Kiss the Scumbag

“A little longer. Once the will is read, everything will be fine.”

Winston stopped rubbing his forehead and glanced at Madam Campbell through his fingers. She met his gaze with a face full of affection.

“There’s nothing to worry about. Isn’t it obvious what Harold’s will is going to say? He might leave something to your other brothers, but it’ll be nothing more than scraps. Everything will be yours. Trust me.”

She spoke with unwavering confidence, as if trying to bolster her son’s spirits. But she had completely missed the mark. Winston thought that, now as ever, she didn’t understand him in the slightest. He was far past the age of being bothered by it, though, and it didn’t matter to him anyway. His concerns lay elsewhere.

“Mother.”

Winston spoke without changing his posture. As Madam Campbell immediately gave him her full attention, he asked in his usual cool voice,

“You were the one who ordered Yu-jin to be taken to my bedroom, weren’t you?”

“What?”

Madam Campbell was visibly flustered by the unexpected question—just as Winston had predicted. Realizing his suspicion had been correct, he furrowed his brow even deeper.

“Mother, don’t play childish games like that.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

She straightened her face and denied it outright, but she knew it was already too late. With no other choice, she decided to come clean.

“I figured he’d lose his mind the moment he caught your pheromones and disgrace himself in front of you. I just wanted to show you his true colors in case you were foolish enough to let that filth shake you again.”

She tried to justify herself, but as expected, Winston only let out a long, deep sigh, his face twisted in a grimace.

“You wanted to ‘wake me up’? Mother, what would you have done if I’d lost control under the influence of his pheromones and actually done something?”

Madam Campbell scoffed and retorted sharply, “As if that would ever happen. That boy is just an ordinary Omega. You, on the other hand, are an Extreme Alpha. Besides, after last night’s party, you should’ve drained enough pheromones. There’s no way you’d succumb to something so insignificant.”

This, too, was exactly what Winston had expected. If he hadn’t gone to the pheromone party the night before, she never would have dared to pull such a stunt. But she was overestimating her son.

“Your son is nothing more than a typical Alpha, Mother.”

Winston’s words were met with an immediate rebuttal.

“You’re different. You’re an Extreme Alpha, just like your father.”

The only Extreme Alpha in the family.

Because of that, Winston had inherited the bulk of the family’s fortune despite being the youngest. Madam Campbell had always assumed that her most exceptional child would carry on the family legacy, but when he manifested as an Extreme Alpha, her expectations became conviction.

Her youngest son was perfect. That leech who had clung to him for a while wouldn’t even leave a stain on his life.

But the intelligence she was so proud of in her son became an obstacle at times like this. Winston always saw through deception and schemes with ease, leaving no room for manipulation.

Even so, there was one time when Winston had fallen for a trick. It wasn’t just because everyone—including Madam Campbell—had poured their efforts into crafting the perfect plan. No, the ultimate reason lay elsewhere, and that reason had always weighed on her mind. She told herself it didn’t matter since they had achieved their goal in the end.

If Winston hadn’t loved that filth so much, he never would have fallen for such a flimsy ruse.

Blinded by love, he had completely lost his ability to think rationally and, as a result, made a catastrophic mistake. And he still hadn’t realized it. If everything had gone according to plan, he would have lived his entire life never knowing.

But Harold had to pull that little stunt at the very end.

Madam Campbell once again seethed with hatred toward her late husband. What, had he felt some pathetic twinge of guilt right before he died? What about the children he left behind? What about me?

Even in death, he had managed to turn her world upside down. If she could, she would bring Harold back just to kill him with her own hands.

“Anyway, forget about that filth. Nothing happened, so let’s leave it at that. Everything will work out from now on.”

She stood up and placed a kiss on Winston’s head as she spoke. He didn’t appreciate being treated like a child, but he held his tongue.

After his mother left, Winston leaned back in his chair, gazing out through the massive window on one side of the breakfast room. A gentle breeze rustled through the trees, and birds chirped between the branches. It was a peaceful morning—completely at odds with the mess inside his head.

