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While Yeo Jinwoo was at the office, Yeo Woohee inevitably found himself needing to use the bathroom.
He had tried not to drink too much water, but as an omega, his bladder was small, making it difficult to hold it in for long.
He needed to inform Jinwoo using the monitored phone, but he could only send one of six preset messages:
“I love you.” “I miss you.” “Come home soon.” “I think I’m in heat.” “Please come to my room.” “Give me your cum.”
None of these conveyed his urgent need to pee.
The least absurd option was “I miss you,” so he sent it.
Immediately, a video call came through.
“Hyung! I really need to go to the bathroom.”
“Alright, go stand in front of the toilet.”
Following the command, Woohee hurried into the bathroom.
“Take off all your clothes.”
Just to relieve himself, he had to strip completely.
Jinwoo stopped him as he moved toward the toilet.
“This is a special permission only when I’m not there. Lift the toilet seat, stand, and pinch your nipples.”
“N-no, I don’t want to!”
“Then you don’t get to pee. If you dare disobey, I’ll pierce your cock and put a ring through it.”
“Eek!”
On the screen, Woohee trembled, clearly terrified. His heels fidgeted—he must have been holding it in for a while.
Jinwoo watched coldly, waiting for his omega to obey.
Finally, Woohee gave in.
He propped the phone on the toilet tank and stood naked in front of it, gripping his plump nipples with both hands.
“Pinch and pull them slowly. Good. Just like that.”
Following Jinwoo’s instructions, Woohee began teasing himself.
“Grab your chest firmly. Squeeze and shake them. Yeah, that’s pretty.”
Jinwoo spread his legs under his desk and unzipped his pants.
Seeing his beautiful omega, flushed and panting under his control, made his cock harden instantly.
He wrapped his hand around his thick length and stroked.
As Jinwoo’s hand moved faster, Woohee’s fingers grew bolder on his nipples.
Despite his innocent face, his large areolas and stiffening buds betrayed his arousal.
His lashes fluttered as he whimpered.
“Hng… ah… nn.”
Clear precum beaded at the tip of his catheter-pierced cock. Jinwoo licked his lips.
“Woohee, piss now.”
He wished Woohee would release immediately on command, but after holding it for so long, it took several seconds of straining before urine finally spurted out through the catheter.
Jinwoo stared intently at the tiny cock, mesmerized.
Even while urinating, Woohee didn’t stop stimulating his nipples.
Though he was merely obeying orders, the lewdness of it made it seem like he was enjoying it on his own.
“Hah… hnn…!”
Once finished, Woohee sobbed quietly, swallowing his moans.
His tear-streaked face, torn between shame and despair, only drove Jinwoo wild.
He wanted to lock this omega away, to be the only one who could ruin him like this.
“You should thank me properly.”
“Th-thank you, Hyung, for letting me pee… sniff…”
“Turn around and spread your hole. Let me see how wet you are.”
Jinwoo needed to check his progress.
Woohee grabbed his plump cheeks and pulled them apart, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh.
The tight, pink pucker—still untouched by any alpha—glistened obscenely, dripping slick.
Jinwoo smirked in satisfaction as the delicate rim twitched, oozing more translucent fluid.
Drip. The slick trailed down his inner thighs.
‘Soon, every time you piss, your ass will drip just from craving my cock.’
He was thrilled at how quickly Woohee’s body was changing.
Pure white paint loses its innocence with just a drop of black—and Woohee, in his naivety, was even easier to corrupt.
At this rate, he’d soon learn to spread his legs without being told.
Jinwoo’s ultimate goal was to make Woohee beg for it on his own.
After wiping his cum off with tissues, he blew kisses at the screen.
“You did so well, Woohee. I’ll bring you custard mille-feuille later.”
Even after being humiliated, Woohee’s cheeks pinkened at the promise of dessert.
Jinwoo’s chest swelled with affection—he truly didn’t know what to do with this omega.
Every smile from him was a gift.
Even when Woohee hung up without a word after getting what he wanted, Jinwoo wasn’t angry—just eager to leave work and hold him.
He stood, straightening his desk.
They needed to marry before his parents found out Woohee was infertile.
He’d already threatened the doctor, but as long as the hospital remained under the Yeo Group’s influence, the secret was safe.
Leaving his office, Jinwoo ordered his secretary to prepare a wedding venue.
If they married quickly, he could follow Woohee to the U.S. for his studies—buying them time to hide the infertility.
Yeo Jinwoo had planned to stay with Yeo Woohee in a cozy, secluded villa until the wedding preparations were complete.
The method to unseal a closed pheromone gland was simple: an omega continuously received pheromones from an alpha, and vice versa, through repeated sexual contact.
By absorbing as much of the other’s fluids and pheromones as possible and increasing the frequency of heats, the gland could be forced open.
So, Jinwoo considered this issue trivial—something easily fixed with his power.
Woohee would recover.
To minimize any imperfections, he intended to subject Woohee to intensive pheromone therapy until the wedding.
Even if the treatment wasn’t successful by then, it didn’t matter.
As long as he had Woohee, nothing else was important.
After submitting a request for an extended leave from work, he stopped by a favorite dessert café in Cheongdam-dong.
The small shop, with its floor-to-ceiling glass windows, was run solely by the owner.
Though they didn’t brew coffee, the faint aroma of coffee beans lingered in the air.
The owner recognized the handsome alpha in a suit who often stopped by after work for desserts.
“Welcome back. Did you like the cheesecake you bought last time?”
“Yes. Someone really enjoyed it.”
The owner didn’t know Jinwoo was the heir to the OL Group—clearly, they didn’t follow the news much.
Jinwoo scanned the display case.
It was late, and many items were already sold out.
He sighed deeply when he saw the custard mille-feuille was gone.
“Money isn’t an issue. I’d like to buy some custard mille-feuille. My omega is pregnant and craving it.”
Like most psychopaths, Jinwoo was skilled at lying to achieve his goals.
“I’ve always thought your omega must be so happy. In my three years running this shop, you’re the first devoted husband who stops by after work just to buy desserts for them. Congratulations on the pregnancy! How many would you like?”
“Six pieces, please.”
Touched by the image of such a caring, rational alpha husband, the owner asked him to wait briefly.
Jinwoo thanked them in a smooth, polite voice, playing the part of a sociable and well-mannered man.
Once the owner returned with the freshly made mille-feuille, Jinwoo took the pastry box and left.
Settling into the back seat of his waiting car, he checked the date on his phone.
‘Chairman Yeo and Kim Minjeong were returning to Korea tomorrow. I should take Woohee to the villa tonight.’
When the car arrived at the university hospital, he rode the elevator up to the ward, pastry box in hand.
The thought of Woohee’s delighted face made his heart race.
‘My adorable omega. My pretty omega. The omega whose hole only takes my cock.’
Every descriptor for Woohee carried the implicit meaning: ‘Mine.’
A bodyguard greeted him as he opened the hospital room door.
Woohee, who had been watching TV, turned and beamed at him—though those fox-like eyes were fixed on the box in his hands, not him.
Still, Jinwoo’s lips curled up naturally.
“Hyung!”
“Our Woohee. Why aren’t you waiting by the door?”
Woohee slipped out of bed, shuffled over in slippers, and obediently stood by the entrance like he’d been taught.
Jinwoo pulled him into an embrace, nuzzling his nape.
The scent of orchids—soft and sweet—rose from the omega, who hadn’t taken any suppressants.
“You’re back?”
“Yeah. Were you good while I was gone?”
“Mhm.”
Woohee answered distractedly, already tugging at the dessert box.
Jinwoo didn’t let go, using it as bait to lure him toward the bedside table.
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