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Could Kang Dohee—beneath his kind and gentle demeanor—be hiding something more sinister?

As Woohee stepped out with his bag, Kang Dohee rolled down the window and leaned out.

“Woohee, thanks for today. Get home safely,” he said warmly.

“You take care too,” Woohee replied.

He watched the black car until it disappeared from view, then rang the doorbell.

A servant confirmed his identity through the intercom before opening the gate.

Crossing the garden, Woohee reached for the front door’s handle, but it swung open before he could touch it.

“Huh? Hyung?” Woohee said, startled.

“You’re late, Woohee,” Yeo Jinwoo said sternly.

“Yes, there was an accident on the way,” Woohee explained.

“What time is it now?” Jinwoo asked sharply.

“7 o’clock,” Woohee answered.

Jinwoo raised his watch to Woohee’s face, his expression unyielding.

“It’s 7:10.”

“…Yes, 7:10,” Woohee echoed, feeling the weight of his brother’s disapproval.

“Do you think I asked because I didn’t know the time? Go to your room. I can’t understand why a college student would be out this late. I swear, you’re the only one in the world like this.”

Woohee didn’t argue.

Many students returned home far later, juggling part-time jobs or certifications.

But explaining that to Jinwoo would only sound like an excuse.

Carrying his heavy bag, Woohee massaged his sore shoulder while waiting for the elevator.

Jinwoo, despite his anger, took the bag from him with a frustrated sigh.

“What’s the point of having servants if you’re carrying this? Should I fire all those useless people? What do you think, Woohee?” Jinwoo asked coldly.

“No, please don’t fire them. I stopped somewhere after school, so it’s my fault,” Woohee replied, trying to appease him.

“So, it’s your fault they couldn’t do their jobs because you went somewhere else?”

One of the servants quickly took the bag from Jinwoo and retreated with a bowed head, looking as though he feared Jinwoo’s wrath.

When the elevator arrived, Jinwoo shoved Woohee inside with a firm hand on his chest.

As the doors closed, Woohee shivered at the lingering sensation.

Inside the elevator, Woohee struggled to suppress his emotions.

His body burned with arousal, a shameful reaction he desperately tried to quell.

If not for the CCTV, he might have surrendered to the temptation to press himself against the cold elevator wall.

When the elevator reached the third floor, Woohee rushed to his room.

Before Jinwoo could follow, he quickly retrieved the suppressants hidden in his desk drawer and swallowed them.

He pressed the back of his hand to his heated face, exhaling slowly as he fought to calm his rampaging pheromones.

Moments later, Jinwoo entered the room, holding a sleek, purple d*ldo.

Its rounded end and significant thickness made Woohee’s heart race.

For a brief moment, he thought Jinwoo had brought a dildo, but as Jinwoo approached, he realized it was something else—a thick branch with its sharp thorns removed, sturdy enough to rival a child’s forearm.

“Woohee, kneel on the floor.”

Feigning fear, Wonhee approached with small steps and knelt.

When Wonhee looked up at Jinwoo, he massaged his jaw with his hand.

“Open your mouth.”

Wonhee parted his lips slightly, pretending not to understand the situation, his eyes filled with confusion.

“Open wider.”

After finishing the jaw massage, he picked up a branch placed delicately on a silver tray.

The thick branch was pushed into the small mouth.

“Mmngh.”

Yeo Woohee let out a strained sound, his throat vibrating with discomfort.

Yeo Jinwoo paid no mind and continued to rub the branch against Yeo Woohee’s tongue.

To swallow the saliva pooling in his mouth, Yeo Woohee made an audible gulping noise.

Yeo Woohee truly had a knack for things like this.

Watching the beautiful omega eagerly handle even the branch, Yeo Jinwoo furrowed his brow, as if dazzled by the sight.

Each time the branch stirred within his mouth, his cheeks bulged outward.

Gripping a handful of Yeo Woohee’s hair, Yeo Jinwoo pulled his head back, straightening his neck before pushing the branch further into his throat.

