hips.”

His whispering voice was obscenely crude.

“Ha, don’t touch me like—ugh!”

“You’ve never done it before? Just like you would inside a hole. You just did it.”

“Hff…!”

“Don’t clench your thighs.”

The unfamiliar sensation and shock made his lower half heat up. On top of that, the pheromones invading his nostrils made him feel like he was suffocating.

He couldn’t even imagine how he was being touched or how to move. All he knew was that it was terrifying like he’d explode—but at the same time, it felt so good that his inner thighs were trembling. A powerless yet overwhelming pleasure took over, and Yeonwoo’s expression crumbled. It was because ever since Cheon Wooshin had started touching him, not a single thing had gone according to plan.

“Ahh, right.”

Cheon Wooshin seemed to remember something.

“You couldn’t even jerk off properly, could you.”

Yeonwoo felt like his ears would burn off. How much of his memories did this man retain and share? How on earth was he supposed to define him? That confusion only grew. As Yeonwoo wavered, Cheon Wooshin, who had shoved him as if to crush him, gripped both their shafts tightly and began stroking them back and forth.

“Watch closely. This is how it’s done.”

“Ungh, mmph!”

Just as he was rhythmically sliding the shafts between his fingers, Cheon Wooshin’s phone on the shelf flashed. Before Yeonwoo could even fully shift his attention, Cheon Wooshin reached out with a wet hand and touched the phone.

— Coordinates found.

This time, it was Ju Doyoung. Regaining some clarity, Yeonwoo clenched his teeth and suppressed a moan.

“Did you relay them to Sehan?”

Squelch, squelch—the obscene sounds echoed from below. Cheon Wooshin twisted his wrist at an odd angle, causing their shafts to graze against each other, glans colliding and pulling apart. Yeonwoo sucked in a breath instead of letting out the involuntary moan.

— Yes, I sent them. Are you okay, Team Leader?

Cheon Wooshin lowered his gaze. He briefly took in Lee Yeonwoo—crumbling under anxiety, confusion, helplessness, and pleasure. He was showing every sign of someone experiencing arousal for the first time—clumsy and unskilled.

“Don’t worry. Thanks to someone, I wasn’t hurt in the slightest.”

Yeonwoo blinked rapidly. What did he just say? Cheon Wooshin’s voice echoed in his head, and his vision blurred. At this rate, there was no way he could retain the memory, let alone take it on himself—he was about to pass out.

The blunt head of the penis slid in and out between fingers. As the rubbing and friction continued, tantalizing and unbearable jolts sparked and spread through his entire lower body. His cock was being abused, but his hips, pelvis, and testicles all flinched. It was a pleasure he had never experienced. Perhaps that was why Yeonwoo, overwhelmed to the point of fear, suddenly grabbed Cheon Wooshin’s shirt.

He didn’t know how to control his strength. Nestled against the man’s lowered chest, Yeonwoo whispered faintly.

“Ha… fuck…. I can’t take it anymore.”

He barely got the words out, clinging like he was holding a lifeline. His voice was wet and repressed. Cheon Wooshin paused. Then, while still stroking, he lifted his gaze toward Yeonwoo. Not even knowing what he was enduring, Yeonwoo trembled, overtaken by the jet-black irises staring at him.

Cheon Wooshin’s expression, which had been a touch detached, sank into something even more dangerous at that moment. After blinking a few times in silence, Cheon Wooshin spoke to Ju Doyoung.

“Send the coordinates and tell Sehan to assemble a team and go in ahead of us.”

— Got it. I’m so glad to hear you’re okay.

Unaware of anything, Ju Doyoung’s voice was full of cheer. After ending the call, Cheon Wooshin grabbed Yeonwoo’s jaw. With lips tightly sealed, Yeonwoo already knew what the man intended. Cheon Wooshin stared stubbornly into the void, holding himself together to keep from letting out another moan.

“What did you say?”

Cheon Wooshin pressed him.

“Say it again.”

“No.”

His briefly parted lips now spat defiance and resistance. Cheon Wooshin, in response, shoved his fingers between them. The sudden intrusion crumpled Yeonwoo’s frown into something even more pitiful. Yeonwoo twisted his head, trying to push out the invading fingers with his tongue. But Cheon Wooshin pushed deeper, pressing the squirming flesh with slow, deliberate strength. His fingertip grazed Yeonwoo’s uvula.

“Huff, mmph.”

“Should I go this far to get an answer?”

As his labored breath turned painful, Cheon Wooshin used his thumb to press down on Yeonwoo’s lower teeth. His breathing was erratic. The tongue, ravaged by this savage interrogation, trembled. Clear fluid welled up and ran down the corner of his lips.

Yeonwoo, unable to either bite down or spit out the fingers, had tears pooling at the corners of his eyes. Tears born from overwhelming emotions and unbearable stimulation. His eyebrows lifted and fell as he blinked. His eyes, flooded with thoughts, quivered violently.