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Yeo Jinwoo reached out and firmly grasped Yeo Woohee’s chest.

The softness melted beneath his touch, sending chills across his skin.

It was pliant and delicate, like an omega’s chest designed to nurture life, certainly not the body of an alpha.

The moment he saw the pink nipples peeking between his fingers, his restraint crumbled.

Overwhelmed, he toppled Yeo Woohee to the floor, pinning him beneath his weight.

“Hyung, hyung-ah!”

Yeo Woohee kicked his feet against the floor in defiance.

Yeo Jinwoo leaned down, biting deeply into Yeo Woohee’s chest, his teeth sinking into the sensitive nub. Sweet saliva filled his mouth.

“Ah! Hyung! Stop, I don’t like this!”

Yeo Woohee pounded his fists against Jinwoo’s shoulder, but Jinwoo didn’t relent.

With force, he pried Yeo Woohee’s legs apart.

As he looked down at his helpless younger brother, who could do nothing but shed tears beneath him, Jinwoo began to lower his zipper.

At that moment, the locked door swung open.

Instead of looking at him, Yeo Woohee turned his head to glance toward the doorway.

Furious at his brother’s audacity to look away, Jinwoo grabbed Yeo Woohee’s chin and forced him to face forward.

“Sob… I’m scared, Hyung. Please… stop.”

“Jinwoo, what the hell are you doing?! You crazy bastard!”

Jinwoo froze, genuinely startled.

He hadn’t expected Chairman Yeo to appear.

Hurriedly, Yeo Woohee pulled his disheveled pajama top closed, curling up to hide himself.

Jinwoo shot a cold glare at the chairman, irritated by the interruption to his moment.

“Father, what kind of twisted assumptions are you making? This was just punishment. Yeo Woohee went ahead and started the transfer process to an underground university without permission.”

“Even so! How could you strip your own brother’s clothes like that?”

“And behave as if you were about to do something obscene?”

Jinwoo calmly finished the sentence that Chairman Yeo couldn’t bring himself to say.

With a final lingering glance at Yeo Woohee, Jinwoo tucked his semi-erect self back into his pants, almost regretfully.

“Looks like there’s no choice, huh? Should I just be sent to a mental hospital again?”

He smirked, deliberately provoking the chairman.

Half his life had already been spent locked away in such a place.

But for Jinwoo, it was never a space for treatment or restraint—it was merely a room where his obsession with Yeo Woohee consumed him every waking moment.

Chairman Yeo ignored his deranged eldest son and instead tended to his terrified second son.

An empty water bottle, the stench of urine, and the sight of his younger son’s ragged state—everything pointed to the abuse Yeo Jinwoo had inflicted on Yeo Woohee.

The chairman ushered Yeo Woohee into the bathroom, urging him to wash up, before striking Yeo Jinwoo across the face with his fist.

“You lunatic! When are you going to come to your senses? Woohee is your younger brother. It’s time for you to get a grip!”

Yeo Jinwoo ran his hand over the corner of his torn mouth, intentionally aggravating the wound further.

Seeing the defiance in his eldest son’s eyes, the chairman was at a loss for words.

“Father, I think Woohee might be an Omega.”

The chairman couldn’t listen to another word.

Such nonsense was unbearable.

Unable to deal with his maniacal son any longer, he summoned a servant and ordered Yeo Jinwoo to be confined to a mental hospital.

Yeo Jinwoo was shoved into the backseat of the car, staring out the window at the familiar road to the institution—a route he could navigate with his eyes closed.

“Ha…”

He exhaled onto the glass, fogging it up, and began to draw.

“Woohee, just wait a little longer. Big brother will be back soon to fill you up with my cum.”

The driver shuddered at Yeo Jinwoo’s muttered words, hastily diverting his gaze from the rearview mirror.

Yeo Jinwoo burst into loud, maniacal laughter.

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Drops of water slid down the flushed body of the aroused omega.

Like a bunny perking up its ears, Yeo Woohee’s pert nipples stood erect, and he pressed his heated body against the cold shower booth wall, rubbing himself as if to cool the fever coursing through him.

Each time his round, pink entrance touched and parted from the opaque glass, sticky fluids oozed out, trickling slowly down his thighs before being sucked into the drain.

“Ugh… ahh…”

He couldn’t afford to moan freely, knowing that Chairman Yeo and Yeo Jinwoo were likely arguing outside.

His round, peach-like rear pressed and squashed against the glass repeatedly before springing back to its plump, firm shape.

Yeo Woohee panted heavily, his mouth agape and tongue out.

He wished his master would come and punish his shameless hole with his cock.

He had known it—his brother liked him too.

Thinking of the perfect dominant who had cornered him while pretending he was scared, Woohee’s face flushed deep red.

His hands itched to touch himself, to stroke and rub away the unbearable heat, but as a slave, he couldn’t dare to lay hands on what belonged to his master.

Even though the hole and cock were attached to his body, they weren’t his—they were prepared for the master’s use.

Curling himself into a bent position, with his knees tightly together, Woohee shivered as he pressed his body against the confines of the small shower booth.

His trembling backside soon reached its peak, convulsing in release.

The small space filled with the sweet, orchid-like scent of pheromones.

Under the guise of cleaning himself, Woohee rubbed the sensitive buds of his nipples with the foamy shower towel, further igniting his overstimulated body.

“Ah…”

He scrubbed hard, savoring the sensation, losing himself in fantasies of being restrained and taken roughly by Yeo Jinwoo.

‘Hyung, Hyung… Does Woohee’s virgin hole taste good? I held back for you, stabbing my thighs with frustration every day. I even kept the cucumbers, eggplants, and carrots untouched in the fridge just so I could offer myself to you untouched.’

Of course, Woohee would never say such things out loud when they were actually together.

If Jinwoo knew he enjoyed their time together, the dynamic of coercive intimacy would be ruined.

To endure a lifetime of such dominance, Woohee had to pretend he didn’t love him.

Jinwoo would torment him with threats and punishments, claiming him despite his protests.

Oh no.

Even though he had just finished, the thought made him feel like he was about to climax again.

He might even end up squirting without ever having experienced a proper penetration.

Hastily, Woohee cleaned himself and tidied up the soiled shower booth.

Exhausted from the effort, his delicate, pampered body barely obeyed his commands.

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