Defile me, says the Villain chapter 70

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Carrying a secret no one would ever understand, Woohee stepped out of the black van.

He looked down, avoiding Dohee’s gaze full of concern and guilt.

Dohee got out after him and rang the intercom at the gate.

“Go on in, Woohee. And if you ever need help—take my hand.”

If this were a BL novel where Kang Dohee was the main character, his keywords would’ve been “gentle seme” and “devoted seme.”

He didn’t suit someone like Woohee, but he was a good guy.

“Thanks, Dohee.”

That was all Woohee could manage. He turned toward the gate as it opened.

But then—the sound of tires skidding, followed by a blast of Alpha pheromones full of rage.

As an Omega, Woohee’s knees gave out, and he began trembling uncontrollably.

The way the area around Yeo Jinwoo seemed darker—it had to be just his imagination.

Jinwoo pulled a knuckle duster from his suit pocket and slipped it onto his hand.

Then his fist flew at Kang Dohee.

“You think you can just steal what’s mine?”

To Yeo Jinwoo, Woohee wasn’t a person.

He was property.

A textbook case of Ultra Dominant Alpha and possessive obsession.

Dohee touched the torn corner of his lip, spat blood to the ground.

Woohee rushed to him, horrified.

“Dohee!”

Some part of Dohee almost didn’t mind getting hit if it meant Woohee cared about him.

That smooth forehead was scrunched up, eyes brimming with tears.

One fell from the mole beneath his right eye and slid down his cheek.

Thugs waiting inside the van came out with weapons, but Dohee silently shook his head.

He couldn’t kill Woohee’s brother in front of him.

If he was going to do it, it had to look like an accident.

“Woohee, move. Don’t tell me you two fucked in that van?”

“Hyung! Dohee’s my friend. He saved my life when I was a kid! He didn’t kidnap me—he was just bringing me home.”

Jinwoo looked down at Woohee like a proud owner amused by his yappy little Pomeranian.

“Right, I was gonna kill the bastard, but he put my property back in place. That’s the only reason he’s still breathing. Otherwise, do you think I’d stop at just a punch?”

“…Hngh.”

Woohee bowed his head, sobbing, eyes red.

Jinwoo, worried that Woohee might get hurt in a fight with Dohee, coaxed him gently.

“Go on inside, Woohee. I’ll just give this bastard a few more hits and be right in.”

Yeo Jinwoo effortlessly lifted Yeo Woohee like moving luggage and set him down at the front gate.

Then, without hesitation, he landed another punch on Kang Dohee’s face with his knuckles.

Dohee tried to trip Jinwoo by hooking his foot, but it didn’t work.

Jinwoo calmly sidestepped, avoiding it with ease.

With a stance suggesting he’d trained in boxing, Jinwoo raised his guard and threw a heavy punch.

Though it looked like a simple swing, the wind it sliced through was sharp.

The face of Kang Dohee, captain of the underground university judo club—a guy who never lost a fight—was left in ruins.

Regaining his senses, Dohee lashed out with a kick, planning to catch Jinwoo off guard if he dodged.

But Jinwoo didn’t dodge.

Instead, he grabbed Dohee’s ankle mid-air.

“You little brat, think you can get away with challenging me?”

With Dohee’s leg still suspended in the air, Jinwoo looked like he was about to strike between his spread legs.

But Dohee jumped with his grounded foot and kicked Jinwoo’s chin.

Both of them fell to the ground at the same time.

“Damn it. You start crawling up the second I go easy on you.”

Furious, Jinwoo wrapped his arm around Dohee’s neck in a chokehold.

With his strength, if he kept choking like that, Dohee might actually die.

Woohee rushed over and clung to Jinwoo, trying to pull him away.

“Hyung, please! Stop! If this keeps up, Dohee will die!”

“Woohee, I want him dead.”

“Hhng… hic… hngh… I’ll be good. I’ll do whatever you tell me, hyung…”

“What the fuck? Are you crying and begging in front of me to save some other alpha? Do you seriously like this pathetic piece of shit, Woohee?”

Jinwoo was seething with jealousy over a handkerchief wrapped around Woohee’s neck—something he didn’t even remember giving him.

And as if that weren’t enough, Woohee got down on his knees and begged, hands pressed together, for Dohee’s life.

“No! You’re the only one for me, hyung. Please forgive me. Please spare Dohee.”

Seeing this, even the gangsters Kang Dohee had on standby felt they couldn’t just watch anymore and began to step in.

But just then, the front gate opened and bodyguards from OL Group appeared.

The suited men from both sides now faced off.

Jinwoo finally let go of Dohee’s neck.

He reached out and helped Woohee, who was still kneeling on the dirty ground, to his feet, brushing off the dust from his pants.

Everyone was stunned into silence as the same man who’d been raging like a lunatic just moments ago now showed such tenderness to Woohee.

How could someone flip like that in an instant?

Of course, this side of Jinwoo only appeared when it came to Woohee.

He turned back to Dohee, who was coughing and clutching his neck, and kicked him.

“Hey, who the hell do you think you are, getting in the way of me and my omega going on vacation? What? You wanna come to our villa too?”

“Yes.”

Jinwoo blinked in disbelief at Dohee’s dead-serious reply, then kicked him again.

Dohee, eyes filled with venom, glared up at Jinwoo and said,

“I heard Woohee’s going abroad soon. Before that, let us make some final memories with our friends. Please take me to that villa too, hyung.”

“You really are out of your goddamn mind. Did you sell off your ability to read the room? Why the hell would I take you on my vacation?”

Jinwoo straddled Dohee and raised his fist to punch him again—but stopped.

Woohee was swaying, holding his forehead with a pale expression.

Jinwoo panicked and immediately supported him.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Dizzy?”

Woohee winced. Jinwoo, alarmed, barked out an order for someone to bring the car.

While the guards rushed to the parking lot, Jinwoo kept touching Woohee’s forehead, anxiously asking how bad it was.

A car pulled out of the garage, ready to take them to the hospital again.

Woohee, who had only faked it to defuse the situation, leaned against Jinwoo’s chest with a long sigh.

“I think I was just too shocked… I’m okay now.”

“No, you’re not. We’re going to the hospital right now to at least get you an IV. You faint, get nosebleeds… Why are you so damn fragile?”

But it wasn’t because he was tired of hospital visits.

Woohee grabbed Jinwoo’s hand and placed it over his chest.

Instead of feeling his heartbeat, Jinwoo’s large hand started fondling his chest instead.

His expression finally softened.

“Hyung, can you hear my heartbeat? It’s just from being startled.”

“I see. Let me calm you down with a pheromone shower, then. Let’s go inside.”

Kang Dohee was horrified.

Jinwoo’s thigh—where he’d tucked his erection—was noticeably bulging.

Wrapping his arm around Woohee’s shoulder, Jinwoo began leading him away, clearly intending to do something filthy with his own younger brother.

Dohee sprang to his feet and shouted.

“No! Stop!”

He’d foolishly believed that Chairman Yeo and his wife would protect Woohee.

That massive mansion, looking like a castle, was Woohee’s personal hell—and yet he’d brought him back here, thinking it was safe.

Dohee’s voice cracked, deep and guttural like it was echoing from a cave.

Woohee turned and shook his head sadly.

Clang.

The front gate slammed shut with a heavy sound.

In the end, it was Woohee who saved Dohee—again.

Clutching his bruised, purple-stained throat, Dohee stood crying, tears falling freely.

He had no power or money to compete with Jinwoo, and now, even the one thing he had—fighting—he’d lost.

In front of the high wall, Dohee just stood there and wept for a long time.

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