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After the ghost commotion and a movie, it was already dinnertime.
The caretaker, claiming that hallucinations happen when you’re weak, brought over boiled pork wraps and buckwheat noodles.
Taejoon opened the fridge to get water.
He unscrewed the bottle cap, but it wasn’t sealed.
He figured even rich families reused PET bottles and didn’t think much of it.
He poured two glasses.
They enjoyed their meal, savoring the sweet, fresh napa cabbage wrapped around spicy-sweet kimchi and tender pork belly.
As Na Taejoon ate his meal, he took a sip of water and immediately sensed something strange.
He frowned deeply, glaring at the glass.
“What’s wrong?”
“Try it, Woohee. It tastes bitter for some reason.”
Yeo Woohee picked up his own glass and took a sip.
“Huh? Why does it taste like this?”
“Right? It’s bitter, isn’t it?”
“Yeah. Let’s try a different bottle.”
Na Taejoon grabbed another bottle of water from the fridge.
When he opened it, this one wasn’t fresh either.
He took a sip straight from the bottle—still bitter.
“What? Is that one bitter too?”
Woohee took the bottle, tasted it, and muttered, “What’s going on?” before asking the villa manager to bring new water.
Thankfully, the water the manager brought didn’t have the bitter taste.
Maybe it was because he had eaten so much, but Taejoon’s eyelids kept drooping.
He knew he should shower before bed, but as soon as he returned to his room, he collapsed onto the mattress and fell asleep instantly, as if he had passed out.
Woohee had planned to stay up late binge-watching dramas, but in the end, he couldn’t fight his drowsiness and burrowed under the covers.
The last shred of his consciousness slipped away.
Hidden on the balcony, Yeo Jinwoo slid open the glass door and stepped inside the villa.
The sleeping pills he had slipped into the water had done their job—both omegas were completely knocked out.
He entered Woohee’s room and noticed that one entire wall was a mirror.
Staring at his own reflection, Jinwoo glared as if it were a stranger standing there before moving forward.
He meticulously closed the blackout curtains and turned on the fluorescent lights.
Locking the door, he dug through the blankets until he uncovered the sleeping omega.
Since Woohee had fled with nothing, he had grabbed whatever clothes were in the villa—his T-shirt slipped off one shoulder, and what looked like shorts were actually just boxers.
Pathetic.
The thought that the villa staff and Taejoon had seen him like this made Jinwoo grit his teeth so hard his jaw ached.
He tugged at the omega’s limbs, stripping off the white T-shirt.
Under the harsh fluorescent light, Woohee’s nipples stood obscenely erect, already swollen from being bitten and sucked on before.
Jinwoo yanked off the tacky boxers too.
He flicked the pink cock with his fingers.
“Ha. Woohee. So this is your freedom, huh?”
The catheter Jinwoo had inserted into his urethra was gone.
Sure, he could remove the plug to piss, but doing it without permission was unforgivable.
He immediately unzipped his pants.
Gripping the round, sugar-white ass, he forced his cock into the hole.
With no preparation, Woohee jerked violently as Jinwoo shoved inside, a broken “Nngh…” slipping from his lips.
Woohee wanted to wake up, to escape the brutal pain splitting him open from below, but he couldn’t move a single finger.
So this is what it’s like to be fucked by a ghost.
With every thrust, Jinwoo’s heavy balls slapped against him, relentless.
The ghost used him like a hole, only concerned with his own pleasure.
The rough fucking tore at his insides, each movement sending searing pain through his stomach.
Fingers pushed into his mouth, pressing down on his soft tongue and jabbing at his throat.
Drool spilled from the corners of his lips as Jinwoo lifted one of his legs, driving even deeper.
Lost in the brutal rhythm, Woohee felt his chest jolting with each thrust.
His lower abdomen tightened, clenching around the monstrous thing inside him.
“Fuck, Woohee. Even asleep, you’re still desperate for alpha cock, huh?”
Jinwoo pulled out abruptly, then came all over Woohee’s bare body, as if marking his territory.
The mirror reflected the image of a depraved criminal violating his own sleeping brother.
He stared at the mirror, relishing the sight.
This time, he grabbed both of Woohee’s legs, letting his head hang off the bed, and plunged back in.
The tight, slick walls clung to his cock, struggling to keep up with his brutal pace, the reddened flesh threatening to spill out.
Jinwoo rubbed at the swollen rim with his thumb.
“Haah… Haah… Woohee, doesn’t hyung’s cock feel good?”
“……”
“Hyung thinks your hole is the best in the world.”
“……”
He looked down at the flushed, blood-rushed face beneath him.
Though the boy was petite, his chest had a slight swell—likely because his nipples were fairly large.
If he got pregnant, it’d be a sight to see, spurting milk every time I fucked him.
He ran his tongue over his dry lips, savoring the thought.
The semen he had splashed across the boy’s body dripped sluggishly, seeping into the slightly parted lips and nostrils.
Yeo Jinwoo slowly pulled his cock out.
The hole, frothy white from relentless thrusting, gaped open for a while even after he withdrew.
As he watched the inner walls twitch and convulse, the entrance gradually clenched tight.
He dragged the boy to the mirror.
Like manipulating a jointed doll, he moved the boy’s limbs, forcing him onto his back with his legs bent over his head in a plow position.
The abused entrance was swollen red.
Yeo Jinwoo rolled his tongue in his mouth, gathering saliva.
“Ptooey.”
He spat into the boy’s hole.
The entrance quivered, swallowing the spit greedily.
He shoved two fingers inside, stretching it open.
The sealed hole parted again, revealing plump, glistening flesh.
In the mirror, the unconscious omega lay naked, his gaping entrance dripping with slick.
Yeo Jinwoo stared at the reddened depths in the reflection, thrusting his fingers deeper.
The omega’s sticky walls clung to his fingers, reluctant to let go.
When he stirred them rapidly, like whisking cream, white slick oozed out in thick strands.
Each time his fingers scraped over the omega’s sweet spot, more fluid spurted, splattering the clean mirror.
After thoroughly dirtying the surface, he left his fingers buried inside, waiting.
The walls convulsed around him, pulsing with the boy’s forced climax.
If there were a god who guarded an omega’s purity—one who lined that sacred place with sharp teeth to tear apart anything entering without permission—Yeo Jinwoo would have lost all ten fingers and his cock by now.
But no such god existed.
The only ones who could have protected the boy—his parents—were powerless puppets under Yeo Jinwoo’s control.
Neither heaven nor family could stop him from taking what he wanted.
He straightened the boy’s crumpled body, pinning him between his knees, arms braced against the floor.
Beneath Yeo Jinwoo’s massive frame, the omega looked tiny—like a white fox in the mirror, its throat torn out by a beast.
Wary of the predator in the reflection, he slowly pushed back inside, rocking his hips.
Even his own mirrored image was an enemy—one he had to guard against if he wanted to keep the boy for himself.
Trapped under the weight, the boy realized—through the searing pain in his abdomen—that this wasn’t just a dream.
He was being knotted.
The brutal act of inflating the knot inside him, filling his womb with seed until it couldn’t spill out, could only mean one thing.
This wasn’t just a claiming.
It was a breeding.
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