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“Mm. Hyung… Hyung…”
“Why? I’m just touching what’s mine.”
In the doctor eyes, Woohee was inside the arms of the madman who had abused him, trembling violently, shrinking his shoulders.
However, the doctor didn’t know that for Woohee, this wasn’t abuse but his fantasies.
A hand slipped under Woohee’s hospital gown, groping at his chest.
The doctor hurriedly lowered his gaze.
“What are you doing? Get out.”
“I-I’ll take my leave now.”
“Come back in an hour. No, make it two, to administer the IV.”
As soon as the hospital room door closed, faint sobs could be heard from inside.
“Hyung, no… I don’t want this. I don’t.”
“Still saying such nasty things? Even after all that, you haven’t learned your lesson, Yeo Woohee.”
“Hhng… Ah… Ahh… No…”
The doctor, tormented by the sin he had committed, found himself trapped in a horrifying thought—what if Yeo Woohee ended up carrying Yeo Jinwoo’s child?
Standing outside the hospital room, he remained under the sharp watch of the bodyguards, who didn’t let their guard down for even a moment.
As he forced his heavy feet forward, he wondered if there was anything he could do to help that pitiful omega inside.
If the opportunity arose, the best he could do was secretly hand Yeo Woohee a contraceptive pill.
Meanwhile, inside the hospital room, Yeo Jinwoo stripped off Yeo Woohee’s hospital gown and checked his right chest.
The areola, still swollen from the ruler’s strike, remained tinged with a reddish hue.
Jinwoo flicked his finger, delivering a sharp snap to the sensitive nub.
“Ah… ouch.”
“Woohee, I’m letting this slide for now because you’re hurt. But if you say ‘no’ one more time, you’d better be ready to be punished.”
“Y-yes… hngh. Yes. I’ll be careful… hic.”
“Good boy.”
Jinwoo gathered the crying Yeo Woohee back into his arms, soothing him.
“See? You can be this obedient. So why do you keep resisting?”
Yeo Woohee buried his face into Yeo Jinwoo’s shoulder and sniffled.
Worried that he might be having another nosebleed, Yeo Jinwoo gently pulled his face away to check.
A trickle of pink-tinged mucus peeked out from his small, adorable nostrils, a mix of tears and blood.
“Even your runny nose is as cute as you are.”
Yeo Jinwoo pulled a tissue from the bedside table, carefully wiping away the mucus before tossing it into the waste bin under the hospital bed.
At some point, without Yeo Woohee even realizing it, his elastic waistband had been slipped down.
He blinked his large eyes in confusion, and Jinwoo told him to get into position.
The only positions he had learned from him so far were the ones for inspection and spreading his legs on the bed—so he immediately understood.
Without hesitation, Yeo Woohee spread his legs and grasped the backs of his knees, just as he had been taught.
Watching him comply so obediently, Yeo Jinwoo smiled in satisfaction.
He retrieved the prescribed ointment from the hospital and generously applied it to Yeo Woohee’s reddened nipple.
The transparent gel made it glisten under the light, as if it had been glossed over like an omega’s lips.
Then, Jinwoo squeezed a generous amount of the ointment into the warm entrance, but the small hole twitched and pushed it right back out.
With a quiet chuckle, he scooped up the spilled ointment with two fingers and pressed it back in.
“Nhngh.”
“Woohee, you can’t just go into heat all the time. No matter how badly you want Hyung’s cock, you need to hold it in. At least let me rest until tomorrow.”
The lewd squelching sounds echoed from below as fingers probed the entrance slick with ointment.
Yeo Woohee clutched the bedsheets tightly, trying to stop himself from moving, but it was no use.
His hips rocked back and forth on their own.
“Ah… ahh… mmh.”
“If I knew you’d love it this much, I would’ve fucked this hole a long time ago. Seeing you enjoy it makes me happy too.”
“Hngh… Hyung… haah.”
Yeo Jinwoo spread him open with scissoring fingers, teasing the inner folds by dragging his fingertips along the sensitive ridges.
A rush of slick dripped out.
He scooped it up with his hand, gathering it in his palm.
Just when Woohee wondered what he planned to do with it, Jinwoo smeared it across his flat stomach.
He lowered Woohee’s legs and climbed on top, trapping him between his knees as he unzipped his pants.
His cock, already hard at some point, sprang free like a coiled spring.
Woohee squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head to the side.
He knew all too well how those thick, pulsing veins on that dark red shaft would stretch him open, how they’d press against his inner walls so intensely that he wouldn’t be able to bear it.
“Look at me. Look at me properly.”
Yeo Jinwoo grabbed Yeo Woohee’s cheek firmly, his voice a low warning.
Woohee’s half-lidded eyes, glistening with moisture, shimmered like glass beads.
Jinwoo smirked in satisfaction.
He gripped his shaft, smearing the slick arousal over Woohee’s stomach, rubbing it in.
Each time the tip grazed over his taut skin, that obscene hole quivered, reflexively clenching and releasing.
“Woohee, if your pheromones start leaking out, I’ll shove my cock all the way into this little womb of yours.”
Jinwoo pressed himself up higher, dragging his length over Woohee’s stomach, rubbing just above his navel.
Woohee sucked in a sharp breath, his chest rising as if offering itself up in a subconscious lure to the alpha.
“H-Heek! No, I don’t want this!”
Woohee pounded at Jinwoo’s shoulders, pushing at him with desperate fists, but it was like striking solid steel—he didn’t budge an inch.
Every little movement Woohee made only heightened the temptation, making Jinwoo swallow hard.
With a swift motion, he seized Woohee’s delicate wrists and pinned him down against the bed.
“Ugh… Mm… Hngh…”
As he thrust his cock against the shallow curve of his belly, Yeo Woohee’s body was pushed upward.
Yeo Jinwoo released Yeo Woohee’s wrists and braced his hands on his shoulders, preventing him from being shoved any higher.
A soft pink hue spread across Yeo Woohee’s eyes, gradually deepening like watercolor bleeding into water.
The peachy flush that started on his lovely cheeks and the bridge of his nose pooled at the nape of his neck.
Like biting into a ripe fruit, Yeo Jinwoo sank his teeth into Yeo Woohee’s delicate skin.
“Ah… Hyung… Hhng… Hngh…”
While nipping at his neck with sharp teeth, he pressed his cock firmly against the skin just above Yeo Woohee’s navel.
His hand slid down, fingers slipping into the slick, stretched hole, still wet with ointment.
Yeo Woohee trembled, thighs shaking violently, before reaching his climax.
Only then did Yeo Jinwoo rise, having discarded his suit jacket.
The stark contrast of white fluids splattered over the black fabric made the mess glaringly obvious.
“Who told you to come without permission?”
“…I’m sorry.”
“Go to the bathroom and kneel.”
“Hyung, I was wrong. Please forgive me.”
“Yeo Woohee, don’t make me say it twice.”
Yeo Woohee hung his head low, tears streaming down his face like a tragic protagonist in a film.
Barefoot except for a pair of slippers, he stepped into the bathroom.
Since it was a VIP hospital room, the bathroom was as luxurious as any high-end hotel.
Kneeling in the direction of the door, Yeo Woohee desperately covered himself with his hands, trying to suppress the arousal that refused to subside, as if reflecting the desires of his master.
Cold sweat trickled down his skin as he barely resisted the urge to rub himself against the cool tiles.
He had no idea how long he waited.
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