Snake Venom Ch 67(Mild NSFW)

Chapter 67 (Mild NSFW)

The peak of climax was just ahead. Suddenly, someone filled Cheon Wooshin’s vision. The person had spread their legs wide, gripping their knees to expose their lower body even more blatantly.

Cheon Wooshin did not bother to suppress the depraved fantasies. An inorganic thought followed, reasoning that shortening the heating time wouldn’t be so bad either. He applied more pressure with his fingers, gripping his erection even tighter.

“Should I spread them wider?”

Veins bulged on the back of his hand, and the muscles of his forearm flexed.

“Please shove it in.”

His canines itched. A wave of discomfort rushed in, but it only spurred him on to press down on his tingling canines with the tip of his tongue. Cheon Wooshin suddenly licked his lower lip, overcome by thirst. His hips gave a shallow thrust, driven by an instinct to penetrate.

“Hnngh.”

A moan he had never heard before tasted sweet. Only then did Cheon Wooshin realize that he was obsessively envisioning the person from his dream. Even these vulgar sexual fantasies were centered around them.

Though the person’s face remained blurry, the desire to see it clearly grew just as intense as his mounting climax. His movements became more violent. The squelching sounds stimulated his ears.

Cheon Wooshin blinked rapidly, stubbornly envisioning the same person. What appeared first was a bite mark etched on a neck. In that moment—spurt—cloudy white liquid burst forth. Gritting his teeth, he forcefully stroked the long shaft upward. As his hand kept stimulating his cock with erratic, obscene motions, the exploding pleasure began to spread throughout his body. The muscles connected to his abs twitched in a chain reaction.

He thought he’d feel a bit refreshed.

“…….”

Cheon Wooshin stared at his stickily wet hand with a sharp glint in his eyes. Unlike usual, when ejaculation brought some sense of release and calm, dissatisfaction took over this time. Not only was he displeased, but even worse, his lust had not settled—it flared up again to an abnormal degree. He glanced down with a look of disbelief at his still twitching, unyielding erection.

“Could this be one of the side effects too?”

He tried to think rationally. The inability to suppress his libido was certainly among the listed side effects. Cheon Wooshin stared at the cabinet where the suppressant was kept. At the same time, he frowned deeply. He needed Lee Yeonwoo to administer the suppressant—and he had no desire to think of Lee Yeonwoo right now. Rubbing the suddenly stiff nape of his neck, Cheon Wooshin exhaled sharply.

At that moment, a specific craving—not for masturbation but for sex—rose up. No, worse—filthy thoughts instantly swarmed his mind. He wanted to pin someone down, keep them immobile, and fuck them until they passed out. It didn’t matter if something tore, fell out of place, or broke. His tastes had always leaned rough in bed, but this was excessive. It was an overwhelmingly selfish and sadistic sexual impulse.

If it continued, it felt like he might actually end up killing someone in bed. He gave up trying to identify the person from his dream. He sensed that solidifying anything further, imagining more, or linking it to reality would be dangerous.

Cheon Wooshin stood up abruptly and headed to the bathroom. As soon as he undressed, he stepped under the showerhead and turned the valve. Cold water poured over him. Yet the desire refused to cool, and he slammed his forehead against the shower booth. Standing there blankly, Cheon Wooshin bit his lip. The stream of water that had been pouring nonstop now dripped down along his crushed lips.

“…….”

Fucking side effects. Fucking snake venom.

Lowering his head, Cheon Wooshin eventually reached down. Despite having just come, he grabbed his painfully erect cock and began stroking it roughly.

The slapping frictional sounds echoed irritably within the shower booth.

The unpleasantness born from the contradiction of having too little yet too much desire continued afterward. But by the time he had finished showering and was dressing himself, the murky aura that had been flickering around him like a haze had completely vanished. The same man who had been masturbating while indulging in filthy thoughts now stood neat and composed, pulling on his coat.

As he opened the door and descended the stairs, Lee Yeonwoo was in the kitchen drinking water. Sensing Cheon Wooshin’s presence, Yeonwoo looked up.

“Did you sleep well?”

A cheerful and affectionate greeting—one that had become oddly familiar at some point.

