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In the warm water, Yeo Jinwoo massaged Yeo Woohee’s shoulders, which had hunched up, making his neck appear shorter.
He squeezed shampoo into his hand and gently washed Yeo Woohee’s hair.
Then, lifting him out of the bathwater, he lathered up body wash and carefully cleaned him.
The entire time, Yeo Woohee pouted and avoided Yeo Jinwoo’s gaze.
After washing Yeo Woohee and himself, Yeo Jinwoo stepped out of the bathroom.
The soiled bed sheets had already been replaced with fresh ones.
“Hyung! What do we do? The servants must know everything about us now.”
“It’s fine. They’re my people.”
He noticed a paper bag that hadn’t been there before and opened it.
Inside were pads and suppressants that had been spilled onto the floor earlier.
Yeo Woohee was like a ripe, juicy peach, just as he appeared.
If he didn’t take his suppressants, his fluids would soon start carrying the scent of pheromones, so he had to wear pads without fail.
Yeo Jinwoo only took the suppressants and flushed them down the toilet.
When Yeo Woohee received the empty pill bottle, his face fell.
But Jinwoo didn’t care.
He simply lay down on the bed and spread his arms.
“Come here.”
He pulled Yeo Woohee into his embrace, holding him close despite his limp from the soreness between his legs.
He placed a kiss on his round, lovely forehead before grabbing the ointment the servant had left by the bedside.
Squeezing out a generous amount, he slathered it onto Yeo Woohee’s entrance, which had been stretched and worn from the night’s rough treatment.
“Mm.”
Jinwoo lifted one of Yeo Woohee’s legs, spreading him open.
With his thighs parted, it was easier to reach inside and apply the ointment thoroughly.
“Ah… nnngh.”
Yeo Woohee scrunched up his nose and let out a cute sound.
He had only just gotten a taste for cock, and now he was acting like this.
Yeo Jinwoo had no real intention of continuing since Yeo Woohee seemed exhausted, but he clicked his tongue and squeezed out the remaining ointment onto his shaft.
He spread it evenly along the length of his cock before pushing it into the slick entrance.
“Ahh!”
“Haa. Woohee, do you even know how hot you are inside right now?”
He lifted his hips in small, steady thrusts, spreading the ointment along the inner walls.
Yeo Woohee whimpered, “Hyung~,” his voice trembling.
He was probably begging him to stop, but to Jinwoo’s crazed ears, it only sounded like desperate pleas to be fucked harder.
He moved swiftly between the legs spread open like scissors.
“Ah! Ahh! Aaah!”
Yeo Woohee trembled, his chest quivering as he remained in Jinwoo’s arms, one leg still lifted for what felt like an eternity.
Sensing that he was about to release, Jinwoo quickly pulled out and pressed his cock against Yeo Woohee’s lips.
Thanks to the prior practice with branches and loofah gourds, Jinwoo’s massive length somehow fit into that small mouth.
Yeo Jinwoo waited for release as he buried his cock deep into the throat of the aroused Omega.
Yeo Woohee’s hole throbbed, his cock fully erect, and the moment his palate was rubbed against the tip, his mouth filled completely with cum—he came.
Jinwoo pulled out, a thick strand of saliva trailing between them.
Woohee, still lost in the lingering pleasure, unconsciously arched his hips.
“Hhng… Haa… Nngh…”
How many times will he have to shove his cock into Yeo Woohee’s mouth every time he comes before the omega’s body learns to suck him off instinctively, like a reflex?
The thought of reshaping an untouched, blank slate of an omega entirely to his liking made Yeo Jinwoo chuckle.
Looking down at the unconscious Yeo Woohee, whose eyelashes trembled faintly, he spread his legs once more.
As if returning it to where it belonged, he thrust his cock inside.
The swollen, puffy hole seemed to resist at first, but the moment he forced his way in, it clung to him as if they were one.
Even in his dazed state, Yeo Woohee’s inner walls twitched and tightened, sucking him in eagerly—desperate to please the alpha.
After a long time had passed, he was finally able to come to his senses.
Yeo Jinwoo decided to keep his cock buried inside until his Omega had absorbed every last drop of his cum.
But even without moving, the way that tight hole kept clenching and sucking around him was driving him insane.
“This is your fault, Woohee. Who told you to be this delicious?”
In the end, he had only intended to let his cum settle inside, but he found himself thrusting again, unable to stop.
‘Ah, Woohee… Yeo Woohee. My Omega. My other half. I want to get you pregnant as soon as possible. I want to mark you, so no one else can ever catch your scent—only me.’
After hours of intercourse, despite being a dominant omega, Yeo Woohee started to bleed.
Yeo Jinwoo, startled, quickly pulled out of him.
Woohee’s body was burning up with fever.
“Woohee. Woohee.”
Jinwoo shook him and lightly slapped his cheek to wake him, but Woohee didn’t open his eyes.
Fear gripped him—what if something went terribly wrong?
Panicked, he hurriedly called the family doctor.
“What were you thinking?!”
The doctor was furious, and soon, Jinwoo’s parents learned the truth—that he had forced himself on Woohee.
Chairman Yeo struck Jinwoo across the face with his fist.
“You crazy bastard! Look at what you’ve done!”
Woohee was rushed to the hospital.
Kim Minjeong was in tears.
Enraged, Chairman Yeo declared that he would disown Jinwoo.
But Jinwoo silently picked up his phone and showed his parents a photo of some documents— documents about “Lee Woohee.”
“What is this…?”
“Woohee. He’s not my brother.”
Minjeong, still crying, suddenly lifted her head.
“What…? Jinwoo, what are you saying?”
“That con artist fooled all of us.”
Minjeong checked the birthdate on the document and then threw her arms around Chairman Yeo.
“Honey! Honey!”
Chairman Yeo held Minjeong tightly in return.
For the first time in fourteen years, they were free from the horrifying tragedy that had haunted them.
They were so overwhelmed that they locked lips in a desperate, frenzied kiss.
To them, being deceived was a far better fate than having a bastard child.
“Father, Mother. Please listen to me.”
Chairman Yeo and Minjeong turned to face Jinwoo.
Jinwoo had to keep holding Woohee until he was pregnant.
To do that, he needed leverage over Woohee—something that would ensure his parents remained in the dark.
After hearing their son’s plan, his parents agreed to cooperate.
They had raised Woohee believing he was their second son, but now, making him their eldest son’s mate didn’t seem wrong at all.
Not even the slightest guilt pricked their conscience.
Minjeong was simply relieved that Woohee wasn’t an illegitimate child, just a stranger.
Her only regret was sending Jinwoo to a mental hospital.
Chairman Yeo, on the other hand, only cared that Jinwoo took possession of Woohee—so long as he didn’t cause any more trouble, that was enough.
Seeing his parents, Jinwoo finally understood why he had turned out the way he did.
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