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Meanwhile…
Yeo Woohee waited for Jinwoo to return.
Though he was grateful his master had come so early in the morning, now that he’d received punishment, it was time to earn a reward.
The door opened, and he heard Taejoon’s footsteps fleeing the villa.
Sitting with his legs spread in a W shape, he alternated hands to wipe away his tears.
He was playing the part of the cute, airheaded beauty, the kind that would make his master feel dominant and powerful just by existing.
“Taejoon, are you okay? Taejoon!”
He didn’t actually care much.
He’d heard Taejoon running away but, for the sake of maintaining a kind image, he called out as if genuinely worried.
That traitor didn’t even respond, clearly out to save his own skin.
Jinwoo stood guard to ensure Woohee didn’t try to escape too.
The front door’s lock clicked shut.
He picked Woohee up and spun him around gently.
Once the crying stopped, Jinwoo kissed his cheek with a smile.
“Good boy, our Woohee. Let’s take a look at how bad hyung got hurt. Come lie down.”
He lowered Yeo Woohee onto the bed, bending his knees to spread his legs.
The hole was swollen red from being roughly handled.
Yeo Jinwoo quickly licked around the rim with his tongue, then slid it inside to coat the passage with saliva.
Woohee squirmed, whimpering that he wanted his hyung’s cock, but Jinwoo told him to hold on—they needed to eat first.
Lifting his head from between the omega’s thighs, he licked his lips, slick with slick, then carefully bundled Woohee in the blanket.
“Stay put.”
Jinwoo locked the bedroom door and returned to the living room.
The villa’s caretaker was standing on a chair, installing blackout curtains over the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Jinwoo tossed his suit jacket onto the sofa, undid his dress shirt cuffs, and rolled the sleeves up to his forearms.
When he stepped into the kitchen, the caretaker hurried over, panting, and offered to prepare breakfast.
“No. I want to cook for my omega myself. From now on, don’t come near the villa unless I call you. And don’t even think about entering the breeding room, even if I ask you to clean it.”
“Y-yes, of course. I’ll take my leave then, Director. Call me anytime.”
The caretaker bowed politely to Jinwoo, who was much younger, then glanced furtively at the room where the young master was confined.
Though inwardly distressed—What do I do? This is insane—he was just a servant.
There was nothing he could do but pretend not to notice.
With the caretaker gone, only the two of them remained in the villa.
Before cooking, Jinwoo called his security team to gather nearby, just in case.
He doubted Kang Dohee—the one who had kidnapped Woohee in that van—would let this go.
If she was involved with Na Taejoon, she might come after Woohee again.
The main reason Jinwoo had spared Dohee so far was that she had once saved Woohee’s life as a child.
That, and the fact that she already had her own omega.
He opened the fridge and took out ingredients.
He’d attended cooking classes just to feed his omega after marriage.
He minced garlic, sliced scallions, marinated pork for stir-fry, and tossed it into the pan.
In the rice cooker, he mixed white and brown rice.
He fried sausages in ketchup sauce, made japchae, and added fried patties.
Later, after putting Woohee to bed, he planned to make kimchi himself.
He had to take care of everything.
He plated the side dishes neatly and set them on the table, scooping two servings of rice and laying out only one pair of chopsticks and a spoon.
When he opened the bedroom door, Woohee was still wrapped in the blanket.
He unwound it and pulled his omega out.
Exhausted, Woohee had already fallen asleep.
“Woohee, you need to eat. Wake up.”
“M’sleepy…”
His omega pouted adorably, a little walnut forming under his chin.
Jinwoo carried him to the living room, sitting on the dining chair with Woohee perched on his thigh.
He tipped cool water into Woohee’s mouth, then fed him spoonfuls of rice, alternating with bites of bulgogi.
Slowly, Woohee’s chewing became more alert, and his eyes fluttered open.
Jinwoo grinned at Woohee’s shamelessness—acting like he deserved to be pampered just because he’d been punished since morning.
How can someone be this cute?
Woohee, pretending to be angry, pointed imperiously.
“This! This!” ordering Jinwoo around, but all the fury that had been boiling inside him since arriving at the villa melted away instantly.
What a damn fox.
He diligently fed Woohee, only eating his own meal after the rice and side dishes had cooled.
As Jinwoo ate, Woohee squirmed in his lap and whined.
“Hyung, look at my nipple. You pinched it and now it’s like this.”
He puffed out his chest indignantly, and Jinwoo caught the nipple between his chopsticks.
After swallowing his mouthful of rice, he lowered his head as if to take it into his mouth.
“Hng—no! You’re not supposed to eat this! Don’t eat Woohee’s nipple!”
Jinwoo released it with a teasing nip from his front teeth.
“Really?” he asked.
“I thought you were offering it as a side dish for your meal.”
Yeo Woohee pouted his lips, covering his bitten nipple with his hand without having recovered his initial investment.
This guy only acted like this because he knew exactly how much he was loved.
Otherwise, after just being punished like that, he wouldn’t be able to act like he owned the world now.
After finishing the meal, Yeo Jinwoo carried Yeo Woohee and placed him on the living room sofa.
Although Yeo Woohee quickly used the TV remote to purchase and turn on a drama, Yeo Jinwoo didn’t stop him, as he was currently in the reward phase.
Yeo Jinwoo briefly left the villa to gather his luggage.
He retrieved a travel suitcase from the trunk of his parked car and returned.
Laying the large suitcase flat on the floor, he unzipped it.
In the kitchen, teacups and plates his mother had collected before getting married were displayed in a glass cabinet.
He took them all out and retrieved a box of chocolates from the suitcase, arranging them like a store display.
The gaze of Yeo Woohee, who had been watching the drama, wouldn’t leave the glass display case.
Yeo Jinwoo picked up an almond chocolate ball in his hand.
Yeo Woohee, seeming to have already assumed it was for him to eat, straightened his posture from where he had been lounging loosely on the sofa.
Even though the punishment was over, Yeo Jinwoo pressed his younger brother with an expressionless face to ensure this wouldn’t happen again.
“Yeo Woohee. Why did you run away?”
“Mom. Mom brought Woohee. Woohee really didn’t know.”
Yeo Woohee, who had become cocky thinking the punishment was over, drew his knees together and curled his body into a small ball.
He glanced furtively at Yeo Jinwoo, unsure what to do, afraid of getting scolded.
Yeo Woohee used the third person to refer to himself when treated harshly, just like when he was little.
It was a temporary infantile regression, a way for someone who had suffered psychological shock to escape from a painful reality.
Yeo Jinwoo knew how much his very existence pained Yeo Woohee, yet he couldn’t give him up.
If such a method existed, he would have done it for the sake of his beloved Omega.
“Woohee-ya, the reason you were punished since early this morning is because you asked Mom for help.”
Yeo Jinwoo sat next to Yeo Woohee and, in a very affectionate voice, explained the reason for the punishment.
Yeo Woohee made a small, pathetic excuse that he hadn’t asked for help.
But Yeo Jinwoo continued the gaslighting, placing all the blame for everything on Yeo Woohee.
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