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The soft glow of a crimson lamp illuminated the room.
Kim Minjeong held Woohee close, as though he were truly her own child.
His pink lips were slightly parted as he let out faint, steady breaths.
Supporting Woohee’s knees and back, Jinwoo lifted him.
He could’ve taken the elevator, but he chose the stairs instead, wanting to hold Woohee for as long as possible.
The soft strands of Woohee’s hair brushing against his chest sent a strange thrill through him.
How had his little Woohee grown to be so beautiful?
They’d shared the same food and air, yet Woohee was entirely otherworldly.
Jinwoo carried him into the room, gently laid him on the bed, and carefully tucked him in.
He gazed at Woohee’s face.
He could stare at him all day and never get bored.
Watching Woohee was the most entertaining thing in the world.
As if caught in a nightmare, Woohee furrowed his brow, mumbling in distress.
“I’m sorry. Please forgive me, hyung.”
“Why is my little Woohee so scared? What’s there to fear about your hyung? I can’t win against you anyway.”
Lying beside his brother, Jinwoo patted his back gently.
“My sweet peach. Keep growing.”
At that moment, in his dream, Woohee was on his knees before a shirtless Jinwoo, whose muscular chest strained against the buttons of his dress shirt.
Woohee, completely nude, wore a dog-tail plug in his most private place, trembling with anticipation.
“You’re like a bitch in heat. Can’t sit still, can you?”
“I’m sorry. Please forgive me, hyung.”
What Jinwoo heard in reality as sleep talk was this plea from Woohee’s dream.
“Who said I’m your hyung? Do dogs call their master ‘hyung’ now?”
Jinwoo tugged hard on the leash attached to Woohee’s neck.
Woohee gasped, his mouth opening as his tongue lolled out, eyes rolling back.
His insides clenched desperately around the plug, juices dripping onto the floor, staining his feet.
“I don’t need a slave like you!”
“No, please! Master, don’t throw me away!”
Woohee clung to his master’s leg, utterly devoid of pride.
“Did you dare touch your master’s body without permission?”
Jinwoo kicked Woohee, sending him sprawling.
Woohee hit the floor, sobbing in ecstasy, wagging his tail-plugged rear like a dog performing tricks to appease its master.
“Stand.”
Woohee immediately obeyed, clasping his hands behind his back, awaiting the next command.
Jinwoo poked Woohee’s nipples with his finger, making him instinctively flinch and step back.
“Who told you… to c*m… without permission?”
Each word, delivered with sharp staccato, pierced Woohee’s chest.
“I’m sorry.”
“I said to ride, not to c*m with that useless cock of yours. Do you understand the gravity of disobeying your master’s orders?”
In reality, Yeo Woohee, who had secretly relieved himself thinking of Yeo Jinwoo, was being scolded for his misdeed in a dream.
Yeo Jinwoo brought out a black leather case and opened it.
Inside, lined with crimson velvet, was a dazzling stainless steel catheter.
A red ruby at the tip sparkled brightly.
It was the ultimate gift a master could give to a slave, something that could make even the plainest thing a million times more beautiful.
Yeo Woohee looked up at Yeo Jinwoo with an emotional gaze.
“Hyung… You’re not angry?”
“Woohee, I’ll insert the catheter into your cock. Bring it over quickly.”
Yeo Woohee timidly presented his meager Omega cock before Yeo Jinwoo.
Jinwoo grasped it with his hand, massaging it gently.
In Jinwoo’s large hands, Woohee’s cock was barely visible.
“Don’t enjoy it too much. This is a punishment, not a reward. Though, I doubt it’ll feel like much of a punishment to a lewd slave like you.”
As his cock swelled with arousal, pre-cum dripped from the tip. Jinwoo pressed the catheter into the opening.
Yeo Woohee pushed his wretched omega cck toward Yeo Jinwoo. Jinwoo grabbed the cck with his hand and began to massage it.
Yeo Woohee’s c*ck, trapped in Jinwoo’s large hand, was completely obscured from view.
