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Yeo Jinwoo, examining the paper, twitched the corner of his cheek in irritation.
“This isn’t another scam, is it? ‘Lee Woohee’ might just be another one of your schemes.”
Miho’s mouth fell open in disbelief.
Even after showing the official record, he wasn’t trusting her.
Quickly pulling herself together, she frantically rummaged through the desk drawers.
She remembered stashing away a photograph that the baby’s father had once taken.
Fortunately, among the clutter, she found a faded photo.
It was an old film photograph with a visible timestamp.
The picture showed a newborn with a tiny mole under his right eye, identical to the one Woohee had now.
Miho had kept the picture purely out of laziness, and now it turned out to be a lifesaver.
If she’d been diligent about cleaning, she might have been in serious trouble.
Yeo Jinwoo glanced at the photo, one corner of his mouth curling into a crooked smirk.
“A whore who can pull off a scam like this. Impressive.”
He snatched the baby photo and tucked it carefully into the pocket of his tailored suit jacket.
“I’m sorry. Please spare me. I’m really sorry,” Miho stammered. She slid off the chair, falling to her knees on the floor.
Without even sparing her a glance, Yeo Jinwoo spoke coldly, “Don’t ever approach our Woohee again.”
“Yes, yes!” Miho nodded frantically, her head bobbing up and down.
Yeo Jinwoo collected the family register that verified Woohee’s true identity and left the hostess bar.
Back at home, he was reviewing the DNA and genetic test results for Woohee that his secretary had handed him when Woohee returned.
As soon as Woohee walked in, Jinwoo slipped the documents back into a yellow folder and stood up.
He grabbed Woohee’s bag and got into the elevator with him.
Once they reached their destination, Jinwoo shoved Woohee into the room and locked the door behind them.
“Hyung… I’m sorry. I came too late, didn’t I? I promise I won’t be late again.”
Yeo Jinwoo didn’t reply and instead opened his bag, flipping it over.
A pile of pads spilled out, followed by the dull thud of an unopened omega suppressant bottle hitting the ground last.
Yeo Woohee, pale with shock, stumbled back.
Jinwoo tossed a file folder against Woohee’s chest with a polite air.
“Take it out and read it.”
Inside were undeniable proofs that Woohee couldn’t be Chairman Yeo’s son.
Woohee’s hands trembled violently. Jinwoo smiled cruelly.
“Woohee, what are we going to do? Imagine the shock if my mother finds out—not your real prostitute mother, but the one who raised you as her own.”
“Hyung… Sniff… Hyung, please keep it a secret. I promise I won’t eye your company anymore. Just let me keep living here with Mom and Dad.”
Crying, Woohee shredded the documents in his hands.
Jinwoo stepped forward, making Woohee retreat two steps.
“You hate it so much when your hyung wants to screw you that you beg a prostitute to take you in, but you like our parents? Hyung feels hurt, Woohee.”
“Hic. Sob. Ugh.”
Jinwoo didn’t comfort the crying Woohee but instead perched on the bed, bouncing lightly as if testing its sturdiness, taunting Woohee with a carefree expression.
“Woohee, do you want to keep living in this house?”
“Sniff. Yes. Sniff. Hiccup. Hiccup. Yes.”
His sobbing and hiccuping made him look ridiculous.
Jinwoo pulled at the tightening knot of his tie, loosening it.
“Why don’t we start by taking off your clothes? How else can I tell if an omega like you has used your hole outside? I’m worried since your mom’s a prostitute. Let’s check if you’re a male prostitute too. We can’t let one live in the same house.”
“Hyung… Hyung… Sniff. I’m really not. I’m not a male prostitute.”
Jinwoo feigned amazement, raising his voice as if astonished.
“Really? You’ve never had a c*ck in your hole?”
“Yes. Sniff. Never. I swear, never. Waaahhh.”
Woohee collapsed onto the floor, bawling his eyes out.
Jinwoo got off the bed, lifted Woohee’s chin, and raised his head.
“Woohee. Why should I believe you? Stop stalling and take off your clothes so I can check if you’re a prostitute. If you’re not, I’ll reconsider letting you stay here.”
His tear-soaked face seemed to ask, “Really?”
Trembling in fear, his hands slowly peeled away his clothes, layer by layer.
His pale, smooth skin was exposed in an instant. Jinwoo didn’t rush him.
Woohee knelt, struggling to take off his gray drawers, attempting in vain to cover his privates.
“I told you before. When you’re told to show your hole, how should you pose?”
Woohee blinked his large eyes, as if saying, “I don’t know anything.”
