Flowers Are Bait Novel - Chapter 126

He pushed Yiyeon against the tree trunk, constantly creating dimples in his cheeks as he sucked her index and middle fingers.

Unconsciously, her fingers were drawn into Kwon Chaewoo’s mouth, enveloped by soft mucous membranes, feeling hot as if melting. As the moist warmth inside his mouth wrapped around her fingers, blood rushed to Yiyeon’s face. He gently massaged the wound with his hot tongue, strongly sucking the blood.

“W-what are you—”

Kwon Chaewoo, perhaps unable to fully compose his previous emotions, glared at her with a gaze mixed with strange heat and irritation. When Yiyeon instinctively tried to pull her fingers away, he held her wrist even more firmly and lowered his head. He swallowed her fingers all the way to the root.

“Ugh…!”

Her fingers tingled from the strong suction.

He kept moving his Adam’s apple, making smacking sounds, swallowing what was either saliva or blood. Kwon Chaewoo scraped her rounded fingertips with his teeth or pressed between her fingers with the tip of his tongue. Only then did the forgotten wound begin to throb.

“Stop it and move away…!”

“Why, when there’s still so much fluid coming out?”

As Kwon Chaewoo mumbled with her fingers in his mouth, his red, blood-soaked tongue was visible between his parted lips. An embarrassed Yiyeon pushed him away, but it was useless. Instead, he pressed his lower body closer.

“Ugh…! Don’t get hard.”

“I’m not hard.”

“Then w-what is this down there…!”

“It’s just a bare dick. It’s a docile piece of flesh that hasn’t even gotten an erection yet.”

“…This?”

Aahng…! Just then, someone’s alluring moan, laughter of varying pitches, and thudding sounds like pounding rice cakes, all sorts of noises that heated the ears, clung to the summer night like mosquitoes.

Yiyeon’s ears turned bright red, and she bowed her head deeply, but Kwon Chaewoo still watched her with murky eyes.

The cut on her finger was now not just numb but throbbing as if convulsing. Yet, as he repeatedly licked her finger and tightened his mouth, it felt like she was being kissed.

“Hmph…”

At the hot pressure, she involuntarily gasped for breath, and her head felt dizzy. Yiyeon, trying to control herself against the constantly rising heat, hurriedly spat out,

“…What exactly are you trying to do with me? Between us, this, this is too much. Don’t cross the line…!”

Yiyeon pushed his shoulder again, but she was startled by the heat that scorched her palm and quickly pulled her hand away.

“D-do you think we can even reconcile if you do this? What’s your ulterior motive? Just bite me, bite! Don’t suck my blood, make me bleed, make a wound!”

Yiyeon stomped her feet with an uncomfortable expression.

Then, her fingertip brushed against Kwon Chaewoo’s teeth. Yiyeon, seizing the opportunity, poked his teeth as if picking a fight and even scraped the roof of his mouth with her fingernails.

—Current time 0:42, entering.

However, Kwon Chaewoo, far from being hurt, raised an eyebrow and curved the corner of his lips. The moment the man’s sharp eyes relaxed languidly, Kwon Chaewoo, sensing a subtle presence, covered Yiyeon with his body.

“You fucking bastard!”

Thwack—! The sound of something breaking and shattering exploded right in front of them.

“Kwon Chaewoo, you crazy bastard, this way it’s a bit fair for me too.”

Yiyeon gasped in surprise.

There stood the squinting man with a hideously torn forehead, holding a wine bottle with only its neck remaining.

His perpetually smiling face was already horribly distorted, and now she saw that his eyes weren’t normal either.

Whether he had gulped down wine or not, there were purple stains from his mouth to his jaw, and unknown white powder clung to his nostrils.

“Hey, you’re supposed to strip clothes, why are you dressing her up?”

The squinting man pointed at Yiyeon and shook the mask she had left behind.

Kwon Chaewoo turned away, hiding Yiyeon, his face cold. He casually shook his head, and finely shattered glass fragments rained down.

He should have gone deep into the garden as soon as he came down from the tree. It was all his fault for getting distracted while sucking her fingers. Kwon Chaewoo tapped his ear once.

—0:44. Failed to break through. Rerouting and re-entering.

His hesitation was short-lived. Kwon Chaewoo, unflustered, approached the squinting man, Do Kyungjin, the hospital director’s son.

He roughly grabbed Do Kyungjin’s neck and lifted his trembling eyelids to examine his pupils.

And then immediately snatched the jagged bottle neck and shoved it directly into his mouth.

“Do Kyungjin, who was the mask you were looking for?”

“Ugh…”

When he groaned in pain and couldn’t answer, Kwon Chaewoo kindly pulled the bottle out and asked again.

“Who is the mask?”

“Y-you, you crazy bastard, are you out of your mind? What’s gotten into you all of a sudden? Ah, you fucking bitch!”

“Wrong.”

Kwon Chaewoo, without much emotion, plunged a broken glass shard into the opponent’s tongue and twisted it. Do Kyungjin flailed his arms and scratched Kwon Chaewoo’s back.

