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As expected, Yeo Jinwoo, visibly furious, stormed into Yeo Woohee’s room, interrupting his study session.

“Yeo Woohee, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Oh… Hyung… I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how late it was because I was studying,” Yeo Woohee murmured, lowering his lashes and trembling slightly, feigning fear.

He kept his gaze fixed on the textbook spread out on his desk as Yeo Jinwoo approached him.

‘Come on, take off my pants and spank me until I’m red. If you’re angry, punish me properly,’ he thought.

Underneath his drawers, the tight hole twitched in anticipation.

His toes wriggled inside his white socks as he glanced at Yeo Jinwoo, who clenched his teeth in frustration.

“Yeah, I guess that’s possible. After all, our little Woohee loves studying so much.”

It wasn’t because he enjoyed studying.

It was a deliberate act to play the role of someone working hard to avoid being abandoned again.

This way, if Yeo Jinwoo ever wanted to keep his secrets from their parents, he could use that as leverage to make him submit.

Even when Yeo Jinwoo spoon-fed him rice, he abruptly turned and walked away.

Yeo Woohee’s pupils trembled.

He never imagined that even this much effort might not work.

Feeling dejected by Yeo Jinwoo’s refusal to dominate him, Yeo Woohee buried his face on the desk and wept.

If he had known, he would have pretended to dislike him even more.

But the humiliation felt too good to resist.

If he managed to win back his master’s affection, he swore to resist fiercely next time.

This wasn’t enough to break him.

Wiping away his tears, Yeo Woohee lifted his head, determined to wait patiently for the right moment.

Ever since he was a child, he’d acted scared on stormy nights to seek comfort in his older brother’s bed.

He made a habit of checking the weather on his phone daily.

Whenever Yeo Woohee slipped into Yeo Jinwoo’s bed clutching a pillow, his brother would always wrap him tightly in his arms.

As if the heavens were on his side, a torrential downpour arrived within days.

Humming a tune, he gazed at the thick rain streaming down the window.

Preparing for his return to Yeo Jinwoo’s bed after so long, Yeo Woohee took suppressants and cleaned his nipples and hole thoroughly in the shower.

He opted not to use pads inside his drawers.

Dressed in thin summer pajamas, he covered himself with a blanket and waited.

The blanket, like magic, transformed the eager Omega desperate for an Alpha’s attention into someone simply terrified by the thunder.

He waited for Yeo Jinwoo to come to him first, but his brother didn’t show up.

Unable to stand the suffocating blanket, Yeo Woohee grabbed his pillow.

He rubbed his eyes roughly, reddening them, and sniffled as he made his way to Yeo Jinwoo’s room.

“Hyung… sniff… Hyung, it’s Woohee.”

Turning the doorknob, his heart sank.

On a night like this, when it was obvious he’d come seeking comfort, the door was locked?

‘Have I really been abandoned?’

“Sniff… hic… waaaah!”

What started as feigned tears became genuine.

After all the effort he’d put in, how could this happen so suddenly?

“Woohee.”

Yeo Jinwoo stood just behind the door, gripping the doorknob and biting his lip.

He wanted nothing more than to open it, let Yeo Woohee in, and hold him close on the bed, comforting him.

But Chairman Yeo and Kang Dohee had colluded against him.

Did they think he didn’t know? Their motives were clear.

Chairman Yeo was using Kang Dohee’s leverage over him to separate Yeo Jinwoo and Yeo Woohee.

If that weren’t the case, the chairman would have retrieved the video long ago.

Yeo Jinwoo imagined Yeo Woohee trembling in fear at the sound of the thunder.

Those deer-like eyes would be wide with terror, and he’d likely be curled into a ball like a pill bug, trying to hide.

The thought of how pitifully adorable he must look made it unbearable.

Rumble. Crash!

A thunderous roar ripped through the sky, shaking the room.

