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“…Butler Kang, could you… find my mom?”
Woohee hesitated, fiddling with his fingers as though making an impossible request.
His eyes dropped to the floor.
Butler Kang picked up his radio and asked the staff about the madam’s whereabouts.
“She’s at the OL Gallery. I’ll prepare the car.”
“No, not her… I mean my real mom.”
Woohee’s voice grew quieter, trailing off like an ant’s footsteps.
He couldn’t meet Butler Kang’s gaze, his head bowing as though he had done something wrong.
Did he want to escape this house?
Perhaps that would be the better option.
Before anything worse happened, leaving to find his birth mother might at least spare him further horrors.
“…I’ll look into it.”
“Thank you, Butler Kang.”
Woohee’s timid demeanor transformed into a radiant smile, like a flower blooming.
Butler Kang unconsciously patted the boy’s head, feeling a bittersweet affection.
He remembered how Woohee had been abandoned at the orphanage and returned to this house, scrubbing floors with his tiny hands, desperate to survive.
“Get some rest, young master. You must be tired.”
“Yes, Butler Kang. You should see a doctor too.”
Butler Kang closed the door silently and walked down the corridor.
He thought no one had overheard their conversation, but this mansion was home to monsters.
One of Jinwoo’s spies quickly ducked behind a wall to avoid being seen.
Within a minute, the news that Woohee was searching for his birth mother had reached Jinwoo.
Yeo Jinwoo never took him at the most critical moments.
Why was that?
He wondered.
Was it because Jinwoo didn’t want him?
No, that wasn’t it.
If anything, the way Jinwoo made him practice oral was proof enough—he wanted nothing more than to have him take it in his mouth.
If so, the only thing hindering their love was incest.
Even for someone like Jinwoo, who dared to make advances despite knowing Yeo Wonhee was a dominant alpha, incest was an insurmountable obstacle.
Originally, the story unveiled the truth about Yeo Wonhee’s birth when the relationship between runaway orphan Kang Dohee—who later became Dowoon—and Woohee fell apart.
In his resolve to bring Woohee down, Dowoon gathered the remnants of the disbanded Black Bear gang, a group he had dismantled himself, at a bar.
The bold son of the gang’s former boss, eager to revive the Black Bear gang, encountered a stunning madam sent to entertain an alpha destined for power.
Their meeting was fated.
Upon seeing the madam, Dowoon thought she bore a striking resemblance to Yeo Wonhee.
After sharing a night with her, he discovered she was Woohee’s biological mother.
Teaming up, Dowoon sought to ruin Woohee, while the mother aimed to exploit the son she had abandoned for financial gain.
The villainous sub-character met his mother at one of these gatherings.
She confronted him, saying, “You’re not Chairman Yeo’s son,” and presented a birth certificate as proof.
Woohee had been born a full year before the day she claimed to have been with the chairman.
Her family registry still listed “Lee Woohee” as her son—a name that had belonged to Woohee before his current identity.
In the original novel, Woohee vehemently denied the truth, retreating home to revisit his childhood diary.
On the first page of the diary, which he had been unable to decipher upon his initial transmigration into the story, was written:
-From today, I am Yeo Wonhee. Mom told me never to respond to anyone calling me Lee Woohee.
The mother continued to pressure Woohee by calling his phone:
-If you don’t give me money, I’ll tell Chairman Yeo everything. They’ll kick you out of the house for sure.
-Dad already did a DNA test! I am his son!
-Hahaha. Woohee, wake up. I worked in that house. Swiping a toothbrush from Yeo Jinwoo was child’s play. They tested his toothbrush, not yours—that’s why it said you were his son.
In the end, Woohee succumbed to her threats.
To gather money, he sold his luxury goods and cars, silencing her demands in the original novel.
Not because she was satisfied, but because she saw Woohee as a goose that laid golden eggs, continuously extorting him.
Now, as Woohee’s transmigrator and a friend to Kang Dohee, events had diverged significantly.
If left alone, Woohee’s true parentage would never come to light.
Who else but him could reveal this secret to Yeo Jinwoo?
He needed to expose himself as a fake sibling and become Jinwoo’s blissful slave as soon as possible.
There was no need to clarify the misunderstanding about being a dominant alpha.
One thrust into his hole would be enough to reveal the truth.
However, before receiving Jinwoo’s punishment, he needed to stop taking suppressants and let his omega nature be discovered.
Suppressants worked by paralyzing the pheromone glands, forcing them to cease emitting pheromones.
Side effects varied: some became infertile after prolonged use, while others remained unaffected even after years.
Though he was cautious with the suppressants, nothing was guaranteed in life.
Even the luckiest could stumble and fall.
Woohee had to maintain the facade of fearing Jinwoo’s dominance, acting as if he detested and fled from him.
To secure a life as Jinwoo’s plaything, he had to perfect this performance.
The fatal flaw of this act was that he would need to keep rejecting Jinwoo and running away.
The only way to solve this was pregnancy.
Pregnancy would force marriage and cohabitation—a future he had long dreamed of.
Jinwoo might dislike him, but the child would bind them, ensuring Jinwoo controlled him in his insecurity.
Every morning, he envisioned waking Jinwoo with his hole filled, his husband’s arousal nudging him awake.
Trapped naked in the house all day, he’d eagerly wait for Jinwoo to return, greeting him like a loyal dog.
But for this dream to come true, he needed a fertile body.
If suppressants rendered him incapable of pregnancy, all his plans would collapse.
That’s why Jinwoo had to taste him, realize he was an omega, and take away the suppressants himself.
Even if it meant crying, he’d have to surrender the pills.
Normally, as a dominant omega, he could perfectly control his pheromones.
But during heat, they would inevitably leak, driving Jinwoo into a frenzy.
Jinwoo would pound into him, ravaging him until his omega pheromones flooded the air, intensifying the madness.
Oh, how exhilarating that would be.
He couldn’t wait to make it a reality.
Scooping up discarded eggplants and loofahs d*ildo from the floor, Woohee cleaned them meticulously in the bathroom.
Though tempted to use them immediately, he resisted.
He wanted to display them as trophies in his room but refrained to maintain appearances.
He solemnly laid them on a tray.
Downstairs, unsure how to dispose of them, he wandered aimlessly until a servant approached.
“Give them to me, sir. I’ll handle it.”
“O-okay. Thanks…”
Avoiding eye contact in embarrassment, Woohee fled.
That evening, eggplant stir-fry was served at the dinner table.
When his parents reached for it, Jinwoo smacked their chopsticks away, claiming it for himself.
As Jinwoo ate, his gaze never left Woohee.
Woohee’s hole quivered, soaking his pad.
Electric tingles shot through his body, and saliva pooled in his mouth even though there was no thick eggplant to suck on.
Truly, his master was perfect.
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