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“Hyung, I want to get pregnant with your baby. Sob. Hyung, please knock up Woohee.”
“Good, my Omega. Hyung will breed you nice and hard.”
The hand that had been gripping his hair tightly released its hold.
Overwhelmed with happiness, Yeo Woohee sobbed and cried.
It was the best play ever.
If the teacup had been filled to the brim with Master’s cum, he would have held out longer and taken more punishment without yielding.
Yeo Jinwoo carefully lifted the teacup, wary of spilling the slick beaded like a convex lens due to surface tension.
He cleaned up the scene of their play himself, then picked up the exhausted Yeo Woohee, who was sprawled on the floor, and carried him.
They entered the largest bathroom in the villa.
There, a ceramic bathtub, smaller than a swimming pool but about the size of a public bathhouse tub, awaited.
Yeo Jinwoo set Woohee down in the tub and turned on the tap, letting warm water flow.
Rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt, he hummed a tune and busied himself.
While he was briefly gone, Woohee leaned his head against the edge of the tub, gazing at the water droplets forming on the ceiling.
It was incredible.
He felt this was his blessing too.
As the tub gradually filled, his legs submerged beneath the water’s surface.
Rubbing his lower abdomen, he imagined being pregnant.
He’d read many Omegaverse BL novels and was familiar with the mpreg trope, but having never experienced it himself, he felt both excited and anxious.
Yeo Jinwoo went out into the villa garden and picked a large handful of rose petals, washing them clean under running water.
Since the roses were grown without pesticides, they would release a lovely fragrance and soften the skin when added to a sitz bath.
He collected the petals in a strainer and returned to the bathroom.
He scattered the rose petals carefully into the warm water to prevent clumping.
The sight of Woohee, knees drawn up and looking shy, was utterly endearing.
“Hyung will treat you right. From now on, our Woohee shouldn’t resist and just accept Hyung’s love. Understood?”
“……Yes.”
“Good boy. My Omega.”
He tenderly stroked the head of Woohee, who must have had a hard time being broken and forced to submit today.
Yeo Jinwoo began unbuttoning his dress shirt to join him in washing up.
The expensive suit pants and silk dress shirt were discarded on the bathroom tiles.
Yeo Jinwoo stepped naked into the tub, causing water to overflow.
He turned off the tap and put his other leg in.
Another large wave of water sloshed over, wetting the bathroom tiles.
The discarded suit, so sharp and recognizable when worn by the Alpha, was now thoroughly soaked and limp, unrecognizable.
He felt the sight mirrored himself—conquered by love, becoming infinitely tender.
Yeo Jinwoo sat behind Woohee, holding his slender neck with one hand and massaging it gently.
The muscles, which had tensed up in fear of the large hand, relaxed, realizing there was no more danger.
The massage moved from his neck down to his shoulders.
Under the skilled hands, reminiscent of a professional masseur, Woohee soon closed his eyes and completely surrendered his body.
Yeo Jinwoo didn’t wake him.
He let him soak in the warm water, then drained the tub.
He shampooed the sleeping Omega’s hair and meticulously soaped his limbs with a lathered-up shower sponge, lifting them as he cleaned.
After the bath, he dried the wet body with a fluffy towel and took Woohee to a room without windows.
Yeo Jinwoo laid his Omega down on the bed, applied ointment to his chest and hole, then lay down beside him.
He couldn’t believe it.
He had finally gotten Yeo Woohee.
They weren’t married yet, so he didn’t have him completely, but Woohee had said it himself—he wanted to get pregnant with his child.
His heart thumped adorably, a stark contrast to the fierce Alpha who had brutally pressured the Omega for an answer.
He let Woohee use one arm as a pillow and wrapped the other around his shoulders, holding him close.
Perhaps in the distant future, if Woohee bore his child and they lived together, calling each other not ‘Hyung’ but ‘Honey’ lovingly, maybe he would come to truly love him and they could bond.
A bond couldn’t be forced; he had no choice but to keep waiting and be patient for Woohee to open his heart.
He couldn’t say his one-sided love was perfectly rewarded yet, but it felt like they were gradually getting closer.
Yeo Jinwoo held Woohee close, recharging his depleted energy, then got up.
He put on his pants and headed to the kitchen.
It felt like he’d just fed him breakfast, but it was already time for lunch.
As he prepared lunch, he decided to make the tiramisu for tomorrow in advance, so it could set in the fridge for a day.
Yeo Woonhee sat naked on the couch, watching television.
The only permitted programs were documentaries, children’s shows, and the news.
Dramas were strictly controlled as they were deemed detrimental to one’s emotional state.
Though he was curious about the drama plot he had glimpsed with Na Taejoon, he couldn’t watch it.
He understood why he wasn’t allowed access to various media, so while it was inconvenient, he felt a certain twisted satisfaction.
All these regulations were meant to prevent him from realizing that the sadistic control, obsession, and abuse inflicted upon him were abnormal.
It was the same logic used by dictatorships that banned foreign dramas and movies—to keep the oppressed from ever recognizing the irrationality and to brainwash them constantly.
Yeo Jinwoo was a typical dictator.
His sturdy arms and broad chest were nothing but a cozy trash can.
Perfect for housing trash like himself.
The 82-inch television had a screen so clear it felt almost wasteful to only watch documentaries.
It was a documentary about mantises titled, ‘Mating for their Lives: The Mantis.’
He’d put it on hoping for some mildly stimulating content, but he’d been stupid to expect anything actually sexy.
In a transparent terrarium was a female mantis.
The owner had acquired a male mantis for breeding purposes and placed him inside.
[As autumn arrives, mantises mate. Mr. Jeonghoon has just placed the male mantis into the terrarium. Now, let’s observe this pair of mantises.]
The male and female engaged in an intense standoff.
The documentary narrator spoke.
[It may seem like the male is forcing himself on a receptive female, but in reality, the female mantis has successfully lured the male by releasing an irresistible pheromone. The male uses the antennae on his abdomen to feel the female. He has found what he desired. The male inserts himself into the female.]
The male mantis was raping the female mantis.
[The male mantis must perform this act of love, risking his life.]
Inside the small terrarium, the green, leaf-like mantises continued mating.
The male shook his lower body rapidly, thrusting his genitalia into the female.
[The male knows he will be eaten if he engages in reproductive activity with the female. His brain, for the sake of survival, tries to stop him. That’s why the female starts by eating the male’s head. Even without a head, the male continues moving his lower body driven solely by the urge to reproduce.]
The narrator’s voice continued over the image of the overlapping mantises.
[He has successfully ejaculated. It is a sexual desire that even death cannot stop. Now, the female mantis will lay her eggs.]
Yeo Jinwoo, who was making braised short ribs in the kitchen, turned off the television with the remote.
If he’d known the documentary would provide such unhealthy education, he wouldn’t have allowed it to be watched all this time.
“No more documentaries from now on.”
“Then I want to watch dramas.”
“Yeo Woonhee. You promised to listen to hyung.”
Yeo Jinwoo’s voice dropped low as he glared down intimidatingly at Woonhee.
Woonhee sulked, lying down on the couch and hiding his face.
“I said I want to watch dramas. Dramas,” his voice, muffled by the couch, trembled tearfully.
“You think acting like a baby will get you everything?”
Yeo Jinwoo unzipped his pants and grabbed the hips of Woonhee, who was lying with his back exposed.
Without any foreplay, he pushed his cock in.
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