Kiss the Scumbag-Chapter 65

“Tsk.”

The sharp click of Harold’s tongue echoed in the silence. Yujin froze on the spot, his face draining of color. His wide, frightened eyes met Harold’s, who said nothing as he lifted a hand and crooked a finger, beckoning.

That small gesture made Yujin want to cry.

But instead of running away in tears, he took a reluctant step forward.

He hated it — hated it — but he had nowhere else to go. There was only one path, one option: obey Harold.

Dragging his feet, Yujin slowly moved toward him. Harold remained exactly as he was, hand extended, gaze fixed intently on the boy.

Swallowing hard, Yujin hunched his shoulders and approached, covering his chest with one arm and his groin with the other. The closer he got, the heavier the scent in the air became — sweet and stifling.

When he finally stopped within arm’s reach — close enough that his knees almost brushed Harold’s — a smile spread across the older man’s face. He turned his hand and gently stroked Yujin’s waist, his voice thick with praise.

“Good boy, Yujin. Such an obedient child.”

Yujin couldn’t answer. He just stood there, trembling. Harold’s touch was soft, but it made his skin crawl. Unbothered by Yujin’s response, Harold placed both hands on his waist and brought his face close to his stomach.

A sharp inhale — sssff — sounded from below. Yujin clenched his hands and shut his eyes tightly, struggling against the overwhelming urge to shove him away. Harold sniffed again, deeply, a few more times before speaking.

“You smell wonderful. You’re ripening nicely.”

As he said it, Harold pressed his nose back to Yujin’s skin and inhaled once more, his eyes closed as if savoring fine wine. Yujin, deeply unsettled, flinched inward. What smell is he talking about? Was it his body? Was something wrong?

Just as the panic swelled, Harold spoke again, as if reading his mind.

“Of course, you can’t smell yourself. You’ve never been with a man.”

He looked up, satisfied, his gaze locking onto Yujin’s. Even with his eyes closed, Yujin could feel it — could feel the stare forcing his lids open. When he finally looked up, violet eyes met his. The shiver that ran through him was instantaneous.

Misunderstanding the reaction, Harold smiled.

“My pheromones must’ve frightened you.”

The scent in the air grew thicker, encircling him like a fog. Yujin wanted to cover his nose, but his body wouldn’t move — frozen in place.

“It’s alright. Don’t be afraid. You’ll come to love it.”

Harold’s voice was gentle as he stroked Yujin’s bare arm.

“When you’re a little older, you’ll react differently. I’m looking forward to that.”

He smiled warmly, deep crow’s feet folding into his skin. The innocence in Yujin’s expression — the cluelessness — pleased him immensely.

“When your scent reaches its peak... I’ll be the one to teach you, personally.”

With that, he leaned in again, nuzzling against Yujin’s skin. Yujin stood rigid as a statue, holding himself back with everything he had.

“Sleep well now.”

Harold bid him goodnight at the front door, smiling. Yujin, stiff as stone, only managed to mutter, “You too, Mr. Campbell.” Still smiling, Harold reached out to stroke his cheek before turning and walking to his car.

Yujin stood there, watching as the vehicle disappeared into the night, and then suddenly turned and ran.

“Ugh— ghkk—!”

The nausea he had suppressed exploded all at once. He fell to his knees in front of the toilet, heaving violently. Nothing came up but bitter bile, again and again.

Haa, haa.

It took him a long time to calm down. He blinked, panting. Reflexive tears streamed down his face, and he wiped them away with the back of his hand. Harold’s visits always left him wrecked. He wanted to collapse then and there, but he couldn’t.

The entire house reeked of Harold’s pheromones.

He staggered to his feet and opened every window and door he could find. Thankfully, no one ever came here. For years now, the only person who visited was Harold.

Once the windows were open, he headed straight to the bathroom. He scrubbed himself furiously, especially the places Harold had touched. His skin always ended up red and raw for days after — but he didn’t care.

When he finally finished and put on his pajamas, he closed every door in the house except the window by the bed. The scent of grass and trees always calmed him. Lying in bed, pulling the sheets up to his chin, he finally allowed himself to breathe.

Harold had started acting strange not long after Yujin presented. On one visit, he came into the annex and immediately pulled Yujin into an embrace, pressing his nose all over his body, sniffing him. It was the first time they had ever been that close. Yujin, overwhelmed, simply froze.

Harold inhaled deeply again and again, as if drinking it in. After a long sigh of satisfaction, he spoke.

“You smell like him. Ah... how I’ve missed it.”

Yujin hadn’t understood. He didn’t even know who “him” was. But Harold hadn’t seemed to want questions, so he stayed silent. Eventually, Harold left, grinning from ear to ear. Back then, Yujin had thought good — I made him happy. He’d been glad.

After that, Harold came more often. What used to be a visit every few months became once every month or two. For Yujin, those visits were everything. Each time, Harold would sit him on his lap and breathe in his scent like it was the most precious thing in the world — a man supposedly immune to drugs, yet intoxicated by Yujin’s pheromones.

About a year later, Harold’s demands changed.

The first time he told Yujin to take off his pants, Yujin had been shocked and refused. But when Harold suddenly turned cold, glaring with a terrifying look, Yujin had panicked and obeyed.

Harold had praised him, smiling. He even apologized for being scary. If you'd just listened from the start, I wouldn’t have had to be harsh, he said.

From then on, every visit meant taking off his pants. Eventually, Harold ordered him to be already undressed when he arrived. Yujin had cried through it, but obeyed. Harold was all he had. The annex — this small, isolated space — was his whole world.

A few months later, he had to remove his shirt, too. Then both. By the end of a year and a half, Yujin would stand there — fully exposed, waiting.

Everyone knew what came next.

Even a toddler could guess.

Yujin didn’t have to imagine it — the fear was already too much to bear. Around that time, he started throwing up whenever he knew Harold was coming. The first time it happened in front of him, he’d vomited all over Harold’s pants. After that, he stopped eating on the days Harold visited.

“You’re not well. That worries me.”

Harold would say that, pretending to be concerned. Yujin kept growing taller, but never gained weight. That — combined with his malnutrition — had delayed the “final step.”

But that wasn’t the only reason. The bigger reason was that Yujin hadn’t entered his heat cycle yet.

Alphas and Omegas don’t emit pheromones until their heats or ruts begin. But sometimes, a faint scent leaks early — and Yujin was one of those cases. As he aged, the scent deepened. It was a sign that his first heat was drawing near.

Harold didn’t mind the wait. In fact, he enjoyed it. That moment would come, eventually. And when it did, he’d take Yujin’s body — because that’s what he’d been preparing for, all this time.

Why else would he keep him locked in this private little world?

No rush. Not at all.

But to Yujin, it was unbearable. Every day felt like a countdown to destruction. I need to think of something, he thought. ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) There has to be a way out... something... someone...

Tossing and turning all night, a thought suddenly struck him.

Maybe... maybe that person will listen.

He sat up straight in bed, heart pounding. Yes — he will. He has to. Why didn’t I think of this sooner?

A fragile hope bloomed in his chest. Yujin laid back down, clutching the sheets, heart racing. He needed sleep, but he was too overwhelmed to calm down. After hours of restless tossing, he finally drifted off.

And for once, he didn’t dream.