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After rushing around all morning, he returned to his room to find Jinwoo waiting, already changed into a fresh suit.
He was glad Jinwoo hadn’t silently left for work while he was gone.
Checking the time on his phone, Jinwoo prepared disinfectant on the table and put on latex gloves.
“Since Woohee can’t open the cap himself, I’ll do it before I go to the office. And every time you go to the bathroom, you’ll video call me so I can watch you pee.”
Woohee hesitated before cautiously lying down on the bed.
Trying his best to look embarrassed, he pulled down his pants.
When he didn’t answer the order about video calls, Jinwoo glared sharply.
“No response?”
“…Yes. Understood.”
Jinwoo unscrewed the catheter cap and wiped the tip with disinfectant before storing the cap in its leather case.
Looking down, Woohee’s cock, usually a pretty pink, had darkened to a deep red.
The hole also seemed looser than before.
“Hyung, Hyung… Can’t you just take this out? I’ll listen to everything you say from now on. I’ll do whatever you tell me. I’ll even ask for permission every time I pee. Please, just take it out.”
Woohee begged with a trembling voice, scared by the change in color.
But it was only temporary.
Patients recovering from surgery often had catheters inserted to drain urine into a bag.
Jinwoo had consulted extensively with the doctor—this was part of Woohee’s bladder training.
Shaking off Woohee’s desperate grip, he said:
“Get up. We need to collect a urine sample.”
Tears streaming down his face, Woohee stepped off the bed, his pants now off.
The hospital gown barely covered his cock and ass, swaying slightly as he moved.
“Bite the gown.”
Watching Jinwoo’s stern expression, Woohee rolled up the gown and held it in his mouth, exposing his cute navel and nipples.
Instead of the bathroom, Jinwoo held a clear plastic cup (provided by the nurse) under Woohee’s cock.
Even though the windows were covered with thick blackout curtains, Woohee was terrified at the thought of doing this outside the bathroom and fidgeted nervously.
“I don’t want to do it here. I want to go to the bathroom.”
“Enough talking. Let’s go. I have to get to work.”
He grabbed the cock with his latex-gloved hand.
“Ah—!”
Yeo Woohee flinched and pulled his knees together.
Piss splashed into the plastic cup with a trickling sound.
Once the urine sample was collected, he sealed the cup tightly with its matching lid.
He peeled off the latex gloves and tossed them into the trash.
“Woohee, you’ll be okay on your own, right? I’ll be back after work.”
He spread his arms and waited.
Reluctantly, Woohee leaned into Yeo Jinwoo’s embrace, wrapping his arms around his waist.
“Come back soon, hyung.”
Yeo Jinwoo lingered, watching Woohee pull on his hospital pants—no underwear underneath—before finally stepping out of the room.
After submitting the urine sample at the nurse’s station, he headed to the Omega Traits Department to hear Woohee’s test results before work.
He could’ve just summoned the doctor to the VIP room, but the call about abnormal pheromone glands had unsettled him.
Unlike the other patients waiting for hours, Yeo Jinwoo walked straight into the examination room.
The doctor behind the desk shot to his feet and bowed deeply.
“Good morning, Executive Director.”
“Sit.”
He spoke arrogantly and took the seat across from the doctor.
The doctor, visibly nervous, explained that Woohee’s pheromone glands were only half-functional.
“It seems he’s been overdosing on suppressants since childhood.”
“We ran a DNA test—he’s a dominant omega. Shouldn’t that mean there’s no issue?”
He’d heard plenty of stories about suppressants causing infertility, but Woohee didn’t seem affected.
He produced slick just fine, and his pheromones weren’t weak like a recessive’s.
So Yeo Jinwoo hadn’t been worried.
But the doctor’s opinion was the complete opposite.
Pulling up a foreign research paper on his computer, he showed Yeo Jinwoo the title: “Adolescent Omega Suppressant Abuse and Infertility.”
Yeo Jinwoo gritted his teeth.
“In his current state, pregnancy is impossible. The only reason he hasn’t degraded into a beta is because he’s a dominant omega.”
The shock left Yeo Jinwoo speechless.
Logically, he didn’t care if Woohee was infertile—but his vision still whited out for a moment.
Still, abandoning Woohee was out of the question.
If they couldn’t have kids, they’d just live happily together without them.
The real problem was Chairman Yeo.
If he found out, he’d never accept Woohee so easily again.
The Yeo family lineage—passed down through the OL Group—would end with Yeo Jinwoo.
And the Yeo’s were no ordinary chaebol.
They were an aristocratic clan that bred only dominant traits to maintain superior bloodlines.
There was no way they’d tolerate an infertile omega, especially not one like Woohee.
Even if Yeo Jinwoo overturned the family to marry him, they’d just shove a surrogate into his bed during rut.
Woohee wasn’t just some poor omega from a random family.
He was the son of a maid who’d deceived the household and raised him as Chairman Yeo’s child.
But in truth, he was a stranger’s son—his mother a hostess bar madam.
No matter how you spun it, his origins were a fatal weakness.
Yeo Jinwoo had sworn to bury that secret forever.
“If word gets out that Woohee’s infertile, killing you will be the easiest thing I’ve ever done.”
Who’d ever mistake this Yeo Jinwoo for some corporate salaryman?
A gangster, maybe.
The doctor paled under the alpha’s murderous aura.
Desperate to placate him, he scrambled to offer hopeful cases and treatment options.
“There are cases overseas where dominant omegas had fully closed pheromone glands as minors, turned beta, but recovered after pheromone therapy with a dominant alpha and even conceived. If you take good care of your fiancé, I believe full recovery is possible.”
“What’s pheromone therapy?” Yeo Jinwoo asked.
“Just share a bed during rut.”
“Right. Anything else to watch out for?”
“Absolutely no more suppressants. And avoid contraceptives if possible.”
Suppressants—though they sealed pheromone glands and caused infertility—weren’t banned because they prevented worse tragedies.
Without them, alphas in rut raped omegas, and omegas in heat clung to anyone, leading to unwanted pregnancies.
The drugs had saved them all in one stroke.
So despite the infertility risk, outlawing them wasn’t an option.
But since they were monthly necessities, the cost burden was heavy.
The underprivileged often resorted to illegal synthetics with worse side effects.
Now that suppressants were sold freely at pharmacies and convenience stores, trait-bearers had gained freedom—but light always cast shadows.
Woohee was just one of many omega patients suffering the consequences.
The doctor handed Yeo Jinwoo a guidebook for partners of omegas with pheromone gland issues.
He flipped through it immediately.
The later pages were packed with success stories—omegas who’d conceived with their alpha’s help.
“Woohee passes out every time we have sex. Is that from suppressants too?”
The doctor blinked rapidly at the blunt question.
Just how much were they doing…?
He turned to his monitor to hide his fluster.
“That’s likely due to constitutional weakness.”
“Right. You don’t know how delicate our Woohee is. He even had a nosebleed the other day. Tch.”
Yeo Jinwoo tucked the guidebook into his bag.
As he left the examination room, his face was steeled with resolve.
If anyone tried to tear them apart over this—no matter who they were—he wouldn’t let them get away with it.
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