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What his Master didn’t know was that he had spent the past week in the hospital building up his stamina, taking walks in the garden three times a day.
He could already feel the difference—his once-soft body had grown firmer, unlike when he’d done nothing but study.
Though his unintended weight loss had displeased Yeo Jinwoo, as a submissive, passing out during sex was no longer acceptable.
He had his own pride, after all.
Taking his Master’s punishments well and bringing him pleasure was the bare minimum expected of someone in his position.
Thanks to being left alone, his swollen hole and stiffened nipples had finally settled.
The days of being a weak, pathetic mess were over.
The next time he got the chance, he would serve his Master with absolute devotion.
Yeo Woohee had spent his spare time crafting the perfect scheme.
Opportunities didn’t come to those who just waited.
To make Jinwoo think he’d taken emergency contraceptive pills, he’d tossed a few pills into the toilet and hidden the packet under his pillow.
Once discovered, Jinwoo would fly into a rage and punish him—exactly what he wanted.
‘How can I make it look natural?’
He imagined the scene in his head—casually letting Jinwoo find the hidden pills, then pretending to resist with a pillow before getting caught.
“Hyung, I… uh… I’d rather you not do that to me.”
Jinwoo let out a mocking chuckle.
Naive Woohee still thought he was safe just because he’d been hospitalized, untouched.
But that wasn’t the case at all.
Like the witch fattening up Hansel and Gretel, Jinwoo had only been letting him recover.
He sneered at Woohee, who remained oblivious to the darkness lurking beneath his hyung’s surface.
“You don’t want to take my cock in your hole, is that it? Fine. Should I tell our parents they’ve been raising a fake son all this time?”
“N-no…” Woohee’s voice wavered.
Jinwoo uncrossed his legs.
Seeing him stand, Woohee curled into himself, hands clutching his head.
“Look here, Yoo Woohee. You want to keep playing the beloved son despite not sharing a drop of blood with them? Then pay the price. Don’t you know ‘give and take’? What happened to the top student who aced everything?”
His knuckles rapped sharply on the folding table as he spoke with cold formality, as if addressing a stranger.
Woohee buried his face between his knees and sobbed, the sound of his sniffling filling the room.
The omega’s fragility only stoked the alpha’s innate desire to dominate.
“Hic… sniff… h-hyung…”
“Did you really think a few days without me touching you would reset everything?”
Jinwoo grabbed the eel rice bowl from the table and hurled it to the floor.
“Eek! S-scary…”
Truly terrifying people didn’t announce it, but Woohee played his part, delivering his lines for effect.
Jinwoo flipped the folding table aside and climbed onto the bed.
Woohee’s eyes widened in exaggerated fear.
“D-don’t come closer, Hyung!”
He grabbed the pillow behind him and swung.
Jinwoo let himself get hit a few times—it didn’t hurt—before snatching it away and tossing it aside.
“Woohee-ya, if you really want to stop me, use a knife next time, not a pillow.”
He shoved Woohee down onto the bed, pinning him under his weight.
His muscular thighs trapped Woohee in place as he locked the slender wrists above his head.
Woohee’s eyes darted around—he couldn’t feel the pill box beneath the pillow.
“What? Scared I’ll find your emergency contraceptives?”
“…Hah!”
He had meant to get caught, but he hadn’t expected Jinwoo to already know.
A sharp inhale escaped him.
Jinwoo, teetering on the edge of explosion, took a deep breath.
When he’d found the pregnancy test strip wrapped in tissue in the hospital bathroom, he’d nearly lost it—almost dragging Woohee back to the villa to lock him away forever.
But because he genuinely loved this omega, he settled for just a little discipline.
He’d raised Woohee to be obedient and fearful from childhood.
A small punishment would be enough to get the message across.
By now, the glass display case in his room would have been cleared of chocolate boxes, replaced with all sorts of perverse toys, waiting for their owner’s return.
