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Beaming, Woohee untied the ribbon and opened the box, popping a heart-shaped praline into his mouth.
The bittersweet chocolate melted smoothly on his tongue—a rich, satisfying taste, earned after being pushed to his limits.
The rewards that followed his suffering were always intoxicating.
He closed the box, saving the rest.
“Why stop?”
Jinwoo would never understand—indulging all at once ruined the meaning.
Woohee stretched his arms, reveling in his turn to be spoiled.
Jinwoo willingly offered his neck, settling him in his lap.
“Honestly, our Woohee is still such a baby.”
He playfully flicked Woohee’s nose.
Giggling, Woohee sneakily opened the box again, plucking out a dark heart-shaped chocolate and popping it into his mouth.
Leaning into Jinwoo’s soothing massage, Woohee gazed at the restored display cabinet—now pristine, as if nothing had happened.
It’s so good that Jinwoo is a master who knows how to reward him.
His heavy head drooped against Jinwoo’s firm chest, eyes fluttering shut.
Despite the frantic heartbeat beneath his ear, Woohee fell into a quiet sleep, barely stirring as Jinwoo carefully slid the chocolate box aside to let him rest.
Woohee’s face flushed crimson as he panted raggedly.
Yeo Jinwoo pressed a hand to Woohee’s forehead, the fever stubbornly refusing to break despite the antipyretics.
Sweat slicked Woohee’s body as Jinwoo hauled him upright.
After dressing him, Jinwoo carried Woohee piggyback down to the first floor.
The butler, Kang, gasped at the sight of the dazed boy.
“I’ll have the car brought around.”
Jinwoo stepped out the front door, Woohee still on his back.
A black sedan peeled out of the parking lot and halted before them.
He laid Woohee across the backseat, resting the boy’s head on his lap.
This is my fault—I pushed him too hard.
Fury at his own lack of restraint seethed in his chest.
They arrived at the university hospital, where Woohee was rushed to a VIP suite.
The moment he was settled on the bed, Woohee clawed at his own chest, tears spilling.
“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”
Jinwoo smoothed a hand over his burning forehead before kissing his lips.
“You did nothing wrong, Woohee. You’re too good. Hyung just loves you too much.”
Woohee’s feverish cheeks glowed red as he gasped. Delirious, he babbled:
“I’m burning inside… Hyung, ice—put ice in my hole…”
Jinwoo’s chest ached at the sight of Woohee writhing.
Just hold on a little longer—they’ll give you an IV antipyretic.
But then Woohee tugged at his pants, whimpering:
“Ice… I’m too hot… My whole body’s on fire… Feed me ice, please…”
Jinwoo squeezed his eyes shut.
He knew he shouldn’t indulge an omega in heat-induced delirium, but Woohee’s sweat-slicked, trembling nakedness was irresistible.
He ordered a bodyguard outside to fetch ice.
The man returned within minutes with a plastic cup of cubed ice.
Jinwoo locked the door and approached the panting boy on the bed.
Tearing open the packaging, he picked up an irregularly shaped chunk—so cold it stung his fingertips.
Woohee’s entrance, not yet in full heat, was tightly clenched.
Jinwoo pressed the ice against it.
“Hah—! C-cold… Hiiit!”
Woohee arched, his shirt riding up to reveal a slender waist and a cute navel.
Jinwoo pushed another cube into the flushed hole.
“Aaah—! Too cold… Too cold…!”
Rubbing Woohee’s belly, Jinwoo murmured, “Should I stop?”
“Y-yes… My stomach’s freezing… I’ll get sick… Hyung, warm me up…”
Woohee rolled onto all fours, pulling his hips back with both hands.
His shirt slid down to his neck, exposing milky skin and reddened nipples.
Jinwoo knew he shouldn’t take advantage of a feverish omega—but he unzipped his pants anyway.
Gripping his cock, he nudged it against the dripping entrance.
The icy temperature had left it clenched stubbornly tight.
Instead of forcing his way in, Jinwoo leaned close and blew a hot breath against it.
The abused, pink hole twitched.
Pretty when pale, prettier when reddened from being fucked raw.
It fluttered like a rosebud about to bloom.
Jinwoo’s cockhead pressed in again.
“Hhaaa—!”
