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Yeo Woohee was dragged into the house by Yeo Jinwoo, his wrist tightly gripped.
The servants, fearing they might get caught in the crossfire, hastily bowed their heads and averted their eyes.
“Hyung! My wrist hurts.”
It seemed Jinwoo hadn’t meant to hurt him.
He let go of Yeo Woohee’s wrist and scooped him up like a baby koala, carrying him forward.
Chairman Yeo and Kim Minjeong, hearing the commotion, stepped out of their bedroom and scolded Jinwoo at the sight of him.
“Yeo Jinwoo, how could you treat your little brother so roughly? Be gentler.”
“Really, Jinwoo. If you keep this up, he’ll run away from home. Look at how your father treats me—so considerate, isn’t he?”
Their words sounded like something in-laws would say to an omega suffering under a brutish husband.
Of course, they didn’t know Yeo Woohee was a fake illegitimate child—otherwise, they wouldn’t be so affectionate.
Still, the thought made him uneasy.
Surprisingly, Jinwoo—who usually had a temper—apologized to his parents instead of lashing out.
As if to prove he was a considerate alpha, he cradled Yeo Woohee and rocked him gently, soothing him.
With his arms wrapped around Jinwoo’s neck, Yeo Woohee studied his parents’ expressions.
They still smiled warmly at him.
Well, of course—there was no way they’d suddenly find out he was a fake.
If they did, they’d probably grab him by the hair and throw him out.
Only after reaching his room did Jinwoo finally set Yeo Woohee down.
Just when Yeo Woohee thought his mood had improved, Jinwoo crossed his arms and leaned on one leg.
“Take off your clothes.”
“Hyung…”
“Woohee, hyung has been holding back for a long time.”
Jinwoo gripped Yeo Woohee’s head tightly before letting go.
Feigning fear, Yeo Woohee slid his pants down.
He wasn’t wearing underwear, so his cock—plugged with a catheter bead—was immediately exposed.
Flustered, he pressed his knees together and pulled off his T-shirt like someone who didn’t know what to do.
“You should take off that rag around your neck too.”
The moment he untied the handkerchief hiding his claiming mark, Jinwoo snatched it away.
Spitting onto the fabric, Jinwoo crumpled it into a ball and hurled it out the window before yanking the curtains shut irritably.
His gaze burned into Yeo Woohee.
“What are you doing? Spread yourself open for inspection.”
“But… the hospital already checked—”
“You met another alpha bastard, and now you’re talking back?”
Alpha pheromones wrapped around Yeo Woohee like a suffocating vise, thicker and more oppressive than anything he’d experienced before.
It felt like being dragged by the hair through a forest, helpless.
“Kgh—! Ugh—! Hahk!”
His throat constricted, making it hard to breathe.
He clawed at his nape until red marks formed.
The sensation was like being locked in a damp, cold basement—or perhaps how a fox felt when swallowed whole by a boa.
His legs gave out, and he collapsed.
His ass lifted instinctively as his hole clenched and released, slick dripping out.
Jinwoo shoved three fingers inside at once.
His knuckles were rough, calloused from years of punching, scraping against Yeo Woohee’s tender walls.
The pink, delicate rim strained around the intrusion, as if protesting the stretch.
Jinwoo pulled his fingers out, slick dripping down his forearm.
He licked it clean with a swipe of his tongue, then sneered at Yeo Woohee, whose hole still twitched pathetically.
“Why’s it so loose? Did you take another bastard’s cum?”
“Hng… N-No… Dohee’s just a friend…”
“Then why’s this hole in heat so fucking wrecked?”
Dizzy from the pheromones, Yeo Woohee couldn’t think straight.
So he blurted out something he’d never say in his right mind:
“It’s because of you, hyung.”
Though skilled at playing hard to get, Yeo Woohee rubbed his face against Jinwoo’s thigh, begging for his cock.
If he didn’t get fucked soon, he felt like his insides would melt from molten lava.
Jinwoo grabbed his chest, sucking hard on a nipple.
The greedy mouth on him sent omega pheromones gushing out, no longer restrained.
“Hah—! Ah—! Ngh!”
Yeo Woohee arched back, nearly toppling over as Jinwoo’s arms locked around his slender waist.
His breath came in rapid gasps, shaking his head desperately.
“Hngh—! No! No!”
At this point, Jinwoo should’ve given in—but instead, he pushed Yeo Woohee away.
“You don’t want it? Then don’t do it.”
Despite his cold smirk, his lips were swollen from sucking, breath hot.
The bulge in his pants strained against the fabric, his right thigh twice as thick from the sheer size of his cock.
“Uuugh… Hyung… Hyung, I’m sorry…”
Yeo Woohee scrambled onto all fours, licking over Jinwoo’s pants while shaking his ass obscenely.
His hole, soaked in slick, pulsed lewdly.
The sensation of sticky fluid trickling down his thighs made his spine tingle.
“Woohee, what should hyung do if you keep begging for his cock?”
Chuckling, Jinwoo patted his head like he enjoyed this too much.
From a glass display, he retrieved a balloon expander and a cane.
The small balloon, no bigger than a coin, inflated to the size of a fist when turned on.
Yeo Woohee’s sticky hole swallowed the device whole.
Jinwoo used the thin cane to push it deeper, right against his insides.
When Yeo Woohee tried to crawl away, a sharp smack to his ass made him freeze.
Jinwoo gripped the controller connected to the hose.
“Hng… Not this… Give me your cock… I want it… I want your cum…”
Yeo Woohee whimpered delicately as he pulled down Yeo Jinwoo’s pants zipper.
He had no idea what was inside him, only frantic at the thought that the alpha might not give him his cock.
Yeo Woohee freed the thick shaft straining against the fabric, pressing his youthful face against the dark-red length.
The rough breaths from his small nose teased the rigid flesh.
His mouth was too tiny to properly swallow the glistening tip, but he took the swollen head between his lips anyway, the bead of precome smearing his tongue.
His cheeks puffed out like a hamster stuffing its face with sunflower seeds, stretched so wide the corners of his lips threatened to split.
His jaw ached from the strain as he shoved the cock deeper into his throat.
His front teeth scraped lightly along the shaft, but not enough to hurt.
“Ghk—Hk—Ugh.”
Yeo Woohee gagged but kept sucking, his body betraying him.
His heat cycle had just ended, yet the alpha’s pheromones tricked his instincts into believing it was time again—time to breed, to take a knot.
His cervix trembled, already slightly parted.
Lost in instinct, Yeo Woohee bobbed his head mindlessly.
Yeo Jinwoo flicked a switch on the controller in his hand.
A small balloon inside Yeo Woohee expanded, gradually stretching the tender entrance wider.
“Hh—ah! Ngh—!”
His throat was too stuffed to make a proper sound.
Yeo Woohee flailed, trying to pull away, but Yeo Jinwoo gripped the back of his head, shoving him down until his nose pressed flush against the alpha’s groin.
The balloon inside him swelled to its full size, matching the proportions of a dominant alpha’s knot.
Recessive omegas needed this device to force their cervixes open during heat, allowing them to be knotted.
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