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Yeo Jinwoo lifted Yeo Woohee’s head from where it had been buried in the bedsheets.
His beautiful face was twisted in pain, drenched in tears and sweat.
Jinwoo gently caressed Woohee’s flushed cheek with his hand.
It was like a ripe peach.
“Hhng… Ugh… Haa…”
He had cried so much that it seemed like there was nothing left to come out, yet tears continued to stream endlessly from his swollen, red eyes.
“Our Woohee, does hyung’s cock taste good?”
He bit into Yeo Woohee’s cheek.
It felt like sweet, ripe fruit about to burst, but all he tasted was the bitterness of tears.
As Yeo Woohee shuddered and tried to turn his head away in resistance, Yeo Jinwoo thrust himself even deeper inside.
“Hii… No….”
Yeo Woohee frantically shook his hips, trying to pull out, but all it did was make his slick, soaked walls rub against Jinwoo’s cock, only adding to his pleasure.
Then, as if he had brushed against the swollen omega spot, the inner walls tightened violently, squeezing down around him.
“Haa, you were born for this, my Woohee.”
Yeo Jinwoo grabbed the slender waist with both hands and yanked it toward his lower body with brute force.
It was as if he was trying to shove even his balls inside.
Because of Jinwoo’s roughness, Yeo Woohee, seemingly overwhelmed by fear, thrashed his hips more desperately in an attempt to push him out.
“Look at you, squirming like that. Guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”
“No… Hngh… It’s not true…”
Clenching his fists tightly, he whimpered, insisting that he hadn’t been the one to mess things up.
Watching Yeo Woohee like this, Yeo Jinwoo was reminded of the boy he used to be.
It was almost surreal—how the child with those soft, dumpling-like fists had grown this much.
Back then, when all he could do was wait for him to grow up, time had felt unbearably slow.
Thrust.
Thrust.
He marveled at his own endurance as he buried himself deep into the tight hole.
Though it stretched as if it would tear, it never actually did.
The flushed inner walls clung desperately to his length, pulling outward with each rough thrust.
Slick fluids drenched his partner’s thighs, soaking through to his own pants.
Yeon Jinwoo grasped Yeo Woohee’s soft chest with his large hands.
His chest was still flat for now, but once he carried a child, it would swell and spill sweet milk.
And when that time came, not a single drop would be left—he would suck it all away.
“Hee… Hnngh… No. No.”
Yeo Woohee whimpered, tugging desperately at Yeo Jinwoo’s hands, trying to pry them off his upper body.
He kneaded the soft, yielding flesh while rubbing the inner folds with the tip of his length.
The sensitive membranes quivered, contracting and relaxing in response to the stimulation.
“Hngh… Uh… Stop it, hyung… Nngh…”
“Woohee, this isn’t the time to say ‘no.’ You should be begging, ‘Hyung-ah, give me your cum.’”
“Hngh… Mom! Dad!”
Since sex was still unfamiliar to him, he kept crying.
Yeo Jinwoo let out a sigh and pulled his cock out of the hole.
It was best to train him properly from the start to avoid trouble later.
He wiped his cock, slick with slick fluids, against Yeo Woohee’s pale, dough-like buttocks.
Pressing his massive, erect cock against his stomach, he gave a command.
“Yeo Woohee. Get down on the floor and kneel.”
Yeo Woohee just kept crying, burying his face in the bed without moving.
Yeo Jinwoo grabbed Yeo Woohee’s arm and shoved him roughly onto the floor.
“I’m going to keep screwing you from now on. Do you think you can just whine and say no every time? Do you think that’ll work?”
“…Hic. Sob. Sob.”
Yeo Woohee lowered his head deeply and remained silent.
Yeo Jinwoo walked over to the desk and opened the second drawer.
He knew that a 30cm plastic ruler was inside.
Though he had occasionally smacked Yeo Woohee’s backside with his palm, he had never used an actual implement before.
That was why Yeo Woohee’s eyes widened in surprise.
Jinwoo almost laughed at the way his pupils trembled—it was cute—but he kept his expression stern.
Yeo Woohee subtly dropped to his knees on the floor.
He had realized that Jinwoo wasn’t going to go easy on him this time.
“Push out your chest.”
“Hyung… I was wrong. Hng. Please don’t hit me.”
Yeo Woohee trembled, rubbing his hands together desperately.
Yeo Jinwoo spoke again.
“I told you to push out your tits.”
Woohee bit his lip with his front teeth like a rabbit, looking up at him with pleading eyes.
That gaze almost made Jinwoo waver.
But he had no intention of letting him off.
He had to teach Woohee that from now on, whenever he was called, he would have to spread his legs without question.
Yeo Woohee gulped down his breath, pushing out his chest to stop his hiccuping sobs.
With a plastic ruler, he struck the omega’s right chest.
“Ahhh!”
Yeo Woohee immediately clutched the spot with his hand.
Yeo Jinwoo gave a quiet warning.
“Move your hand. If you want twenty hits instead of ten, keep covering it.”
“H-Hyung… hic Hyung… It hurts so much…”
“Woohee, you’re being punished because you did something wrong. If you don’t get hit just because it hurts, then how is that a punishment?”
“Please. Please. It hurts too much. I’ll listen from now on.”
The timid Yoo Woohee acted as if he’d obey every command after just a single hit.
As if he even knew what kind of orders would come next.
Seriously, he’d been raised too gently—no wonder he didn’t understand how terrifying an Alpha could be.
Yeo Jinwoo struck the back of Woohee’s hand with a plastic ruler.
“Ah!”
“If you don’t want your nipples hit, then offer your butt instead.”
He pressed the plastic ruler against the reddened, swollen nipple as he presented another option.
Yeo Woohee thought it over with his sharp mind before replying in a small voice, “I’ll take the spanking.”
Yeo Jinwoo sat down on the bed.
“Lie down over my lap.”
An omega, with one side of his chest swollen, lay naked, pressing his hips against the alpha’s thigh.
It was as if he were pleading to be devoured.
The alpha spread Yeo Woohee’s legs wide, folding them like a frog.
Even without pulling apart the plump cheeks, the hole—worn out from taking the alpha’s cock for the first time—was fully exposed to the air.
Yeo Jinwoo’s arms stretched up over his head.
A plastic ruler struck the exposed entrance with precision.
“Ahhh!”
Yeo Woohee let out a piercing scream as the hole was struck.
Yeo Jinwoo poured out his pheromones while disciplining Yeo Woohee’s hole.
Fluids began to seep out as the swollen, throbbing hole reacted to the punishment.
With a firm grip, he struck the hole once more with the ruler.
“Ahhh—!”
“Woohee, if you get hit, you have to count. Did you really think I’d count for you while hitting you?”
“Hhng… Hic… Two.”
“Why did you start from two? Where’s one? How did you manage to stay at the top of the class without even knowing how to count?”
Already having been hit twice, Yeo Woohee was overwhelmed with frustration and burst into tears.
The way he tried to voice his grievance through his unclear speech was endearing.
“You hit me twice… sniff I didn’t count the first. So there is eight more left.”
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