Kiss the Scumbag

“Do as you please.”

Winston spoke indifferently, though his gaze flickered toward the door for a brief moment. He would be here soon. Even so, Winston remained composed. Sunlight poured in through the large windows that spanned an entire wall, flooding the room with brightness. Including himself, there were seven people gathered here. In such a setting, there was no way his body would react. His lips, pressed lightly against the rim of a wine glass, curled into a faint smile. Winston was confident.

Noticing his ease, Lady Catherine chimed in.

“I was thinking we should invite Evelyn, too. Wouldn’t that be nice? It’s been a while since we’ve seen her, hasn’t it?”

Madam Campbell merely sipped her tea, uninterested, but Winston already knew exactly why they were bringing up this party. Why was it that his relatives always acted in such transparent ways? The thought was almost pitiful, though he didn’t let it show. He simply replied, “Go ahead,” as he always did.

Lady Catherine could barely contain her delight. Her voice lifted slightly as she gushed,

“Oh, how wonderful! Evelyn is still single, you know. Isn’t that right?”

She glanced at her husband, George, as if expecting his agreement, and he was quick to nod.

“Of course. It would be good for them to meet again, don’t you think?”

He turned to Winston, hoping for a response, but Winston merely emptied his glass without a word. His indifference was nothing out of the ordinary, which reassured them. Everything was going according to plan. Smoothly.

Just then, a knock echoed through the room. All eyes turned toward the door. A maid’s voice followed.

“I have brought Mr. Seol Yu-jin.”

At this, Madam Campbell cast a sidelong glance at her son. Winston set his empty glass down without any discernible reaction. The door opened, and in the brief silence, the second hand of the clock on the wall ticked forward with a soft ‘click.’ The maid stepped aside, making way for the man standing behind her. The study was utterly silent—so quiet that even the sound of breathing felt absent—as he finally stepped inside. One step, then another. Each slow movement brought the sunlight inching up his body, as though it were climbing a staircase.

Perhaps he hadn’t the luxury to buy new shoes—his old ones were meticulously polished, yet in the bright daylight, even the tiniest scuffs stood out starkly. His off-the-rack suit, not even worth the price of a single tie worn by those in the room, looked hastily purchased at some bargain store, chosen for no other reason than being the cheapest available. It didn’t fit him well. The mismatched tie, the white shirt with its limp collar—everything was a mess. Anyone could tell. He had scrambled to find something suitable for the funeral, settling for whatever was both appropriate and the least expensive. The idea of tailoring it to fit was out of the question.

And yet, he stepped inside with his shoulders squared, utterly unfazed. The glaring midday sun exposed his shabbiness without filter, but he showed no shame.

The sunlight moved up his neck and onto his face. His skin was smooth, unblemished, and unusually pale, glowing translucently under the light. When he blinked, his long lashes—just as dark as his hair—lowered for a fleeting moment before lifting again. Yu-jin pushed back the strands of hair that had fallen over his forehead with an air of irritation. For a brief moment, the curve of his smooth, white forehead was revealed, only to be concealed again as his hair slipped back into place.

Soon, he came to a stop, and the bright sunlight streaming in from the numerous windows illuminated his entire figure as if a spotlight had been cast upon him.

Haa…

A sigh escaped Winston’s lips—one so faint that no one else could hear it. At that moment, he forgot the presence of everyone in the room, including his own mother. In an instant, it felt as if only he and Yu-jin existed in the world. Nothing else in his vision mattered—only Yu-jin. My God. Winston, drowning in despair, called out to a deity that would do nothing for him.

How many years had it been? The face of the youthful boy was gone, replaced by the ripened beauty of maturity. He couldn’t tear his eyes away. His heart pounded violently, and a dull, aching tightness swelled between his legs.

In an instant, his pheromones thickened severalfold.

“Ahem.”

A sudden cough jolted him back to reality. Attorney McCoy stood there, holding a briefcase that presumably contained the will. At his silent gesture, Yu-jin took a seat in an empty chair—the one farthest from Winston.

Winston watched as he sat with perfect posture, legs neatly together, back straight. From the moment he entered the room until now, Yu-jin had not spared Winston a single glance. Winston’s brow furrowed slightly, but just then, McCoy’s voice filled the space.

