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Yeo Jinwoo gripped Yeo Woohee’s shoulders to keep him from rolling off the chair, admiring the way prostatic fluid sprayed in all directions.
Like dew settling on the petals of a white lily, thin strands of viscous liquid dripped and pooled in every sunken curve of his bare body.
Jinwoo turned off the vibrating egg with the remote.
A weak dribble of residual fluid trickled from his limp cock.
The trembling white flesh, which had been shuddering violently, gradually stilled.
The nipple, swollen red from a flick, now formed a plump little mound when viewed from above.
He swiveled the chair, forcing Woohee to face the desk.
Then, peering into his dazed, unfocused eyes, he asked:
“Woohee, do you want to get pregnant with my baby? This training isn’t ending until you admit it.”
“Hngh… Hah… Nnn…”
Woohee, still clutching his tingling stomach, closed his eyes.
Like someone reluctantly acknowledging an unbearable truth, he sobbed out his answer.
“Yes.”
“Say it properly. Who wants what?”
“Woohee… wants to get pregnant with hyung’s baby.”
Though pretending to submit under Jinwoo’s torment, Woohee laughed inwardly.
How could he not be happy?
The man he loved wanted a child with him—this deeply.
Most Master-sub relationships ended in ruin when love entered the picture.
Because a Master who loved his sub could no longer strike him without mercy.
Of course, that wasn’t the only reason.
Some couldn’t stop in the heat of passion, hurting their partner and leading to a breakup.
Others, after living together, lost the fear necessary to sustain the dynamic, making their play stale and lifeless.
No matter the reason, BDSM relationships followed one ironclad rule:
The Dom finds pleasure in oppressing and abusing the submissive, while the submissive finds pleasure in being oppressed and abused.
In that sense, Woohee had spent the last fourteen years verifying that Jinwoo was the perfect Master.
By now, he was certain—even if they had a child, their bond wouldn’t break.
Jinwoo, gripping the long cord trailing from Woohee’s body like a leash, gave his next command.
“Get off the chair. Time to practice pushing the baby out.”
Woohee barely suppressed the urge to kiss Jinwoo’s instep, the very foot that controlled him like a vise.
Instead, he slid to the floor like a beached mermaid, collapsing onto the hard surface.
Jinwoo nudged his ass with a foot, correcting his posture.
“How… do I do it, hyung?”
“Squat like you did when you took the egg earlier.”
Jinwoo patiently explained, indulging Woohee’s feigned innocence.
He really was kind—enough to make Woohee’s chest swell with pride.
Not that it made him look dignified; more like a lark puffing out its breast in display.
“Woohee, tighten your hole and push the egg out.”
“Hngh… Hyung… I can’t…”
“If you can’t even do this, how are you gonna push out a baby’s head? Hurry up!”
The omega, already drenched in slick from the vibrating egg-shaped toy, emitted a sickly sweet orchid-like scent.
Grunting with effort, his peach-colored ass bounced upward as he strained to push.
“Hah… Hngh… Nn!”
His rim stretched, the pink egg peeking through before slipping back inside.
Woohee whimpered, shaking his hips in frustration as the toy teased him, almost escaping but never quite emerging.
Jinwoo watched, agonized.
Having to resist the omega’s seductive hip rolls—begging to be fucked—was torture.
Like starving a sinner in hell, only to serve them a feast they weren’t allowed to touch.
His untouched cock stood rigid, throbbing with frustration.
To help Woohee focus, Jinwoo released a wave of alpha pheromones.
“Nngh… Uuuh…”
The omega’s breathy moans, usually reserved for seduction, now carried a desperate edge.
Each push flushed his face deeper red, like crushed cherry blossoms smeared across his skin.
His body, drunk on alpha pheromones, instinctively sucked the egg deeper, as if determined to keep anything inside buried as far as possible.
Jinwoo tugged lightly on the cord.
“Aah—!”
Woohee’s head snapped back as he cried out.
The egg, rolling wildly inside him, shot free along with a gush of slick, splattering onto the floor.
A puddle pooled beneath his trembling thighs.
