OMF 17

“Ugh, ah, hngh, ahk!”

“Haa….”

Every time he delved into the soft, pale flesh that had spread out tenderly like a ripened, mushy fruit, an excited moan tickled his ears. The hole, which had only been tight and cramped, soaked itself ceaselessly with love juices, unable to hide its arousal. As he rotated his hips languidly with his cock inserted all the way to the root, the small body trembled violently, letting out a piercing moan. His pubic hair rubbed against the soft flesh.

“Hngh! Ah, ahk! Hngh, ah…!”

It felt as though even his cock would melt into the hot inner walls. At Seowoo’s reaction, which was different from usual, Taegwon also gradually felt his reason becoming hazy. This kind of sex was a first. It was sex that pursued only lust, not pregnancy. Seowoo’s buttocks, bumping against Taegwon’s thighs with his strong hip thrusts, swelled up red. A stinging pain arose, but the sexual pleasure that enveloped his entire body made him unable to even feel that.

“Hngh, haa, hng, hnght…!”

Finally reaching climax, Taegwon threw back his head, letting out a beast-like groan.

“Krgh…!”

A white blur spread before his eyes, and a tsunami-like pleasure washed over him. It was an intense pleasure that made even his fingertips tingle. Taegwon regulated his ragged breathing and slowly lowered his head. A leisurely smile, like that of a predatory beast, hung on his face.

“Hng, ugh….”

Seowoo, with his eyes glazed over, lay there blankly with his mouth open. As he lay there, a transparent liquid splashed over his sunken, lean stomach. Seowoo, who had lost his mind without even knowing what he had ejaculated, trembled intermittently from the lingering pleasure and let out hazy moans.

As Taegwon gently touched the liquid that had soaked his lean body, a fishy smile crept onto the corner of his mouth. Soon, his thick forearm covered the lean body. A thick tongue delved between the swollen lips.

It was a satisfying kiss.

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“I’ll eat well….”

Seowoo muttered, sitting alone at the enormous table. The words he had finally mustered the courage to say after agonizing over them for the past few days were ignored all too easily. It was as if no one had even heard Seowoo’s voice. Seowoo’s cheeks flushed red at the sight of the servants turning away without a response.

In truth, the servants were just as flustered upon hearing this greeting of appreciation for the meal they had prepared for the first time. To the masters of this mansion, the servants were like invisible ghosts. Empty words of thanks for people paid to do their jobs were unnecessary. Moreover, these were the very people who had subtly looked down on Seowoo until now. The current situation, where they had to serve this half-baked omega whom they had only seen as a nuisance, was awkward.

For some reason, the employer had given a silent warning, as if he knew all about what had happened before, instructing them to ensure there was no discomfort in Seowoo’s daily life. The servants became even more careful in their actions, fearing they might get caught in some pretext and face trouble.

The alphas of this mansion did not tolerate mistakes. In any case, it was also something that should not happen for Seowoo, the omega of this household, to speak respectfully to them and express gratitude.

Unaware of such circumstances, Seowoo simply wanted to express his thanks to the servants who were now providing him with meals, unlike before. Seowoo no longer had to go hungry. When mealtime came, the servants knocked on his door. The dining room was filled to the brim with various dishes on the table.

For the first few days, Seowoo had only nibbled while watching their reactions, but now he could eat his fill. Being able to eat such delicious food freely without worrying about others’ eyes was a first in his life. Even when he was at his birth mother’s house, and even after coming to this mansion, Seowoo had been accustomed to hunger.

He did not know how long this fortune would last, but even if he had to go hungry again starting tomorrow, it seemed like it would be okay. How could such luxury be fitting for a half-baked person like him?

Seowoo, holding the cutlery, moved his hands busily. Having not eaten much in his life, he did not know what the food he was eating now was, or how precious the ingredients were, but even so, he knew they were things beyond his station.

Even as he filled his stomach, Seowoo always thought of Taegwon. No matter how much he thought about it, it seemed like it was thanks to Taegwon that he could eat like this. After the day he had eaten with Taegwon last time, meals for his share began to be prepared. Even if he was stupid, he could figure out at least this much. Seowoo resolved to thank Taegwon, but he had no confidence in whether he could actually say those words.

A body accustomed to hunger did not know how to refuse food. His stomach was already full, but the table was still full of food. Seowoo stuffed the food in and emptied the plates. The servants might look down on him, but he did not know when he might go hungry again. He was used to gazes of contempt anyway, so it was fine.

During the time he lived with his birth mother, he had suffered from hunger for long periods. The food thrown to him once every few days, like an act of charity, was nothing but cold leftover rice or things that were already inedible. Even so, Seowoo had filled his stomach greedily, grateful for the fact that he could eat something.

There had been a time when he ate moldy bread and fell seriously ill. His young body, which had barely eaten anything and vomited up even the emptiness in his stomach, suffered from high fever, but his birth mother did not even know about it. Seowoo also did not wish for anyone’s touch just because he was sick, so it was okay. He had grown up without knowing such tenderness.

When his stepbrother was alone with him while his birth mother was away from home, he would share his portion of food with Seowoo. Of course, it was not kindness without compensation. His stepbrother, who was curious about an omega’s body, would put bread or snacks in young Seowoo’s hand and then explore that tender body. He would touch the soft skin of his stepbrother, who was frantically filling his stomach, and lift his clothes. As the times accumulated, the increasingly bold touches eventually led to placing his underdeveloped cock in Seowoo’s small hand.

