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“This is so cliché. You always mess up and then beg for forgiveness.”
Yeo Jinwoo grabbed Yeo Woohee’s head and shoved it against his crotch.
“Mmff.”
“How do you think I felt when I texted you, and you didn’t answer—only to be in another guy’s room?”
“Hic…”
He should have ended the call first, but Butler Kang was completely paralyzed under the overwhelming pheromones of the dominant Alpha, unable to move a single finger.
On the other end of the line, Na Taejoon held his breath, trying to grasp the situation.
“Feels like shit, huh? Makes you wonder if you even trained what’s yours properly, doesn’t it?”
“Aah, hyung… Hic… No. No, please. Please save me.”
Yeo Woohee was being dragged away, both wrists restrained.
Even as he sobbed and begged for help, Butler Kang couldn’t move—too terrified of Yeo Jinwoo.
The memories of being tormented under his whip still haunted him, surfacing in his nightmares.
The door shut, and the phone screen displayed the call’s disconnection.
Woohee’s body went limp as if giving up.
No matter how much he struggled, it was useless.
He was shoved into the elevator, his tear-streaked face flushed red, strands of his light brown hair clinging to his skin.
Yeo Jinwoo gently swept aside Woohee’s sweat-dampened bangs with a tender touch.
“My Woohee, no matter how scared you are, don’t ever beg to be saved. I’d never kill you, so why are you asking me to spare you?”
The elevator chimed, doors sliding open.
Woohee collapsed onto the floor, sobbing, but Jinwoo easily scooped him up and carried him inside.
He was thrown onto the bed like a discarded parcel, his clothes torn apart like fragile paper.
“Hhhu… Hic… Hyung, please… I’m scared. Don’t do this.”
Gripping the tattered remnants of his shredded clothes, Yeo Woohee pleaded desperately.
Yeo Jinwoo simply stood there, unmoving, after placing Yeo Woohee on the bed.
He released an overwhelming surge of pheromones, fully intending to drive the omega into heat.
At first, Yeo Woohee only flinched, his body reacting instinctively.
But soon, he felt the heat spreading through him.
Shedding the useless scraps of clothing on his own, he let out fevered, whimpering moans.
His pink cock stood fully erect, glistening with droplets of clear precum.
Yet, Yeo Woohee’s hands didn’t reach for his cock. Instead, they moved to his entrance.
Mindlessly, he pushed his fingers inside, leaving his thighs and rear soaked with slick.
Yeo Jinwoo didn’t just stand by and watch as Yeo Woohee touched the place that no one— not even he himself— should dare to touch without permission.
Without a single word of reprimand, he released even more pheromones, forcing the omega to spread his legs wider and tremble uncontrollably.
“Hah… hngh… mmh…”
Yeo Woohee, lost in a daze, murmured sweetly, begging to be held.
As if controlled by an invisible force, he moved like a marionette on strings, shifting into a position that made it easier for the alpha to enter.
With his hips raised high and his upper body pressed into the mattress, his peaked nipples rubbed against the sheets, sending shivers through him.
His large, trembling hips contrasted sharply with his slender waist.
Yeo Jinwoo licked his dry lips and unzipped his pants.
Soon, his omega’s heat would fully take hold.
Even though Yeo Woohee was completely bare, Jinwoo remained fully dressed in his suit as he climbed onto the bed.
Twisting Yeo Woohee’s arms behind his back, he pressed forward, stretching him with an almost unbearable fullness.
“Aah… Ugh… Ah!”
The aroused omega let out a scream filled with agony.
Their insides, drenched in alpha pheromones, accepted it without any resistance.
A space that had been empty was now filled with something substantial, causing slick fluids to seep out.
Their shoulders flushed red with shame.
A trail of kisses rained down along the delicate curve of their neck.
Yeo Woohee shuddered and shook his head in refusal.
Annoyed, Yeo Jinwoo struck Yeo Woohee’s buttocks with his palm.
