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Jinwoo, misreading the expression, thought it meant Woohee was recovering well.
“Woohee. Did you really think you could sleep with a pure Alpha and just walk away?”
Jinwoo shamelessly said this in front of the doctor.
Woohee hugged himself with crossed arms and began to sob.
He wouldn’t let Jinwoo act like the sole victim.
“Hic… sniff… it wasn’t Woohee’s fault… Hyung forced Woohee…”
Woohee’s Oscar-worthy performance made the doctor awkwardly avert his gaze.
“So what? That doesn’t change the fact that I lost my virginity to you.”
Jinwoo, still utterly shameless, clicked his tongue and wiped Woohee’s tears with a handkerchief.
“Just give up already. What’s really the difference between marrying me and living together as brothers?”
They were completely different things.
But Jinwoo’s casual way of treating the two options as the same confused even the doctor.
He climbed into the bed, wrapped an arm around Woohee, and kissed the tear-stained spot on his cheek.
“Think carefully, Woohee. You want to stay in the same house, loved by Mom and Dad, right?”
“…Yeah.”
“Then you have to marry me. So we can be a real family.”
“……”
Woohee pouted stubbornly, clearly not falling for such a dumb trick.
Jinwoo thought his Omega was just too clever for his own good.
But if he kept repeating it like brainwashing, surely it’d work eventually.
For now, he hugged Woohee close, comforting him.
“Doctor, bring some headache medicine for Woohee. My Omega says his head hurts.”
“Yes, understood.”
“Hyung, I’m fine…”
Woohee, who had been clinging to Yeo Jinwoo like a baby koala, lifted his head.
“What do you mean ‘I’m fine’? Do you have any idea how awful you looked? Stop arguing and take your medicine.”
“No… I don’t want to. Let go.”
“Honestly, you’re such a coward. Don’t worry—I won’t touch you until you’re better.”
Yeo Jinwoo pressed his lips to Woohee’s swollen cheek.
The doctor carefully closed the door and left the room, muttering to himself, “He’s completely lost it.” What kind of man acts like this with his own younger brother?
The bodyguards exchanged knowing glances at the doctor’s quiet remark.
Uncomfortable, the doctor quickly retreated down the hallway.
“Hyung, I need to use the bathroom.”
Since Yeo Jinwoo had him wrapped tightly in his arms, Woohee needed permission just to leave the bed.
Yeo Jinwoo obediently released him.
As Woohee slipped on the slippers by the floor and headed to the bathroom, Yeo Jinwoo followed.
“Hyung, I need to pee. Get out.”
When Woohee pushed at his stomach to shove him away, Yeo Jinwoo asked if he’d regret it.
Woohee didn’t know why, but something ominous made him stop.
He pulled down his hospital pants—only to find a small metal bead embedded in the tip of his cock.
“Huh… Wha—?”
Yeo Jinwoo explained that he’d need to remove the plug to pee, then calmly washed his hands with soap at the sink.
“I don’t like this. Take it out.”
“Woohee, you’re going to be a dad soon. How long are you going to keep acting like an Alpha? No Omega lives as recklessly as you. They all ask their Alphas for permission before they pee.”
The nonsense was astounding.
Anyone listening would think Omegas in this world really had to get their Alphas’ approval just to piss.
The words of a control freak like Yeo Jinwoo were truly something else.
“Don’t worry. Hyung will train you for just a week. If you keep it in too long, you’ll get a urethral infection.”
According to him, after a week of needing permission to pee—even after the catheter was removed—Woohee would be conditioned to keep asking. “Unbelievable,” Woohee thought.
Yeo Jinwoo told him to brace himself against the wall.
Woohee had no idea what was coming, but he was strangely excited.
He pushed his pants down to his ankles, stuck out his hips, and waited.
“Hngh?”
His ass was spread open, and a finger pushed inside.
Why was he being fingered when he just needed to pee?
“Look at you, Woohee—so wet already. And I haven’t even released any pheromones yet.”
