Seol Yu-jin flinched at the abrupt remark.
Of course he remembered. How could he possibly forget, when his life had gone completely off the rails after that day?
He hadn’t imagined it could get any worse—but it did.
Even before arriving here, he had thought his luck was at rock bottom. Yet something even worse had been lying in wait. Recalling that day made an involuntary shiver run down his spine.
“Of course I remember.”
Yu-jin glared at Winston, lacing his voice with heavy sarcasm.
“How could I forget, when I had to hear Harold’s ridiculous will twice? Even now, just thinking about it makes my skin crawl.”
“I see.”
Unlike Yu-jin’s agitated reaction, Winston simply chuckled.
“I only got to hear it once, after all.”
That calm demeanor sparked a flare of anger in Yu-jin.
“What the hell were you thinking at a moment like that…”
“Do you want to know?”
Suddenly, Winston took a bold step forward. The abrupt decrease in distance startled Yu-jin, and he quickly stumbled back.
“No.”
He answered cautiously, his posture tense like a bristling cat. A bad feeling was creeping over him.
“I don’t need to kn—”
“Just listen.”
Before Yu-jin could finish his sentence, Winston cut in, muttering under his breath. Yu-jin should have been furious at being brushed off like that—but instead, he found himself speechless, frantically retreating.
As if he had anticipated that exact reaction, Winston stepped forward again without hesitation. With his long strides, the space between them shrank even more.
“From the moment you showed up in the study…”
“Stop it.”
“All I could think about was your naked body.”
The bluntness of it made Yu-jin’s eyes widen in shock. Was this man out of his mind? At such a pivotal moment—during the reading of a will, no less—that’s what had been going through his head?
“Yeah.”
As if he’d read Yu-jin’s thoughts, Winston let out a short laugh.
“I can hardly believe it either, but it’s the truth. You were sitting there, not a single thread on you…”
“I told you to stop.”
Again, Winston took another step forward. Yu-jin tried to retreat in panic, but his leg hit something behind him. He lost his balance, his body swaying wildly before collapsing onto the seat.
“Yes, this very chair.”
As he spoke, Winston immediately reached out and grabbed both armrests. Yu-jin, who had just begun to push himself upright, found himself completely trapped between Winston’s arms.
“I unzipped my pants…”
Winston leaned down, murmuring in a low, husky voice. He hadn’t touched Yu-jin—not even a fingertip had made contact—yet Yu-jin felt chills run down his spine.
And it wasn’t from fear or disgust.
The realization unsettled him even more.
And as if he could see right through Yu-jin’s unease, Winston leaned in and whispered against his ear.
“Spread your legs so I can slide it in.”
His warm breath tickled Yu-jin’s skin, sending a tingle down his spine. The sensation made him reflexively squeeze his eyes shut. Then, like driving in a wedge, Winston finished his sentence.
“Deep inside.“
Ha…
An involuntary gasp escaped his lips before he could stop it. Realizing what he’d just done, Yu-jin quickly snapped his eyes open, trying to reel himself back to his senses. What the hell am I doing right now?
“You do realize what you’re doing counts as sexual harassment, right?”
His protest came too late—and even to his own ears, it lacked conviction. His voice was hoarse, strained, as if clinging to the last threads of pride.
Winston, of course, picked up on that immediately. He let out a quiet laugh, his gaze narrowing as he asked,
“Doesn’t it depend on how the other person takes it?”
He was so close now, Yu-jin could barely focus on his eyes. That was the only reason he’d closed his own, Yu-jin told himself. Yeah. It was just because his vision was swimming, because the dizziness made it hard to see.
It definitely wasn’t because he was expecting a kiss.
And yet, when Winston’s lips finally touched his—Yu-jin didn’t push him away.
***
Winston’s tongue slipped between Yu-jin’s slightly parted lips without hesitation, as if it belonged there.
Yu-jin instinctively furrowed his brows, yet he accepted it without resistance.
If Winston had been rough—even slightly—if he had selfishly bitten at his lips and tried to satisfy his own lust, Yu-jin would’ve come to his senses and pushed him away immediately.
But Winston didn’t.
As though he understood every ounce of Yu-jin’s hesitation, he moved with patience, gently exploring the inside of his mouth, softly sucking on his lips.
That’s why, even as Yu-jin’s entire body flinched with tension, he couldn’t bring himself to push him away.
The kiss was too sweet.
Too soft.
Too desperate.
“Ah…”
A moan escaped him before he realized it, and he covered his cheek with one hand in a futile attempt to ground himself.
Then Winston, who had until now been gripping the armrests, released one hand and wrapped it around Yu-jin’s waist.
Their bodies naturally shifted, and Yu-jin found himself half-reclining in the chair.
