OMF Ch 1

The servants who received the call over the intercom began to move busily. The dozen or so servants quickly tidied the surroundings and headed to their positions without making so much as a footstep. That sight alone was enough to tell how skilled they were. Watching the servants move in perfect unison with wide, surprised eyes, Seowoo quietly set his spoon down and stood up.

Moving toward the side of the servants standing in crisp, straight formation in front of the entrance, he cast a glance at the clock hanging on the wall. As expected, it was not yet time for anyone to return home.

The masters of this grand mansion were all busy people who only returned late at night, and right now, it was early afternoon, before the sun had even set. Facing the early return of someone unknown without any mental preparation, Seowoo bit his lip. His startled heart would not calm down. Seowoo pressed hard on his hand placed over his chest and rolled his eyes around.

Facing an unannounced early return was the same for the servants as it was for him, but he found it fascinating how they moved mechanically, as if they had been prepared all along. It would be nice if he could be that composure himself…

“The second young master is coming up.”

The person who opened the large door and entered announced to the waiting servants. It was the butler, who oversaw the mansion’s major and minor affairs. At the butler’s words, Seowoo cowered his already small body even further. The person mentioned by the butler was one of the most burdensome and difficult opponents for Seowoo. Though, in truth, every single person existing in this mansion was a burdensome and difficult opponent for Seowoo.

Before long, the person who made Seowoo tremble stepped into the foyer. Just his presence alone filled the space with an overwhelming sense of pressure. The servants bowed at the waist all at once, greeting him without a sound.

It was Joo Taegang, the second son of Joowon Group and Seowoo’s half-brother.

“W-Welcome back…”

Seowoo, who had been standing hesitantly, also shuffled closer and barely managed to offer a greeting. It was a faint voice, barely audible, but he had to summon immense courage just to say those words. Passing indifferently by the servants bowing toward him, Taegang came to a halt when he saw Seowoo. Looking down at Seowoo, who kept his head lowered while twisting his innocent fingers, Taegang suddenly scowled. The skin around the neatly trimmed nails at the tips of his thin, white fingers was completely peeled and raw. It was the result of Seowoo biting his fingertips whenever he got nervous. A trace of contempt flickered in Taegang’s eyes as he looked down at the tattered hands.

Without hiding his displeased gaze, Taegang walked past Seowoo, striding forward with his long legs. Only after Taegang turned his back did Seowoo raise his head, biting his lip as he watched his retreating figure.

Forcing his feet to move when they refused to step forward, Seowoo stopped in front of the dining room. He couldn’t take his eyes off the shabby bowl sitting on the large table. He hadn’t eaten anything since lunch the previous day. It was only late in the afternoon that he had quietly crept down, reading the servants’ expressions while scooping a bowl of rice for himself. Even then, Taegang had arrived just as he took his very first spoonful.

Seowoo, who was touching and rubbing his hands over his starving belly, soon had a familiar sense of resignation settled in his eyes. Hunger was familiar. Above all, he must not keep Taegang waiting. He had to finish getting ready before Taegang finished washing up and came out. As soon as Seowoo took a step again, a servant cleared the bowl sitting on the table.

It was a cold, heartless touch, as if chasing away an unwelcome intruder.

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Entering his room, Seowoo hurriedly threw off his clothes. The t-shirt, pants, and underwear trailed like stepping stones from the bedroom door to the bathroom. He stepped into the shower booth, turned on the water, and worked up a lather. Fearing he might smell, he washed every nook and cranny meticulously. Taegang was exceptionally sensitive about cleanliness. All Seowoo could do was wash his body clean before being held by him. As his anxiety gradually grew, his touch became even faster. He moved his hand between his soapy buttocks. The entrance was swollen puffy, as always. When he softly inserted a finger, it was sucked in easily.

It seemed the hole opened from the sex this morning had not yet fully closed. He worried whether it might stretch loose forever like this, but for now, he was glad he didn’t have to loosen himself up separately. Taegang hated waiting even for the time it took to prepare to receive him.

Finishing washing the rest of his body, Seowoo wiped off the water. Heat rose to his usually pale face, bringing a touch of vitality to it.

Leaving the bathroom and stepping into his room, Seowoo flinched in shock and froze in his tracks. It was because Taegang was sitting on his bed. The moment he saw Taegang, Seowoo’s heart began to beat violently. It was an emotion closer to terror, brought on by fear and anxiety. Taegang, who was looking down at his mobile phone, raised his head. As always, his eyes were filled with displeased irritation.

“Ah, fuck. Hey. I told you not to walk around naked.”

“Ah… I-I’m sorry… I didn’t know you would be in here, I’ll put something on quickly…”

It was Taegang who had entered Seowoo’s room without a word, but no one thought that was a problem. Seowoo was simply busy scrambling to pick up and put on a t-shirt to hide his unsightly, scrawny body in front of Taegang, who hated seeing his naked body. Watching Seowoo with his brows deeply furrowed, Taegang let out a heavy sigh.

Seowoo’s thin arm, pulling up his pants, was seized in a large grip. As his unfastened, loosely dragging pant cuffs entangled with his skinny legs, his thin body wobbled. Dragged along by Taegang, who showed no mercy, Seowoo eventually fell, slamming both knees onto the floor.

“Ah…! Hng…”

Because his knees hurt, a groan spilled out of him naturally. It was only natural, considering his scrawny, protruding knee bones had slammed against the marble floor. As he rubbed his painful knees with his free hand, he heard a sigh above his head.

“You really do it all, don’t you.”

Snapping back to reality at the annoyed voice, Seowoo looked up in shock. The gaze with which Taegang looked down at him was colder than ever. It was as if he found Seowoo pathetic for falling on his own and being in pain.

“I-I’m okay… I’m sorry…”

Taegang was someone who disliked holding him to begin with. Dealing with Taegang always felt like walking on thin ice.

He didn’t know how long Taegang would endure having to tolerate and embrace someone like him—a half-rate Omega, scrawny and without a single redeeming quality. If Taegang ever set his mind to casting him out, he would be kicked out without being able to say a single word.

“Ngh…”

Reading the room, he gritted his teeth at the pain radiating from his knees as he tried to stand up on his legs. It was a throbbing pain as if his bones were aching, but he couldn’t let it show. He couldn’t let Taegang lose his patience with him and walk out of this room.

Seowoo had to receive the semen of the Alphas in this mansion, including Taegang. He had to get pregnant as soon as possible to prove his worth. If he failed to do so, it was certain they would ruthlessly throw him away like a used household item whose purpose had run out.

Taegang, who had been looking down at Seowoo with displeased eyes the entire time, put strength into the hand holding the thin arm and pulled. Being dragged by the strong force, Seowoo put strength into his feet so as not to fall again. Pulled precariously along, Seowoo was thrown onto the bed. Pain still throbbed in the knees bent on the soft bed. As Seowoo gritted his teeth to hold back a groan, soft bedding descended over his head. Before his eyes was nothing but pitch-black darkness.

“Ah…!”

“Don’t make a sound.”

“…”