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Woohee thrashed, heels digging into the sheets, but Jinwoo pinned him down and shoved his wet fingers into that pretty mouth, rubbing roughly against his throat.
“Ghk—! Kgh! Gk—!”
Even through the torment, the omega’s heat-flushed body burned hotter.
Woohee felt the simmering heat inside him bubble over.
His stretched lips drooled around the four fingers fucking his mouth.
Jinwoo chuckled as Woohee’s teeth scraped his knuckles, enjoying the way his throat convulsed before finally pulling out.
“Cough! Cough! Haah… Haah…”
Woohee clutched his sore throat, gasping.
“Woohee. You need hyung’s cock, don’t you?”
“Y-Yes… Yes…”
Jinwoo grinned, imagining how mortified Woohee would be once his heat cleared and he remembered this.
“But what should I do? You milked me so hard—look. It’s all swollen. Even touching it hurts like hell.”
Woohee’s gaze dropped. Jinwoo’s black suit pants were stained white at the front, soaked with slick and cum.
His cock, already a deep red, jutted out obscenely—whether it was as raw as Woohee’s hole was impossible to tell.
“T-Then, hyung… suppressants… Ah—AAAH!”
A violent wave of alpha pheromones crashed over Woohee, drowning his senses.
If Jinwoo’s cock truly hurt, he wouldn’t be flooding the room with enough pheromones to send a heat-stricken omega into overdrive.
Woohee writhed, mindlessly crying out.
“Haaah! Aah! Aaah!”
His empty hole clenched around nothing as he kicked at the tangled sheets.
His vision blurred, mind hazy with fever—only one thought remained: he needed his alpha’s cock.
“Hah… Please, hyung. Please fuck Woohee’s hole. It’s so itchy…”
He spread his legs wide, pulling his flushed entrance apart with his fingers.
The stretched, swollen flesh was as red as his lips—worn down so much it was hard to imagine it ever returning to its former peach-like softness.
“Then let’s do this. If Woohee proves he can take it like a good omega—and birth pups properly—hyung will give you all the cum you want.”
“A… good omega?”
Woohee blinked, doe eyes glazed with confusion.
Jinwoo’s breath hitched at the sight of his fluttering lashes, delicate as butterfly wings.
He leaned down, kissing the tear-streaked beauty mark beneath Woohee’s eye before pulling away.
As Jinwoo stood, Woohee’s vision finally cleared.
This wasn’t his room—it was Jinwoo’s.
The display cabinet that once held chocolate boxes now showcased an array of sex toys. Jinwoo picked up an egg-shaped vibrator.
Woohee was too stunned to speak.
It wasn’t that Jinwoo planned to stuff him full of eggs for some breeding kink—no, the real shock was the absence of the “rewards” that usually followed his punishments.
The highlight of SM play was the reward from the Master after enduring the pain.
It varied for every BDSM couple—for some subs, it might be a post-sex massage, or for others, a lovingly prepared meal made with groceries the Master had picked out.
For Yeo Woohee, it was “dessert so sweet it’d rot his teeth.”
But there was no chocolate—the symbolic representation of Yeo Jinwoo’s love.
It felt like facing a tyrannical boss who refused to pay this month’s salary.
Thinking Woohee was scared of the unfamiliar toy, Jinwoo quickly reassured him.
“No, no. My chocolate. My chocolate’s gone.”
This was a serious enough offense for a sub to rebel against his Master.
Woohee clenched his fists, his entire body trembling.
Tears pooled at the corners of his eyes before spilling down his delicate cheeks.
Fuming, his chest heaved sharply with anger.
“If you do everything I tell you without a hitch, I’ll give you chocolate. Now squat down.”
A suspicious glance swept over Jinwoo.
The defiant look in Woohee’s eyes seemed to say, “I’ll be watching to see if you keep your promise.”
Jinwoo found it absurd yet endearing how obsessed Woohee was with chocolate, his lips quirking into an involuntary smile.
It was true—he had tamed his little brother using sweets as rewards.
No matter how harsh the punishment, if Woohee endured it, Jinwoo would let him sit on his lap and eat chocolate or cake.
In this house, the only way Woohee could indulge in sweets was by getting scolded by Jinwoo.
Watching Woohee, who had grown up exactly to his tastes, filled Jinwoo’s chest with warmth.
Pouting, Woohee planted both hands on the floor and lowered himself into a squat. Jinwoo pressed down on his head, forcing his hips up.
The egg-shaped vibrator in his hand, about the size of a baseball, had a long cord attached to a ring.
Slipping the ring onto his finger like a band, he pressed the egg against Woohee’s entrance.
The impossibly tight hole seemed like it could never take the toy, but as Jinwoo forced it in, it gradually stretched open.
“Ngh— H-Hyung…!”
Woohee clung to Jinwoo, trembling.
Bracing one knee on the floor, Jinwoo supported Woohee’s weight while pushing the egg deeper.
With his stomach pressed against Jinwoo’s thigh, Woohee felt his hole tearing open, the sensation making his cock twitch.
His rounded lips parted, his tongue stiffening like his erect cock.
The stretched hole quivered before finally closing around the egg, the thin pink flesh swallowing it whole.
“Stop— Hah… Stop! It won’t go in…!”
“If you can’t even take this, how are you gonna push out a baby? I’m just training you because I worry.”
“I don’t— hic— wanna get pregnant…!”
Woohee burst into tears, declaring he didn’t want to be pregnant.
Jinwoo’s gaze turned icy.
He slammed his palm hard against the egg still lodged inside.
“Aaaah—!”
Woohee screamed, reaching out helplessly into the air.
Of course, no one was coming to save him.
Normally, Chairman Yeo might’ve come upstairs at the commotion, but there wasn’t a single sound.
The round toy inside him made his lower stomach feel heavy.
Rubbing his tear-streaked face against Jinwoo’s dress shirt, he begged for mercy.
“Hyung, I don’t wanna do this anymore… Woohee hates it…”
Jinwoo ignored the pitiful plea and said only what he wanted to say.
“Woohee, think carefully before you answer. Do you really not wanna carry Hyung’s baby?”
Rolling his tongue in his mouth, Woohee considered what to say to piss Jinwoo off even more.
Grinding his hard cock against Jinwoo’s muscular thigh, he shook his hips defiantly.
“No… I don’t! I won’t have a baby!”
“Since when did my smart little brother turn into an idiot? Guess your brain’s rotting from skipping studying lately.”
Jinwoo shoved Woohee off his thigh, sending him tumbling to the floor.
“Get up. Sit at the desk and study.”
Woohee sat naked on the swivel chair.
Jinwoo pulled out an SAT prep book, spread it open, and handed him a pencil, ordering him to solve the problems.
Sniffling, Woohee pretended to focus, tears still falling.
The egg inside him pressed against the cushioned seat, not painful—just uncomfortable.
He could probably endure two hours of this neglect play.
But just as he started on the first problem, hoping to annoy his Master, the egg, which had been still against his inner walls, suddenly vibrated.
“Huh?!”
Startled, he whipped his head toward Jinwoo, who was holding a tiny remote the size of two fingers, pressing a button.
The vibrations intensified. Woohee dropped his pencil.
Bracing himself against the desk, sweat trickled down his spine before disappearing between his ass cheeks.
Then—the vibrations surged to their highest setting.
Woohee convulsed in the chair before collapsing like a marionette with its strings cut.
His thin stomach trembled like a drumskin.
“Haaa— Aaah! Ah!”
A fountain of clear fluid gushed from the pink tip.
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