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Yeo Woohee was a dominant omega—but with his pheromone glands defective, Yeo Jinwoo would treat him like a recessive one.
Yeo Jinwoo checked his watch.
By now, the catheter plug prevented Yeo Woohee from coming, leaving him writhing in dry, unsatisfied pleasure.
He deflated the balloon and pulled the hose free.
The cervix was wide enough now. He acted calm, but no rationality remained in him.
Yeo Jinwoo yanked his cock from Yeo Woohee’s throat, smearing the spit-slicked length over his flushed cheeks before flipping him onto his hands and knees.
In one brutal thrust, he speared him open, his cock splitting the soft inner walls until the tip lodged deep inside the stretched entrance.
“Hah—ah! Nn—! Ah! S’good—!”
Tears streamed down Yeo Woohee’s face, his damp lashes fluttering.
Each harsh snap of Yeo Jinwoo’s hips shoved his knees against the floor, friction burning his skin raw.
He didn’t care if they were scraped bloody—his inner walls clenched desperately around the invading heat.
The alpha’s ruthless thrusts milked him, pushing him toward another ruined climax.
When Yeo Jinwoo came, his swollen knot locked them together, sealing his release deep inside.
Yeo Woohee’s mouth fell open in a silent scream, his uvula trembling as he sobbed.
His wails echoed through the hallway, yet no one dared open Yeo Jinwoo’s door.
His cries were so broken, so raw, it sounded like he was being torn apart.
Downstairs, Madam Yeo froze mid-sip, her teacup hovering.
The distant, agonized whimpers of an omega suffering under an alpha’s brutality made her blood run cold.
Kim Minjeong glanced anxiously toward the stairs, but Madam Yeo patted her hand.
“Minjeong, once Woohee bears Jinwoo’s child, we’ll compensate him materially. A whore’s son will become the lady of OL Group—isn’t that enough?”
“But—”
“Jinwoo’s bought OL Group’s shares under dummy accounts. Even if we combine our holdings, he owns more. The board is already his. He’s beyond our control. We have no choice.”
If provoked, Yeo Jinwoo wouldn’t hesitate to strip Madam Yeo of her chairmanship and throw Kim Minjeong out.
Though he was her own flesh and blood, the depths of his obsession with Yeo Woohee terrified her.
Kim Minjeong shut her eyes.
At least Yeo Woohee wasn’t her husband’s bastard—that was a relief.
For years, every time she looked at the boy, she saw her husband and that maid, and she’d hated him for it.
She’d despised herself for that hatred, but now, at least that vicious cycle was broken.
Yet she never imagined Yeo Woohee would suffer this much.
The boy who’d pinned handmade carnations to her chest every Parents’ Day flickered in her mind.
The one who’d begged in his sleep, “Please don’t abandon me.”
He’d never acted out, studied hard, just to earn her and Madam Yeo’s approval.
She’d kept his academic awards in an album, flipping through them sometimes.
He wasn’t hers by blood, but she’d grown to love him anyway.
She wanted to rush upstairs and save him—but reason held her back.
Madam Yeo pulled her into an embrace, and Kim Minjeong broke down.
She’d raised Yeo Woohee as her own, yet when it came to survival, she abandoned him.
The weight of her own cowardice crushed her.
When Yeo Woohee opened his eyes again, thankfully, he wasn’t in a hospital.
He saw a bookshelf stuffed with SAT prep books and a desk that had clearly been used for years. It was his room.
He sighed in relief—only to freeze in shock.
Yeo Jinwoo was sitting in the darkness, watching him like a grim reaper.
“Gasp!”
“You’re awake?”
“Hyung… ahem, what happened?”
His voice cracked halfway through, so he cleared his throat.
Jinwoo poured some lukewarm water into a glass, supported Yeo Woohee’s head, and helped him drink.
“You lost consciousness in the middle of it.”
Jinwoo sat on the edge of the bed and gently stroked Yeo Woohee’s round forehead.
“Woohee, is this too much for you because of me?”
Yeo Woohee quickly shook his head.
Last night had been incredible.
A uterine dilator—really. It was a tool only an omega could use.
How had he ended up being chosen by such a perfect perverted bastard?
He could only be thankful for this strange twist of fate.
Thanks to years of maintaining his figure and turning on the sex appeal, he’d been able to have him.
If things had gone the way the original story did, he would’ve lost him to Na Taejoon.
Just thinking about it was terrifying.
Sadists like him didn’t exist anywhere else—he was world-class.
“So, you really want to stay in this house as my little brother, huh?”
Jinwoo smirked as he watched Yeo Woohee desperately try to hide everything, unaware that his secret had already been discovered by their parents.
The leash around Yeo Woohee’s neck was still firmly in Jinwoo’s hand.
He lowered his head and bit the nape of Yeo Woohee’s neck.
“Ugh.”
He was a powerless omega who couldn’t even fight back when bitten.
Now that Jinwoo had confirmed Yeo Woohee had no intention of leaving the house, there was no need to lock the door.
Straightening his back, Jinwoo stood up from the bed.
“Get some more sleep. It’s still early.”
He patted Yeo Woohee’s back before leaving the room.
The space that had been filled with the omega’s sobs and screams was now so thoroughly cleaned there was no trace left.
Jinwoo lay on his bed, gazing at the glass display case filled with chocolate boxes.
A memory surfaced—when little Yeo Woohee, driven by his craving for chocolate, had nervously opened the door to his scary older brother’s room and peeked his face in.
His cheeks were pink, his big eyes wide with fear as he said, “Hi, hyung…”
“Come in, Woohee.”
Jinwoo had pretended to be kind and let the child inside.
He sat the pretty little brother—blinded by the sight of sweets—on his lap and fed him chocolates one by one with his hand.
Yeo Woohee’s eyes lit up with delight as he squirmed happily like a soft dinner roll.
“Is it that good?”
“Yeah.”
“Woohee, come play in hyung’s room more often. Hyung always gives you yummy stuff when you come in here, right?”
Even with chocolate in his mouth, Yeo Woohee didn’t answer.
He was scared of Jinwoo, who disciplined him to mold him just the way he wanted.
Jinwoo gently patted the head of the timid boy.
“Hyung’s not scolding you because he hates you. It’s because you’re lacking and broken, and I’m fixing you to be perfect. Half your blood is from that filthy whore, remember? If I don’t treat you, you’ll be kicked out of this house again.”
“W-Where? Where would Woohee go if I got kicked out?”
Yeo Woohee trembled, burying his face in Jinwoo’s chest.
He clung tightly with his tiny arms, desperately holding on.
“An orphanage.”
“Nooo! No! Don’t throw Woohee away. Woohee is a good boy!”
Jinwoo looked on in satisfaction as Yeo Woohee sobbed loudly.
When he didn’t comfort him, Yeo Woohee stopped crying and glanced up with tear-filled eyes.
Then he picked up the discarded chocolate wrapper on the floor and threw it into the trash can.
He peeked at Jinwoo for a reaction.
When Jinwoo said nothing, he dashed off to the bathroom, grabbed a towel, and came back.
He started wiping the floor, glancing at Jinwoo again—trying to prove how useful he was.
But no matter how hard those tiny hands wrung it out, the towel stayed soaking wet.
Every time he wiped, it just left water streaks.
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