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Yeo Jinwoo was the very embodiment of his long-cherished ideal type.
His dream had always been to become the alarm clock that woke up his master with his own mouth.
If their preferences matched this perfectly, weren’t they destined for each other?
Forget acting—Woohee just wanted to cling to him and confess his love.
The thought of being dominated by someone like Yeo Jinwoo for the rest of his life made his cock hard.
“What’s this, Yeo Woohee? Just imagining waking me up with your mouth every morning got you turned on?”
“N-No! That’s not it!”
Woohee tried to deny it and lift himself off of him, but Jinwoo grabbed his hips and pulled him back down.
“Hah—”
Yoo Woohee was startled by the lewd sound that escaped his own lips and hurriedly pushed Yeo Jinwoo’s hand away.
As if refusing to believe he had made such a noise, he desperately rolled off the bed and scrambled to escape.
Back when he trained on a horseback riding machine, he had felt it too intensely, and for a brief moment, Yeo Jinwoo had lost interest in him.
If he was too easy and got tossed aside right after their first time, that would be far too cruel.
Oblivious to Woohee’s worries, Jinwoo let out a deep sigh from the bed.
He rose, determined to catch the foolish Woohee, who still believed he could go back to how things were.
Woohee clung to the doorknob, his entrance dripping with arousal.
He twisted the knob in an attempt to flee, but behind him, a dark shadow loomed as if ready to devour him whole.
Strong, muscular arms caged him in.
“Woohee, where do you think you’re going?”
“…Hhk.”
“Are you trying to tell our parents that your big brother is an Omega now?”
“Hhic… Hhk… Sniff.”
“You didn’t realize it yourself, but you’ve got a nasty habit of always trying to run away, don’t you?”
“……Ack!”
Yeo Jinwoo grabbed Yeo Woohee by the scruff of his neck and threw him to the floor.
Woohee curled up into himself, trembling as he anxiously watched Jinwoo’s expression.
“You think just because I’ve been kind to you so far, I’ll keep being nice? That would be a big mistake.”
“Hhngh… Hhkk…”
Woohee wondered for a moment if Jinwoo, now furious, would take off his belt and punish him.
His heart pounded as he watched the man pull the belt from his suit pants.
Woohee swallowed hard, his hips twitching slightly.
“Get in position.”
“Hyung, hyung-ah… I was wrong. I was wrong.”
He crawled on his knees and clung to Yeo Jinwoo’s pant leg.
Yeo Jinwoo looked down at Yeo Woohee, who was rubbing his tear-streaked face against his leg, with a gaze full of satisfaction.
The sight of a fragile omega submitting under violence fueled the alpha’s desire for domination.
With a swift kick, he shoved Yeo Woohee away.
Wide, trembling eyes looked up at him in shock.
Having never been struck with a belt before, he would soon learn just how painful it could be.
This beating was meant to ensure he’d be hit less in the future.
“I told you to spread it.”
Yeo Woohee’s shoulders shook with sobs.
Dragging out every second he could, he slowly turned around, bent over, and used his hands to spread himself open.
Yeo Jinwoo wrapped the belt around his hand twice, gripping it tightly before bringing it down between the exposed gap.
“Hngh—! It hurts. Hyung, it hurts…”
Yeo Woohee, who had just been struck, clutched his backside with both hands and curled up like a pill bug, sinking to the floor.
Without hesitation, Yeo Jinwoo scooped him up and tossed him onto the bed.
He pressed him down, making him lie flat, then spread his legs apart.
His gaze fixed on the spot that had taken the brunt of the pain.
The entrance, stretched wide from taking in his massive cock, was now swollen shut.
Gripping the base of his shaft, he pushed it against the feverish, trembling opening.
“Aaah!”
Yeo Woohee’s lower abdomen tensed with pain.
Yeo Jinwoo pressed down firmly on the spot where he was buried deep inside, his hand gently stroking Yeo Woohee’s stomach.
“Hhngh… Hhic.”
His trembling body, shaken by sobs, glistened with sweat.
Jinwoo licked away the beads of moisture collecting on that soft, cream-like skin.
“Woohee, it hurts a lot, doesn’t it?”
“Hhup… Yes, it hurts… Hic. Hyung-ah, Woohee hurts…”
“I’m the only one in this world who can save you. That’s why, even when you’re being scolded, you should come to me for help. Those bastards outside this room will never be able to save you.”
“Hic… It hurts… Sob… It hurts…”
Yeo Woohee kept repeating the same words in a frail voice.
He stared at him intently, unsure if he truly understood.
Yeo Jinwoo gave him a warning in words he could grasp immediately.
“Yeo Woohee, if you run away again, you’d better be ready to wear a collar like a dog.”
“Ah…”
A terrified Yeo Woohee let out a stream of urine from his cock.
Even as the weak trickle splashed against Yeo Jinwoo’s stomach, he felt nothing but delight rather than disgust.
With his tear-streaked face flushed pink, the beauty mark beneath his eye had never looked more erotic.
“Our Yeo Woohee even looks pretty when he’s pissing.”
Gripping Yeo Woohee’s trembling thighs, Yeo Jinwoo continued to thrust into him.
Urine sprayed in all directions, soaking not only them but the bed beneath them as well.
“Stop. Please. Ah… ngh… ah…”
The once-yellow urine had turned clear at some point.
If Jinwoo had known that even the sight of him peeing could be this beautiful, he might have controlled Woohee’s bathroom trips too.
Exhausted and barely conscious, Yeo Woohee’s head drooped to the side.
Yeo Jinwoo gently slapped his cheek to wake him up.
“Your first knotting will happen once your suppressant wears off. Just take your meds. Answer me.”
“Y-Yes… Hhk. I won’t take them…”
Because Yeo Woohee’s pheromones weren’t being released, they had to postpone the imprinting.
It would have been nice if they had imprinted during their first time—what a shame.
Yeo Jinwoo pulled out of Yeo Woohee, and the fluids pooled inside spilled out, dripping onto the sheets.
He slipped his hands under Yeo Woohee’s back and the crook of his knees, lifting him up before carrying him to the bathroom and carefully laying him in the bathtub.
As warm water filled the tub, he sent a message on his phone, instructing someone to clean the room.
Then, preparing to wash himself, he shrugged off his suit jacket and unbuttoned his dress shirt.
His body, all hard muscle like a raging bull’s hind legs, carried an almost menacing presence.
Jinwoo shed his pants and drawers.
His bare body made his arousal look even more imposing than when he had only unzipped his fly.
Embarrassed, Yeo Woohee submerged his face under the water, but he couldn’t stay under long and soon resurfaced for air.
Seated in the spacious bathtub, Jinwoo pulled Yeo Woohee onto his lap, settling him between his legs.
“If you just listen to me, Woohee, then I won’t have to punish you, and that’d be good for both of us, wouldn’t it?”
“…….”
“Answer me.”
“Yes…”
The response came in a drawn-out, pitiful voice.
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