“Ahh! It hurts… Hngh, it hurts!”
Like an animal in heat, he had no choice but to lift his hips, but the position faltered.
Yeo Woohee rubbed his face against the bedsheet, sobbing from the pain.
Jinwoo grabbed the reddened mark on his smooth skin and kneaded it firmly.
“Ah! Hyung, stop… Hngh, please, just stop!”
Each time Jinwoo moved, the weight of him pressed down, striking deep inside his abdomen.
“Do you really want me to stop? Can you handle what comes after?”
Yeo Jinwoo grabbed the back of his head and yanked it like a rein.
His tear-streaked face was raw, the skin around his eyes inflamed and reddened.
Yeo Jinwoo’s lips brushed against Yeo Woohee’s ear.
His tongue traced the curve of the helix before slipping into the canal.
“If you want your parents to find out you’re a fake son, go ahead. I don’t care.”
“Hup… Hh… Hhk…”
“How did someone this obscene manage to pretend to be an Alpha all this time? Hm? Woohee?”
Yeo Jinwoo pinched Yeo Woohee’s sensitive spot with his fingers.
The tight space wrapped firmly around him, squeezing as if resisting.
Jinwoo furrowed his brows, looking down with dissatisfaction at how constricted it still was.
Despite how many times he had worked to loosen Woohee up, it still felt as tight as ever—almost like it was untouched.
He couldn’t help but worry—how would Woohee ever be able to bear his child like this?
“Aah! Hnn… Hic… It hurts… Please… Hyung, I was wrong…”
“From now on, when I call you, you’d better come running right away. If you ignore my texts one more time, I’ll make sure your parents see you with my cock buried in you, dripping slick everywhere.”
Even as he said that, Yeo Jinwoo had no real intention of letting anyone else see him having sex with Yeo Woohee.
He wouldn’t share something so precious—not even for a second.
But this innocent fool eagerly nodded, promising never to ignore a summons again.
Jinwoo pressed a kiss to the damp ends of Woohee’s sweat-soaked hair.
“Finally…”
Jinwoo gazed at Woohee with eyes wet with ecstasy.
The omega’s long-sealed pheromone glands had burst open, spilling a sweet orchid scent as intoxicating as it was obscene.
Gripping Woohee’s slender waist, Jinwoo slammed his cock deep inside.
“Ah!”
Woohee trembled violently, overwhelmed as Jinwoo struck against the entrance to his womb.
Even though Jinwoo had already buried himself to the base, he clutched Woohee’s waist, pressing their bodies as close as possible.
“N-no! No, not there… Ah, no—!”
The hardness deep inside him pressed against the entrance of his core, beginning to swell.
Yeo Woohee tried to crawl forward in an attempt to escape, but a firm grip on his waist held him so tightly that it felt like bruises would form.
“No… hng… Hyung, you can’t.”
“Why not? I’m just making sure what’s mine stays mine.”
The tight space around him reflexively clenched.
Even though he knew it was an automatic reaction, Yeo Jinwoo smirked at the thought that Yeo Woohee was feeling it too.
“You’ll never get away from me.”
“Hic… No… I can’t… I can’t get pregnant…”
“Ah, right. That would be a problem, huh? If people found out you were carrying my child? Fine. Let’s just expose the fact that you’re not actually my brother.”
Held tightly in his arms, Yeo Woohee sobbed desperately, pleading for him not to do it.
But Yeo Jinwoo didn’t soothe him.
There was no need—sooner or later, he had to accept that he belonged to Yeo Jinwoo.
Holding Yeo Woohee close, Yeo Jinwoo whispered, “I love you, Yeo Woohee.”
Then, he sank his teeth into the nape of the omega’s neck.
His sharp fangs pierced soft skin, drawing a trickle of blood.
As his alpha pheromones spread through the wound, his name—“Yeo Jinwoo”—was imprinted there.
At last, Yeo Woohee was completely his.
A perfect gift for his now-ex brother.
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