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Yeo Woohee headed to the auditorium bathroom, a place not often frequented by others.

After checking to ensure the coast was clear, he entered the omega-designated restroom.

Inside a stall, he unzipped his jeans, pulled down his drawers, and removed a heavy pad soaked in clear fluids, rolling it up and tossing it into the trash.

He cleaned the sticky crevice of his hips with tissue, applied a fresh pad to his drawers, and sighed.

“Phew, that was close.”

It seemed his heat was fast approaching.

Opening his calendar app on his phone confirmed it—his cycle was due in a week.

While he still had some suppressants left, there were only five pills remaining, which wouldn’t be enough to endure the heat.

Leaving the stall, Yeo Woohee washed his hands at the sink.

Upon returning to the lecture hall, a group of alpha friends swarmed him, asking where he’d been.

“I just got a call from my brother,” he replied with a sheepish smile.

“Geez, your brother’s such a control freak.”

“Right? You’re not even an omega—what’s he so worried about?”

His alpha friends complained about Yeo Jinwoo, who had a reputation among them as a peculiar older brother.

Throughout middle and high school, Yeo Woohee had to go straight home after classes without hanging out with friends.

If Jinwoo called and Yeo Woohee wasn’t in his room, the scolding was brutal.

Despite that, Yeo Woohee secretly loved being controlled by his brother, even if his alpha friends considered Jinwoo a psychotic tyrant.

“Poor Woohee, let me comfort you. Come here.”

When Jang Kyungsoo reached out to hug him, the other alphas shoved him away, jealously maintaining their unspoken rule to keep a fair distance from Yeo Woohee.

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When lunchtime arrived, the alpha friends urged Yeo Woohee to join them for food, but he delayed, playing back recorded lectures and taking notes.

By the time the others left the student council room, it was empty.

Yeo Woohee stood and moved slowly towards the door, but when his friends called out to hurry, he claimed he needed to use the bathroom and doubled back.

“I’ll be quick!” he said, flashing a charming smile before heading to the restroom.

Once he ensured no one was watching, he swiftly returned to the student council room.

Finding no one inside, he opened Lee Eunsoo’s bag and retrieved five suppressant pills.

‘Thank goodness,’ he sighed.

To avoid suspicion, Yeo Woohee only took small amounts from various omega bags, gradually amassing thirty pills.

For every suppressant he stole, he left 200 won in the owner’s wallet—a meager consolation.

With a lighter step, he headed toward the cafeteria.

If it weren’t for Jinwoo’s constant surveillance, Yeo Woohee wouldn’t have had to resort to stealing.

Without a trusted ally who knew his secondary gender, this was the only way to secure suppressants.

At the cafeteria, his alpha friends had saved him a seat and even brought his tray.

Unusually, his tray had an extra portion of bulgogi.

“Why’d you get me so much food?”

“You’re still so short. Eat up and grow tall.”

The taller alphas teased him, patting his head like a child.

Yeo Woohee pouted, brushing their hands away.

“Dominant alphas grow until they’re twenty-five,” he quipped.

A snort of laughter broke the mood.

The cafeteria fell silent, all eyes on Kim Mincheol, who had just burst out laughing.

“Are you insane, Kim Mincheol?” Jang Kyungsoo shot to his feet, grabbing Mincheol by the collar.

“Am I not allowed to laugh? The world doesn’t revolve around Yeo Woohee, you know. I was just laughing at something my friends said.”

The morning’s tension with Mincheol resurfaced, worsened by his earlier accusation that Yeo Woohee had leaked pheromones in gym class.

“Kyungsoo, stop. I appreciate you standing up for me, but Mincheol’s right. Let him go.”

“Aww, here comes Angel Yeo Woohee to save the day,” Mincheol sneered.

“Are you asking to die?!”

Kyungsoo nearly lunged, but Yeo Woohee held him back.

“Enough. I hate this kind of tension.”

Kyungsoo immediately backed down, but Mincheol stormed out, tears welling in his eyes as he left with his group.

Yeo Woohee forced himself to eat as his friends coaxed him, worried about his appetite.

After lunch, they treated him to snacks at the convenience store.

As he licked a popsicle, its red hue stained his lips like cherries, drawing unconscious stares from his friends.

When his phone buzzed, Yeo Woohee checked to find an invite to a group chat created by Mincheol.

Inside was a video—footage of Yeo Woohee rifling through omega bags in the student council room.

[Come to the auditorium restroom. Now.]

[Since you’re an omega, you’ll know which one.]

“Guys, go ahead to the lecture hall without me,” Yeo Woohee said calmly.

“Why? We’ll wait.”

“I have somewhere to stop by. Sorry.”

Yeo Woohee ran without waiting to hear his alpha friends’ replies.

How did they find out?

He never expected to be cornered in this way.

He had always imagined that such threats would come from Yeo Jinwoo.

It was an awkward situation, sure, but the thought of getting caught by his brother and possibly being locked up in the basement gave him a strange sense of excitement.

He had committed sins, no doubt, but the fact that Kim Mincheol’s group had gone so far as to threaten the youngest member of the OL Group showed they must have had their own desperate reasons.

What might be in our basement?

In his mind, he pictured himself collared like a dog, dragged around naked by Yeo Jinwoo.

He would love it if an enraged Yeo Jinwoo whipped him mercilessly—or, better yet, pounded him relentlessly until he was swollen, only to shove himself inside forcefully.

He wished Jinwoo would skip work and hold him close…

In his fantasy, he would scream in pleasure, begging, “Master, please have mercy!” just before he lost himself completely.

The filthy thoughts alone made his body respond; his entrance throbbed, dripping slick as he stopped running and cautiously began walking toward the auditorium’s omega restroom.

When he entered, Kim Mincheol’s group was already there.

“Hey, if you’re here, kneel.”

How could an omega be this bold?

Feigning fear, Yeo Woohee’s shoulders trembled delicately as he lowered himself to his knees on the filthy restroom floor.

Mincheol’s friends looked at him in shock, their gazes darting to Kim Mincheol.

No matter how much Yeo Woohee had tricked people by pretending to be a dominant alpha, he was still the scion of the prestigious OL Group.

Incurring the wrath of their chairman could destroy their entire families.

Even the frightened omegas in the group shot nervous glances at Yeo Woohee, trying to dissuade Mincheol.

“Mincheol, aren’t you going too far with Woohee?”

“Yeah, what if we all end up destitute because of this?”

Mincheol hesitated, realizing his mistake.

As much as he despised Yeo Woohee, he couldn’t act recklessly.

“That’s enough. Get up.”

Internally, Yeo Woohee scoffed at Mincheol’s lack of resolve.

What kind of threat was this, to force him to kneel and then let him stand without following through?

At the very least, Mincheol should have shoved something into his mouth or kicked him over.

“If you don’t want everyone to know you stole omega suppressants, it’d be better if you took a leave of absence willingly.”

“Fine. I’ll even transfer to another school. Just delete that video, please.”

Yeo Woohee surrendered immediately, putting on a show of trembling and clasping his hands together as he looked up at Mincheol with tearful eyes.

The thought of being blackmailed with the video indefinitely sent a rush of endorphins through him.

But these foolish omegas deleted the video on the spot and even showed him their phones to confirm it.

How naive could they be?

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