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Woohee quickly snatched it, hiding it in his palm.
The curtain shielding the ultrasound room fluttered slightly—but neither the doctor nor Woohee noticed.
A text arrived on Kang Dohee’s phone.
Seeing it was from “Woohee,” he opened it without suspicion.
“Dohee, it’s Woohee. Please help me. I’ll send you the location—come get me.”
He frantically clicked the linked address.
The moment the map loaded, he shot up from his seat in the middle of class.
Sprinting down the hallway, he called his subordinate.
“Doohyeop, gather as many guys as you can.”
—What’s going on? Did Doki Gang raid our turf?
“Woohee texted me for help. The location’s remote—I think he’s trapped in a villa.”
His muscles, bulging against his uniform pants from the force of his sprint, tensed as he skidded to a stop.
The Alpha, whose thighs were now thick and powerful—nothing like his frail childhood self—bit his lip, phone pressed to his ear.
Bringing the entire Black Bear Gang would only expose them.
Even if he rescued Woohee safely, OL Group’s retaliation would tear his family apart.
Dohee turned back, staring down the hallway he’d just run through.
To protect the organization, he shouldn’t help Woohee.
He was a coward. Frozen in place, he stood there silently.
Unaware of his turmoil, his subordinate spoke through the phone.
—We’re heading out now.
“…”
Dohee clenched his eyes shut, picturing the hundred-plus members under the Black Bear Gang.
If only their Jeju resort venture succeeded, they could stand against OL Group—but for now, his father was still a fledgling dragon, not yet powerful enough.
The business could collapse overnight.
“Yeah. Get here fast.”
His teeth released his lip.
His stalled footsteps moved forward again.
Dohee mounted his black bike parked outside.
Helmet on, he checked the map again.
Bikes weren’t allowed on highways.
Midway, he met up with his men and switched to a car.
Unable to hide his agitation, he sat in the backseat, leg bouncing as he gnawed on his nails.
The driver glanced at him.
“You okay?”
“I’m fine. Just get us there as fast as possible.”
Following the navigation led him to an empty wasteland—a barren field with nothing in sight.
Kang Dohee stepped out of the car, scanning the surroundings for any sign of human presence.
Checking his phone again, he confirmed he had arrived at the right location.
Uncertain of what situation Yeo Woohee might be in—or whether calling him would put him in danger—Dohee anxiously searched the area, too nervous to make the call.
His men, armed with iron pipes in case of a fight, fanned out and returned after their search.
“Boss, there’s nothing here.”
“Just wait a minute.”
With nothing else to do, Dohee kept checking the text messages from Woohee.
Then he noticed the number in his call log.
He had trusted it because the caller ID showed Woohee’s name, but the number had an extra “080” prefix.
The texts had been sent by someone completely different—they had tricked him by exploiting how his phone recognized shortened numbers.
“Fuck.”
Frantically, he searched for the video of Yeo Jinwoo stored on his phone.
But the hacked device had been wiped clean—not just the video, but all his emails, cloud data, and social media accounts were gone.
“Yeo Jinwoo, you son of a bitch! I’ll kill you.”
The enraged attack dog snarled, seething with fury.
He had to admit—the bastard was clever.
He had protected himself and what was his without shedding a single drop of blood.
Dohee knew he couldn’t beat Jinwoo with that video anymore, but the frustration was driving him insane.
His men, realizing they’d been led on a wild goose chase, tossed the iron pipes back into the trunk.
Just as they were about to leave, five police cars screeched to a halt, blocking their path.
“Don’t move, you bastards! Get out of the car.”
Detectives from the violent crimes unit swarmed out—corrupt cops who had taken bribes from the Heukgompa, tipping them off about raids while turning a blind eye to their crimes.
But now, they were making their move.
Tasers were aimed at Dohee and his men.
They raised their hands above their heads.
“You’re under arrest for the murder of Kim Myungjin. You have the right to remain silent, the right to an attorney, and anything you say can be used against you in court.”
The detective rattled off the Miranda rights like a rap verse.
Dohee was forced to his knees, hands cuffed behind his back.
He didn’t even know who Kim Myungjin was.
But with his family’s shady background, he figured someone connected to the organization must have gotten killed.
Gritting his teeth, he let himself be arrested without resistance.
The detectives started digging up the ground as if they’d been given exact coordinates.
A large travel suitcase emerged.
When they opened it, inside was a corpse dressed in a doctor’s coat—someone who couldn’t possibly be tied to the organization, a physician from the medical foundation run by OL Group.
He had fallen right into Jinwoo’s trap.
He’d be cleared of suspicion soon—he wasn’t the real culprit.
But if this got leaked to the press, even the mere accusation could jeopardize his father’s business.
The government might revoke the casino license they’d granted for the Jeju resort.
The thought of his father bowing to politicians and handing over money to protect his son made his chest feel like it was being torn apart.
His tall frame was roughly shoved into the police car, his head forced down awkwardly.
Clenching his teeth, Dohee burned with determination—he would amass more money and power than Yeo Jinwoo.
Meanwhile, Woohee, hospitalized due to illness, waited impatiently for Jinwoo to finish work.
Even if he insisted he was fine now and demanded to be discharged, it wouldn’t matter.
That wasn’t the real problem—the real issue was the lack of skinship and sex between them.
Jinwoo hadn’t touched him at all since he’d been readmitted after being discharged in just one day.
As a result, Woohee had gone a whole week without anything filling his hole.
This was an absolute tragedy.
He even started suspecting Jinwoo might be getting it on with some sexy, voluptuous secretary at work.
His anger flared up a dozen times a day, making him kick the blankets in frustration.
He wanted to get pregnant quickly and tie his master down, but when he annoyingly bought a pregnancy test from the convenience store, it showed a single line.
Even though he was a dominant omega in heat!
Damn it.
It must’ve been from overusing suppressants for so long.
When Jinwoo returned from work, he carried a paper bag from a Japanese restaurant.
Opening the bento box revealed grilled eel, glazed with bokbunja sauce.
“Aren’t you eating, Hyung?”
“You eat up, Woohee. Hyung’s been holding back for you.”
At least his interest hadn’t completely waned.
To keep his attention, Woohee put on an act, playing the delicate, timid herbivore.
Pretending to be scared, he curled up slightly and secretly rubbed his nipple against the foldable table attached to the hospital bed.
He kept his head bowed, picking at his rice grain by grain with his chopsticks.
He half-hoped Jinwoo would get frustrated and hand-feed him the eel, but nothing happened.
Instead, Jinwoo, sitting cross-legged in a chair while watching him eat, finally spoke up.
“Eat properly. That’s how you’ll get better.”
“Hyung… I think I might need to stay hospitalized longer.”
He tested the waters with a lie.
“You’re not sick. So why would you stay in the hospital?”
‘The more I act scared and reluctant, the more I’ll train you to get used to sex, Master.’
He pressed his lips together tightly, stifling a wicked smile.
Breathing slowly through his nose, he tried to calm his excitement.
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