The S+ Class Omega Takes Over Again [BL]-Chapter 68: Kim Sangmin: The brute without any real strength (1)

"Sangmin, why are your hands so cold? I’m sweating over here..."

"They’re just like that. In fact, my whole body is cold."

Admiring the pink spreading on Lester’s warm skin, Kim Sangmin held his face close, with a hand on Lester’s cheek, wanting to steal the high body temperature as he answered and kissed the warmth on his neck.

"What is there to be so amazed about? Want to feel it?"

Guiding Lester’s hand to his own neck, Kim Sangmin kissed the other adorably plump cheek. Lester was already cute, but whenever he became shy and blushed like this, it would arouse Kim Sangmin’s excitement greatly. Grinning at Lester’s reaction to the kiss on his cheek, he showed no fear, biting down on the main course. After getting Lester’s lips, he eventually and gradually buttered his way inside his mouth.

After a kiss that lasted at least a minute, Kim Sangmin sat back on the couch to regulate his heart and not get out of breath when he heard Lester speak on his side.

"Sangmin... actually, I don’t like males. It’s just a misconception people get about me..."

Is he becoming afraid of how far things are going with me? Kim Sangmin thought as he glanced at Lester, who was still very flustered by the kiss they’d just shared.

"You’re fortunate you’re cute."

Even in this situation, Kim Sangmin couldn’t get angry at that pinchable face, for he didn’t care about gender when hitting on someone, but not everyone was like him.

"I’m sorry..."

"What exactly are you sorry for? I still got the kiss; I’m not mad. Though... it would’ve been a dream come true if we could’ve continued this in a hotel room."

Putting an arm around Lester on the couch, Kim Sangmin leaned slightly and spoke in a low voice. He gained an immediate reaction from Lester, who started fanning himself, turning away from Kim Sangmin.

He was planning to tease Lester a bit more while he was in a good mood when he saw Bong Shik approach their secluded corner. Clicking his tongue, he called back his arm from around Lester and put a hand’s-width distance between them on the couch. Not interested in this new individual, Kim Sangmin went for the teacup on the table in front.

"Let me replace it for you, young master."

The helper on his side stopped him in time. Dropping to the tea table, she replaced the cup with an empty one to pour him hot tea, since he couldn’t drink or eat anything even slightly cold due to his weak constitution.

"You still go around with your nanny? What, did the tea get too cold for the young master? Living like you must be so fucking miserable, ha...."

Starting with profanities as always, Bong Shik spread himself on the couch just in front of Kim Sangmin, as if he had invited him to ruin this party for him personally. Kim Sangmin glared at him, trying to write him off from his mind, but Bong Shik, missing his glare, continued talking with that big mouth.

"Lester, come over here. Why are you sitting with that weakling?"

Bong Shik patted the side of his couch enthusiastically, but Lester only showed a hesitant look towards the gesture.

"Oh... I think I’m fine here too..."

"What a pussy. That’s why people call you gay. Fix your behavior if you want to be taken seriously."

"..."

Sitting with his legs closed and his hands fidgeting on his lap, Lester pretended as if he had not heard it, keeping his head low, but there was no way he had suddenly burst his eardrums—though it wouldn’t be surprising if the piercing squeals coming from this fuckface did actually burst them.

"Why do you keep bothering me and my company every single time? What? Are you lonely? No one’s wiping your ass for you here?"

"Young master."

Unperturbed by the dispute happening over her head, the helper finished pouring a freshly hot cup of herbal tea for Kim Sangmin, because she was used to this usual occurrence, as she accompanied him to all these social events.

"Yes, I’m also thinking of hiring a nanny so she could wipe my ass too."

It would be one thing if Bong Shik had wanted to pick a verbal fight with him because no one was looking his way at this event, but he kept getting on his nerves, swaying the topic from him to others. Not even slightly amused, Kim Sangmin picked up the gold-rimmed porcelain teacup carefully from the tea table, with his pinky finger out—a habit he’d had for as long as he could remember. His helper quietly straightened herself and stood by his side, gently patting down her pencil skirt.

"Why don’t you give me some recommendations, Sangmin? I would like her to be pleasant to the eyes, with a fit figure, exactly like your nanny, if possible."

Kim Sangmin heard him blabber on. He didn’t bring the teacup to his lips; instead, he got up from the couch and stepped forward.

"Who do you think I am? I could hire you to wipe my shit if I wanted to. What makes you think your parents wouldn’t accept my money and throw their son out to me?"

"You’re crossing the line now, Kim Sangmin!"

Bong Shik extended out his arm to grab his suit, with a face bloating from anger.

"And you already crossed it way before."

At the same time his words fell, the teacup in his hand also brutally hit Bong Shik on the head. A wide cut appeared on his forehead, the contents of the once-upon-a-time teacup running down his face. The hot liquid burned his skin, and some of it even went in his eyes, as Bong Shik was too slow-witted to close his eyes on time.

"Ahhh! My eyes!"

Bong Shik screamed, panicking over what to do, as Kim Sangmin stared down at him, still holding the handle of the teacup between his fingers, which had turned red on the edges. During the hit, the broken teacup must have coiled back or something. A bone-deep wound cut into his palm. He loosened his grip on the handle, the remains of the teacup shattering on the floor. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"It really went in my fucking eyes! You’re so fucking dead now, Kim Sangmin!"

Kim Sangmin clicked his tongue, annoyed to no end, as both Lester and his helper rushed to his side.

This will definitely leave a scar on my palm....

Red blood continuously spilled from his palm; the cut was certainly deep. His vision blurred, consciousness slipping in and out. Instantly after hearing Bong Shik cursing him out, within the next few seconds, Kim Sangmin had only taken a step back when darkness took over his eyes and he passed out—on the floor, or maybe in someone’s—his nanny, as Bong Shik called her—arms. He couldn’t even decipher that.