“Since everyone has gathered, I will now proceed with the reading of the will. First, let us take a moment to pay our respects to Mr. Harold Campbell.”

Placing a hand over his chest, the lawyer bowed his head. A brief silence followed before he unfastened his briefcase. In front of everyone, he used a paper knife to carefully slit open a sealed envelope and extracted its contents—a second envelope along with a small paper pouch. Using the same method, he opened the pouch, revealing a USB drive.

Everyone held their breath as he inserted it into the computer.

As the sequence of actions unfolded, Winston’s mind drifted back to Yu-jin. He tried to ignore him, but it was impossible. His eyes had already locked onto him, refusing to move.

Yu-jin remained as he was, fixated on a single point—likely the screen displaying the contents of the will. But Winston couldn’t care less about the will. His attention was solely on Yu-jin. The naked body he had seen just days ago resurfaced vividly in his mind.

Without the slightest effort, he stripped Yu-jin bare in his imagination.

In his mind’s eye, Yu-jin sat completely nude on the couch, feigning indifference. The moment he envisioned it, the arousal he’d barely managed to suppress surged back instantly.

At the very moment his father’s will was about to be revealed, Winston found himself mentally ravaging his father’s former mistress.

He slowly crossed his legs, resting one elbow on the sofa’s armrest, propping his chin against his hand. His pants strained against the growing bulge, but his mind was already elsewhere—he had Yu-jin sprawled across the grand desk of the study.

In his fantasy, Yu-jin’s exposed body lay completely visible beneath him. Winston would simply pull down his zipper while gazing down at him. There would be no regard, no consideration for him.

Yes, you deserve to be treated like this. After all, you’ve let plenty of other men use your cheap little hole, haven’t you? That sweet body of yours has been sucked and devoured by countless men. I bet there was never a moment when you weren’t being filled. Of course. Who could ever resist a body like yours? No man in his right mind—unless he was a eunuch.

A filthy whore. A male slut. A public toilet. A cum dump.

Even as he was branded with such insults, Yu-jin would be soaking wet down below. His pheromones would thicken, just as they were now. Of course—because he was a whore. Even now, Winston felt dizzy from the faint Omega scent wafting from him. The reason these obscene thoughts had overtaken him was all because of that scent. That had to be it.

That was why Yu-jin hadn’t taken his suppressants, why he was letting his scent spill out like this—to seduce him. Just like he had in Winston’s bedroom that night.

Yes, this is what you want.

Fantasy bled into reality.

In his mind, Yu-jin sat completely naked on the sofa. Winston grabbed his legs and pushed them up. Yu-jin’s body slid down, his ass pressing against Winston’s groin as his hands clutched the chair’s backrest. Winston gripped the back of his knee, lifting it to fully expose that hole, then freed his painfully hard cock.

Yu-jin’s expression twisted into a mixture of fear and arousal as he stared at the thick cock poised to force its way inside him.

Winston exhaled sharply, his brows knitting together as he swallowed down a groan. At that moment, he thought he could hear Yu-jin’s scream—high and desperate, bordering on a cry.

And then—

Yu-jin suddenly looked at him.

Maybe it was his reaction to Winston’s pheromones. Of course. That had to be it.

Because you’re my Omega.

Winnie.

For a fleeting moment, Winston could have sworn he heard Yu-jin’s voice. His mouth went dry. He couldn’t breathe.

Fuck.

Even with all these people around, even with the world so blindingly bright, nothing changed.

The only thing in his eyes was Yu-jin.

Yu-jin.

His lips moved soundlessly, calling for his lover.

Come here.

Winnie.

Yu-jin smiled brightly, arms spreading wide. He was about to run to him. And finally, Winston would make his fantasy real. He would spread those long, elegant legs apart and—

“Impossible! That’s a lie!”

A bloodcurdling scream tore through the air.

In an instant, Winston snapped back to reality.

The study wasn’t empty. There were others present. Yu-jin wasn’t naked—he was fully clothed, wrapped tightly in that cheap suit.

As Winston’s vision refocused, Yu-jin’s face came into view—frozen in shock.

Only then did Winston frown.