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Na Taejoon stared blankly at his phone screen, utterly dazed by the call he had just received.
Woohee had begged him, sobbing, to save him.
A man had dragged Woohee away, treating him like his omega.
Taejoon’s head felt like it was about to split open.
Tears welled in his eyes as he gripped his hair in frustration.
He had assumed Woohee was simply lying about his secondary gender to secure his position as the heir of a chaebol family, just like in dramas.
Omegas were treated as outsiders, so it made sense for someone ambitious to hide their true nature.
But the Woohee Taejoon knew wasn’t particularly greedy.
Woohee had been desperate to avoid being subjected to that by that alpha, yet Taejoon, who had survived thanks to his help, hadn’t noticed at all.
That alpha must have found out Woohee was an omega.
That’s why he locked him up at home and—
He couldn’t even bear to think the horrific word.
He punched his own head in frustration, then abruptly stood up and bolted toward the classroom door.
The professor, mid-lecture, clicked his tongue in disapproval.
“That damn brat. Tsk.”
Taejoon sprinted toward the judo club’s training hall, where Kang Dohee would be, his phone still clutched in his hand.
His heart pounded violently.
What should I do? How can I save you?
“Hey, Kang Dohee! Did you get a call from Woohee?”
The moment Taejoon burst into the training hall, he shouted.
On the mats, Dohee, who had been grappling with an opponent, immediately flipped them over and slammed them down.
Wiping sweat from his brow, he frowned.
“What are you talking about?”
“Woohee—Woohee called me, and—”
Taejoon hesitated, unable to explain in detail with so many people around.
He shifted restlessly from foot to foot. Dohee grabbed his arm and pulled him outside.
“Talk. What call did you get from Woohee?”
“You didn’t get one? Woohee called from an unknown number, and—”
Dohee remembered the missed call he’d ignored during practice.
Damn it.
If he’d known it was Woohee, he would’ve answered immediately, training be damned.
As he reached for his phone to call back, Taejoon panicked and stopped him.
“No! It’s bad.”
Taejoon was tormented, unable to believe what he’d heard—that Woohee was really being subjected to that by his own brother.
He covered his ears and shook his head, but Woohee’s sobbing voice clung stubbornly to his eardrums.
“Snap out of it. Tell me. What the hell did Woohee say?”
“H-Hic… S-Sob… He—He begged me to save him. His brother… hic—”
He couldn’t bring himself to say the awful word.
Taejoon slumped to the ground, covering his face as he cried.
“What?”
Dohee’s world tilted. Taejoon sniffled, wiping his nose.
“The truth is… Woohee’s an omega. He’s been pretending to be an alpha. I got him suppressants, but… I don’t know how, but they must’ve found out. He said he’s not sick, he’s fine, but… he’s locked up at home now. They’re sending him abroad.”
“That fucking Yeo Jinwoo. I’ll kill that bastard!”
Dohee stormed off, but Taejoon, trying to follow, tripped and fell.
“Agh!”
At Taejoon’s cry, Dohee finally snapped back to reality and turned around.
Taejoon was clutching his twisted ankle, groaning in pain.
Dohee gritted his teeth and turned his back to him.
“Get on.”
“It’s fine. You need to save Woohee. Go!”
“No. You just brought me back to my senses. I can’t just barge into the OL Group’s mansion. We need a solid plan. We only get one shot—if we’re caught, security will tighten even more.”
Taejoon wrapped his arms around Dohee’s neck as he was carried to the infirmary.
Once there, he was helped onto a bed while Dohee rummaged for the first aid kit in place of the absent nurse.
He removed Taejoon’s shoe and sock, pressing lightly on the swollen ankle.
The bone seemed fine.
After spraying cooling analgesic spray and tightly wrapping the ankle with a bandage, the pain eased.
Taejoon’s furrowed brow relaxed.
It was a strange feeling—he had always been the one taking care of his grandmother, living anxiously, never letting his guard down.
He’d never been taken care of like this before.
“So… Woohee’s really an omega?”
“Yeah… You didn’t know? You’ve been friends since childhood.”
He asked because he knew Woohee had transferred schools just to meet Dohee.
Dohee covered his eyes with his hands and exhaled sharply.
The thought of Woohee struggling alone all this time made him furious.
But at the same time, the realization that Woohee was an omega—that it meant he could love him—filled him with such overwhelming joy that he almost felt guilty.
He wanted to save Woohee immediately, expose Jinwoo’s crimes online, and throw him in prison.
But the enemy he was up against wasn’t an ordinary person. He was the heir to the OL Group empire.
If Jinwoo claimed he had escaped from a mental hospital and that the bodyguards had merely escorted him back, any evidence Dohee had would be worthless.
Worse, he could be countersued for defamation and false accusations.
Power and money were terrifying—they could twist the same evidence into something entirely different in court.
Dohee’s family had significant influence in the underworld, but that was precisely his weakness.
If he provoked Jinwoo, Woohee’s grandfather—the chairman—might throw Dohee’s father, the boss of the Black Bear Syndicate, into prison.
His father had funded politicians and entertained omegas to secure resort business deals.
He ran clubs, trading people and drugs to amass his fortune.
Dohee was terrified that everything his father had built—through such dirty, grueling means—would collapse because of him.
He wanted to save Woohee, but the reality that he couldn’t was crushing.
Yeo Jinwoo curled his lips into a vicious smirk at the unexpected information he’d obtained.
Lying on the bed, he idly kneaded the plump, pale buttocks of Yeo Woohee, who was trapped in his arms, unconscious.
The cum he had pumped inside was leaking out in sticky trickles.
When he plugged the hole with his finger, the swollen inner walls clenched rhythmically around it.
Ever since tasting an alpha’s cock, Woohee had become insatiable—sucking, chewing, savoring anything inserted into him.
Jinwoo picked up his phone and dialed a number.
“Begin.”
—Understood.
He ended the call and tossed the phone onto the nightstand.
His fingers, still buried inside, began moving faster, drawing a weak moan from Woohee.
“Hng… Hah… Nn…”
“Woohee, wake up. What kind of heat-stricken omega passes out before their alpha does?”
Woohee sobbed without even opening his eyes.
Jinwoo found it a shame he couldn’t see those pretty eyes before fucking him senseless.
Unlike the deliberately overstimulated right nipple, the left one remained untouched—until now.
He flicked it sharply.
“Ah!”
The plump, pink bud reddened from the sting.
Jinwoo delivered three more sharp flicks in quick succession.
“Aah! Hyung, it hurts! It hurts…”
Woohee cupped his left nipple protectively, but Jinwoo pried his hand away with absurd logic—if the right one was swollen, the left had to match.
He pinched the abused bud between his fingers and tugged hard.
“Haaah! Aah…!”
Woohee’s chest arched up, following the pull.
Jinwoo finally withdrew his wrinkled fingers from the well-used hole, then spread Woohee’s legs wide and buried his face between them.
The omega’s entrance pulsed open and shut, spilling slick in waves.
It was so pretty he almost wanted to slap it, but Jinwoo knew just how fragile his omega was.
If he ended up hospitalized again, he’d be the one suffering—unable to fuck him.
So he settled for tormenting Woohee’s nipples instead.
“No! Stop!”
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