Still kissing him, Winston lifted Yu-jin’s body into his arms—and Yu-jin instinctively wrapped his legs around Winston’s waist.
Even as his back met the broad surface of the oak desk, the kiss didn’t stop.
Even during the brief moments when their lips parted, Yu-jin would wind his arms around Winston’s neck and pull him right back in, unable to bear the separation.
Tongues slid against each other, saliva mixing as the kiss deepened.
While they kissed, Winston unbuckled Yu-jin’s belt and pulled down his zipper.
When his pants and underwear were dragged down, Yu-jin didn’t stop him.
On the contrary, he lifted his hips to help.
The sound of another zipper being undone followed.
Then something hot and heavy pressed against him below.
Yu-jin froze, a flicker of fear tightening in his chest.
Sensing it, Winston broke the kiss and lifted his head, his eyes locking with Yu-jin’s in a silent question—Are you okay?
His breathing was ragged.
His flushed cheeks and eyes tinged with gold were consumed by arousal.
If they had gone all the way just like that, Yu-jin might not have even realized it—might not have said a word.
What if he told him to stop?
Ridiculously, Yu-jin felt sure that Winston would actually listen.
But the moment that flicker of temptation rose in his mind—he crushed it without mercy.
Instead, he reached up, grabbed Winston by the cheek, and pulled him into another kiss. That was his answer.
And suddenly, Winston’s restraint broke. He couldn’t hold back anymore.
Of course, Yu-jin was no different.
“Ugh—!”
A muffled cry escaped from between their locked mouths.
His brows twisted involuntarily from the sheer pressure of being forced open from within.
Winston gripped Yu-jin’s hips and pushed inside.
The heat of his thick, rigid length filled Yu-jin’s insides.
It was a brutal, overwhelming intrusion that tore him open from within—so much so that for a moment, Yu-jin felt genuine fear, like he might be split in two.
“It’s okay.”
As if to soothe him, Winston kissed all over his face while Yu-jin clung to his shoulders in desperation.
“It’s okay, baby. Breathe. Slowly… That’s it…”
Yu-jin followed his instructions, breathing in and out.
Winston paused for a moment—then began to move in rhythm with Yu-jin’s breathing, pushing in, then pausing, again and again.
…Huh?
A strange scent suddenly tickled his nose—something out of place.
And the moment Yu-jin realized what it was, a jolt of shock tore through him.
Winston’s pheromone scent.
Yu-jin couldn’t believe it.
He hadn’t sensed it at all until now—so why was it suddenly filling the air? Why now, of all times?
He was visibly shaken, but once that scent had registered, it only grew stronger, steadily seeping into him. The pain and shock began to dull, overtaken by a rising tide of pleasure.
Winston’s arousal reached deep inside Yu-jin, and soon his entire body was burning with heat.
“Ah… haah… aah…”
Yu-jin’s breathing changed noticeably, and Winston picked up on it immediately.
His thrusts quickened again, and Yu-jin spread his thighs wider, accepting him completely.
“More… go deeper… deeper…”
The words spilled out unbidden, completely detached from his conscious will.
“Please… fill me up… pour it all inside… Winnie, hurry…”
A deep, throbbing ache burned inside, making Yu-jin feel like he was going to lose his mind.
He couldn’t take it anymore. Wrapping his legs tight around Winston’s waist, he pulled him in with all his strength.
At last, Winston’s cock struck his womb, and Yu-jin could feel it swell, pulsing.
“Haaah…”
With a drawn-out moan, Yu-jin threw his head back. A scalding rush of fluid spilled deep into his belly, flooding him completely.
The rich scent of pheromones saturated his insides. It felt like Winston’s cum was soaking through to his very brain, intoxicating him.
Yu-jin tightened around him, sealing their bodies together, refusing to let even a single drop escape. Winston groaned deeply as he came, and finally slumped over Yu-jin’s body.
For a while, the only thing filling the study was the tangled sound of their ragged breaths.
Haa…
Winston lightly bit Yu-jin’s lips before letting out a long, drawn-out sigh.
“You’re so fucking tight… it’s insane in there.”
Even after climaxing, he hadn’t pulled out.
His length remained inside, plugging Yu-jin completely, not a drop leaking out—his stomach filled to the brim.
Nibbling on the curve of Yu-jin’s ear, Winston let out a low, breathy laugh.
“I was wrong. None of the fantasies I had come close to the real thing. Haa… I swear, I could live inside you.”
There was something bitter in his voice as he trailed off.
Was it disillusionment—toward himself? Toward the fact that he’d let himself fall for someone he’d always sneered at as nothing more than a whore, a slut? That he’d missed Harold’s final words because of it?
“Don’t worry, baby.”
Yu-jin mimicked Winston’s tone mockingly, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
“You think you’re the only one who had those thoughts?”
