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Even if Miho revealed his true origins, the chairman’s house wouldn’t let her flaunt the fraud she committed.
She was manageable as a mere con artist, useful for manipulating Yeo Jinwoo.
But this unknown person was different.
He couldn’t let his vulnerabilities be exploited so recklessly—it had to be Yeo Jinwoo who wielded his leash.
“Hic. Sob. Hic.”
Slumped over his desk, Yeo Wonhee cried uncontrollably.
His phone slipped from his grip, landing in the hand of Yeo Jinwoo, who had just returned.
Startled by the blackmail, Yeo Wonhee hadn’t gone to greet him at the door.
Jinwoo read the messages on the phone and gently patted Yeo Wonhee’s head.
“My poor Woohee. A friend found out, huh?”
“Hic. Sob. Brother…”
“See? Who told you to skip school and go meet your mother? You know you were wrong, don’t you?”
Jinwoo tilted Yeo Wonhee’s tear-streaked face upward, his finger softly tugging the tip of his reddened nose.
Yeo Wonhee whimpered in exaggerated pain.
Jinwoo wiped the tears from his face, pressing his thumb against the tear mole under his right eye before letting go.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything. Go to school tomorrow.”
“Really… really?”
“Then, stop crying over trash like this. Don’t make me angry. You should only cry because of me. Got it?”
Yeo Jinwoo slipped Yeo Woohee’s phone into his suit jacket pocket.
He wrapped an arm around Woohee’s shoulder and guided him out of the room.
Kim Minjeong froze when she saw Yeo Woohee’s disheveled appearance upon arriving at the restaurant.
Her anxious and worried gaze darted toward Yeo Jinwoo, trembling slightly.
“Jin… Jinwoo, this isn’t what I’m thinking, right? Tell me it’s not.”
She prayed desperately that her suspicions were wrong.
“Mother, I haven’t even kissed Woohee yet. Don’t make it sound like I’ve done something disgraceful. Unless you want me to turn your baseless accusations into reality.”
Yeo Jinwoo sat down and began cutting into his steak with a knife.
The slice revealed the red, undercooked interior of the meat, which oozed blood that mixed with the sauce on his plate.
“……”
Kim Minjeong, losing her appetite from her eldest son’s veiled threat, set down her fork and knife.
Chairman Yeo exploded in anger.
“Yeo Jinwoo! OL Group isn’t yours just yet! The successor position can be revoked at any time. Watch yourself.”
“Is that so?”
Yeo Jinwoo met the chairman’s glare without backing down.
Behind their backs, he had been secretly acquiring the company’s shares under various names.
Even if his parents used OL Group to interfere with his relationship with Woohee, it wouldn’t work.
Regardless of their opposition, Jinwoo intended to claim both OL Group and Yeo Woohee for himself.
An invisible yet palpable tension rippled through the air between father and son.
“Honey, please stop. You’re only upset because I jumped to conclusions. Jinwoo, I’m sorry.”
Kim Minjeong grasped the chairman’s hand to calm him before offering an immediate apology to her son.
She carried a lingering guilt for having sent Yeo Jinwoo to a psychiatric hospital when he was younger.
Head servant Kang sighed inwardly.
With parents like this, it was no wonder no one could control Yeo Jinwoo.
“Alright, Mother. I’ll accept your apology.”
Yeo Jinwoo smiled arrogantly and popped a raw, bleeding piece of steak into his mouth.
Yeo Woohee hunched his shoulders, avoiding everyone’s gaze, and stared down at his plate.
“Woohee, eat up.”
“…Yes, Hyung.”
At Jinwoo’s urging, Woohee quickly began eating.
Chairman Yeo, however, scrutinized Woohee’s split lip, only to be caught by Jinwoo.
“Father, my belongings aren’t for you to ogle. Stop staring.”
“Cough. Woohee, how did you hurt your lip?”
“Oh, I kept biting it accidentally, and it split.”
“Be more careful next time.”
“Yes, I will.”
No ordinary family would get into such misunderstandings and conflicts over a dominant alpha son’s slightly injured lip at the dining table.
Truly, this family was one of a kind—distorted beyond compare.
At 3 a.m., Yeo Jinwoo returned home after stepping out briefly.
He tossed a bag containing blood-stained gloves, clothes, pants, and sneakers into the estate’s incinerator and burned it all.
Acting as though nothing had happened, he returned to his room, retrieved a test kit delivered by his secretary, and carefully opened the door to Yeo Woohee’s room.
Moonlight spilled in through the window, illuminating the peaceful face of the sleeping omega.
Jinwoo opened the DNA and phenotype test kits.
He slipped a swab into Woohee’s mouth, collected a sample, and sealed it in a container with a special solution.
Even as Jinwoo completed the tests, Woohee remained fast asleep.
Pulling back the blanket, Jinwoo lowered Woohee’s pajama pants.
Removing his underwear revealed nothing unexpected.
He dressed him back up, then moved to the en suite bathroom.
He switched on the fluorescent light and opened the trash bin by the toilet.
Just as he’d seen in a photo, a neatly rolled-up pad was discarded inside.
“Just as I thought. He really is an omega.”
Though he’d been confident in his suspicion, seeing the pad—a perfect confirmation—brought him relief.
He had been right all along.
Jinwoo unbuckled his pants, pulling out his massive, throbbing c*ck with one hand.
He aimed it at the trash bin and began stroking himself, biting his lip to stifle a moan.
“Ah… Woohee. My Woohee.”
‘My beautiful Woohee. You’ve grown into such a mature omega, overflowing with slick from that perfect little hole. I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you first manifested as an omega. But who told you to present while I was locked away in that damned hospital? If I had been there, I would’ve knotted you right away…’
Jinwoo regretted not being present during Woohee’s omega awakening.
When his body had undergone changes, producing slick, hardening nipples, and burning heat in his belly, Jinwoo should have been there to assure him it was natural—meant for him.
To carry his c*ck, to bear his child.
With each stroke of his thick shaft, the grotesque veins bulged more prominently.
His c*ck, hard and pulsating with vitality, was the very embodiment of a dominant alpha’s reproductive prowess.
Jinwoo continued to pump his c*ck until he came into the trash bin. More specifically, onto the pad stained with Woohee’s slick.
The trash bin, now reeking of alpha pheromones, was sealed shut.
By morning, it would be clear what Jinwoo had done there.
He turned on the sink to wash his soiled hands, scrubbing the semen away with soap.
Drying his hands with a towel, he searched the bathroom for more pads or suppressants, but they weren’t visible—likely organized elsewhere by the staff.
He left the bathroom and began rifling through Woohee’s personal belongings, which the staff didn’t touch: his desk drawers and bag.
Unzipping the bag, Jinwoo found school supplies, a pencil case, a wallet, and omega suppressants.
He took only the suppressant bottle, leaving the rest as they were.
Checking the desk drawers, he found a stash of pads in the bottom one.
He took all but one, wondering how Woohee had even managed to procure them.
Despite all this, Woohee remained fast asleep.
He didn’t even stir when Jinwoo deliberately shut the door with a noise as he left.
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