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The omega’s entrance clenched, slick soaking through the thin patient pants.
“Stand up straight.”
“Hah… Nngh… H-hik…”
Woohee, drunk on pheromones and slipping into heat, couldn’t steady himself.
“Take them off.”
“B-but what if someone sees…?”
“No one’s home for a while. I said take them off.”
Yeo Woohee panted roughly, his face flushed red as he tugged down his elastic-waist pants.
When he slid off his gray drawers, slick arousal trickled from his entrance down his inner thighs.
“Woohee, hyung gave you plenty of chances. But you kept refusing to listen, kept acting out, kept rejecting my cock. A disobedient thing like you doesn’t deserve to be treated like a person. Understood?”
Yeo Jinwoo’s cold gaze bore into the naked Woohee as he ordered him to get on all fours.
Woohee glanced around warily, uneasy about having sex right in the living room.
“You’re not my little brother anymore—you’re my cute Pomeranian now. Come here, Shu-Shu. Time for dinner.”
The pet name Shu-Shu was a term of endearment the French often used for lovers, meaning sweetheart.
Not that the terrified Woohee would ever know.
Yeo Jinwoo, having overturned the dinner table earlier, now moved to feed his starving omega.
He commanded Woohee to crawl on all fours after him.
The marble floor scraped his knees red, and Woohee rubbed them gingerly.
Clicking his tongue, Yeo Jinwoo scooped him up effortlessly and carried him to the dining area—only to set him on the floor, not the table, and place a flat dish in front of him.
Yeo Jinwoo poured out chocolate cereal shaped like little peas onto the plate.
It looked convincingly like dog food.
He’d originally bought it as a treat for good behavior, never expecting to use it like this.
He’ll probably go crazy for the sweetness—it’s his first time trying this cereal.
Woohee stared up at him, shocked.
“Shu-Shu. Eat your food.”
“Hyung, I’m sorry… Woohee was wrong.”
Tears welled in Woohee’s eyes as he hesitated, genuinely believing it was dog food.
“Dogs don’t talk,” Yeo Jinwoo said flatly, opening the fridge.
He rummaged through the vegetable drawer and pulled out a thick carrot.
Though already washed, he rinsed it again in the sink.
“You’re not a person—you’re a stupid dog who can’t understand words. So if you act human, you’ll be punished. Go on, try speaking again. Let’s see what happens.”
He shoved the carrot into Woohee’s hole, the once-flushed entrance now back to its innocent pink after resting, as if it had never been debauched.
Yeo Jinwoo twisted the carrot inside, determined to strip away that false purity.
“Ah—ah! Ahn!”
“Dogs don’t whine like that.”
“H-huff… Huff… W-wan… Wan…”
Woohee choked back sobs, forcing out a dog’s bark before burying his tear-streaked face into the plate.
“Shu-Shu, eat.”
Woohee hesitantly licked at the brown “kibble”—only to freeze when the sweet chocolate flavor hit his tongue.
Ah… What do I do? What am I supposed to do with this man?
He’d prepared cereal in Woohee’s favorite chocolate flavor, pretending it was dog food.
What Woohee had thought was hellfire love turned out to be as warm as bathwater.
Shu-Shu eagerly lapped up the chocolate cereal, his fake tears forgotten, while his hole noisily worked on the carrot.
Once the plate was clean, he lifted his head proudly, like a pet seeking praise. Yeo Jinwoo stroked his walnut-sized head affectionately.
It was the perfect dog play—so perfect Woohee could imagine living like this forever.
Yeo Woohee, with little bells clipped to his nipples, couldn’t sleep—just like a student before an entrance exam.
It felt like being asked: “Do you want to follow your dreams in a major with no job prospects, or choose a field you hate but guarantees employment?”
While others dreamed of romantic movie scenes—waking up to a handsome man bringing them breakfast after sex—Yeo Woohee had always fantasized about becoming the alarm clock that woke his Master.
But instead, he was now trying to pretend he resisted Yeo Jinwoo’s advances—to be used and tossed around just right.
If he voluntarily shoved a cock inside himself and Yeo Jinwoo took that as a sign of emotional openness and got all soft and caring?
Disaster.
That’d be a nightmare.
He’d worked so hard to get here—why ruin the happiness?
So, on his first morning being called Shu-shu, he spent a long time thinking in the pitch-dark room, unsure what to do.
Yeo Jinwoo, completely unaware of the turmoil in his sub’s head, slept soundly like a statue.
As Yeo Woohee wrestled with his tangled thoughts, the sun began to rise.
Damn it.
He hadn’t slept a wink.
He scrambled to try and fall asleep but then hesitated.
‘Maybe if I act as the alarm clock just this once, then keep pushing him away, I can keep things the way they are.’
Rubbing his dry eyes, he sat up.
Letting the chance slip by would be too much of a waste.
He pulled the blanket off Yeo Jinwoo and gently played with the limp cock beneath, coaxing it to life with his hand.
He rubbed the cock against his face, openly showing the rapture of a heat-crazed Omega.
It was impressive even before it was fully hard—bigger than his face.
He sniffed deeply, reveling in the raw male scent.
Alpha pheromones were nice, but nothing beat the plain old smell of cock.
He rubbed it over the curves of his face—along his cheekbones, his eyelids—then raised his hips.
Carefully aligning the tip of the cock to his entrance, he squatted down.
God, it was incredible.
This—this was what made omegaverse so intoxicating: a world overrun by top-tier Alphas with monster dicks.
His mouth watered without him even doing anything.
As he lowered himself, the slick inner lining of his hole clung to the cock and got pushed inside.
Back straight, he slowly rode upward.
The inner walls gripped the cock like suction, drawing bits of membrane out into the air as he lifted himself.
His movements, at first slow, grew faster.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
He massaged the half-hard cock with his inner walls, helping it grow rigid.
His mind went blank as he bounced faster, addicted to the sensation of it hardening inside him.
“Mmm… ahh… ngh.”
The bells on his nipples jingled noisily. Yeo Jinwoo, stirred by the sweet sound, opened his eyes, dazed with happiness.
There was Yeo Woohee, straddling him and taking his cock in willingly, using his hole to wake him up.
Yeo Jinwoo, thinking his Omega had finally accepted him, decided to be kinder.
He looked up at Yeo Woohee’s face—then paused.
His pale face had turned gaunt overnight.
The shadows under his eyes made him look outright sick.
His lips were dry and peeling, and his movements had slowed considerably.
The slender arms bracing on his abdomen wobbled as if they could collapse any moment.
His nipples, swollen and red from the clips, looked sore and pained.
With every movement, his pale chest bounced and the bells chimed.
Yeo Jinwoo could feel how desperately he was trying not to disappoint him.
When Yeo Woohee saw Yeo Jinwoo was awake, he gave a weak smile—then collapsed forward.
“Woohee!”
Panicked, Yeo Jinwoo quickly pulled his cock out of Yeo Woohee’s hole.
Despite not using any Alpha pheromones, his Omega was soaking wet with arousal.
But Yeo Jinwoo didn’t even think to wipe off his cock—he focused only on the unconscious Yeo Woohee.
Ever since their bodies had first been forcibly joined, Yeo Woohee had repeatedly fainted, been hospitalized, worn down.
Yeo Jinwoo knew how fragile he was—but last night, he’d treated him like a dog, rough and merciless. Of course this would happen.
He pressed his ear to Yeo Woohee’s chest to check for a heartbeat.
A faint breath passed through his nose. He laid a hand on his forehead—hot.
Dashing into the bathroom, he wet a towel with cold water and laid it across his forehead.
“Woohee, wake up. Hey… does it hurt a lot?”
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