Yeo Woohee’s cries grew louder, pounding his fists against the door like a rabbit being chased by a hunter.

“Hyung! I’m scared! Please open the door. Woohee’s scared!”

A childhood melody echoed in Yeo Jinwoo’s mind.

‘Save me, save me. The hunter is chasing me.’

Yeo Woohee rattled the doorknob, desperate.

Inside, Yeo Jinwoo sank to his knees, unzipping his pants.

Amidst the deafening rain and occasional thunder, he tuned into Yeo Woohee’s sweet cries, a melody more beautiful than any classical music.

He gripped himself tightly, stroking up and down.

‘If you were in front of me now, I’d shoot all over your face. I’d make you keep your mouth open, watch my release swirl inside it. Woohee, just wait. Once I destroy that video, you’ll never go without my seed in your mouth or your hole again.’

“Ah… ngh…”

Suppressing his groans, Yeo Jinwoo inhaled sharply.

He longed for the scent of Woohee’s pheromones.

When he thought Yeo Woohee was a dominant Alpha, he assumed they were just well-concealed.

But no.

Even a superior Omega couldn’t hide pheromones this perfectly without relying on suppressants.

That meant Yeo Woohee must be taking them constantly.

He worried about infertility.

Yeo Jinwoo would need to stop him from taking them and ensure a proper knotting soon.

Stroking himself faster, Yeo Jinwoo’s thoughts lingered on Yeo Woohee.

Even if he became infertile, Yeo Jinwoo wouldn’t hesitate to claim him as his Omega.

“Hyung… ngh… ah… Hyung…”

As if responding to the dominant Alpha pheromones, Yeo Woohee let out sweet moans from outside the door.

Yeo Jinwoo released a surge of pheromones like a shower, savoring the imagined scene.

“Aah, what do I do… what do I do…”

The sound of footsteps pacing anxiously was too endearing.

‘Damn it. So cute.’

Yeo Jinwoo pressed his forehead against the door, gripping his tip as the veins on his shaft throbbed.

‘What’s wrong, Woohee? Are you dripping because of my pheromones? Too bad I can’t see it. I’ll make up for it later.’

He released into his hand, pulling up his pants.

From the mini-fridge, he poured a glass of orange juice, mixing in his release.

Then he opened the door.

Yeo Woohee, seated on the floor, looked up with teary eyes.

“Woohee, how much longer are you going to act like a child, running to my room every time it rains? Drink this and go back to bed.”

“Sniff… okay. I’m sorry,” Yeo Woohee replied, voice tinged with a coquettish whine.

His flushed cheeks and reddened nose were unbearably enticing.

Taking the glass with both hands, he sipped, grimacing.

“Ugh… Did this go bad? It tastes weird.”

“I added supplements. It’s good for you. Just drink it.”

Under Yeo Jinwoo’s watchful gaze, Yeo Woohee forced himself to empty the glass despite gagging.

Covering his mouth, he murmured a farewell.

“Goodnight, Hyung.”

“Go on.”

He expected the door to open, to be let inside, but it didn’t happen, and the disappointment on his face was evident.

Confirming that Yeo Woohee desired him as well sent Yeo Jinwoo into a euphoric spiral, as though he might lose his mind from the sheer joy.

He watched Yeo Woohee intently as the younger man turned his back.

The thin pajama pants clung and swayed with every step.

Through the arched windows in the hallway, a flash of white lightning illuminated the dark corridor for a moment, revealing the round outline that had darkened at the back of Yeo Woohee’s pants.

It was because of the pheromones Yeo Jinwoo had released during his own self-pleasure, causing Yeo Woohee’s body to react and drip from his entrance.

This cemented Yeo Jinwoo’s certainty—Yeo Woohee was an omega.

“You were born for me. That’s the truth, no matter what anyone says. How could someone like you possibly be a dominant alpha?”

His perfect little brother, who strove tirelessly for perfection and aced every subject, must have despised the fact that he was an omega.

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