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At the sink, he washed his hands with soap, then placed one leg on the high-sided bathtub to make it easier to clean out his hole.
He held the showerhead in one hand and sprayed warm water into his hole, while the other hand inserted fingers, digging out the remaining semen.
Water filled his insides and sloshed around in his belly.
“Hng… Ugh… Mmm… Ahh…”
Though there was no cock to screw him, he enthusiastically rocked his hips, then put the showerhead aside.
His erection stood stiff, and he gently grasped the steel ball at its tip.
Taking care not to hurt his urethra, he pulled the catheter out, then pushed it back in—stimulating both his urethra and his hole.
When the urge to climax hit, he pulled the bead out all the way.
A sharp, stinging pleasure shot through his cock as the catheter slid free.
Semen splattered onto the bathroom mirror, clouding it.
“Huff… Huff…”
Panting heavily, he set the catheter down on the sink.
If Jinwoo saw this, he would be furious.
Dousing his aroused body with cold water to calm down, he then dried off with a towel.
Each time the towel brushed against his skin, his hypersensitive body twitched.
He opened the wardrobe in the room and threw on a large white T-shirt.
It was so big, the shoulder kept slipping down.
The hem was long enough to cover his butt.
It probably belonged to someone who used to stay here.
But that wasn’t really important.
When he put on the blue plaid boxers—likely worn by that Alpha—they fit like short shorts.
The waistband was clearly too loose, so he didn’t bother with pants.
Just imagining Jinwoo going wild at the sight made Woohee chuckle giddily.
Meanwhile, even though he already knew Woohee was gone, Yeo Jinwoo looked under his bed just like he did 14 years ago.
He rummaged through the closet, checked the bathroom, and crawled under the desk searching for Woohee.
“Baby, where’d you go? Hyung brought you chocolate.”
He wandered the silent room and opened a drawer.
Inside, he counted the suppressants—none were missing. Same with the heat pads.
So someone had stolen his pretty little Woohee.
Yeo Jinwoo brought a nail clipper with him—to teach the thief a lesson.
Someone had once stolen his baby and abandoned him at an orphanage.
Back then, Jinwoo had been too young and powerless to act.
But now, things were different.
He clicked the nail clipper open and shut as he raced down the stairs.
The household staff, seeing him appear on the first floor, trembled and bowed their heads in fear.
“Where’s Mother?”
“She’s stepped out for a bit.”
Jinwoo sat quietly on the living room sofa, nail clipper in hand, waiting for Kim Minjeong to return.
He didn’t call her to hurry home—if she got scared and ran off, it would only complicate things further.
Unaware that Jinwoo had figured out who the thief was, Kim Minjeong returned home.
Hearing the sound of the door lock being dismantled, she quickly pulled her legs down from the glass table.
Her crazed eyes were hidden beneath a pleasant smile as she greeted her son.
“You’re home, Mother. Where were you?”
“…Jinwoo, didn’t you go to work?”
She was dressed in a suit but turned away awkwardly when she realized her son was still home.
Slipping on her slippers, she cautiously headed toward the master bedroom—but Jinwoo spoke from the sofa.
“Mother, your nails look way too long.”
She’d had a manicure done not long ago.
Jinwoo had never once commented on her nails, so his sudden remark made her uneasy.
She instinctively hid her well-kept hands.
“Come here for a moment.”
“I’m sorry, but I’m tired. I think I’ll head in.”
“I said come here. Didn’t you hear me?”
Seeing Jinwoo rise from the sofa, Kim Minjeong screamed and fled into the master bedroom, locking the door behind her and sinking to the floor.
With trembling hands, she took her phone out of her small clutch and called her husband.
“H-Honey, please come get me. Come now. I’m so scared.”
—Where are you, Minjeong? I’m on my way.
“At home. We’re at home. Jinwoo’s going to kill me.”
Chairman Yeo ran out of his board meeting as soon as he heard.
Meanwhile, Kim Minjeong stifled her sobs at the sound of pounding fists on the bedroom door.
To her, those knocks sounded like an axe crashing through wood.
“Mother, open the door. What did I do that was so wrong? Hm?”
“…”
“You thought you could get away with stealing what wasn’t yours?”
A thief’s hand should be cut off—but Jinwoo knew how much Woohee liked Kim Minjeong.
So instead of cutting off her hand, he’d brought a nail clipper out of consideration for his beloved Omega.
He called for Butler Kang to bring the bedroom key.
With a click, the lock was undone.
Kim Minjeong, sitting just behind the door, was shoved back as Jinwoo pushed it open.
She screamed as she hit the floor.
“What the hell is wrong with you?!”
“You really don’t know? Where’s Woohee? Where’s my Omega?!”
Jinwoo grabbed her by the ankle and dragged her out of the room.
He would make an example of her—let everyone see what happened to those who tried to steal his Omega.
The household staff watched in terrified silence, like pigeons hiding in crevices from a predator.
Chairman Yeo arrived, disheveled, riding on the back of a courier’s motorbike.
He burst through the front door.
“Yeo Jinwoo! Get away from my Omega right now!”
Jinwoo sneered.
“Chairman, your Omega stole my Omega. Twice. And now I can’t even clip a few nails? I’m not allowed to cut fingers, so I figured I’d start with the nails. That’s all.”
Only now did the chairman notice the nail clipper in Jinwoo’s hand.
Kim Minjeong had made a scene over something so small.
Still, anyone could’ve mistaken Jinwoo’s intent and been terrified.
The chairman was relieved—he knew a nail clipper couldn’t cut off fingers.
He kicked off his shoes and tried to calm Kim Minjeong, who was leaking pheromones in fear.
He held her tightly in his arms, and she clung to him, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist.
Jinwoo’s eyes sparkled with a mix of realization and awe.
One day, Woohee would come running to him like this, crying and seeking his arms in fear.
Because he would be Woohee’s husband.
“Jinwoo… if I let you cut her nails, will you forgive her?”
“Yes.”
The chairman, unwilling to admit that their perfect Alpha son was broken, decided to give Jinwoo what he wanted and bury the incident as quickly as possible.
He grabbed Kim Minjeong’s wrist and held it out to Jinwoo.
Jinwoo clipped the glossy, freshly manicured nails one by one, trimming them down to the very tips.
Snip. Snip. Snip.
Her nails were trimmed into little crescent moons.
Even though it was only a nail clipper, Kim Minjeong flinched with every snip, as if her fingers might be severed.
When all ten nails were gone, Jinwoo gave her a warning.
“Mother. Next time, it’ll be your fingers.”
“H-Honey… help…”
She collapsed into the chairman’s arms.
He carried her back to the bedroom.
Seeing his terrified Omega stirred something primal in him.
His cock hardened with urgency.
From behind the closed bedroom door came alternating sobs and moans.
The staff were on the brink of madness from the grotesque, surreal situation.
They felt nauseous, helpless, and dizzy.
It was as if they were working in a house possessed by demons.
Jinwoo casually walked into the master bedroom—while his parents were still having sex—and retrieved the clutch bag she had dropped.
He walked out, closed the door behind him, and took out her phone.
He called her driver.
A grin spread across his face—Woohee was apparently in a very interesting place.
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