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Eventually, the bathroom door opened, and his master stepped inside.
In one hand, he held a glass filled with milk.
“What is that?”
“Open your mouth.”
Yeo Woohee lowered his eyelids and parted his lips.
Yeo Jinwoo poured milk into his mouth in a steady stream.
The excess spilled over the corners of his lips, trickling down.
His chest trembled as the thick, sticky white droplets teased his nipples.
Milk dripped down to the place where his womb would be—the very spot Jinwoo had rubbed himself against.
Yeo Woohee swallowed mouthful after mouthful, but something was off.
This wasn’t just milk.
A slick, sour taste lingered on his tongue.
He could feel clumps forming, like curdled cheese.
He smacked his lips, trying to figure out what this strange sensation was.
It carried the same nauseating intensity as the orange juice his brother had given him on a rainy day.
His hair stood on end.
This was Master’s semen.
“Ugh… Ugh… Hyung, I think the milk is spoiled.”
Yeo Woohee clamped a hand over his mouth, gagging.
“It’s fresh. I just squeezed it out. Drink it all.”
He opened his mouth and swallowed the rest of it at his words.
Yeo Jinwoo patted Yeo Woohee’s head in praise, satisfied that he had taken every drop.
After that, Yeo Woohee was thoroughly washed from head to toe in the shower booth.
When they stepped out of the bathroom, the hospital bed had fresh sheets.
Yeo Jinwoo helped Yeo Woohee into a clean hospital gown before fetching a dryer to dry his damp hair.
Despite having done nothing, exhaustion weighed him down, and his eyes drifted shut.
As Yeo Woohee dozed off, his head bobbing like a tipping doll, Yeo Jinwoo gently laid him down on the bed.
Lying beside him, he wrapped his arms around Yeo Woohee from behind.
In his sleep, Yeo Woohee rubbed his ass against Jinwoo’s cock, but this time, his pants weren’t pulled down, and nothing more happened.
He had never thought a Master restraining himself for an injured slave could be attractive, yet he found himself growing addicted to Yeo Jinwoo’s quiet kindness.
Enveloped in Jinwoo’s warmth, Yeo Woohee quickly drifted into sleep.
When Yeo Woohee woke up from his nap, there was no one in the hospital room.
He waited quietly for Yeo Jinwoo, but he got bored and looked for his phone.
“Did I leave it at home?”
He turned on the TV.
Since the attendants had been keeping an eye on him, he hadn’t been able to watch any R-rated movies.
Woohee flipped through the channels, wanting to see what pornography was like in a world with Alphas and Omegas, but the adult channels were blocked.
Disappointed, he settled for the news, which he only ever watched for the sake of maintaining his image.
A report came on about the largest resort in the country currently under construction in Jeju Island.
But then, an emergency news ticker with a blue background flashed across the screen with something strange.
“Second son of OL Group. Critically ill due to an unidentified illness.”
“What the hell? Am I dying? Is that why Na Taejoon and Kang Dohee were crying earlier?”
The shock made his hands go weak, and the remote control slipped from his grasp.
At that moment, Yeo Jinwoo entered the hospital room, dressed in a suit his secretary had brought him.
In his hand, he carried a box of cheesecake, meant for him when he woke up from his nap.
“Hyung… Am I going to die?”
“Of course not. Don’t look at that.”
Jinwoo grabbed the remote and turned off the TV before opening the box.
He scooped up a generous bite of cheesecake with a fork and pressed it against his lips.
Woohee was forced to eat it.
Seeing him in shock, thinking he was about to die, Jinwoo let out a deep sigh.
“You don’t have some unknown disease. That was a false report. A correction will be issued soon.”
“I think my friends misunderstood. Please give me my phone so I can tell them I’m okay.”
Jinwoo put down the fork and glared at him, his face filled with anger.
Woohee shrank back, his large eyes darting around nervously.
“I went through all that trouble to get this for you, and you’re too busy worrying about nonsense to enjoy it? Do you have any idea how shitty that makes me feel? Answer me, Yeo Woohee. Did you do well? Or did you do wrong?”
“…….”
Instead of answering, Woohee avoided his gaze. He wasn’t going to say a word until he gave him his phone.
Jinwoo abruptly swung the hospital room door open.
“If you’re not going to eat, I’ll just feed someone else.”
He grabbed the bodyguard standing outside by the collar, dragged him in, and threw him onto the floor.
Then, in a commanding voice, he ordered,
“Open your mouth.”
Jinwoo picked up a piece of cheesecake with his hand and shoved it roughly into the bodyguard’s mouth.
Woohee’s brain nearly short-circuited with jealousy.
Why the hell was he doing to someone else what he should be doing to him?
Jinwoo’s intent was to scare me into behaving, but instead, he went completely silent for a different reason.
The bodyguard gagged, coughing violently as the cheesecake lodged in his throat.
Furious and desperate, Woohee ran to Jinwoo, clinging to his arm like a lifeline.
“Hyung, I was wrong. Please, stop. Just do it to me instead. I’ll take the punishment.”
The bodyguard looked at him, the kind and innocent second young master, with teary eyes, deeply moved.
Jinwoo, who had been lashing out in rage, finally calmed down when he saw Woohee crying, his face buried in his hands.
Jinwoo pulled Woohee into his arms and stroked his back.
“I was going to give you your phone anyway. Stop crying now.”
“Hic… Hhhk… Hngh…”
Woohee was still upset, so he weakly punched his chest.
Jinwoo let Woohee hit him, then pressed a kiss to the tear mole beneath his eye.
“Are you still mad?”
“Hhhhk, hngh… Hic…”
To soothe Woohee, Jinwoo reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a phone.
But unlike a normal phone, this one could only receive calls, not make them freely.
The only exception was a set of pre-written messages he could send to Jinwoo’s phone.
[Hyung, I love you.]
[Hyung, I miss you.]
[Hyung, come quickly.]
[Hyung, I think my heat is coming.]
[Hyung, come to my room.]
[Hyung, give me your c*m.]
Apart from those six messages, Woohee couldn’t send anything to anyone.
Woohee took the phone, fiddling with it, trying to text his friends.
“This phone is weird.”
“Weird? It’s perfectly fine. You and I are the only ones who need to talk. You don’t need to contact anyone else.”
“…….”
A chill ran down his spine at Jinwoo’s obsessive control.
Woohee’s shoulders trembled with fear.
But hidden in his embrace, where Jinwoo couldn’t see was his face—
Smiling.
The emergency news wasn’t a false report.
No correction would ever be made.
This was Jinwoo’s way of burying him completely, cutting him off from the world so he could have him entirely to himself.
‘Ah, Master. I can’t wait for the future we’ll have together.
I’ll give birth to your children like a rabbit, locked away in your room forever.
I am the only one who will ever find happiness in this inescapable abyss.’
A swamp impossible to escape from, a deep darkness pulling him in—perhaps the only one who could find happiness in it was none other than Yeo Woohee.
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