Kiss the Scumbag-Chapter 47

“Sir Knight, the pancakes are perfectly golden today. Would you care for some extra butter?”

Angela asked elegantly, holding up a butter knife and the butter dish from the table. Playing along with her game, Yujin clapped his hands in exaggerated approval.

“Oh, splendid, Lady Angela. May I have some jam as well?”

“Strawberry, orange, ma, ma...”

“Marmalade.”

Angela had been reading the label on the glass jar, and when she stumbled, Yujin leaned in and whispered quietly, careful not to startle her.

“Mar-malade.”

Following him closely, she repeated the pronunciation with a little huff and cleared her throat before asking again, now fully in character.

“...Which one would you prefer, sir?”

Yujin, just as composed, responded as though nothing had happened.

“Strawberry, please, Lady Angela.”

“I shall bring honey as well.”

“How could you be so kind? Thank you, Lady Angela.”

With that final line from Yujin, the roleplay ended. Today’s concept had Angela as a lady from a Disney castle, hosting her loyal knight for a special breakfast. She had set up all the food on the table herself and acted through the scene with natural charm. After pouring on a generous amount of maple syrup and stacking the pancakes with sliced butter, she took a big bite and lit up with joy.

“Is it good, Angela?”

Yujin asked, smiling. Angela nodded enthusiastically and replied,

“It’s sweet and fluffy and super delicious, Daddy. It’s the best thing I’ve ever eaten in my life.”

“Is that so.”

He nearly burst out laughing at the seriousness of a three-year-old’s review but managed to hold it in and brought a forkful of pancake to his mouth. His daughter’s eyes sparkled as she waited for his reaction, and once he swallowed, he said,

“It’s truly delicious. The best I’ve ever had in my whole life.”

Repeating her exact words made Angela beam. “Right?” she exclaimed and happily stuffed another bite into her mouth. Her rosy cheeks glowed with happiness. Yujin reached out with a napkin to gently wipe the syrup from the corner of her lips, smiling at how adorable she was.

As promised, he was having breakfast with Angela—and in that moment, he genuinely felt at peace. The sky was clear, the breeze was cool, and more than anything, Angela’s joy made everything perfect. Could there be a happiness greater than this?

That was what he thought, smiling quietly—until Angela said something unexpected.

“Daddy, are you okay? Are you sick?”

Startled by her worried face, Yujin quickly shook his head.

“No, of course not. I’m fine.”

He denied it firmly, but Angela still looked unconvinced. To reassure her, Yujin forced his lips into the widest smile he could manage.

“Really. Why would Lady Angela think such a thing?” freёweɓnovel.com

He returned to their earlier roleplay, changing his tone accordingly. Angela frowned and spoke with concern.

“Because you have dark circles under your eyes. Did you not sleep?”

Her words hit him like a jab. He almost let out a groan but swallowed it. It was jarring that even a child had noticed his face looked so bad. But he couldn’t deny it—he had barely slept. And of course, the reason was Winston.

He had no idea how long he’d been unconscious, but when he awoke, he was once again in bed. The difference this time was the arm wrapped tightly around his waist and the warmth of someone lying behind him. He didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

For a while, Yujin stayed still. The room was silent—no movement, no sound. Winston wasn’t stirring either. It was only once Yujin was sure he was asleep that he carefully tried to slip out of bed.

“Where are you going?”

The arm around his waist tensed immediately, halting him. Winston whispered behind him. Startled, Yujin blinked and slowly turned to find Winston wide awake, his bloodshot eyes fixed on him in the dark.

“...Weren’t you asleep?”

The idea that he’d been awake the entire time sent a chill down Yujin’s spine. Winston, sensing his tension, shifted slightly and murmured,

“You moved. That’s what woke me.”

Just that?

Yujin was doubtful but said nothing. Some people were light sleepers, sure—but what mattered now was that Winston wasn’t letting go.

“Let me go.”

“Where are you going?”

As Yujin twisted his body to break free, Winston growled lowly and held on tighter. Already worn out, Yujin dropped the pretense and spoke bluntly.

“You said we didn’t have to have sex. Then there’s no reason to sleep in the same bed.”

So let me go. But Winston’s grip didn’t loosen.

“Whose bed are you going to instead?”

The question came like a shot, as if he’d been waiting for it. Yujin was too stunned to speak. Winston’s face, illuminated by the moonlight, looked furious—like he’d caught a cheating partner red-handed.

“Maybe that’s the kind of person I am in your imagination,” Yujin said coldly. He took a breath and continued. “But you’re wrong. I’m going to my daughter’s room. I want to check if she’s okay. The bed’s big enough—we always sleep together. Without me, Angela gets anxious.”

It was a perfectly sound reason. But not to Winston. He was still holding him with one arm, while with the other, he reached out to the side table and picked something up.

Yujin watched in confusion as Winston handed him a baby monitor. Seeing Angela’s sleeping figure on the screen, Yujin’s eyes widened. Winston glanced at his expression and said,

“Happy now?”

The unspoken message was clear: Don’t bother with lame excuses. Yujin was left speechless. When did he even set this up? He was flustered, but admittedly, it was useful—it let him check on her without waking her up.

Sure enough, the screen showed Angela fast asleep. The sound was turned up, and her faint snores came through the speaker. She was hugging her stuffed toy, facing the opposite direction from earlier, sprawled across the bed. Seeing her so peacefully asleep filled Yujin with both relief and frustration. He had no reason left to go to her room.

“There’s no reason for us to share a room if we’re not even having sex.”

He tried one last protest. Winston laughed bitterly without missing a beat.

“You think I’ll let you sneak around and disgrace the family name, sleeping with whoever you want?”

He had no intention of letting go. Yujin was getting desperate.

Pull yourself together. You can’t give up.

He loosened up, laying still for a moment. As soon as he felt Winston’s grip slacken, he tried to spring out of bed. But the second he moved, Winston caught him again.

“Where do you think you’re going? I told you no.”

Gritting his teeth, Winston yanked Yujin back, pressing their bodies close. Yujin silently prayed for another panic attack—at least then I’d get out of this—but frustratingly, he was fine. Left with no other choice, he blurted out,

“B-Bathroom. I need to go to the bathroom. Let me go.”

His real plan was to sneak out into the hall and slip into Angela’s room, lock the door, and sleep in her bed instead. It was a good idea. But Winston didn’t buy it.

“Ah!”

Suddenly, Winston sat up and {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} lifted Yujin in his arms. Shocked, Yujin instinctively clung to his neck. Without hesitation, Winston walked to the attached bathroom, shoulder-checking the door open. The large glass window let in enough moonlight to see clearly without turning on the light.

He walked over to the sliding door for the toilet stall and set Yujin down in front of the toilet.

“There. Problem solved.”

Caught completely off guard, Yujin could only stare up at him, wide-eyed. Winston reached over, pressed the switch to turn on the bathroom light, then stepped out.

Yujin stood awkwardly, staring at the closed door. Flustered, he flushed the toilet just to make a sound—then slowly walked out.