“Kyungjin, who is the mask?”

“That woman—”

“Wrong.”

Again, with an indifferent face, he repeatedly shoved the sharp bottle neck into the opponent’s mouth. Do Kyungjin’s mouth area was instantly drenched in bright red blood.

“Kyungjin, who is the mask?”

“Ugh…!”

“Because you’re on drugs and confused, I’m telling you again.”

As Kwon Chaewoo gritted his teeth and pushed the bottle deeper and deeper into the opponent’s throat, his breathing also stopped. Just then, Do Kyungjin choked and rolled his eyes back, and Kwon Chaewoo, as if he had been waiting, whispered lowly,

“I am the mask, Kyungjin.”

“Ugh…!”

A cold fear that drove out the drug’s effects began to settle in Do Kyungjin’s eyes.

As people slowly gathered, Kwon Chaewoo threw the bottle neck to the ground, snatched the mask, and put it on.

Do Kyungjin clutched his throat, coughing and spitting out blood. Blood continuously dripped from his completely tattered lips. Do Kyungjin wiped his already bright red teeth with his tongue, sweating coldly. Fuck, fuuuuck…!

Meanwhile, Kwon Chaewoo, wearing the mask instead of her, whispered to Yiyeon,

“When people come, blend in with them and hide. No matter what happens, don’t act like you know me, just endure for twenty minutes.”

The moment Kwon Chaewoo reached out his hand, Yiyeon tightly closed her eyes and hunched her shoulders. Only then did Kwon Chaewoo recall his actions from just moments ago and flinch in turn.

Yiyeon, holding her trembling hands together, suddenly heard a quiet voice.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t send you away immediately.”

It was the first apology she had heard from him since they parted ways.

—Smack!

Another red mark appeared on Kwon Chaewoo’s cheek.

“This bastard tastes better beaten like this than stripped, fuuuuck…!”

Do Kyungjin, his eyes clouded, chuckled.

Yiyeon had been frozen all over, finding it hard to breathe. She repeatedly wiggled her knuckles due to the strange sensation in her swollen fingers, but this was not a dream.

“Ptooey…!”

Spit landed on Kwon Chaewoo’s smooth face, where the mask had long since fallen off.

Yiyeon unconsciously clenched her fists.

When people slowly gathered, hearing Do Kyungjin’s voice, he introduced Kwon Chaewoo, with his bloodied lips, as the new mask.

The first to swarm Kwon Chaewoo, who was already shirtless, were some women. They ran their palms over Kwon Chaewoo’s bare body, touched his muscles, and even touched his nipples.

Yiyeon’s face crumpled. Her heart pounded wildly, and her head felt hot.

Why is he just standing there?

What exactly is he doing right now?

She knew Kwon Chaewoo’s temper, and just a moment ago, he had shoved a broken bottle into someone’s mouth!

It was outrageous that he was just passively enduring it like a weakling. But when someone touched his buckle, Kwon Chaewoo finally swung his arm.

The mask fell off, revealing his sculpted face. The atmosphere changed drastically from that moment.

People completely forgot about the woman who had been dragged in, now wearing a jumpsuit, and eagerly rushed towards Kwon Chaewoo, whom they normally wouldn’t dare touch.

To provoke Kwon Chaewoo’s pride, they deliberately slapped him repeatedly, spat on him, grabbed his pants, and poured wine all over him.

Yet, Kwon Chaewoo’s expression didn’t change. The more unyielding he appeared, the more frantic the people became.

Kwon Chaewoo clenched his jaw and occasionally tapped his ear, but he didn’t resist the actions of the people drunk on alcohol and drugs. Thus, Kwon Chaewoo drew all attention to himself.

—Current time 0:57, standing by.

Kwon Chaewoo slightly narrowed his brow and cracked his neck. In his eyes, he only saw So Yiyeon, lips tightly sealed, frozen in place.

It was quite satisfying that she wasn’t turning away and running, but staring intently only at him, not even blinking.

—…si …seup …da.

Then the in-ear crackled and suddenly cut off.

But the voice that followed was…

—I don’t know if it’s a mouse or a dog, but.

Kwon Chaewoo’s face instantly turned cold. At the same time, the people gathered in a circle split into two.

“…”

“…”

Gasps were heard from everywhere.

Kwon Giseok, impeccably dressed in a three-piece suit, was dragging a naked man, who was either dead or unconscious, towards them.

Kwon Chaewoo immediately realized that this mission had failed and instantly changed his expression. There was no trace of anxiety or despair. Only the languid, wild young master remained.

—Who are you, listening to me right now?

Kwon Giseok pulled out a gun from inside his jacket.

He pulled out the hunting dog’s in-ear monitor, which he had stolen and was wearing, and pointed the gun at it.

If the gun fired, those sharing the receiver would suffer eardrum damage.

It was the moment Kwon Giseok glared at Kwon Chaewoo and pulled the trigger.

Yiyeon pushed through the crowd and ran out.