His stretched hole remained gaping, red inner flesh exposed, the wrinkled walls twitching visibly.
Jinwoo stepped behind Woohee, who had collapsed from exhaustion after the mock birth.
Gripping his hips, Jinwoo lifted his ass and thrust his cock into the still-open entrance.
The hole, recognizing its alpha, clenched tight as if offended by the earlier stretch, sucking him in greedily.
“Tch—”
It felt like shoving his cock into molten jelly.
Yeo Woohee, as if broken, couldn’t rise, his hips lifted helplessly as he was impaled.
The slick heat inside his belly was churned by the thrusts, and when the cock pulled out, it glistened with a dark-red sheen, slick with slick.
Yeo Jinwoo drove his cock deep, hammering into him with the force of his heavy balls, then withdrew, only to repeat the motion.
Rubbing the taut skin of Woohee’s stomach, he could feel the outline of his own length pressing up from within.
The plush, trembling walls clenched tight around him, guiding him relentlessly toward the omega’s womb.
The pointed tip of his cock speared the entrance of the womb.
“Ah—! It hurts!”
Woohee, who Jinwoo had thought had passed out, jerked his head up with a gasp.
Forcing past the tight ring, Jinwoo buried himself deep, filling that precious cradle—meant to carry their child—with his release.
“Haaah—! Stop… please, stop!”
Jinwoo flexed his hips, gripping the base of his cock as he milked every last drop into Woohee’s womb.
Even at a glance, the omega’s once-flat stomach now swelled as if overstuffed.
He kept his swollen tip wedged at the entrance, ensuring not a single drop could escape.
Even though this wasn’t his first knotting, Woohee still screamed until his breath hitched, choking on sobs.
Jinwoo patted his back gently.
“Hic—! Hah… hng…”
His omega never seemed to run out of tears.
But it couldn’t be helped.
After all, who told him to catch the eye of a madman like Jinwoo?
You have to love me, Woohee.
That’s the only way you’ll survive.
He stayed locked inside until the knot subsided, keeping them connected.
With two knotting sessions already behind them, Woohee’s heat cycle was ending, his pheromones fading as his body settled into post-heat exhaustion.
Jinwoo leaned down, pressing a kiss to the nape of his omega’s neck—the spot he had claimed.
Finally, the rigid swell of his knot softened.
Only then did Jinwoo pull out.
Most of his release had already been absorbed, leaving only a trickle behind.
“Ugh… Hyung, my—my stomach… It hurts so much. Woohee’s gonna die…”
Curled up like a shrimp, Woohee clutched his swollen belly.
The words snapped Jinwoo back to his senses like a bucket of cold water.
He scooped Woohee into his arms, laying him gently on the bed before tucking him under the covers.
He called for a servant, demanding painkillers and instructions to clear the display cabinet.
A careful knock sounded at the door.
“Come in.”
Still wrapped around Woohee like a cocoon, Jinwoo didn’t let go.
The servant entered, setting a tray with water and pills on the bedside table before quietly opening a black bag.
The adult toys were packed away, replaced by rows of elegantly wrapped chocolate boxes adorned with satin ribbons and pearls.
Jinwoo cradled Woohee’s head, placing a pill on his tongue before tilting the water glass to help him swallow.
He rubbed his back until his breathing steadied.
“Shh… It’s okay, Woohee. The pain will fade soon.”
Woohee buried his face in Jinwoo’s chest, sniffling wetly.
“My chocolates… Where are my chocolates?”
The moment the servant left, Jinwoo pulled back the covers to check on him.
Woohee’s shining eyes were already glued to the display cabinet, his earlier agony forgotten.
His cheeks, flushed and puffed with anticipation, made it hard to believe he’d been writhing in pain moments ago.
Jinwoo laid him down and fetched the most extravagant box—gold-wrapped, with a lavish bow—from the cabinet.
A reward for enduring so much today.
“Wow! Hyung! Hyung!”
Like an excited child, Woohee hugged the box to his chest, peeking inside before clutching it tight again.
“You like it that much?”
“Yes!”
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