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Yeo Woohee finished dinner and sat at his desk, studying unfamiliar fashion terms.

While waiting for Yeo Jinwoo’s call, the excessive slickness flowing from his body forced him to clean himself up in the bathroom and take a suppressant.

He kept alternating between memorizing a term and glancing at his phone, over and over, until the phone vibrated.

His heart raced wildly.

He worried that answering too quickly might make him seem overly eager, so he counted to 30 in his head before picking up.

“Hello?”

The phone screen filled with the face of a handsome Alpha.

As soon as Yeo Woohee saw his face, his own turned red, like it was about to burst.

“What’s this? Our Woohee. Why are you so worked up? Are you excited because I said I’d take off your clothes and ride?”

“No, it’s just embarrassing!”

Yeo Jinwoo’s low chuckle carried through, his voice deep and soothing.

Yeo Woohee, unable to make eye contact with the camera, kept fidgeting anxiously like someone deeply nervous.

He stammered, his voice trembling, and asked his older brother:

“Hyung… Are you… really going to take off your clothes?”

“What are you doing, Yeo Woohee?”

Yeo Jinwoo’s voice turned cold, his tone scolding.

Terrified, Yeo Woohee flinched, curling his shoulders as if to shield himself.

His expression crumbled as he nervously studied Jinwoo’s reaction on the screen.

“Lock the door,” Jinwoo commanded.

Woohee propped the phone against a pencil case to keep it steady.

Jinwoo watched him closely, ensuring he obediently got up from the desk chair and locked the door like a loyal pet.

When Woohee returned to his desk, he stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

Jinwoo gave his next instruction, his voice firm.

“Step back three steps.”

Woohee obeyed, shuffling backward.

“Take it off,” Jinwoo said.

Woohee hesitated, clutching the hem of his pajamas, unable to lift his head.

“I said, take it off.”

Fingers recoiled as if struck by lightning.

Yeo Woohee’s large eyes brimmed with tears, as if Yeo Jinwoo were standing right before him.

His trembling hands fumbled clumsily with the buttons.

Jinwoo, ready to snap at him in irritation, held back, deciding not to push his innocent younger brother too hard.

As the buttons came undone, the neckline parted further, revealing glimpses of pale skin that alternated between exposed and hidden with each rustling movement.

The tension hung in the air, delicate and precarious, until every button was finally undone.

The smooth silk pajamas slipped to the floor with a soft thud, drawing attention to his rounded shoulders.

On Woohee’s chest, like a quiet proclamation that Jinwoo hadn’t been mistaken that day, sat pink nipples.

The sound of Jinwoo swallowing echoed loudly in the room.

Woohee’s hands lowered the waistband of his pajama pants, revealing a slim, lithe waist that seemed small enough to encircle with both hands.

As the pants slipped down, long, sleek, pale legs were unveiled.

Jinwoo couldn’t help but think how utterly unimpressive Woohee’s plain black drawers were.

‘When we get home, I should put him in something prettier—maybe lace panties.’

-You still need to take it all off.

Yeo Jinwoo urged softly in a kind voice.

Yeo Woohee shut his eyes tightly and lowered his drawers.

At the same time, Yeo Jinwoo pulled down the patient’s pants with one hand, revealing his enormous shaft.

The intimidating member, with veins bulging along its surface, glistened with precum, looking even more menacing like a demon’s club.

Of course, Jinwoo’s shaft was far larger and thicker than any such mythical weapon could ever be.

-Come closer.

Yeo Woohee approached the desk where their study materials were spread out.

-Turn around, grab your hips, and show your hole to your brother.

“What? Why, why? Sniff. Why, hyung? Woohee is embarrassed.”

-Yeo Woohee! Stop whining! Are you going to keep disobeying me and make me repeat myself?

Yeo Woohee turned around and spread his butt.

Despite this, the spot wasn’t clearly visible, so Yeo Jinwoo adjusted his posture.

-If I tell you to show the spot, bend over and turn around so I can see it. Try again.

Yeo Woohee let out a suppressed sound that he disguised as a sob.