Jinwoo helped him up and bent him over himself.
“Hold your ass open with your hands.”
The firm flesh of the buttocks parted, revealing a hidden pink hole.
Yeo Jinwoo pressed the flesh around the hole with his fingers.
The tight, unyielding hole, untouched by any experience, revealed its inexperience without pretense.
Yeo Jinwoo was pleased, as he had meticulously maintained this.
He was immensely satisfied knowing that Yeo Woohee’s first time would be with him.
He prodded the tightly clenched hole with his index finger.
“Ah! It hurts. It hurts!”
Disregarding the protest, he pushed his finger deeper, rubbing the inner walls.
“Ahh… It hurts. Please, brother. Stop.”
Yeo Woohee struggled and eventually sat up, pressing his back against the wall to hide the hole.
Yeo Jinwoo sucked the warm fluid from his finger into his mouth.
“Woohee, do you still not understand the situation?”
“Brother… Please, stop.”
“Your mother is determined to turn you into a male prostitute once you go to her.”
Yeo Woohee looked up at him, shocked.
Yeo Jinwoo laughed heartily, enjoying pushing Yeo Woohee to the edge.
“If you go to your real mother, you’ll be taken by new alphas every day. If you stay here and act like the fake son, you’ll only take my c*ck. You’re smart enough to know which choice is better.”
Tears streamed down Yeo Woohee’s cheeks, making his darkened eyelashes seem even more gentle.
His quick mind quickly processed the situation.
Yeo Woohee turned around and bent over in an L-shape.
His fingers spread his buttocks, the flesh between them bulging out from the pressure.
Yeo Jinwoo, whose finger was still moist, inserted it into Yeo Woohee’s hole.
“Ugh.”
The tight inside, unaccustomed to even a single finger, resisted, impeding movement.
The narrowness made him wonder how his c*ck would fit, though he had no intention of going easy on Yeo Woohee despite the tightness.
He released alpha pheromones into the air.
Yeo Woohee’s long, slender legs trembled like a newborn fawn.
He spread his fingers, inserting both the index and middle fingers into the hole.
Although it seemed impossible to take anything more, the hole managed to accept it.
“Ahh… Ugh… Please, brother…”
Yeo Woohee let out sounds of mixed pain and pleasure, releasing fluids from his hole.
“What’s this? You were a male prostitute after all.”
“No, I’m not! Brother, I’ve never put anything there, I swear!”
Desperately, Yeo Woohee denied it, fearing he’d be thrown out if he wasn’t pure.
Yeo Jinwoo withdrew his fingers, and the pink petals closed up as if they had never been stretched.
Even though he lacked experience, it was impossible to mistake such a hole for anything but pure.
Transparent fluid trickled down his buttocks and thighs, eventually dripping onto the floor.
“Woohee, let’s check once more if you’re a male prostitute. Get on the bed.”
Without hesitation, Yeo Woohee followed Yeo Jinwoo’s instruction, sitting on the bed.
“You’ve helped me pee before. Remember how you did it? Get into that position.”
Blushing with shame, Yeo Woohee lay back, spreading his legs wide and hooking his arms under his knees, exposing his hole.
Yeo Jinwoo simultaneously lowered his pants and drawers, revealing his c*ck, slick with precum.
Yeo Woohee gasped at the sight of Yeo Jinwoo’s c*ck, dropping his legs in shock.
He tried to escape by turning away and getting off the bed, but Yeo Jinwoo grabbed his hair.
“Woohee, I’m in a hurry. So, stay still.”
He slapped Yeo Woohee’s buttocks with his palm.
“Ah! It hurts! It hurts! Brother, please don’t hit me.”
“Then you should spread your hole properly. Don’t you know that the more you resist, the angrier I get?”
“Ahh… sobs…”
Yeo Woohee buried his face in the bed sheets, crying.
Yeo Jinwoo stroked the reddened buttocks, the marks of his palm visible.
The twitching from the pain excited him immensely.
He held his c*ck with one hand, aligning the tip with Yeo Woohee’s hole.
“Woohee, I forgot to congratulate you on becoming an omega. Late as it is, congratulations.”
Thrust. The large head forced its way into the hole in one go.
Yeo Woohee screamed as Yeo Jinwoo pressed down on his small head, covering his nose and mouth, making the tight hole squeeze his c*ck, increasing his pleasure.
Yeo Jinwoo licked his dry lips and smiled.
“Our Woohee’s hole is so delicious, it’s going to be quite a job from now on.”
Thus, Yeo Jinwoo belatedly conducted Yeo Woohee’s coming-of-age ceremony.
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