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As he leaned forward, planting his hands on the ground, his chest muscles pressed together in the middle.
“Sniff. Hyung, sob. Hyung. Sob sob.”
Yeo Woohee spat out the loofah fruit onto Yeo Jinwoo’s thigh and cried.
“You didn’t answer when I spoke to you because you wanted to be treated like a dog instead of a person. And now you’re crying? Yeo Woohee, are you going to ejaculate while sucking on this, or not?”
“Sniff. Sob. Sob. I won’t. Sob. I won’t ejaculate.”
Yeo Jinwoo grabbed Yeo Woohee’s conspicuous nipple with his hand, standing out on his pale chest.
“Alright, from now on, you’ll come to my room every night before bed to be disciplined.”
Yeo Woohee screamed in pain as his twisted nipple hurt.
“Aah!”
Yeo Jinwoo released his hand from the nipple he had pinched hard.
Only one side was swollen and red, making it uneven.
He immediately executed what he had to do, imagining Yeo Woohee suffering from the pain of his clothes rubbing against his swollen nipple.
Wrapping one arm around Yeo Woohee’s waist, Yeo Jinwoo took the slightly swollen right nipple into his mouth.
He bit down on it with his front teeth and squeezed Yeo Woohee’s plump and large buttocks, the only soft and big part of his body, with his free hand.
“Ugh. No! Stop!”
Yeo Woohee arched his back and struggled. Yeo Jinwoo sucked on the nipple voraciously.
“Ahh. Hyung, stop. I don’t like it.”
Yeo Woohee stomped his feet and pushed him away with his arms.
Despite that, Yeo Jinwoo mercilessly tortured the nipple.
“No! No! I don’t like this!”
Due to Yeo Woohee’s resistance, Yeo Jinwoo finally detached from the nipple.
Instead, he lifted Yeo Woohee and threw him onto the bed.
He grabbed his knees, trying to spread his legs apart.
Yeo Woohee clamped his thighs together and shook his head.
“Please. Sniff. Hyung, please don’t.”
“What do you think I’m going to do that makes you say no?”
A power struggle ensued between Yeo Jinwoo, trying to spread Yeo Woohee’s legs, and Yeo Woohee, trying to keep them closed.
Yeo Woohee, fearing that if his legs were spread, the wet hole would reveal his pretense, exerted all his strength.
But the difference in their strength was too great.
Slowly, his knees were pried apart.
Even though he gripped the bed sheets tightly and resisted, he couldn’t stop it.
“Director, this is Butler Kang.”
“Fuck. Do you want to die? I’m busy right now, so get lost.”
“The veterinarian failed to put the dog down.”
Just as Yeo Jinwoo was about to spread Yeo Woohee’s legs, he stopped as if nothing had happened.
He kindly closed Yeo Woohee’s slightly parted legs and stood up from the bed without hesitation.
Unlike the disheveled and naked Yeo Woohee, Yeo Jinwoo, in his suit, looked as though he had just been handling paperwork at the company.
He straightened his clothes and smiled at the bewildered Yeo Woohee on the bed.
“Let’s finish this later.”
Yeo Jinwoo opened the door and left.
Yeo Woohee sat there in a daze long after he left, a chilling thought suddenly crossing his mind.
Could it be that Yeo Jinwoo sent the thug who swung a baseball bat at Kang Dohee today?
No, it couldn’t be.
Why would his brother do such a thing?
There was no reason for it.
It was just an accident.
That’s why the saying goes, “Don’t fix your shoes in a cucumber field.”
(TL: It means that one should avoid doing things that might cause misunderstandings or suspicion, even if their intentions are innocent.)
Yeo Woohee shook his head, brushing off the absurd thought.
After leaving his younger brother’s room, Yeo Jinwoo punched Butler Kang square in the nose.
Blood immediately spurted out, and Butler Kang hastily covered his face to stop the bleeding.
“If you’ve come to deliver a message now of all times, does that mean you also want a taste of our Woohee?”
Butler Kang wiped his bloodied hands with a handkerchief and dropped to his knees without hesitation, bowing his head low.
His composed demeanor, free of humiliation, resembled the loyal gestures of a subject paying respects to their king.
“I apologize. I failed to time it properly in my haste to deliver the news to the chairman.”
With his head bowed, Butler Kang stared at the floor.
Yeo Jinwoo looked down at his head, where streaks of gray were beginning to show, and smirked.
“Good. Keep protecting our Woohee like that.”
Yeo Jinwoo left to meet a failed hitman.
What kind of retribution he might enact was beyond imagination.
In the abandoned ruins, the assassin might be tortured to silence, reduced to a lump of meat, and dumped into the sea.
Butler Kang knew Yeo Jinwoo was not just dangerous; he was utterly deranged.
As a child, Jinwoo had murdered the psychiatrist treating him and set fire to the mental hospital.
He had then returned home as if nothing had happened, attempting to assault his brother before being stopped by Chairman Yeo.
No human born without a devil’s soul could commit such acts.
Butler Kang pinched his nose to stem the bleeding and returned to his quarters on the fifth floor.
He washed his face and changed his blood-stained suit.
Though his swollen nose ruined his appearance, he had to check on the pitiable second son.
Rushing to Woohee’s room, he knocked on the door.
“Young Master, it’s Butler Kang.”
“…Uncle, just a moment.”
There was a noise like someone falling off the bed.
When the door opened, Woohee appeared with red-rimmed eyes, his face puffy and his nose running from crying.
He breathed through his mouth, his little sniffles evoking pity.
What kind of monstrosity was this?
utler Kang wanted to report Yeo Jinwoo to the police immediately, but doing so would ruin everything.
Jinwoo wouldn’t face punishment—instead, Butler Kang would lose the chairman’s trust and be expelled from the house.
No prestigious family would ever hire a butler who betrayed his employer.
Reporting Jinwoo would mark Kang as a traitor in his profession.
Thus, comforting Woohee was all he could do.
“Are you all right?”
“Sniff.”
At Butler Kang’s question, Woohee burst into tears again.
Glancing past the boy’s trembling shoulders, Butler Kang saw twigs and loofah fruits scattered on the floor.
He winced, imagining how they had been used.
“Should I call the doctor?”
“N-no, it’s okay.”
Woohee, shy and gentle, blushed furiously.
Still, an omega with such items forced inside could easily sustain injuries.
“If you’re torn, you should apply ointment to the wounds.”
“No, it’s not that… Hyung didn’t touch me there. It was just… his mouth.”
“…Ah.”
Butler Kang’s face burned with embarrassment.
If merely hearing it was mortifying, how much worse must it have been for Woohee, the victim?
“Uncle, are you okay? Your nose looks really swollen.”
“I’ll visit the hospital later. If the bridge of my nose collapses, maybe I’ll take the opportunity to get plastic surgery and finally become handsome.”
Kang’s playful comment prompted Woohee to giggle despite himself.
His bright eyes crinkled as he responded to the joke.
“You’re already handsome, Uncle.”
Kang gazed softly at the kind-hearted Woohee, his heart aching for the boy’s innocence.
“Let me know if you ever need help. The chairman and madam are on your side.”
Though he said this, Butler Kang knew the chairman and his wife would continue to turn a blind eye to Jinwoo’s abuse.
To an alpha-omega couple bonded by a mating imprint, an illegitimate child like Woohee was a threat to their relationship.
If only Chairman Yeo had not imprinted, he might have cared more for Woohee.
But the boy’s position in the household was precarious at best.
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