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Jinwoo had no intention of letting anyone see Yeo Woohee like this.
The presence outside hesitated before hurried footsteps retreated.
Too light to be the attendant.
Jinwoo yanked Yeo Woohee off by his hair, making him collapse coughing.
Peeking through the curtains, he saw Na Taejoon stumbling in his haste, tripping as he ran.
Tch. Pathetic.
If he thought the villa staff would help him save his friend, he was even dumber than he looked. Outsiders were nothing but trouble.
Jinwoo watched from behind the curtain as Taejoon pounded on the guesthouse door.
The attendant answered, smiling politely while holding a bag of the toys meant for Yeo Woohee’s training.
He couldn’t hear their conversation, but he could guess:
“Please, sir, help me! His brother is raping him!”
“Ah, is that so? How funny—I was just on my way to deliver the tools the Vice President will use to rape the young master.”
“Call the police! I’ll report you!”
“Report it if you want. The police won’t show up. Go ahead, try it.”
Of course, there was no way to truly know what they were talking about.
Na Taejoon took out his phone and tried to make a call somewhere.
The villa caretaker, who had seemed so polite before, snapped in anger, yanked the phone from him, and threw it to the ground.
Taejoon watched in disbelief as the once-kind man turned vicious toward him.
The caretaker owed Kim Minjeong a huge favor—there was no way he’d let her son, Yeo Jinwoo, end up in prison.
Watching things escalate, the person keeping an eye on the situation called the caretaker.
“Don’t kill him. My baby’s crying.”
—Yes, sir. Then how should I handle it?
“Bring him quietly. If his head’s not just for decoration, he’ll get the message.”
The observer watched as the caretaker dragged Taejoon back toward the villa, then drew the blackout curtains closed.
Yeo Jinwoo picked up Yeo Woohee in his arms, carried him into a windowless room, and locked the door from the outside.
After zipping up his pants, Jinwoo’s face returned to a composed look that gave no hint of what had just happened.
Taejoon, still furious, charged at him in the living room—but Jinwoo easily caught his fist.
“Hey, next time I won’t go easy on you. Think before you act.”
Taejoon, not the brightest, tried to throw another punch.
Even Kang Dohee, a gangster’s son known for fighting, had gotten wrecked by Jinwoo.
Taejoon, a regular and fragile Omega, didn’t stand a chance.
Jinwoo lightly slapped him across the face, sending him flying to the floor.
“I told you. Think before you act.”
With both hands in the pockets of his suit jacket, Jinwoo gave Taejoon a hard kick while he was down.
“Ugh! Ah! H-hurts…”
Taejoon lay still, clutching his stomach in pain.
Jinwoo grabbed his hair and lifted his face.
“Omegas have to be careful about getting hit in the stomach. You’ve got that precious womb, remember? So, how about it, our Woohee’s little friend? Want me to kick you there so hard you’ll never use it again?”
“P-please… Please don’t kill me…”
Taejoon instinctively realized that Jinwoo was more terrifying than any trash he’d ever encountered underground.
This was the first time he’d ever begged, crying, with no pride left.
“You’re under a delusion. Thinking posting this online might get me in trouble. Thinking calling the police will get you rescued. That kind of naive thinking.”
He was starting to understand the fear Yeo Woohee must have lived with.
But even then, what Taejoon felt probably didn’t scratch the surface of what Woohee had endured.
Tears streamed down his face at the helplessness of not being able to protect him.
From the other room, they heard pounding on the door—Woohee’s fists.
“Hyung! Don’t hit Taejoon! Just touch him one more time—I’ll bite off my tongue and die!”
“Tch, this is what happens when you keep calling someone cute—they get cocky.”
Jinwoo slammed Taejoon’s forehead into the floor a few times by the hair.
Woohee, now silent behind the door, stopped making noise, likely to avoid further provoking Jinwoo.
“If you post about this online, you’ll be charged with defamation and spreading false information. I’ve got a hundred lawyers ready to go. You think some court-appointed lawyer for a broke bastard like you could win against that?”
Jinwoo leaned in, his lips almost brushing Taejoon’s ear.
“Lack of evidence. You’re the only witness. You’ll lose the trial for sure. And you’ll be stuck paying all my legal fees. That’s how I’ll make you owe me.”
The sheer unfairness of the world hit Taejoon like a slap.
He couldn’t believe it.
“Your house will be plastered with red foreclosure notices. You’ll lose your home and end up on the street. Your grandmother will collapse from the shock—she’s old, she might die. Even then, you won’t be able to pay back what you owe. And the loan sharks? They’ll sell you off to some island.”
Chills ran down Taejoon’s spine.
To Jinwoo, scaring an Omega was nothing.
He’d been doing it since the moment Woohee stepped foot in his house. It was like breathing to him—he knew exactly how to twist fear into submission.
“Taejoon, do you know what kind of place that island is? It’s full of old men. Once they’re ramming their limp dicks into you over and over, pissing inside your loose hole, you’ll wish you died instead. That’s what happens when you go against me—you become a pissrag.”
Taejoon was so terrified he peed himself.
He curled up as small as he could and begged for mercy.
“I’ll decide if I’ll forgive you… depending on how you behave.”
Jinwoo let go of his hair and went to check on Yeo Woohee, who was probably crying his eyes out by now.
Taejoon scrambled away in terror, retreating into a corner.
Woohee, who’d been crying at the door, tried to come out in concern.
“Taejoon, are you okay? Taejoon!”
He heard Woohee’s voice full of worry, but the fear was too overwhelming.
He couldn’t stay in that villa another second.
Barefoot, he ran out and found the phone the caretaker had smashed to the floor.
Using the cracked screen, he barely managed to call Kim Minjeong.
“Ajumma, I want to go home. Please. I can’t stay here anymore. I want to go home. sniffle”
—…So Jinwoo’s arrived, I see. I’ll send a car. Just wait a bit, okay?
Taejoon clutched the phone like a lifeline and crouched under a large tree.
It was still dawn, and the air was cool, but he had no desire to step back into the villa.
Sniffling, he waited two hours for the car to arrive.
As soon as the black foreign car appeared, he ran to it and threw open the back seat.
Once inside, he burst into tears like someone who’d escaped hell.
The driver wordlessly handed him a pack of tissues.
Only after crying for a long time did he finally calm down enough to look out the window—the villa was long gone from sight.
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