“Don’t enjoy it too much. This isn’t a reward—it’s a punishment. Though, for such a lewd slave, I’m not sure it’ll feel like a proper punishment.”
The cck, fully aroused, dripped cck fluid from the swollen tip.
Jinwoo inserted a catheter into the c*ck opening.
“Ah! Hyung-ah… Haaang.”
Yeo Woohee wanted to writhe and let out a cry, but with his c*ck held tightly, he couldn’t.
A catheter was pushed into his urethra, which had never been penetrated before.
Amidst the excruciating pain, a fantastical orgasm bloomed, causing his c*ck to twitch uncontrollably.
From excessive stimulation, the plug slipped out of his butt.
With a thud, the heavy plug resembling a dog’s tail dropped to the floor.
Jinwoo immediately shoved the catheter deep into Yeo Woohee’s c*ck.
“Huaaang!”
Yeo Woohee moaned, his c*ck trembling violently.
Jinwoo slapped Yeo Woohee’s cheek, sending him sprawling to the floor.
Furious at the slave for failing to keep the plug in place, the master flipped Yeo Woohee over his knee and spanked his butt with his hand.
“Haa… Ahh!”
“You worthless a**! Keep your b*tt sealed properly. How loose must it be that you can’t even hold a plug?”
“Hic… I’m sorry, hic… But I really only have you, Master.”
“That’s not for you to say—your b*tt should prove it.”
Still a virgin in real life, Yeo Woohee ignored his phone alarm as he dreamt of being scolded and punished by his older brother.
‘Just a little longer… I’ll wake up after being punished just a little longer.’
When the alarm on his phone went off, Yeo Woohee ignored it, immersed in the dream where his “hyung” was punishing and degrading him.
‘Just a little more. Let me endure a little more of this before waking up.’
“Woohee, wake up. It’s morning.”
“Ugh… Hyung? When did you come back from the America?”
Still half-asleep, Woohee rubbed his eyes.
Jinwoo replied, “Early this morning.”
“Why are you struggling to get up so much today? Hurry up, get washed, and head to school.”
“…”
Jinwoo patted Woohee’s head and left the room.
It wasn’t a dream that he’d called Woohee, ordering him to ride a horse-riding exercise machine naked.
But now, the Jinwoo who had returned from Korea seemed as calm and detached as before. Something was off.
Some men had attacked Jinwoo mid-call, causing the line to cut off.
Could it be that the shock from being robbed made him forget his plans to train Woohee?
Leaping out of bed in his pajamas, Woohee rushed after Jinwoo.
“Hyung! You got cut off during the call. Are you hurt? You’re okay, right?”
Jinwoo looked down at him with kind eyes and answered, “It was just my friends playing a prank. Did it worry you, Woohee?”
He went ahead downstairs to the dining room.
Woohee collapsed onto the hallway floor, his legs giving out.
What was this hopeless turn of events?
The goal was so close, but it had been reset in an instant.
Did he find a better, more obedient slave in America?
Someone more handsome and easier to handle?
No, if that were the case, he wouldn’t have come home so quickly.
It must be that Jinwoo lost interest because Woohee acted like a desperate slut.
Of course, he should’ve protested more vehemently instead of climbing onto the exercise machine as if he had been waiting for it.
Jinwoo, with his dominant personality, likely felt satisfaction from subduing resistance.
If Woohee showed defiance and refused Jinwoo’s control, he would likely revert to his original self, trying to conquer him again.
Woohee resolved to act out—spending time with Taejoon, avoiding Jinwoo’s calls during free periods at school, and playing hard to get.
To justify such rebellion, he would frame it as being uncomfortable with Jinwoo’s sexual domination.
Living a free and independent life might be dreadful, but he couldn’t lose his perfect master like this.
Having resolved to steel his heart, Yeo Woohee refrained from texting Yeo Jinwoo during his free periods and even went to a dessert café with Na Taejoon after school.
It was no small act of daring.
To top it off, he stopped waiting by the entrance for his older brother when he returned from work.
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