Yeo Jinwoo scrubbed his inner walls like he was cleaning tile grout.
The slick sounds of fingers thrusting echoed in the bathroom.
Woohee rocked his hips back, trying to take the fingers deeper, rubbing his chest against the wall.
The stimulation made his need to pee even more urgent.
“Nngh, Hyung… I really need to go.”
“Hold it. It’s only been thirty seconds.”
The pink hole clung tightly to Yeo Jinwoo’s fingers.
Kneeling on the bathroom floor—unbefitting of his noble status—he watched how Woohee’s entrance stretched and sucked him in.
Thin slick dripped like tears down Woohee’s high nose and cheeks.
Some even splashed onto Yeo Jinwoo’s eyelids, but he didn’t blink, too focused on spreading and exploring the flushed flesh.
The delicate, petal-like entrance darkened to a deep red from the friction.
Yeo Jinwoo hooked a finger inside, stretching it wider, then pressed his tongue against the twitching hole, biting lightly around the rim.
“Ah—! Hyung, no! Stop!”
Ignoring him, Yeo Jinwoo lapped at the entrance, his thick tongue laving over the velvety inner walls.
When Woohee tried to squirm away, Yeo Jinwoo hooked a finger inside, stretching him ruthlessly.
“Hngg—! No! Take it out!”
Woohee’s Omega pheromones exploded from the overstimulation.
Yeo Jinwoo, who had meant to train him, was hit by the backlash instead. His cock strained painfully in his pants.
He smacked Woohee’s ass—once—to stop his struggling.
“Stay still.”
With his Omega finally quiet, Yeo Jinwoo unzipped his pants, sighing in relief.
His cock was fully hard, twitching like a snake charmed by a flute.
He ignored it, focusing instead on eating Woohee out, fingers working relentlessly inside, stroking carefully to avoid hurting him.
“Ngh… Nn… Ah…”
Yeo Jinwoo released his Alpha pheromones.
The pain melted into pleasure, and Woohee’s moans turned sweet as another gush of slick spilled out.
Yeo Jinwoo’s scent wasn’t like Woohee’s sugary floral aroma.
His was the crisp, cool air of a moss-covered forest, laced with the metallic tang of iron.
Sometimes, he imagined it like this: a hidden basement in a secluded forest cabin, with one tiny window.
If he locked his beloved Omega there, would the scent of that place match his pheromones?
“Ah—! Hyung, I—I’m gonna pee!”
Yeo Jinwoo pulled his fingers and tongue free, positioning Woohee over the toilet.
He held his cock from behind, removing the catheter plug.
Woohee trembled as he finally relieved himself—but the moan that escaped him wasn’t from relief.
It was the broken cry of someone pushed to the edge of pleasure.
Yellow urine trickled out at first—then a clear, thin stream arched into the toilet, splashing into the water below.
Yeo Jinwoo helped Yeo Woohee finish by shaking his cock thoroughly so he wouldn’t feel any lingering discomfort.
When Woohee’s trembling legs threatened to give out, Jinwoo caught him with his own body, holding him steady.
He looked down at Woohee’s flushed cheeks, his breath coming out in hot, ragged gasps.
“Pretty… our Woohee.”
If a peach suddenly turned into a person, it would be Woohee.
It was mesmerizing how his entire body flushed pink.
Jinwoo washed his hands thoroughly at the sink, then peeled off Woohee’s soiled hospital pants, which had been dirtied when he slid to the floor.
“Go lie down on the bed. I’ll get you new pants.”
Jinwoo laid the dazed Woohee on the bed and opened the hospital door just enough to slip out.
After quickly shutting it behind him, he instructed the bodyguards not to let anyone in.
He then went to the nurse’s station to get antiseptic and sterilized latex gloves.
Opening a locker above the laundry bin in the hallway, he grabbed a fresh pair of hospital pants.
By the time Jinwoo returned, Woohee still hadn’t regained his senses—he must have been in shock.
It made sense.
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