Jinwoo smoothly stepped off the bed.
“Get up. We’re discharging you right now.”
“But…”
“I won’t ask twice.”
Woohee squirmed but eventually climbed down.
Jinwoo grabbed his wrist, still clad in hospital clothes and slippers, and dragged him out.
He barked at the bodyguards outside to prepare the car.
One of them sprinted ahead to start the engine before they even reached the parking lot.
Woohee stumbled after Jinwoo, dazed eyes fixed on the back of his head, as if drunk on his dominating presence.
Upon hearing the young master was returning home, the servants lined up in front of the entrance, waiting nervously.
With Chairwoman Yeo and Kim Minjeong away on overseas business, there was no one left to temper Yeo Jinwoo’s rage.
Like palace servants trembling before a mad tyrant, they bowed their heads and clasped their hands respectfully.
The sound of the door lock disengaging made their hearts clench in fear.
The moment the entrance door swung open violently, they bent at the waist in unison, nearly ninety degrees.
“Welcome home, Executive Director.”
“All of you—get out. Every last one of you.”
For a moment, the servants froze like malfunctioning robots, unable to process the command.
Head Butler Kang bit his lip in pity as he caught sight of the fox-like Woohee being dragged inside by Jinwoo.
Regaining their senses, the servants hurried out with cautious, shuffling steps, careful not to further provoke the young master.
Jinwoo, who had been suppressing his anger the entire way home, tilted his head back and exhaled deeply, staring at the ceiling.
“Haa… Woohee, hyung’s been holding back for so long that I can’t control myself anymore. Crawl over here and suck my cock to help me calm down.”
“H-hik… H-heuk… Ugh…”
Woohee shook his head, tears streaming. Jinwoo barked, “Hurry up!”
“N-no… I don’t want to…”
Woohee stumbled back, but Jinwoo grabbed the loose hospital gown and yanked him forward.
The fabric slid off one shoulder, exposing delicate collarbones and smooth skin.
Jinwoo’s dark eyes glinted with greed and lust, his gaze ravenous as it roamed over Woohee’s flushed, pretty body.
Breathing heavily, Jinwoo impatiently undid the buttons of the hospital gown.
As the garment slipped away, some of his anger faded.
How could he stay mad at this lovely, adorable omega?
His large hands groped the omega’s soft chest—flat yet plush, perfectly optimized for pregnancy, as expected of a dominant omega.
He reined in his emotions, staring down at the trembling, sobbing boy beneath him.
Unlike betas, dominant omegas were fertile year-round, even outside their heat cycles.
They could go into heat anytime under an alpha’s influence.
At just twenty-one, Woohee didn’t need to bear a child yet.
Pregnancy was just a means to claim Woohee as his own.
Abusing him over it would be wrong.
Wanting to comfort his crying omega, Jinwoo bent down—only for Woohee to flinch and scramble back, falling hard on his rear.
“Mom! Dad!”
Watching Woohee desperately sprint toward the master bedroom to escape him, Jinwoo acknowledged that book smarts and street smarts were two different things.
The fool didn’t even realize his parents were overseas.
Jinwoo grabbed a fistful of Woohee’s hair, yanking him back.
“Aahk!”
Woohee sobbed, struggling to pry Jinwoo’s grip loose.
Jinwoo had truly intended to be a gentler alpha.
But this was all the stupid omega’s fault.
“I told you—the only one who can save you in this house is me.”
“H-hic… S-sniff…”
Tears the size of marbles rolled down Woohee’s big, round eyes.
Jinwoo wanted nothing more than to pull him close and soothe him—but he didn’t.
His harsh training was to spare Woohee greater suffering later.
His punishments were to prevent worse consequences.
If Woohee ever made a grave mistake, he’d lose his freedom forever—and his body wouldn’t remain intact.
Overflowing with possessive love, Jinwoo released a crushing wave of alpha pheromones, forcing Woohee’s body to react.
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