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Yeo Jinwoo laid the semen-soaked Yeo Woohee on the bed and walked to the fridge, rummaging through it.
Finding nothing suitable to stuff into his hole, he grabbed a water bottle.
The omega, still dazed from the sedatives, couldn’t open his eyes as Jinwoo spread his legs and pushed the label-stripped bottle inside.
The hole that had taken his cock had no trouble swallowing a measly 250mL bottle.
Jinwoo swallowed dryly as he watched the crimson inner flesh cling to the transparent plastic.
The thought of Yeo Woohee waking up to a water bottle stuffed inside him was so thrilling it nearly drove him mad.
His cock, still hard and unrelenting, throbbed in his hand as he panted.
He sucked and chewed on Yeo Woohee’s nipple, wondering how such a small nub could be so intoxicating.
Stroking himself with both hands, he came all over Yeo Woohee’s face just as the omega stirred awake.
“Cough. Cough.”
Cum dripped into his tiny nostrils.
The sleeping omega coughed, his eyes fluttering open.
Jinwoo grinned. “Hey there.”
“…Hyung?”
“Yeah. It’s me. Did you really think running away would free you from me? But what now? You can’t escape.”
Yeo Woohee’s eyes widened in fear as he felt the foreign object inside him.
Jinwoo smirked and shoved the bottle deeper.
“Ugh.”
“Guess I overestimated you. I thought you were smart enough to understand. But look at you—making things harder for yourself.”
Jinwoo chuckled as he pulled the bottle out.
“P-please, stop. Hyung, I’m sorry. Forgive me. My mom brought me here, I swear!”
Yeo Woohee trembled, clinging to him, but Jinwoo shook him off and walked to the window, lifting the blackout curtain slightly.
Though it was still dawn, the diligent villa caretaker was already outside sweeping leaves.
Jinwoo watched him before turning back to Yeo Woohee.
“Still hoping someone will save you? Let me crush that hope. Then you won’t think of running again.”
Ignoring his pleas, Jinwoo rolled Yeo Woohee tightly in the blanket, binding his limbs and leaving only his face exposed.
Yeo Woohee squirmed, his chest swelling with anticipation—though to Jinwoo, it looked like desperate struggling.
Cold eyes stared down at the omega still defiantly refusing to accept him as his alpha.
Jinwoo opened the window and called out to the caretaker.
“Hey, you.”
“Huh? When did you arrive, Director?”
“Come here.”
This villa was where Jinwoo had planned to train Yeo Woohee, but Kim Minjeong had dumped him here instead—claiming she’d save her second son.
The irony was laughable.
The loyal caretaker dropped his broom and hurried inside.
Yeo Woohee begged desperately, “Hyung, please. No. Don’t do this.”
But his mind was in a completely different place.
‘Master, why do you have to be so perfect?’
How could he not serve him as his master?
A knock sounded at the door.
Afraid that shouting “Don’t come in!” might actually stop him, Yeo Woohee held his breath, tears streaming.
“Director, may I enter?”
“Yeah.”
Jinwoo pulled his cock out from his undone pants, kneeling beside Yeo Woohee’s head.
He shoved it into his mouth.
“Mmph!”
Yeo Woohee choked, toes curling as he thrashed like a carp writhing in agony after being dragged from a pond—though in truth, he was shuddering from the forced pleasure of being throat-fucked.
The caretaker gasped, dropping to his knees and bowing deeply—a reaction fit for a king. Jinwoo smirked in satisfaction.
The expensive mattress rocked smoothly with each thrust.
Yeo Woohee sobbed as the cock hit his uvula, plunging deep.
Jinwoo didn’t bother letting him cover his teeth, slapping his balls against Yeo Woohee’s chin as he pistoned ruthlessly.
This wasn’t a blowjob—it was just using his mouth like a hole.
When Jinwoo finally pulled out, he gripped the tip and pressed it against Yeo Woohee’s lips.
“Lick the slit. Make me cum. Then I’ll spare your friend.”
“You can’t hurt Taejoon! He’s my friend!”
“I know. So if you want to keep that bastard alive, suck my dick like your life depends on it—and make those pretty little moans while you’re at it.”
Yeo Woohee stuck out his tongue, flicking it over the head teasingly.
The sour, musky taste of precum nearly made him dive in greedily, but he knew better than to show how much he liked it.
If he wanted to manipulate Jinwoo, he couldn’t let his desperation show.
Suppressing his hunger, he forced himself to move his tongue stiffly, pretending reluctance.
This must be the ultimate perk of being submissive, he thought bitterly.
His eyes flicked longingly to the fallen water bottle on the floor as he let out a choked sob.
“Hng… hng… ugh…”
If Jinwoo was going to tie him up like this, the least he could do was shove that damn water bottle in his hole.
How cruel was it to leave him empty and aching like this, then demand he suck dick like some kind of desperate slut?
Yeo Woohee ground his ass against the blanket in frustration.
The pathetic struggle only seemed to piss Jinwoo off more.
“Bring me the things I had prepared.”
“Yes, Executive Director.”
The villa attendant bowed and closed the door behind him.
Yeo Woohee tilted his head to the side, disappointed that their audience had left.
Jinwoo yanked the blanket away, sending Yeo Woohee tumbling out, naked and exposed.
His pretty ass was on full display as Jinwoo dragged his legs forward.
“I gave you a chance, Yeo Woohee. You wasted it. Should I just kill your friend now?”
“No—no! I’ll suck it, I’ll suck it so good, hyung!”
Yeo Woohee twisted to look back at Jinwoo, who was gripping his ankles.
His tearful, red-nosed expression must have been cute enough to earn a sliver of mercy.
“Then crawl over here and make it worth my while.”
“Y-yes… yes…”
Even when Jinwoo released him, Yeo Woohee hesitated, watching for cues.
“Tsk.”
A warning click of the tongue.
Yeo Woohee scrambled forward on all fours across the plush bed and took Jinwoo’s cock into his mouth.
“Mmmph… ngh… hnn!”
He struggled just to take the tip, whining pitifully.
His head bobbed weakly, his whole body shaking from the effort.
His ass, flushed pink, swayed temptingly with each movement.
Jinwoo smacked one cheek lightly, amused by the way it jiggled.
Tears spilled down Yeo Woohee’s face as he kept sucking, too overwhelmed to protest.
“Do it properly.”
With a whimper, Yeo Woohee pulled off.
A string of saliva stretched between his lips and Jinwoo’s thick, veiny cock before snapping.
“Hic… I am trying…”
Jinwoo pinched his nipple and twisted.
“Ow!”
“It slid right in when I fucked your throat. Why can’t you take more than the tip yourself? Stop playing dumb.”
Yeo Woohee’s long lashes drooped as he lowered his head again.
He gripped the shaft—too big for his mouth—and pushed it deeper.
The stretch burned as the thick base forced his lips wider, turning them pale from the strain.
His cheeks puffed out adorably, like a squirrel’s, as he worked his throat back and forth.
Jinwoo patted his head approvingly before suddenly shoving his hips up.
“Ghk—! Mmmph!!”
His throat opened instinctively, swallowing Jinwoo down without gagging.
If this wasn’t natural talent, what was?
Tears streamed down his flushed face as he flailed, completely unaware of how perfectly he was made to satisfy an alpha’s desires.
Jinwoo slid a hand down to grope his chest—soft yet firm.
A knock sounded at the door.
“Leave it outside.”
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