Woohee buried his face in the pillow.
Jinwoo’s slacks were soaked—whether from melted ice or the omega’s slick, he couldn’t tell.
The walls inside, softened by the ice, now clenched tight around him.
Just when it fit so perfectly…
He tsked, pistoning in shallow thrusts.
A remaining shard of ice scraped Woohee’s inner walls.
“Nngh—! Hhah… Hhihk…!”
Woohee muffled his cries, remembering they were in a hospital.
The way he tried to stay quiet only turned Jinwoo on more.
“Haah… Woohee, is it warm now?”
“Hhng… Hhk…!”
Woohee shook his hips instead of answering.
Damn it—he’s too cute like this.
Jinwoo wanted to knot him again, but he couldn’t.
Not when Woohee was so fragile after his first heat cycle.
Still, he fucked into Woohee hard enough to mold his insides, their skin slapping together.
Woohee came with a whimper, his thighs trembling as Jinwoo held his hips and spilled deep inside.
The omega’s walls were a mess of melted ice and cum—just as lewdly wet as they were meant to be.
Jinwoo pulled out, wiping his dripping cock on the hospital sheets.
Woohee’s hole clenched and fluttered around nothing.
After cleaning Woohee’s thighs and redressing him, Jinwoo tugged his shirt down over his pale belly. Woohee had already passed out.
Just then, the doctor knocked—having waited for the noise to die down.
“Director, may I come in?”
“Come in.”
The doctor slid open the door.
The thick scent of semen hung heavy in the hospital room, making him reluctant to step inside.
When his eyes landed on the convenience-store ice cup, he flinched and quickly looked away.
“Hurry up and examine him. It’s his first time going through a heat with an Alpha, and I think he’s sick.”
But the heat cycle wasn’t the problem.
Something like that wouldn’t leave a person in such a wrecked state.
How violently had Yeo Jinwoo raped his own younger brother under that excuse?
Unconscious, Yeo Woohee gave off a delicate, orchid-like fragrance.
Despite also being an Omega, the doctor found himself swallowing hard, mesmerized by the beautiful Omega before him.
The T-shirt clung to Woohee’s damp skin, revealing the outline of his nipples.
Avoiding his gaze from more private areas, the doctor administered fever reducers and painkillers into Woohee’s arm.
But during the examination, he accidentally brushed the stethoscope against Woohee’s nipple.
Jinwoo’s fiery glare bore into the instrument, but since it was part of the checkup, he said nothing.
Swallowing dryly, the doctor pried Woohee’s mouth open.
Using a sterilized tool, he pressed down on his tongue to inspect his throat.
His teeth were perfectly aligned, his gums a delicate shade of pink.
The image of Jinwoo forcing himself inside that refined mouth, making Woohee go into heat, sent a shiver down the doctor’s spine.
“To be precise, we’ll need an ultrasound of his uterus. If… it was too rough, there might be damage.”
Jinwoo frowned in concern.
“If anything happens to his ability to get pregnant, I’ll have your head.”
The doctor promised to do his best.
“Hng… Hyung, where am I?”
Woohee, regaining consciousness, blinked dazedly.
Jinwoo’s voice softened completely, unlike the tone he’d used with the doctor.
“The hospital. Don’t worry.”
“Then I’ll take him down for the exam.”
Porters arrived, moving Woohee—bed and all—into the elevator toward the ultrasound room.
The doctor lifted Woohee’s T-shirt, spreading cold gel over his flat stomach before examining his uterine lining with the ultrasound device.
Fortunately, there was no damage.
Still, the doctor looked down at Woohee with worry.
Seeing this, Woohee suddenly hatched a plan—he’d ask for emergency contraception and make sure Jinwoo found out.
Then Jinwoo would fly into a rage and punish him.
Unlike the way he swallowed thickly at the thought of Jinwoo’s scent, Woohee’s eyes welled up with tears.
“Doctor… could you prescribe me emergency contraception?”
“If the Vice President finds out, it’ll be trouble…”
Woohee grabbed the doctor’s hand, sobbing.
“Please. Hic… Doctor. If this keeps up, I might really end up pregnant with his child.”
The doctor clenched his eyes shut.
As if he’d expected this, he pulled a packet of emergency contraception from his coat and handed it over.
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