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“Mommy, Woohee is sorry. Woohee won’t ask for toys or anything. Woohee will study very hard.”

She realized the wet towel had been placed by Woohee.

The boy had carried it with his tiny hands, soaking it in cold water from a basin.

His little red fingertips, chilled from the cold water, caught her eye.

The child, so small, struggled to wring out the towel, water dripping down onto the floor.

Woohee placed the damp cloth on her forehead.

“Mommy, don’t be sick.”

“…Alright.”

She closed her eyes tightly. It was impossible to hate this child. Her walls crumbled.

Out of Kim Minjeong’s sight, Woohee smiled slyly.

His youthful appearance made him all the more endearing, and he knew it.

Kim Minjeong’s gentle nature as an omega made her easier to win over.

Woohee resolved never to stray into the delinquent path like the problematic characters in novels.

Prison?

Over his dead body.

He would live a life of luxury in this chaebol household, find his fated master, marry them, and never meddle in company affairs again.

Having successfully drawn Kim Minjeong to his side, Woohee deliberately spilled the water basin while exiting the room.

Panicked, he glanced at her for a reaction.

Kim Minjeong summoned a servant to clean up the mess.

“I’m sorry. Please don’t abandon Woohee. Woohee was wrong. I won’t do it again.”

He spoke with a babyish lisp, immediately kneeling on the floor.

Woohee feigned terror, glancing at Kim Minjeong as if anticipating a scolding or even a slap.

He clutched his stomach, wincing in feigned pain.

Alarmed, she rushed over.

“What’s wrong? Did you hurt yourself?”

“Woohee’s tummy hurts.”

Just as he had shown Chairman Yeo his bruises, he revealed them to Kim Minjeong.

She was horrified to learn the child she had sent to an orphanage returned with bruises all over his body.

The idea of anyone hitting a child was beyond her comprehension.

“Call the doctor immediately! What are you all doing, just standing there while the child is hurt?”

“Madam, the family doctor already examined the young master’s injuries. He said it would take at least a month for the bruises to heal completely.”

A month? That meant the injuries were severe.

Kim Minjeong pulled Woohee into a tight embrace.

Though she despised the servants involved in her husband’s infidelity, she realized this child was innocent.

While she could never erase the painful memories of the past, she decided to make an exception for Woohee.

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When Yeo Jinwoo returned from school, he was astonished to find Woohee sitting in the living room.

He wanted to embrace him tightly, showering him with kisses, and lock him away in a cage so he’d never disappear again.

But that would only lead to Woohee being sent back to the orphanage, and this time, he might never return.

So instead, Jinwoo merely lifted the corners of his lips into a restrained smile.

“Woohee, I was so worried about you. You must’ve had a tough time.”

Woohee didn’t cry. Why? What had happened in that orphanage to mature his beloved little brother so quickly? Jinwoo picked at the hangnail on his finger until it bled.

“Do you want to play with toys with me?”

Under the watchful eyes of the servants pretending to work, Jinwoo led Woohee to his room, unable to close the door with the servant stationed in the hallway.

He donned the mask of the doting older brother.

He would wait. Then, he would have him.

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Winning over Chairman Yeo and his wife had been far easier than expected.

Woohee realized that being young and cute was his greatest weapon.

While munching on a chocolate cookie Kim Minjeong had given him, he waited in the living room for Jinwoo.

When Jinwoo returned and spotted Woohee, he stopped in his tracks.

His reaction wasn’t joy—just a slight lift of his lips.

“Woohee, I was so worried about you. You’ve been through a lot, haven’t you? Do you want to play with toys with me?”

Jinwoo took Woohee by the hand and led him to his room.

“Let’s play with dolls. You’re the bunny, and I’m the bear.”

Holding the bunny and bear plushies, Jinwoo acted out a little scene. Woohee’s eyes widened.

Could it be!

“Our Woohee needs to grow up quickly, okay?”

If he had been an actual child, he wouldn’t have understood what the plushies were doing.

But Woohee was a university student trapped in a child’s body, a cunning predator in search of a master to dominate him.

Ah, Jinwoo’s future potential was enormous.

What to do—take him or leave him?

“You’re going to be punished. Since Woohee did something wrong, write ‘Hyung, I love you’ a hundred times in the notebook.”

Yeo Jinwoo went to his desk and pulled out a chair.

Woohee’s heart began to race.

Crazy.

How could he not take a bite when it’s this delicious? How could he resist?

The villain, who had been after Yeo Jinwoo, had gotten Na Taejoon imprisoned for tormenting him, but how could he let go of such a perfect ideal type?

He was so nervous his hands were trembling.

Thinking he was scared, Yeo Jinwoo patted his back and reassured him that his older brother wasn’t really mad.

What should I do? I feel like I’m going to nosebleed. What happens if he really gets angry?

Swallowing dryly, Woohee awkwardly wrote “Hyung, I love you” in a crooked line in the notebook Yeo Jinwoo opened for him.

Yeo Jinwoo kept a close watch, never taking his eyes off him while he wrote.

For some reason, Woohee’s bottom wiggled with a strange tickle as he wrote.

His fingers started to ache from holding the pencil after writing a hundred times, and he briefly stopped to shake his hand.

“Does your hand hurt?”

“Yes.”

“Still, it’s your punishment, so keep writing.”

Woohee’s fine hair stood on end.

As expected, this kind of master-type Alpha was someone he could never let slip away.

He was someone who would perfectly control and make him submit.

Woohee imagined being captured and humiliated by him. It was blissful.

Lost in his fantasies, Woohee didn’t find it hard to finish the task.

After an hour, when he finally completed the punishment, Yeo Jinwoo stood him up from the chair.

He contentedly put the notebook, filled with “Hyung, I love you,” into his drawer.

“Hyung loves Woohee a lot too. You did well.”

The definite reward that came after the punishment.

With his heart fluttering, Woohee, still in Yeo Jinwoo’s arms, changed his plan of living a cushy life as a second-generation chaebol.

Quietly, once he turned twenty, he had planned to leave this house and find his master.

There would be SM clubs in this world too, and while he could find a master who would make him submit there, it was just a place for occasional play.

The one who could perfectly tighten and Transmigrat him was right in front of him.

Moreover, Yeo Jinwoo believed him to be his half-brother.

If Yeo Jinwoo made him fall in love with him, it meant that Woohee could naturally create a situation where Yeo Jinwoo would want him.

He could live a life completely bound to him, dragged along and dominated—not just a temporary play.

If Na Taejoon would stop tormenting him, that was fine, and he didn’t even need to step foot in the company.

In such an attractive environment, backing down would be like a dog willingly following its leash, even knowing it’s there.

Woohee was not that kind of person.

He would make Yeo Jinwoo want to conquer him.

He would.

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