Snake Venom Ch 66(Mild NSFW)

Chapter 66(Mild NSFW)

The first scent Lee Yeonwoo picked up was the lingering trace of Hephace. If drugs had been produced here recently, they were likely Hephace. As expected of a place where substances had been manufactured, other smells also agitated his sense of smell. Some were pungently strong, while others were so faint they passed unnoticed unless one focused intently.

The scents Yeonwoo needed to focus on were the snake venom and the aphrodisiac he had just smelled before entering this place. He had already identified Hephace, and if the aphrodisiac snake had also been made here, it would confirm that both the distribution and production routes were the same. The same logic applied to the snake venom. Even if the factory was no longer operational, any trace suggesting that all of what Cheon Wooshin was pursuing had been made here would be of great significance.

Yeonwoo slowly blinked as though imprinting the smells into his mind. A cursory check was enough.

“How much time will you give me?”

It had already been determined that there was nothing left to gain here, but since the task had been entrusted to him, he wanted to give it his best. In response to Yeonwoo’s question, Cheon Wooshin checked his watch.

“Let’s say one hour. Time spent resting will not be counted.”

Once again, Cheon Wooshin gave an answer that considered Yeonwoo’s sensitivity to scents and his susceptibility to fatigue. He clearly remembered the time Yeonwoo had to run out while identifying the smell of a corpse. What more support could there be? Yeonwoo glared fiercely, signaling his intent to give it his all.

It was before even thirty minutes had passed that Yeonwoo located the scent of the aphrodisiac. It was inside a room presumed to be the production area. With this, Cheon Wooshin confirmed that the producers of Hephace and the aphrodisiac snake venom were one and the same, and sent a message somewhere.

In the meantime, Yeonwoo was overcome with dizziness and nausea and went upstairs. He breathed in the fresh air deeply for ten minutes before going back down. From then on, he worked in fifteen-minute intervals.

Yeonwoo’s dedication was remarkable. To others, his excessive sniffing and thorough search might have seemed strange. Not only did he feel along the walls and sweep the floors, but he opened and tore into any space where something could be hidden. In the process, his knees, palms, and hair collected dust and debris, but he paid it no mind and remained entirely focused.

Cheon Wooshin stayed quietly at Yeonwoo’s side. He neither asked questions nor gave orders. He simply acknowledged Yeonwoo’s autonomy and waited patiently.

How much time had passed? With a firm posture and his hands clasped behind his back, Cheon Wooshin’s gaze finally dropped to his wristwatch. It was already two minutes past the promised time. Yeonwoo, busy inspecting a large sterilizer, seemed unaware that time had passed.

It was clear to Cheon Wooshin, who had watched Yeonwoo’s devoted search, that there was truly nothing more to be found here. Choosing to delay telling him to stop for just three more minutes, Cheon Wooshin fiddled with his phone. Since Yeonwoo had been in the stale air for a while, he figured a greasy meal would help. He was in the middle of searching for a nearby Korean BBQ place.

“Team Leader.”

At some point, Yeonwoo had approached. As soon as Cheon Wooshin looked at his face, his gaze dropped. In Yeonwoo’s hands was a small transparent container, carefully cradled and empty.

“This…”

At that moment, Cheon Wooshin’s eyes gleamed.

“It’s snake venom.”

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Cheon Wooshin chased warmth. Or perhaps it was heat. Unlike his own cold self, it possessed temperature. When he wrapped it tightly in his embrace, as if to prevent it from escaping, it was only then that it seemed to find a way to breathe.

The crimson slit, trembling with rapid inhalations and exhalations, looked irresistibly appetizing. Though its resistance was clear, Cheon Wooshin relentlessly pressed in. He extended his tongue deeply and swept along what it touched. A breathy moan brushed his lips before being sucked inside.

“Mmh…!”

The flesh that coiled around him was hot and supple. Saliva welled up, thick and copious, making every surface slick and sweet. But unlike his own aggressiveness, the other party was passive and resistant, which stirred a strange thirst in Cheon Wooshin.

Why are you pushing me away? A burning desire to become one surged within him. As he drove his tongue deeper into the other’s mouth, his hand reached downward. He grabbed hold of something just as hot as those lips in an instant.

Then, the one in his arms began to push him away. Despite trembling in arousal at even the slightest touch, that pretended reluctance irritated him. Cheon Wooshin responded with even greater force, rubbing the flesh more provocatively, coercing confusion and shame. He looked down at the person being helplessly swept up in his touch. He couldn’t see the other’s face well as their neck was hunched.

