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“It’d be best if you left as soon as possible. Otherwise, we’ll reveal to the whole school that you’re an omega.”

“Uh-huh.”

The anticlimactic resolution left Yeo Woohee responding half-heartedly.

Misinterpreting his reaction as fear, the omega group shrank further in self-doubt.

“Go ahead and tell your family. See what happens to you.”

“Alright, I’ll keep it a secret. Can I leave now?”

What a letdown.

If it were him, he would’ve forced them to strip, taken compromising photos, and even extorted money.

Maybe shoved their faces into a toilet for good measure.

Things just never seemed to go his way. Why were there no competent bullies around?

Then again, at a prestigious private university filled with overachieving rich kids, expecting too much was unrealistic.

He’d have to transfer to a lower-tier university, the kind described as a “sewer” in novels, if he wanted the trash to torment him properly.

He resolved to transfer to one of those universities.

But convincing his parents—and especially Yeo Jinwoo—would be a challenge.

If he told them he was being bullied, his parents would likely convene with the department head to cause a scene, and Yeo Jinwoo would track down the culprits and ruin their families.

He just wanted to transfer quietly—how could he make that happen?

Ah, that’s right. Kang Dohee attended that school!

He could say he’d been searching for the friend who saved him from the orphanage.

It would be a good excuse, even if it made his parents cry.

What did it matter?

As someone already plotting indecencies with his brother, worrying about his parents’ feelings seemed laughable.

Humming, Yeo Woohee headed to his English Literature lecture.

A classmate seated next to him asked if something good had happened.

“Why do you ask?”

“Your face is glowing.”

“Really? Maybe it’s because I just washed my face.”

Yeo Woohee touched his cheek and gave the classmate a shy smile.

The beta stared at him, captivated.

Behind them, alpha classmates entered late, slamming their desks in jealous frustration.

While this daily life had its charms, Yeo Woohee found himself longing for the chaos of being tossed into a gang of delinquents.

It could be the last chance to make memories of his school days—a blessing in disguise, really.

He fantasized about being dragged to a deserted corner of the campus on his first day at the new university.

His thighs quivered as he imagined it. His slick gushed embarrassingly, even though he hadn’t seen a knot in his life.

At least his entrance was the one responding and not his front, or else he’d be pitching a tent in the middle of the lecture hall.

Feeling the wetness seep into his pad again, he sighed.

There was no way to plug himself up and stop this mess.

All he wanted was to surrender to a master who would scold and tame this obscene body of his.

Ah, Jinwoo. When are you going to claim me?

If you keep making me wait, I’ll run off to some trashy alpha who’ll beat me up instead.

Yeo Woohee stopped by the professor’s office, saying he needed to consult with the department professor.

The professor willingly made time for the first-year student council president.

Yeo Woohee, however, kept his head bowed in silence, looking as though he felt deeply apologetic.

“What’s wrong, Woohee? Is something bothering you? Are you having trouble with your studies?”

“Um… Professor, actually, I want to transfer to another university.”

“What are you talking about? Do your parents know about this?”

“Yes. I’ve already discussed it with them and gotten their permission.”

That was a lie.

If his parents found out, they would absolutely oppose the idea.

He had decided to take the plunge first and get their approval later.

Besides, he wouldn’t mind being dragged to his brother’s room for a scolding session in the process.

“If the issue is that the department doesn’t suit your aptitude, wouldn’t it be better to try a double major first? Think it over again.”

Yeo Woohee thought the professor was a kind person for trying to dissuade him.

Maybe it would be better not to transfer and instead wait for the inevitable revelation that he was an omega?

It wasn’t the plan he had initially devised, but revealing it that way wasn’t a bad option either.

Everything felt like a crossroads leading him to become a diligent submissive.

Happy days of being bullied by trash at the new university, or having his omega status exposed and being scorned by the perfect master, Yeo Jinwoo—either outcome would do.

If he couldn’t persuade the professor to support him, he’d just give up and let his secret come to light.

“Actually, Professor, I have a childhood friend I lost touch with, and I heard he’s attending Jiha University. He’s someone who saved my life, and I really want to go to school with him again. Could you help me?”

The professor tried to reason with him, pointing out that he could meet the friend outside of school.

In response, Yeo Woohee let out a deep sigh and showed the professor his phone.

It displayed texts and call logs from his brother, who checked on him every hour to find out what he was doing.

“My brother is… intimidating. After school, I have to go straight home, no exceptions. So, unless it’s at school, I have no way to meet him again.”

“But transferring to a worse university than Cheongha doesn’t make sense. What could you even achieve by going to a place like Jiha?”

The professor fell silent, recalling Yeo Jinwoo’s command during orientation.

Jinwoo had told him he wasn’t to let Woohee get involved romantically and to report anything suspicious immediately.

If he carried out this role well, there would be rewards; failure would bring punishment.

Jinwoo had even handed him 100 million won in cash as motivation.

In exchange for that money, the professor had to write daily reports on Woohee’s behavior and email them to Jinwoo.

If Woohee transferred, it might finally free him from Jinwoo’s grasp.

The professor was conflicted.

On the one hand, he couldn’t let poor Woohee ruin his future by transferring to a terrible school.

On the other hand, he desperately wanted to escape the oppressive task of writing observation reports, especially after being berated every Sunday for missing details.

How could he know what expressions Woohee made during lectures or what he was thinking when he wasn’t even in his classes all the time?

It was a soul-draining task.

The money had already been spent on paying off apartment and car loans, so returning it wasn’t an option. Maybe this transfer was his chance.

“Professor, you don’t need to worry about me. I’m the second son of OL Group. What’s there to worry about? I really want to meet that friend again.”

Convinced by his own desperation to escape, the professor decided not to argue further with Woohee, who was adamant about transferring for such a trivial reason.

“Fine. I’ll talk to the department head for you.”

“Thank you, Professor. Really, thank you.”

Woohee bowed politely and left the office.

The professor felt a pang of sympathy for the polite and sweet student who had been unlucky enough to have such a domineering brother.

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