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“Woohee, what’s the point if you can’t even clean properly? You’re completely useless.”
“Huh? B-but…”
The poor child crouched, clinging to the rag, stammering in panic.
Jinwoo spoke coldly, to teach him that cleaning wasn’t his purpose in this house.
“Come here and show hyung something cute instead.”
Yeo Woohee put down the rag and stood in front of him, unsure what to do.
“What should Woohee do?”
“Like this.”
Jinwoo took him to the bathroom, turned on the sink, and lathered soap in his hands.
“Give me your hands.”
Yeo Woohee stood on tiptoe and held his hands under the running water.
Jinwoo gently washed the small, dumpling-like hands, covered in bubbles.
After washing, he dried both their hands with a towel.
“Woohee, you just have to live as mine. Got it?”
Yeo Woohee looked up and asked,
“Woohee belongs to hyung?”
“Yeah, so no need to mop. By the time you grow up, you’ll have to do things far more humiliating and difficult than this.”
Yeo Woohee sniffled and cried without even understanding what Yeo Jinwoo was saying.
He grabbed a tissue and pressed it against Yeo Woohee’s nose.
Hng! After blowing his nose, the tip turned a lovely shade of pink.
Yeo Jinwoo, who had briefly dozed off, woke from his dream.
A pang of emotion tightened in his chest.
‘I thought I was just raising him to devour him later, but now he’s mine.’
He fumbled around for his ringing phone.
After checking the emails his secretary had sent overnight, he got out of bed.
He showered with cold water in the bathroom and walked naked to the dressing room.
Like any dominant Alpha, the morning erection he sported was nothing ordinary.
He somehow managed to squeeze into his briefs, but his pants wouldn’t go on.
Letting out a deep sigh, he took off the briefs and threw on a bathrobe instead.
Guess I’ll have to relieve my urges with Yeo Woohee, he thought as he left the room.
The maids cleaning the hallway gasped in shock at the sight of Yeo Jinwoo in just his robe and scurried away.
The sensitive Alpha, freshly awake, found their reaction amusing—like cockroaches scattering when the light turns on.
Yeo Jinwoo boldly pushed open his younger brother’s door.
The Alpha prowled inside like a hunter stalking a fox bundled in blankets.
He climbed onto the bed, crushing the blanket-wrapped figure beneath his massive frame.
Yeo Woohee, still half-asleep, flailed and opened his eyes.
Sliding a hand under the covers, Yeo Jinwoo tugged down Yeo Woohee’s sleep pants.
Since he hadn’t put underwear on him after cleaning him up the night before, his plush, pale backside was immediately exposed.
“Hyung! No, stop!”
“Stay still.”
Pinning down the rebellious Omega, Yeo Jinwoo hiked up his robe.
Yeo Woohee’s eyes widened in shock—there were three thick things between the Alpha’s legs, and the dark red one wasn’t a limb.
His frightened neck went limp, exposing his white nape like a magnolia flower.
Yeo Woohee’s tightly shut eyes, the tears streaming down, and the unfairly seductive beauty mark beneath them captivated Yeo Jinwoo, freezing him in place—until the painful throb of his cock snapped him back to reality.
Grabbing Yeo Woohee’s slender, deer-like legs, he thrust into the already-stretched, abused hole in one go.
“Hng—! Ugh! S-Stop… please!”
If he could’ve stopped, this tragedy wouldn’t have befallen Yeo Woohee in the first place.
Still, since they lived with their parents, he tried to hold back—somewhat.
The forceful movements made the bed legs scrape against the floor.
Gritting his teeth, Yeo Jinwoo threw his head back.
The hot inner walls clenched snugly around him. Heaven.
No wonder Alphas used to lock Omegas up and breed them before they had rights.
If only they’d been born a hundred years earlier, he mused.
Then I could’ve kept my Omega tied up in the annex, never even letting him feel the outside wind.
Of course, just because the world had changed didn’t mean Alphas had.
A short trip to the villa would suffice to let Yeo Woohee experience how Omegas used to live.
He came with a shudder, his overheated body trembling.
Pulling out, he yanked Yeo Woohee’s legs over his head, making the blanket crumple over his face.
“If even a single drop spills out… You know I’ll plug you up.”
The sound of Yeo Woohee swallowing back sobs sent a sweet tingle down Yeo Jinwoo’s spine.
He watched intently as the tightly clenched hole gradually loosened, red inner flesh peeking through—until a gush of thin, translucent cum spilled out.
Yeo Jinwoo slapped it sharply.
“Ah! Hyung, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
Still hidden under the blanket, Yeo Woohee frantically scooped up the spilled semen and shoved it back inside.
More dripped out as his fingers pushed in, but Yeo Jinwoo, mesmerized by the lewd sight of reddened flesh, seed, and fingers, felt merciful.
He released Yeo Woohee’s legs, but the Omega stayed in position, hand still plugging himself.
Watching lazily, Yeo Jinwoo tightened his robe.
Yeo Woohee peeked out from the blanket, studying him.
Seeing his expression, he finally relaxed his strained posture.
Yeo Jinwoo tugged Yeo Woohee’s sleep pants back up and lifted him effortlessly.
Carried like a limp doll, Yeo Woohee was taken to Yeo Jinwoo’s room and placed on the bed.
The Alpha opened a glass cabinet, scanning a box of chocolates before shutting it again.
A disappointed sigh sent a thrill up Yeo Jinwoo’s spine.
Glancing back, he caught Yeo Woohee’s intense stare—and his cock twitched in response.
When he reopened the cabinet, Yeo Woohee’s big eyes sparkled with joy.
Closing it again dimmed them like a switched-off light.
Teasing him by opening and shutting the door, Yeo Jinwoo finally pulled out a Hawaiian macadamia chocolate.
Yeo Woohee immediately scurried over, practically vibrating with excitement.
The sight was so adorable Yeo Jinwoo burst out laughing.
“What’s wrong, Hyung?”
“Nothing, Woohee. Here, eat your chocolate.”
He called his omega tenderly.
Sitting on the bed with his legs spread, he waited, and as if long accustomed to it, the omega settled onto his thighs.
He tore open the wrapping and opened the box of chocolates.
Picking up a small piece with his fingers, he fed it into Yeo Woohee’s mouth.
“Mmm~ Hng~”
It was hard to believe that just moments ago, Woohee had been crying after being ravished by his hyung.
Now, he hummed happily, clearly delighted.
Woohee knew—knew exactly how much he was loved by Yoo Jinwoo.
That’s why he could be this happy over something as simple as chocolate.
Jinwoo pressed a kiss to his soft, bread-like cheek.
Sensing that no more chocolate was coming, Woohee puckered his lips eagerly.
“Our Woohee, do you like chocolate? Or do you like hyung more?”
Of course, the answer would be “hyung.” Jinwoo was confident.
But the cheerful humming suddenly stopped.
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