You’re no different. Why deny it, when you’re this turned on? Let’s just mix together. That twisted desire poured out onto the other person. He rubbed and swept over the solid yet sticky shaft however he pleased. The more they struggled, the harder he pressed; when their breathing hitched like they might pass out, he softened his touch, chasing their fevered reactions all the way to the peak.

Finally, between stifled breaths, a voice squeezed out—a plea from someone at their limit.

“Ha… fuck… I’m gonna come.”

At that breathless confession, something snapped in his head. Cheon Wooshin deliberately tore down the dam, letting the floodwaters surge uncontrollably. He pressed down on the trembling, overwhelmed body and roughly jerked the soaked shaft.

“Hn, hngh… ah…!”

Heartbeats and ragged breaths tangled until one couldn’t tell whose was whose. Creaking sounds and barely swallowed moans burst at his ears. It was sweet. As the climax that shattered the other’s composure came crashing down on him, his lower body swelled terrifyingly. He raked his hands down the two shafts he held and thrust his hips cunningly upward. The nape, where his lips had landed, convulsed. An indescribable scent wafted into his nose. It felt so good he nearly blacked out.

Even as he ejaculated, Cheon Wooshin toyed with the other. He rubbed his spent member against the other’s lower body. As he rocked his hips in a piston motion, the other squirmed. The moans spilling out sounded more like sobs.

Cheon Wooshin blinked open his eyes at the exact moment a soaked voice mumbled something like, “let’s stop.”

A familiar ceiling floated in the darkness. Cheon Wooshin blinked slowly.

“……”

He needed to face reality. It seemed he had just had an extremely lewd dream, but the moment he regained awareness, the memory shrank like dust, ready to vanish at any second. On any other day, he would’ve dismissed it as a meaningless dream. But today, he wanted to chase down every fragment.

Who was it? The person who was at once familiar and yet utterly unknown ignited a fire in Cheon Wooshin’s instincts—something even he, trained to control his desires, couldn’t ignore. For the first time, he had hoped that fire would leap to the other person and consume them both.

That was why he needed to face reality. The fact that he had gotten aroused over a nonexistent figure left a strange, uncomfortable sensation in him.

Cheon Wooshin, propping himself against the headboard, lowered his gaze. He felt a weight below.

“……”

What now? He tilted his head at the bulge that had risen noticeably. Pulling back the blanket, he looked down at the erect penis tenting his thin pajamas, eyes full of confusion. As emotions began to bleed into his blank stare, his brows furrowed.

Even under the influence of toxins, he had avoided anything that could provoke emotional fluctuation—including masturbation. Though it was a plausible outcome of skipping regular release, the dream was the issue.

Recalling the act with someone whose face he didn’t even know caused his abdomen to clench, and his penis twitched in response. More than a twitch—fluid had already leaked out, soaking the thin fabric and clinging to his skin. It was too strong a stimulus to ignore and stirred an urge that was hard to suppress.

Cheon Wooshin checked the time. There was still more than enough left to cool down. Making his decision, he pulled down his pants and underwear in one go. The erection sprang up, reaching to his abdomen.

The cool air wrapped around the thin skin, which only added to the stimulation. A bead of clear fluid formed at the tip of the twitching member. Cheon Wooshin looked down at it in silence. Just a dream about an unknown person, and this was the result? Unbelievable.

He had never paid much mind to this sort of thing—nor had the time to. Still, as someone who had lived through such moments more than a few times, Cheon Wooshin gripped his aroused member without much thought. He spread the leaked fluid over the tip. The veins, already bulging, pulsed in anticipation.

Rubbing with varying strength and angles, the tip grew slicker. The slippery sounds of fluid mixing with his fingers echoed quietly. His fingers tapped and stroked beneath the glans in a repetitive rhythm. Staring at the red shaft, thick and then retreating, he repeated the act. Even in the midst of blood-splattered battlefields, he had performed this release mechanically. So there was neither shame nor discomfort in this vulgar act.

Cheon Wooshin, expressionless as he watched the obscene scene, let out a low moan as he stroked upward. The feeling of excess only intensified as he neared climax. Unlike past self-pleasure, the thrill now blurred the lines between logic and instinct.

“Hoo…”

Tilting his head slightly, a breath escaped him. As tension rippled through his abdomen, his abs twitched.