Kiss the Scumbag-Chapter 92

Winston received an unexpected phone call while they were on their way to dinner. As the staff loaded items into the trunk, Winston, sitting in the driver’s seat, looked at the caller ID with curiosity, then answered.

“Evelyn, what’s up?”

Yujin, humming happily in the passenger seat, suddenly startled and looked back. Seeing Winston gripping the wheel with one hand and listening intently, Yujin blinked nervously. Winston stayed focused on the call, silently nodding.

“Okay, got it. I’ll think about it.”

Soon, Winston burst out laughing.

“I can’t give a definite answer yet. I got it for now, I’ll contact you later. Yeah, I’m a bit busy right now.”

Suddenly Winston looked over at Yujin. Seeing Yujin freeze reflexively, he added,

“I’m going to dinner with my lover. Bye.”

He ended the call simply, then laughed and asked,

“Why so surprised?”

“Huh? Oh, nothing.”

Yujin finally sighed in relief and smiled comfortably.

“I was just a little nervous... So, why did Evelyn call?”

Seeing Winston casually call him his lover and honestly talk about their plans made Yujin both relieved and filled with limitless trust. Winston replied casually to Yujin’s question.

“Evelyn invited us to a party. She said she wanted to ask your opinion.”

“A party? Today? Suddenly?”

“Yeah.”

Winston continued.

“It was probably scheduled already. Since we happened to be here, she invited us. What do you want to do? Go?”

“Uh...”

He hesitated briefly, but his mind was already made up. After looking around nervously, he spoke reluctantly.

“I... want just the two of us...”

Could it be that Winston actually wants to go to the party? If I keep him from going because of me, will he hate me...?

That fear rose briefly but vanished instantly. Winston’s laughter stopped Yujin’s thoughts. Still smiling, Winston said,

“Me too. Then let’s tell Evelyn we’re not coming.”

Hearing that, Yujin’s heart pounded wildly, and his face flushed bright red. He widened his eyes and asked,

“Really? You mean it?”

“Of course.”

Winston hugged Yujin’s shoulders, pulled him close, and playfully rubbed noses.

“We came all this way to be alone together. I was worried you might want to go, so I’m glad.”

Seeing Winston breathe an exaggerated sigh of relief, Yujin felt so happy he thought he might die. Just then, the staff who had finished loading the luggage approached the window. Winston gave Yujin a quick kiss on the lips, then let go and straightened up.

“Shall we go? What do you want to eat? Should I just take you to a place I know?”

Winston asked, having roughly figured out how ignorant Yujin was of the world. His question was considerate, anticipating Yujin might struggle to choose, but that wasn’t the whole reason. Yujin would have gone anywhere Winston suggested, even if it was hell.

“Yeah, I like anything. Wi... Winnie.”

Trying hard not to hide somewhere from embarrassment, Yujin barely added the nickname. Winston looked surprised, which only made Yujin feel more shame, but he couldn’t avoid his gaze and stammered.

“You said it’s okay to call you that... From now on, I’ll keep calling you Winnie.”

Seeing Yujin’s face now completely red up to his neck, Winston said nothing for a moment. Suddenly, a sweet scent wafted. Yujin cautiously shifted his gaze to steal a look at Winston. Unexpectedly, Winston was looking at him with a blank face. Bewildered by the reaction, Yujin blinked.

“Winston...? Why?”

Calling worriedly, Winston suddenly snapped out of it and paused. For a moment, silence fell between them, then the sweet scent vanished instantly.

“Ah, sorry. I spaced out for a moment.”

Saying that casually, Winston started the car and drove off. His attitude was the same as always. Yujin quickly forgot about the incident. The seafood restaurant Winston took him to was, as expected, excellent, and after a seaside walk together, they returned home late.

“Haah.”

After showering, Winston lay on the bed and stared blankly at the ceiling. Finally, he was alone. Now he didn’t have to hold back anymore. As he thought so, the pheromone scent around him thickened. Winston frowned, closed his eyes, and rubbed his face with one hand.

Am I an idiot?

The more he thought about it, the more absurd it seemed. Why didn’t I expect this situation?

He was too impatient to think ahead. It was fine to get out of the mansion with Yujin and be alone, but the problem started afterward.

I almost attacked him in the car.

If that had happened, how shocked and ashamed would Yujin have been? While admiring his own restraint, Winston was relieved that he didn’t lose his mind until the end.

But it wasn’t over. The torture was just beginning.

Winnie.

Thinking of Yujin shyly calling his name again, Winston felt his lower body harden once more. This time, he didn’t have to hold back. He brought his hand to his erect member and slowly stroked it.

Yujin probably hasn’t had proper sex education either.

As soon as the word “sex” popped into his mind after “Yujin,” the thing in his hand stiffened firmly. Winston frowned and groaned softly. He had no idea how much Yujin would allow. Because of his father’s affair, Yujin might have trauma. Kissing was okay. What if kissing was the limit?

Winnie.

Imagining Yujin calling him sweetly while lying in bed, Winston’s brain felt on fire. He breathed heavily as he quickly stroked himself. He barely restrained the urge to burst into Yujin’s room and cover him, instead hurriedly moving his hand. Semen gathered gradually, and a tingling sensation spread in his lower abdomen.

“Yujin... haa.”

Repeating the name, a moan escaped. Unable to stop his hips from moving, Winston continued pleasuring himself. His mind filled with images of Yujin, who had been with him all day. If he put his nose to Yujin’s skin, he could smell it—the faint pheromone scent. Yujin hadn’t had his heat cycle yet. If he experienced his first heat cycle while with Winston, maybe that would be okay? That would mean Winston was helping him. If so, if that happened. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Winnie.

I am—

“Haah...”

With a long sigh, Winston stopped moving his hips. His hand still stroked rapidly. Thick strands of semen continued to fall over his body. Damn, why so much? Winston cursed and continued.

“Fuck, my skin’s gonna peel off.”

He rubbed so hard and fast that his lower region felt numb. Muttering curses lowly, Winston got up from the bed. He needed to shower again. He had to wash his body and cool down. Muttering irritably, he headed to the bathroom, instinctively knowing tonight would be very long.

Yujin lay on the bed, blinking. He couldn’t sleep. Maybe because his excitement hadn’t fully faded. Turning to the other side, the door came into view. Suddenly, an absurd thought popped into his head.

What if Winston comes in through that door?

That thought made his ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ heart race and his face flush. Coming all this way, probably that was part of it too? After all, we’re both, uh, adults.

Feeling shy for a moment, Yujin covered his face with both hands, then carefully parted his fingers to peek at the door. Everything around was still quiet. If Winston came to his room, he would surely hear footsteps—but there were none. Lowering his hands quietly, Yujin held his breath. He had just thought of an enormous idea.

Should I go...?