Jinwoo, observing the tightly closed, delicate pink area, ran his hand down his length.

Yeo Jinwoo, after taking his time, noticed Woohee struggling to maintain the same position and helped him up.

“Hold your phone and bring it close to your nipple.”

Following the absolute command of Yeo Jinwoo, Woohee brought his phone camera closer.

Up close, the color of his skin was as soft as cherry blossom petals, but the plumpness made it seem inherently sensual.

Jinwoo was frustrated at himself for not appreciating such details before and not giving them proper attention.

He longed to return home quickly to make up for lost time, to fill him with his milk. For that, he needed to prepare Woohee to accommodate him.

-Set the camera so it shows the riding equipment.

Jinwoo spoke without unnecessary words, getting straight to the point.

Following his instructions, Woohee stacked books on the desk to place the phone at the right height.

Jinwoo directed him to mount the equipment while unclothed.

The hard saddle was visibly uncomfortable.

-Start on level one intensity for now.

He pressed the start button, and the riding machine began to move slowly.

Yeo Woohee clung tightly to the handles, his body rocking with the motion to avoid falling off.

-You need to grip the saddle tightly with your thighs and move your hips to the rhythm. How are you supposed to do this properly with your body so stiff? Straighten up!

The sharp critique froze Yeo Woohee in place.

Out of sync with the rhythm of the riding machine, his body jolted painfully and awkwardly.

Tears streamed down his face as he clung to the handles and begged for forgiveness.

“Hyung… sob… I hate this. I can’t do it. I’m sorry for transferring schools secretly. Please forgive me.”

Yeo Woohee’s c*ck was out of the phone camera’s frame because of the handles attached to the horse-riding exercise equipment.

It was fully erect, shamelessly dripping precum, but Yeo Jinwoo couldn’t see it and therefore didn’t doubt Yeo Woohee’s act.

“Yeo Woohee. I’ll get angry.”

“Hup!”

“Yeo Woohee, do you want me to get mad?”

“Hmph!”

Yeo Woohee clamped his mouth shut and shook his head frantically.

Yeo Jinu patiently continued teaching him how to move his hips.

Yeo Woohee, bound to Jinu’s will for the rest of his life, had no room for mistakes.

There was no leniency, not even for his first training session.

“Like this? Like this?” Yeo Woohee asked, moving his hips with uncertainty.

“See, you’re good at it when you try. Why do you keep saying you can’t?”

He still had talent.

Before long, he was moving his hips rhythmically on the saddle.

Yeo Jinwoo instructed to increase the intensity of the horseback riding equipment to level 2.

The machine moved at a much faster pace compared to level 1.

Yeo Woohee had noticeably soft and plump hips.

Each time the supple flesh of his hips was pressed down against the saddle and bounced back up, a slick fluid oozed out from his entrance.

Squelch. Squelch.

The sticky fluid caused his hips and the saddle to stick together and then separate again with an audible sound.

Unaware of the true situation, Yeo Jinwoo mistakenly thought the sound he heard was from the friction between his c*ck and his palm, as he became immersed in his act of self-pleasure.

Using the sight of the naked Woohee, his hips rising and falling, as inspiration, it became the most satisfying act of self-indulgence he had ever experienced.

Woohee’s reddened eyes and the way he bit down on his lips were irresistibly provocative.

“Hngh, huff. Ah, nnng.”

The sounds of distress resembled the lewd noises made when something is being thrust in.

A stream of precum gushed from the tip of Yeo Jinwoo’s c*ck, flowing down the thick shaft.

-Yeo Woohee. Push out your chest.

“Ah… Hyung, hyungah… sob…”

-Yeo Woohee, I told you to push out your chest!

It was only after the loud command that Yeo Woohee timidly thrust out his chest.

The soft, trembling flesh surrounding his nipples resembled flower petals fallen on a white snowfield.

This was something that could never happen to a true Alpha, whose chest would be muscular and rock-hard.

Yeo Woohee’s soft, pliant chest revealed the truth: he was an Omega.

His body told the story clearly.

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