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Before giving himself to Jinwoo, his younger brother had been raised so innocently that he wasn’t even allowed to watch movies or dramas freely on TV.
Slipping on the latex gloves, Jinwoo climbed onto the patient bed and carefully wiped Woohee’s glans with antiseptic.
He disinfected the catheter cap as well, sealing it carefully to prevent infection in that pretty cock.
After helping him into the new pants, he pulled the sobbing Woohee into his arms.
“Woohee-yah, it’s okay. You’ll get used to it soon.”
“Hic… Mom… hic… Dad…”
Jinwoo felt a pang of hurt that Woohee called for his parents but not for him.
Still, he didn’t push his beautiful omega too hard.
Our Woohee is too fragile—he can’t be handled roughly.
Just as Woohee was about to fall asleep in his arms after crying for a while, a knock came at the door—it was 6 PM.
“Vice President, your meal has arrived.”
“Come in.”
The bodyguard entered, left a paper bag, and exited.
Jinwoo unfolded a portable table and set out the food to feed Woohee.
It was the same eel rice bowl he had angrily refused to give him last time.
But unlike before, only the eel tails were included—a special order to nourish Woohee.
Jinwoo checked the paper bag and confirmed the presence of the carrot he had left uneaten at home.
He had specifically instructed them to bring it raw, worried that cooking it might lead to a substitution.
After closely examining the carrot’s shape, he confirmed it was the same one from yesterday.
Jinwoo began munching on it.
“Hyung!”
Woohee, recognizing the carrot, panicked and tried to snatch it away.
Jinwoo laughed at the adorable sight of Woohee flailing his arms while he held him at bay with one long arm.
“No! Don’t eat that!”
“Why not? It’s mine to eat. You focus on the eel.”
Pouting, Woohee reluctantly picked up an eel tail with his chopsticks.
The sweetly glazed tail was tender and chewy, the richness cut by the accompanying ginger slices.
Jinwoo watched with satisfaction as Woohee ate, quickly finishing the carrot himself.
Woohee’s heart couldn’t take it—his master devoured carrots like a stallion devours feed.
Even during training with eggplants, he ate everything he used on me.
Does he really like me that much?
“Listen while you eat. You keep collapsing, so you’re getting a full checkup tomorrow at 7 AM. No water after 11 PM tonight. If there’s anything else you want to eat, say it now.”
Swallowing his mouthful of eel and rice, Woohee said he didn’t want anything else.
But Jinwoo knew this wasn’t true—he had to reward him with something delicious.
If he just took his body and left it at that, Woohee might run away to clear his head.
Woohee’s suspicious eyes watched Jinwoo warily.
Jinwoo cleared the dishes and opened the fridge.
Instantly, Woohee’s face brightened.
Jinwoo found him so cute it was maddening.
He took out a strawberry cream cake from the box and placed it on the portable table.
Handing Woohee a fork, Jinwoo wrapped his arms around him from behind, groping his chest without protest.
Woohee obediently ate the cake, tangled in Jinwoo’s limbs.
Jinwoo watched him for a moment before kissing away the cream at the corner of his mouth.
“Was it hard for you, teaching me all this, Hyung?”
“Yeah…”
At the affectionate question, Woohee turned his resentful eyes to Jinwoo, as if to say it was so hard on me.
Jinwoo patted his butt soothingly.
Reassured, Woohee speared a strawberry with his fork and ate it.
He’s so pure, he probably doesn’t even realize what’s happening to him.
That’s why something as simple as cake and chocolate could melt his heart.
Jinwoo kissed Woohee again—his innocent, almost childlike lover when it came to sex.
“It’s just overwhelming because you’ve been pretending to be an alpha and missed out on training. Serves you right for hiding your secondary gender from me.”
Just because he’d nagged a little, Yeo Woohee pouted his lips as if displeased.
Yeo Jinwoo pressed his mouth again to those lips that seemed to beg for a kiss.
They tasted like sweet whipped cream.
Every time they kissed, the sweetness lingered, making him think that even if he took a big bite out of Woohee, it would only taste like sugar.
He tried to take Woohee, who had just eaten a sweet dessert, to the bathroom to brush his teeth.
But Woohee, terrified, dragged his feet, refusing to go.
Jinwoo grabbed his wrist and forcibly pulled him inside.
A little fear was good for making him obedient, but outright resistance was a problem.
He’d have to reward him better in the future to reduce his fear of training.
After squeezing toothpaste onto the toothbrush, Jinwoo told Woohee to open his mouth.
When they finished brushing without incident, he could feel Woohee relaxing, his wariness fading.
“Woohee, Hyung brushed your teeth for you. Don’t you have something to say?”
“Uh… Thank you, Hyung.”
“You should also give me a kiss on the cheek.”
Though it was more like a perfunctory peck, Jinwoo was still overjoyed.
Smiling, he lay down with Woohee on the hospital bed.
“Hyung, am I going to sleep already?”
“You need lots of rest when you’re sick.”
Woohee wasn’t actually sick anywhere—he just couldn’t bring himself to say that he’d been too lost in thought to sleep and had dozed off mid-activity.
Reluctantly, he closed his eyes and counted two hundred sheep.
Then, in his dream, he rode a horse naked along the beach with Jinwoo.
Every time the horse galloped, Jinwoo’s cock stabbed the entrance of his womb, making him sob in pain.
Drooling, he wondered when he’d ever make this dream a reality.
Now that the riding machine was back in his room, maybe if he could just control Jinwoo’s anger properly…
“Woohee, time for your check-up. Wake up.”
The moment he woke up, a handsome face was looking down at him.
Still dazed, he stared up until Jinwoo’s laughter snapped him back to reality.
“What kind of dream were you having? You’ve drooled all over yourself.”
Jinwoo wiped the dried drool from the corner of his mouth with his thumb.
Embarrassed, Woohee covered his face with his hands.
But even like this, Jinwoo called him cute, pulling him close and stroking his messy hair, making Woohee’s heart race.
He was growing fonder of him by the minute.
Burying his face in Jinwoo’s shoulder, Woohee felt the urge to bite his nape.
Even though he knew Jinwoo refused to exchange mutual imprints to keep “Lee Woohee” a secret from his parents, his feelings had deepened to the point where it stung.
Though the family register listed him as Yeo Woohee, imprints revealed one’s true name, so Jinwoo had no choice if he wanted to keep using it to control him.
It was a leash Woohee had handed him himself—he’d just have to endure it.
“Vice President, are we running late?”
“No, I’m ready.”
A bodyguard outside hurried them.
Woohee answered quickly.
He didn’t know what would become of them, living as fake brothers, but now wasn’t the time—it was time for his medical check-up.
He got up from the bed and left the room.
Woohee had his blood pressure taken and blood drawn.
They said he needed a urine test, but since he still had a catheter inserted, they decided he’d bring a sample later.
After the endoscopy, he had an ultrasound on his pheromone glands.
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