Defile me, says the Villain chapter 88

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Yeo Jinwoo gritted his teeth, remembering how Yeo Woohee had taken suppressants, sealing his pheromone glands shut.

He’d probably done it because he was afraid that if his Omega nature was discovered, Yeo Jinwoo would rape him.

But that very fear had led him to this: reduced to a state where he now received his Alpha’s seed into his hole, day after day.

He’d secretly taken the morning-after pill, declaring he would never carry his child, and had even clung to him, begging him to take in and live with his own biological mother.

Though it was all in the past, fury shot straight to the top of his head, making his thrusts rough.

Yeo Jinwoo came inside the uterus that had just been knotted, again and again.

With his now-softened cock, Yeo Woohee released a trickle of clear fluid.

He pulled his cock out of the hole and grabbed the two legs tired from the rough coupling.

Like a fisherman who had landed a prize catch, he held the omega upside down, making sure the semen stayed lodged deep inside.

He could have just plugged the hole with his knot, but he was both insanely pleased and filled with hatred for this Woohee who did not love him.

For fourteen years, he had lived in anguish, mistakenly believing he loved his alpha half-brother, trapped in a cycle of being locked in a mental hospital and then released.

The very thing that had made him this madman was none other than Woohee’s utter indifference.

The blood had rushed to Woohee’s head, crimson veins visible in his eyes.

Yeo Jinwoo released the ankles and climbed on top of the omega—the omega he could never truly possess, no matter how much he came, raped, or knotted him—and pulled him into a tight embrace.

“Woohee-ya, love me. It’s the only way you get to live.”

“……Hic. Sob.”

A small, resentful sob leaked from within his embrace.

“Want to try imprinting on me, hyung? If you get imprinted, I’ll take suppressants. Hm? That’s a good boy. Here, bite my neck. Yes. Good job.”

Yeo Jinwoo pushed his neck into Woohee’s mouth.

Woohee bit down on his nape, just lightly, like he was biting into a cream bun.

Yeo Jinwoo scrambled up and dashed into the bathroom with the mirror.

“……Ah.”

There was nothing.

Not even a trace of tooth marks remained.

He obsessively rubbed the unmarked nape with his hand, then his eyes widened, rimmed red with the anger and resentment of an unrequited love that would never be rewarded.

“How many times must I break you, my flower, to finally have you?”

He would become an axe.

If ten strikes weren’t enough to break it, he would strike a hundred, a thousand times until he possessed it.

Yeo Jinwoo splashed cold water on his face at the sink and returned to the room where he had left Woohee.

The only thing God could do for a poor omega who had to fully endure the rut of a dominant alpha was to get him pregnant, so his heat would pass quickly.

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He had a dream.

In it, he saw a cute white fox with triangular ears.

It kept trying to run away, so he grabbed its tail.

The fox cried, covering its snout with its short front paws.

He watched for a moment, then picked it up and held it in his arms, soothing it.

‘Hey fox, stop crying.’

‘Please spare me. I’m too small, there’s nothing to eat on me.’

‘I’m not going to eat you. Why would I kill a beautiful fox like you?’

‘Waaahhh! Spare the fox!’

He worried the fox might have a fit and die from fright.

He held the white fox and rocked it back and forth.

Yet, the fox still tried to escape from his embrace.

Even when the fox’s claws scratched his forearm, he didn’t let go and instead kissed it.

He wondered why the fox he loved so much was afraid of him.

He held the fox by the scruff of its neck and walked to a lake.

His reflection in the water’s surface was that of a tiger.

So that’s why the fox doesn’t love me, he thought, and thick tears streamed down his face.

The tiger’s tears dripped into the lake, and the fox wiped his tear-stained cheeks with its dainty front paws.

He released the scruff of the fox’s neck.

Then, the fox beamed.

Excited, it shook its fluffy tail, stood up on its hind legs, and danced.

Its plump, white cheeks flushed a peach-like pink.

The tiger’s heart ached with fondness for the fox. He caught the fox again and held it close to his chest.

In his heart, he told himself he was just worried such a small and fragile fox might get hurt, but the truth was, the tiger was afraid the fox would abandon him and leave.

‘Waaaah. Mr. Tiger, please let the fox go.’

‘Little fox, don’t go anywhere. Stay by my side and become the tiger’s bride. I’ll give you delicious fruit as a gift for your whole life.’

‘Hic. Sob. Lies.’

‘It’s true. I’ll give you any fruit you want to eat.’

‘Then give me a peach. I was born in this forest and have never seen a peach tree before.’

The clever fox schemed, like the turtle tricked into fetching the rabbit’s liver.

Peaches were precious fruits; humans had to fertilize and carefully tend the trees for them to grow.

They absolutely could not exist in a forest inhabited only by animals.

The fox’s mind was solely occupied with thoughts of tricking the other and escaping.

‘So, will you become my bride?’

‘Yes, Mr. Tiger. The fox will even bear your cubs. But in return, if you cannot give me a peach by the end of today, you must let me go.’

‘Today is too short. No. Two weeks.’

‘One week. I can’t concede any more.’

The fox likely hoped the tiger wouldn’t be able to provide the promised peach and would release him.

But the tiger couldn’t give up on the fox.

To secure the fox’s agreement to marry him, he wandered through the forest searching for a peach tree.

The sun began to set.

The moon rose, and then the sun rose again.

Still unable to find a peach in the forest, the tiger’s heart burned black with frustration, blaming the rapidly passing time.

Waking from the dream, Yeo Jinwoo immediately checked the fox, Yeo Woohee, he had been holding tightly in his arms.

Relieved to find Yeo Woohee still within his grasp, he let out a sigh.

The omega, suffering from his rut, had cried until his eyelids were puffy and both cheeks were flushed red.

Jinwoo brought a warm towel from the bathroom, wiped the tear-streaked face, and applied moisturizing lotion.

Though still deeply asleep, Jinwoo rolled Yeo Woohee snugly in the blanket to prevent him from escaping while he was in the kitchen.

He left the windowless room and locked the door.

He showered and changed clothes in a different bathroom.

In the kitchen, he sifted flour.

He made the génoise for the cake and prepared sugar syrup and fresh cream.

He washed and dried strawberries, then hulled them.

He sliced the génoise into three layers with a bread knife.

To ensure the cake would be moist when eaten, he brushed each layer with sugar syrup and spread a thin layer of fresh cream.

He repeated the process of densely placing strawberries on top, then stacked the génoise layers.

He meticulously covered the top and sides of the cake with cream.

He arranged strawberries like a rail around the cake’s edge and dusted it with powdered sugar.

He placed the completed strawberry cake in the refrigerator.

It needed to chill and mature for at least three hours to taste its best, rather than being eaten immediately.

Finishing the dessert preparations, he moved on to setting the breakfast table.

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