“Ughh… nghh.”

Yeo Woohee shut his eyes tightly in pain, tears streaming down the corners.

Unable to resist the urge, Yeo Jinwoo leaned in, wanting to taste the tear resting on the reddened edge of his eye.

He swept his tongue across the damp lashes and sucked strongly on the tear’s resting spot.

“Mmngh… ughh.”

He pulled the deeply inserted branch out of the mouth, only to thrust it back in.

Trapped by the grip on his hair, Yeo Woohee writhed in an attempt to escape.

But this was only the beginning of Yeo Jinwoo’s punishment.

The training Yeo Jinwoo planned for Yeo Woohee today was to connect his throat to his erogenous responses.

Reflexes can be divided into two categories.

The first is unconditioned reflexes, innate reactions like saliva pooling in the mouth when eating or closing your eyes when a fist approaches your face.

The second is conditioned reflexes, learned through repeated training and association.

A Russian physiologist named Pavlov conducted an experiment.

Before feeding a dog, he rang a bell.

Initially, the dog didn’t salivate at the sound of the bell alone.

However, after repeatedly ringing the bell before providing food, the dog began to salivate at the sound of the bell, even without food.

This groundbreaking experiment demonstrated that with repetition, a conditioned reflex could mimic an unconditioned one.

Yeo Jinwoo deliberately positioned his freshly socked foot between Yeo Woohee’s legs, pressing firmly against his length while pistoning the branch in and out of his mouth.

“Mmph… ahh.”

Tears dripped down, soaking Yeo Woohee’s face entirely.

He pressed his finger firmly against the deliciously ripe pink cheeks.

“You need to open your throat. At this rate, you’ll hurt your vocal cords.”

“Sniff. Hic.”

He pulled the eggplant from Yeo Woohee’s mouth, who was too absorbed in crying.

Worry crept in—if he struggled with just an eggplant, how would he manage to sch his dck later?

This is why he couldn’t skip training.

Trying to open up such an innocent, untouched body could seriously hurt Yeo Woohee.

“Hyung, I’m sorry. Sniff. I won’t hang out with friends after school again.”

“Woohee, that’s such a given. Why are you making such a big promise over it? Are you going to promise to breathe properly too?”

“Sob. No.”

Yeo Jinwoo waited for the crying Yeo Woohee to calm down, his breath heavy.

“We’ll try again. This time, use your throat properly, okay?”

“Yes. Sob. Yes.”

Not knowing why he was going through this, the naive younger brother nodded eagerly.

With his eyes tightly shut, he opened his mouth wide, a sight to behold.

He slid the purple eggplant past the neat white teeth into the red interior.

Transparent saliva, like melted sugar, trickled down from Yeo Woohee’s lips stretched to their limit.

Despite saying he’d do well, he wrinkled his nose adorably, struggling.

Still, it was commendable that he endured the pain, clutching his knees.

Yeo Jinwoo gently shook the eggplant.

He didn’t forget to play with the soft d*ck with his foot, pressing down with his toes.

“Hmm. Ugh.”

Yeo Woohee let out a delicate moan as his cck was teased while the eggplant dldo pressed into his throat.

Yeo Jinwoo looked down at the two buttons undone on the white shirt, revealing an elegant, long white neck that turned a faint shade as if colored with balsam.

The clavicles, perfect as if drawn with a ruler, looked like they could collect water.

His shoulders, neither too narrow nor too wide, stirred a protective instinct.

Because of the widely spread shirt collar, just a slight lean forward would reveal his pink n*ipple and the soft-looking white chest.

Yeo Jinwoo licked his lips and pressed down with his foot.

“Ugh. Ughh.”

Muffled by the thing in his mouth, Yeo Woohee’s lewd sounds seemed too sensual to be just from the c*ck being stimulated.

His innocent face was drenched in tears, though his cries sounded like anything but discomfort.

Knock knock. There was a knock on the door.

“Director, the items you requested are ready.”

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