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Rough hands washed him, rubbing and squashing the chest and crotch he had tried to hide, as if retaliating for his earlier small act of refusal.
“Ugh. Hyung, hng. Ah.”
“Stop being so horny. How do you expect hyung not to fuck you when you act like such a slut?”
Tormenting his sensitive erogenous zones and blaming Woohee for it, Yeo Jinwoo thrust his cock into the hole.
Yeo Woohee was violated by him, washed clean while utterly innocent.
Yeo Jinwoo came inside Yeo Woohee and turned off the shower water.
Then, as if nothing had happened, he dried Woohee’s wet body with a towel, removing the moisture.
“You go out first and watch your drama. Hyung will clean the toilet you soaked with your piss and then come out.”
“Do you really have to humiliate me like this?”
Yeo Woohee huffed and stormed out of the bathroom, clearly sulking.
But inside, he was bursting with excitement—he wanted to bounce around like crazy because his Master knew exactly what hit all his sweet spots.
To calm himself down, he flopped onto the sofa and quickly grabbed the remote.
He resumed the drama he’d been watching with Na Taejoon by paying to unlock the next episode.
But as the excitement faded, a new emotion swiftly took over.
He was starting to feel anxious—worried that his Master might be giving up control over him completely.
No way. Yeo Jinwoo couldn’t possibly be dumb enough to abandon his kinks just because of love.
To test whether he’d really changed, Woohee removed the nipple rings he’d been wearing.
After having them on all night, his nipples looked twice as swollen.
Even though he knew it was temporary, he flicked at them with his fingers and grinned to himself.
Feeling a little turned on by the state of his nipples, an idea came to mind.
He wanted to pull back the blackout curtains in the living room and press his upper body against the glass, getting taken from behind.
Only the caretakers lived in this annex, so even if they did it, no one would probably notice.
But the moment he pulled back the curtains to rehearse it, someone yanked his hair and made him scream.
“Ahh!”
It felt like his scalp was being torn off.
Contrary to his expectations, the area in front of the villa was packed with black cars, and men in black suits had seen him completely naked.
Yeo Jinwoo, who had just finished cleaning the bathroom, saw the scene, got furious, and grabbed the back of his head.
“I swear, I give you a little reward and you go totally off the rails. Snap out of it, Yeo Woohee. You’re not going anywhere.”
The unhinged alpha dragged the naked omega back toward the bedroom.
But before the curtains had fully closed, he glanced back and yanked them shut aggressively.
Just as he was about to haul Woohee inside, he stopped for a moment.
He remembered the little fox in his dream, trembling in fear of a tiger.
He looked down at Woohee’s flat belly, still showing no signs.
He was pregnant—an omega carrying a child.
If he were too rough and caused a miscarriage, it would be catastrophic.
So Jinwoo released Woohee’s hair and gently rubbed the spot he had grabbed.
“That hurt, didn’t it? Let’s not do that again, okay?”
Yeo Jinwoo cursed inwardly, convinced that this obedient Woohee had gone astray because of that stupid drama.
On TV, an omega was shamelessly talking back to an alpha.
“No more drama. That was your mistake, Woohee, so we’re not watching it anymore.”
He turned off the TV with the remote.
Then he went to the fridge, took out the strawberry cake he’d prepared, and set it on the table.
Woohee, who had been so happy earlier about getting a reward, now started to cry, big tears rolling down his face.
Jinwoo, clueless about what was really going through his slave’s mind, gently patted his back and told him not to cry.
To Woohee, the fact that his Master didn’t punish him for his wrongdoing felt like the sky was falling.
Jinwoo had to go into town to register their marriage.
But he didn’t like the idea of leaving Woohee alone at the villa.
Sure, he could tie him up and lock the door, but Woohee was pregnant.
Stress wasn’t good for the baby.
He was already weak—like a sick little chick—and if something happened to him while alone, it would be a disaster.
After making sure Woohee had a full breakfast and even finished the strawberry cake, Jinwoo lifted the now slightly heavier omega into his arms.
If Woohee went outside and screamed for help, he’d be royally screwed.
“Woohee. I have to go out. Do you want to stay here, or come with me?”
He gave Woohee the choice.
Woohee looked up at him with sad, gloomy eyes.
“…I want to come with you.”
“If you go outside and even think about calling for help, I swear you’ll never leave that room again. Got it?”
To anyone else, it might’ve sounded like a kidnapper threatening his hostage.
Even Jinwoo himself realized how it must’ve sounded.
Before heading out, he brought Woohee to the room with the screen golf setup.
Preventing accidents was always better than fixing them afterward.
“Try to run, and I’ll break your legs. I’ll shatter your knees so you can never walk again.”
Jinwoo tapped Woohee’s knees with a golf club.
Woohee instinctively covered his knees with his hands, but Jinwoo swatted them away with the club.
Woohee curled his hands protectively over his knees again and pouted, his lips forming a small bump under his chin like a walnut.
His eyes looked like he might burst into tears any second.
Jinwoo, afraid that the omega might try to escape, bristled with menace.
“Let’s get you dressed first.”
He hadn’t thought to dress Woohee while they were staying in the villa, so there were no clothes that fit him.
He fetched some of his own from the dressing room.
Even with all the buttons done up, the dress shirt hung loose around Woohee’s neck.
The pants didn’t fit either, but there was no way Jinwoo was letting him walk around in just a shirt.
He cinched the waist with a belt and folded up the pants legs that dragged on the ground.
He looked like he was drowning in a giant sack, but in its own way, it was cute.
Jinwoo was completely under his spell.
He took Woohee’s wrist and led him out of the villa.
Having been under artificial lighting for so long, Woohee squinted when he stepped into natural sunlight, his eyes stinging.
He couldn’t open them properly and furrowed his brow.
Without knowing where they were going, he was pushed into the passenger seat of the car.
Jinwoo buckled him in from the driver’s side.
“Is there anything you want to eat? I’ll buy you lunch.”
Woohee clutched the seatbelt crossing his chest with both hands.
Why was he being so nice all of a sudden?
It felt like a parent being extra sweet before abandoning their child at an orphanage.
Jinwoo sighed when he saw that Woohee was still too scared to say anything.
“If you don’t want to eat out, fine.”
“…I want jjajangmyeon.”
Tears welled up in Woohee’s eyes, and Jinwoo gently wiped them away with his fingertips.
“Okay. I’ll get you jjajangmyeon. As long as you don’t do anything stupid, we’ll come back safely and your knees will be just fine. You stay by my side, don’t say a word, and just eat. Got it?”
“…Okay.”
“Good boy. And even if someone talks to you, don’t respond.”
Jinwoo started the car.
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