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The slick inner walls accepted his cock without any resistance.
He thrust into Woonhee dryly and mechanically, solely to punish him.
“Ugh. Uhk. Ugh.”
Woonhee let out strained moans.
Thick omega pheromones began to fill the living room.
Thanks to a week of intensive pheromone showers and being filled to the brim with semen, Woonhee’s pheromone glands had begun to function normally.
So this was the intoxicating effect of a dominant omega’s properly secreted pheromones.
Yeo Jinwoo felt like he might come after just a few thrusts.
His head grew foggy, and the desire to devour this omega, to smear himself over him from head to toe, dominated his mind.
The alpha pressed down hard on the omega’s prostate with the head of his cock.
“Uah! Hyung! Ah! Aah!”
The bodyguards patrolling around the villa would probably hear Woonhee’s screams.
He wanted to cut off their ears.
Only Yeo Jinwoo should be allowed to hear this omega’s moans.
He thrust the head of his cock into the entrance of the womb, which after countless heats was perpetually open as if constantly in a heat cycle.
He came inside the tiny womb, no bigger than a fist, and sealed the cervical entrance tightly with a knot.
Woonhee, who had been lying on the couch before being violated, cried pitifully.
Ignoring the tears, Yeo Jinwoo pulled his cock out of the hole as soon as the knot loosened.
“Let’s eat.”
“Hic. Sob.”
Woonhee cried but still got up from the couch.
The omega, who wasn’t allowed a single thread to wear inside the villa, walked with semen trickling down between his legs.
Yeo Jinwoo pointed at the semen dripping onto the floor and scolded him.
“Yeo Woonhee. What is this? So sloppy, dripping semen all over. Drip it one more time. I’ll plug up your hole for good.”
He knew it was impossible not to leak after being filled to the point of bursting with an alpha’s cum, which was exactly why he said it.
Woonhee clamped his knees together, determined not to let any semen drip out, but the white fluid still trickled down between his plump buttocks.
“Again! Again! I went through the trouble of filling you up, why are you leaking it? Are you rebelling because you don’t want to get pregnant?”
“Sob. No. Sob. It’s not that. Sob. Uhk.”
Yeo Woohee stomped his feet in place, utterly at a loss for what to do.
Taking advantage of the situation, Yeo Jinwoo brought out the nipple rings.
He attached the rings with little bells to Woohee’s pink nipples.
While the nipples themselves were a good size, if he kept wearing these rings, he’d end up with a body that couldn’t wear a t-shirt without a bra—his nipples would always be prominent.
Well, Jinwoo thought, he’d just have to go to the department store himself and buy his omega some pretty lingerie to help with the embarrassment his large nipples would cause.
Even now, the rings made his pronounced nipples look unspeakably lewd; once he got pregnant and his breasts swelled with milk, it would be quite a sight.
Jinwoo sat down on a dining chair first, spreading his legs.
Woohee, who had been scolded earlier for spilling semen on the floor, was scared and didn’t sit on his thigh.
He knew that if he sat on the black pants, the semen still inside him might leak out and he’d get in trouble again.
He was clever. But there was no way his omega could escape his gaslighting.
“What are you doing? Sit down and eat.”
“I-it’s just…”
It was obvious what Woohee was worried about, but Jinwoo pretended not to know, scowling fiercely.
As his thick eyebrows knitted together menacingly, Woohee hung his head low and stared at the floor.
“You unhappy that I knotted you? You want me to funnel food down your throat instead?”
“Sniff. That’s not it.”
Woohee eventually sat down on Jinwoo’s black suit pants.
The feeling of his soft, plump white buttocks resting on the firm muscles of Jinwoo’s thigh was wonderful.
Jinwoo fed him spoonfuls of rice, even though Woohee was still leaking semen in little dribbles.
Then, he fed him tender, thoroughly braised galbijjim from the pressure cooker and sweet chestnuts, one after the other.
The way his small mouth moved as he chewed was cute.
His cheeks were puffed out, full of food, so Jinwoo gave him a kiss on one cheek and picked up a piece of homemade cabbage kimchi for him.
He also fed him a balanced mix of boiled cuttlefish and fresh, natural oysters, their briny smell neutralized with organically grown lemons from Jeju Island.
Apparently in a better mood after eating such delicious food, Woohee began swinging his feet.
In rhythm with the movement, the bells on his nipple rings made a tantalizing sound.
Even though he’d just had his omega before the meal, Jinwoo couldn’t hold back anymore.
He flipped Woohee over onto the table.
With every thrust from behind, the dishes on the table rattled.
As Woohee’s pheromone glands recovered, Jinwoo found it increasingly harder to control his own desires.
He came several times in succession, releasing his thin semen into his omega’s womb, before he finally caught his breath.
Then, acting as if nothing had happened, he sat Woohee back on his thigh and continued feeding him.
Perhaps because he’d done this several times lately, Woohee didn’t even complain much, having grown accustomed to it.
After finishing feeding his omega, Jinwoo immediately pointed to his suit pants and scolded Woohee, as if he’d been waiting.
“Yeo Woohee. Look at this. You went and leaked semen on my pants again. Unacceptable. I’m getting the plug.”
“Hyung, no. Please don’t. Woohee will clench his hole tight now, I won’t leak Hyung’s semen. Look, see?”
As Jinwoo stood up to go get the plug from the room, Woohee hung onto his arm, his eyes welling up with tears.
Promising to show how well he could clench, he used his hands to spread his white buttocks and show his tightly puckered hole.
The semen he’d been receiving non-stop had dried white, dirtying the pretty entrance.
Saliva pooled under Jinwoo’s tongue.
He swallowed the sweet saliva that hadn’t even come from seeing the delicious meal, his thick chest heaving rapidly.
Maybe, influenced by his dominant omega, his rut was coming earlier than scheduled.
Even after filling his omega’s belly until it felt like bursting, this insane craving wasn’t satisfied.
He was going crazy even before his rut started; he worried if Woohee could handle it when the real rut hit.
“I know your hole’s a mess, no need to show me.”
He responded coldly and went to fetch the butt plug.
Woohee saw it and shrank back in fear, retreating a few steps.
That small act of defiance made Jinwoo see red.
“You dare run from me?”
“N-no, I’m not! I’m not running!”
Woohee trembled violently and turned around as he’d been taught, using his hands to spread his buttocks.
Jinwoo inserted the plug into his hole as a warning.
“Woohee, I think my rut is coming soon. If you even think of running, you’ll have to kill me first. I absolutely cannot stand the sight of you running away from me.”
“R… Rut?”
“Yeah. Aren’t you happy?”
He bent down and bit Woohee’s nape.
He sucked viciously at the spot where his name was marked, then moved his lips down to the collarbone, piercing the skin there with his canine teeth.
Tasting the sweet, orchid-like scent of his omega’s skin made his cock harden with power again.
He inhaled deeply through his nose, taking in the pheromone scent.
Woohee’s large eyes rolled, thinking, ‘Is he going to do it again?’
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