Damn it.

Just thinking about it made a slow, burning ache spread through his lower body again. Drained enough pheromones, so I should be fine? His mother’s careless words irritated him to no end. That was the kind of nonsense only a Beta—who would never experience this firsthand—could say so casually. Sure, if it had been any other Omega, she would have been right.

But the one lying in that bed had been Yu-jin.

The very same Yu-jin who had once been his and his alone.

He had been sprawled out naked, fast asleep, oblivious to everything.

The first moment Winston laid eyes on him, he thought his mind had snapped under the influence of pheromones, showing him hallucinations. Or maybe, after years of insomnia, he had finally started dreaming while awake.

But then, mixed in with the familiar scent of his own pheromones saturating the room, there was another scent. One that left no room for doubt—Yu-jin’s Omega pheromones.

There was no mistaking it.

Even in a party hall overflowing with Omega pheromones, Winston had felt nothing but revulsion. More than once, he had nearly stormed out because the stench was unbearable. But this—this scent was different. There was only one scent in the world that could do this to him.

Yu-jin.

The moment he realized it, his rationality nearly shattered. His heart pounded like mad, his insides burned hot.

This is real? It’s really Yu-jin?

Has he truly come back to me?

He couldn’t believe it. Frozen in place, he couldn’t even blink, only able to stare at Yu-jin.

The unusually bright moonlight bathed his entire body, exposing everything. The soft curve of his lips, the long line of his neck, the delicate rise of his small nipples against his slender chest, the smooth dip of his waist, the taut roundness of his hips, the elegant flow of his legs—Winston couldn’t tear his gaze away.

Everything was the same. Just like that night. The first time Yu-jin had given himself to him. The night Winston had drowned in the intoxicating satisfaction and triumph of possessing him completely, as if he owned the entire world.

As the memories resurfaced, Winston’s mind went blank. The Yu-jin lying before him, bathed in white under the moon, was once again seducing him.

“Winnie.”

There hadn’t been a single thing about him that wasn’t beautiful, from the tips of his hair to the very ends of his toes.

Winston suddenly remembered just how deeply he had been ensnared by him. Yu-jin had once sat on that bed, bare and vulnerable, whispering his name with arms wide open—an unspoken plea to hold him.

Of course, Winston hadn’t been able to resist. And from that moment on, he had become Yu-jin’s willing slave. He had done everything for him. If Yu-jin had told him to die, he would have tied the noose himself.

He had loved him with all his heart. He had trusted him with everything.

Even up until the moment he learned just how thoroughly Yu-jin had played him.

But that man no longer existed.

The Yu-jin Winston had loved had never been real.

When he had finally seen the truth, when the illusion had shattered completely, he had convinced himself that his love for him had broken along with it, crumbling to nothing.

And yet—

Even now, Yu-jin’s body still had the power to steal his breath away.

How many years had it been? After everything Winston had suffered, after all those years apart, Yu-jin still managed to shake him to his very core—just by existing.

He hadn’t reached for him, hadn’t smiled, hadn’t done anything at all. He had simply lain there, asleep.

And yet, Winston had drawn his gun in a fit of rage. That alone proved his own defeat.

It would have been better if he’d given in to his desire and taken him right then and there.

If he had, he could have made excuses. He could have blamed it on the pheromones. He could have said that lying naked in bed was obviously an invitation. He could have sneered that it didn’t matter, because Yu-jin was nothing more than a whore anyway.

But instead, he had pointed a gun at him in anger.

Which only meant one thing—

Even now, Winston hadn’t forgotten him.

Not a single moment of the love they had shared, not an ounce of the pain that had sent him through hell.

He was still completely bound by him.

This will be the last time.

Winston rubbed his face with both hands and let out a short sigh.

He wasn’t even worth dealing with.

Hadn’t he already carried another man’s child, carrying who knows whose bastard inside him?