“I woke up early and even had a half-bath. How’s my skin?”

Cheon Wooshin tapped the cheek of the cheerful bastard who was fooling around from the morning. Only his action remained within the line; the irritation bubbling up inside threatened to crack his expression.

His lingering lust, which had been bothering him all morning, still hadn’t cooled. Cheon Wooshin swallowed the strange urge to grab Yeonwoo’s chin and stare closely enough to examine every hair and pore. The snake venom coiled inside him was writhing more violently than usual today—from the dream to this very moment. As he once again realized how he had failed to perfectly control it—and perhaps never could—a faint headache set in.

Noticing the brief flicker of unrest, Yeonwoo tilted his head, puzzled.

“Is there something on my face?”

“No.”

He had really gone off the deep end. As that self-deprecating thought crossed his mind and he turned away, he caught a scent.

“…….”

This time, it didn’t just scratch at him. A vague sensation, like something hollowing out his chest, rooted Cheon Wooshin to the spot. Realizing once more how acutely aware he had become of Lee Yeonwoo, Cheon Wooshin forced a smile.

What the hell was this now?

Rough thoughts and twisted emotions all faded to gray. Then, a crisp and buoyant voice rang out.

“So, when is our team leader going to buy me shabu-shabu?”

“…….”

When he didn’t answer, the gaze lingering on his face grew deeper. Looking straight ahead, Cheon Wooshin slowly inhaled and exhaled.

Still, nothing had changed.

Even before meeting Lee Yeonwoo, Cheon Wooshin had lived a life on the edge—assigned to abrupt and inhumane cases. Now, working a case with a metaphorical blade to his neck was no different from before. So what if another variable like Lee Yeonwoo had been added? What about him had to change? What mattered more was not letting Yeonwoo catch on to his inner turmoil.

He had dealt with countless operations and psychological battles wearing countless masks. Having seen all kinds of people—human or not—used and manipulated for the sake of an objective, there was no reason not to put that learned skill of deception to use now. In fact, it was more necessary than ever.

“Let’s go now.”

With that clean response, Cheon Wooshin finally moved his feet.

A bastard had to be treated like a bastard. Cheon Wooshin had no intention of letting some side effect from snake venom push him past the line.

It was a night thick with clouds. A pair of worn sneakers leapt over a puddle of reeking sewage.

The man wearing jeans as tattered as his sneakers had his hoodie pulled low over his head, but his sharp nose was clearly defined even under the dim glow of a streetlamp.

A police siren wailed in the distance. The man paused, standing still as he listened. Only when the sound completely disappeared did he resume walking.

His pace was neither fast nor slow. He moved leisurely, like any pedestrian with a destination, and turned a corner. The surroundings suddenly darkened. At that moment—splash—he stepped into a puddle and muttered a soft curse.

The afternoon rain had turned the place into a minefield of puddles. The man, shaking off his foot, looked up at the flickering streetlamp with a look of disdain. From an open window overhead came the sound of a couple arguing. It seemed one of them had cheated.

Though it wasn’t quite as bad as the man’s own neighborhood, this place too was a known trouble spot. A borderline area where law and morality barely held, where the facade of control made it even easier for illegal and irrational acts to take place. Even if that couple ended up drawing blood, no patrol car would make it this far.

The man delved deeper into the alley. The narrow passage, dotted with puddles and dimly lit by feeble lamps, looked nearly identical throughout. But the man walked on without hesitation. He stopped in front of a building’s mailbox. Without much thought, he threw something toward the window frame above. A small plastic bundle, barely two knuckles in size, landed there with uncanny precision. Without even checking, the man moved on.

A sound of a window sliding open came from behind his head. He pretended not to hear it and kept walking. Just then, his phone vibrated. A deposit alert. As it was from a long-term client, he didn’t need to check the amount. Still, the man clicked his tongue.

“Tch.”

The toss-and-go method wasn’t profitable anymore. Anyone with good aim and guts could do it, and now even more desperate people were snatching those jobs up, leaving fewer opportunities.

The man exited the alley using a different route. As a few people came into view and the streetlamps grew brighter, his hunched shoulders naturally relaxed. Exhaling deeply and pulling back his hood, the man revealed himself to be Sio.