Seowoo helped with handjobs without even knowing what it was. Even though he felt a revulsion so intense that goosebumps rose all over his body at the way his stepbrother looked at him, he could not shake it off, thinking of it as warmth. For the young Seowoo, the warmth touching his skin was more precious than the fact that he could fill his stomach.

When he entered this mansion and received education, and realized what the things his stepbrother had done to him in the past were, Seowoo shed tears for the first time since arriving here. The moment he saw his birth mother’s eyes roll back at the sight of the bankbook whose amount he did not know, even the faint affection that had remained disappeared. However, what had held back Seowoo’s steps as he left that house following Manager Kim was the existence of his stepbrother.

His touches, which were becoming increasingly intense, were hard to endure, but they were the only warmth he had ever received since birth. He had shared food with him, and sometimes even stroked his hair. Seowoo considered him family. He thought his stepbrother felt the same.

Looking back now, it seems like he had only seen him as an omega to satisfy his own lust, but still.

Even so, here he had his alphas. He could feel warmth every day as their bodies intertwined. Whenever they touched his body and delved inside him, the loneliness that always followed him like a tag seemed to ease a little. Sometimes their way of embracing him was so rough that it was burdensome, but he could endure it. It was okay even if there was no affection in the way they looked at him. What Seowoo needed was the body heat of another person.

They would hold him and sometimes kiss him. Moreover, they even took care of his meals like this. It could not be better. Seowoo just wanted to quickly give birth to a child and fulfill his purpose.

While lost deep in thought, the servants moved quietly but swiftly. It was because the notification that Taegang was returning home had rung. Before he knew it, a large shadow fell over Seowoo. He silently looked down at Seowoo, who was deep in thought and had not even noticed someone was in front of him. It seemed like some flesh had been added to his lean body.

“…Huh?”

Seowoo’s eyes widened as he raised his head. His already large eyes seemed about to spill over. Taegang’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked down unpleasantly at Seowoo, who was making a stupid sound.

“What is it?”

“…Pardon?”

“What were you thinking about that you didn’t even notice someone coming.”

“Ah…. I’m, I’m sorry…. I, I should have come out to greet you….”

“…You don’t need to do that. You’re not working here for money. No one ever told you to do it in the first place, so why are you doing it?”

“Uh…. Every, everyone does it…. So I thought naturally….”

A sigh escaped naturally at his stammering response. As Taegang said, no one had ever told Seowoo to do it, yet Seowoo would stand at the entrance following the servants every time the alphas returned home. Of course, only when he was not having sex with another alpha.

Seowoo seemed to think that his position here was the same as the servants he paid to employ. It was pathetic that Seowoo did not realize what it meant to be the omega of an alpha family. Even if he was half-baked, Seowoo was the omega of him and his brothers. He could not bear to see him being ignored even by the servants he employed.

Taegang pulled out a chair and sat down, looking at Seowoo, who was shrinking his shoulders even more under his gaze. Seowoo lowered his head upon seeing Taegang sit in front of him. It was the first time he had sat at the table with Taegang. It was only natural, since they had no time together except when having sex. Even during sex, Taegang disliked looking at his face. He was worried that the empty plates might annoy him if he thought he had eaten too much.

“Eat.”

“…Pardon?”

“Finish eating.”

“Ah….”

Taegang gestured with his chin toward the remaining food. It seemed difficult to eat even one dish in front of Taegang, but there was no way he could refuse those words. Unlike before, Seowoo picked up the cutlery at a noticeably slow speed. The taste of the food he had been eating frantically just moments ago was not felt. Moreover, his tense body stiffened rigidly, and bits of food fell onto the table.

Seowoo quickly picked up the spilled food with his hand and ate it while glancing at Taegang. It was an unconscious action because he thought Taegang, with his neat personality, would dislike eating messily. In truth, Taegang’s brows furrowed even more at the action of eating with his hands, but Seowoo did not notice it.

Taegang loosened his impeccably tight necktie and leaned back against the chairback. He looked down at Seowoo with slightly lowered eyes, his head tilted back a little. The large eyes rolling around while watching his reactions, the two cheeks flushed red, the plump lips moving as he chewed the food, and the slender nape below them. The chopsticks held in his white hand were still clumsy.

Seowoo, who had never properly learned anything, was inexperienced in everything. His chopstick skills were also terrible. He had corrected it while learning table manners, but because Taegang was in front of him, he was extremely tense and kept dropping and spilling the food.

As he watched such a Seowoo, a question arose in Taegang’s eyes. Seowoo’s appearance, which he would not have wanted to see before, now felt bearable. The way he nibbled while watching his reactions even looked quite cute. Now that he looked at it, his face was pretty decent too. He had liked his body from the beginning anyway. He did not know since when this half-baked omega had become tolerable, but it was true that his impression had changed a lot from before.

Under the gaze that stared at him openly, Seowoo found it hard to even lift his head. It felt like every corner of him was being scrutinized. For some reason, his entire body tingled at Taegang’s eyes looking at him. He was so tense that even breathing became a concern. More than when having sex.

Even after finishing the meal, Taegang stared at him for a long while before suddenly standing up from his seat. Seowoo stared blankly at Taegang’s back as he turned and walked away with heavy steps, then let out a shallow sigh and gently pressed his pounding heart.