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Becoming the Gong’s Older Brother 19

I finally arrived.

At Baekil Hotel, one of the domestic 5-star hotels.

The impression I got as soon as I stood in front of it was…

‘The smell is insane.’

If I go in, I’ll die.

That’s the only fact.

‘Inside there… alphas will be crawling all over the place.’

I got goosebumps, but there was no way to escape.

However, I’m a little different from my usual self.

Because I came after chewing up 7 pills at once!

My adoptive mother warned me to refrain from overuse as I could develop tolerance, but what choice did I have?

Thanks to taking the maximum dosage the researcher barely permitted, my sense of smell was much duller than usual.

Even so, I couldn’t do anything about the oppressive pressure bearing down on my entire body.

Believing at least I wouldn’t have to worry about vomiting, I took a difficult step forward.

‘Where is my adoptive mother? She’s not even answering her phone.’

Whether they’d rented out the entire place, the hotel interior was empty without a single guest.

As I stood still looking around, people who might be hotel staff or Group employees approached me.

“Hey hey. You can’t just come in here. We’re not accepting guests until tomorrow…”

They stopped mid-sentence and looked me up and down.

Soon they smirked and shrugged their shoulders.

“Ah. That’s it, that.”

“Look here. If you were called, you should go up to the room and wait, what are you doing standing here blankly?”

‘Called?’

No way. Were they talking about that kind of call?

“Everyone’s got amazing stamina. They keep coming in endlessly.”

“That one looks like an alpha, right? What kind of play are they trying to enjoy by calling in something like that?”

“Orgy party, the young masters of this house are crazy about them.”

As expected, it was exactly that.

I felt dizzy at being treated as a male prostitute for the first time in my life.

‘Now I understand why my adoptive mother detests this…’

The gathering time was soon. I didn’t have time to deal with these people.

I walked past them.

“Hey, the elevator is that way…”

“Where is the banquet hall?”

I took out a card from my pocket and showed it.

“Please guide me.”

“Th-this!”

“That’s… that’s the one only family members receive.”

Behind the two people who lowered their tails, I discovered an entrance where bright light was leaking out.

“Is that the banquet hall? I’ll go on my own.”

I walked straight ahead, leaving behind the flustered person stammering.

In front of the door, guards wearing sunglasses with earpieces were stationed.

One of them blocked the entrance and warned,

“If you’re not a staff member, entry is prohibited.”

When a commotion arose at the front, several people inside the banquet hall looked this way.

Seeing them all decked out in dizzyingly expensive brands, fortunately it seemed I’d found the right place.

I wanted to quietly enter like secretly proxy-checking attendance in a university lecture hall, but it seemed impossible.

Since I’d already drawn attention, I decided to just cleanly reveal my identity.

“Baek Yeon character, Hui character.”

Baek Yeonhui.

The moment that name rang out, the hall became quiet as if cold water had been poured over it.

“That person’s son, Baek Gunho.”

“……”

“May I enter?”

A heavy silence descended in an instant.

After a moment, people began whispering.

…That’s him?

Baek Yeonhui. Eccentric.

Why did he come?

Outsider child. Low birth.

An orphan of unknown origins…

Sharp words pierced my ears.

As expected, it seemed the child adopted by Baek Yeonhui, a direct descendant, was a famous figure within the Group.

What should I do now?

Just as I stood like a wooden statue at the entrance,

“Hey, are you that Baek Gunho?”

Suddenly some man put his arm around my neck.

“I’m Baek Jeongwoo. Nice to meet you?”

He was a tall young man who appeared to be around my age.

“Ahjussi. I’m taking this kid in?”

“Y-yes. If Jeongwoo-nim says so…”

The man who called himself Baek Jeongwoo spoke to the guard as if notifying him and dragged me into the hall.

Thanks to that, I entered without much trouble… but I didn’t know this person’s intentions or identity.

Still, from the circumstances, he seemed to have helped me, so I should express my thanks.

“Um. Thank you for letting me in…”

“Ssssniff.”

However.

I was at a loss for words.

“Haaaaah…”

Suddenly he buried his nose in my nape…

And inhaled with all his might.

“What’s this? This grayish scent. It’s not bad though.”

“……”

“I thought you were dominant just looking at your appearance, but you’re recessive?”

Fuck.

I almost let out a curse.

“…I’m just an alpha.”

“What? Then why are your pheromones like this?”

How would I know?

Goosebumps rose on my nape where another person’s lips had touched.

I immediately pushed Baek Jeongwoo’s body away and pressed my hand firmly on my nape as if protecting it.

“Don’t tell me you’re suppressing your pheromones like those omega bastards? You can spray more. If you don’t show off your dick size at times like this, when will you?”

‘Dick size…’

I was at a loss for words at the vulgar metaphor.

He sneaked a glance at my crotch and giggled.

“You’ll only get ignored if you’re modest here?”

Ah, this really isn’t easy.

I already wanted to go home even though I hadn’t even started yet.

“How old are you?”

“…I’ll be a third-year middle school student now.”

“Middle school third year?! Puhaha! You look old for your age?”

‘Adoptive mother. When are you coming…’

I wanted to immediately throw a straight punch at this bastard’s philtrum and run away, but I couldn’t move rashly.

Because most of the people in the hall were sending their gazes this way.

Precisely, toward me.

‘They’re watching like I’m some strange life form.’

Whether everyone not readily approaching was fortunate or unfortunate.

Since I didn’t know what would happen, I decided to observe the situation as well.

“Hey. Put in your number.”

Then Baek Jeongwoo threw his phone at me.

“Come right out when I call, okay? This cousin hyung will play with you in fun ways.”

Just as I tried to input some random number with empty eyes, Baek Jeongwoo flicked the hand holding the phone with his finger and thrust his face close.

“Don’t fool around and write it properly.”

…I got caught. He’s unnecessarily perceptive.

I was sighing inwardly when a certain name popped out of Baek Jeongwoo’s mouth.

“If you keep doing this, what was the name? Baek Seolho? Baek Seolheon?”

When I raised my head and quietly glared at him, Baek Jeongwoo grinned.

“Should I play with your younger brother instead?”

“……”

“How is it. Does your heart sink?”

Yes, it sank.

Though not for the reason you’re thinking.

“Anyway, you shamelessly stuck your head in here because you want to get a piece of the pie too, right? For an orphan kid, you’re quite greedy.”

“……”

“But I do like you. I respect the spirit of trying to pick up crumbs left over after the pigs have eaten.”

Baek Jeongwoo pointed at the people gathered in the banquet hall and let out a laugh.

“If you play with me, this hyung will tear off lots of delicious things for you. But if you ignore me? Well, I’ll have to play with your younger brother’s side instead.”

There’s an old saying about being influenced by your environment.

The mad villain in the novel, Baek Wooheon’s twisted background probably wasn’t without the influence of people like this.

You think I’ll let Seolheon hang around with scum like you?

“Haha. My younger brother is still very young. Would my number be okay?”

“Yeah, you should’ve acted like that from the start. Backing down like an omega male prostitute.”

But I want to hit him once.

No, I want to beat him up.

What are the prosecutors, police, and judiciary doing? Why aren’t they quickly throwing this criminal bastard in jail?

Just as I was desperately forcing my lips up into a smile because I felt like I was really going to hit him, someone approached and said,

“Baek Jeongwoo. Choose who you play with more carefully.”

A middle-aged woman wearing red lipstick and a taciturn man.

The woman said to Baek Jeongwoo while keeping her gaze fixed on me,

“Come greet the elders. Rather than wasting time being interested in something like a pet that eccentric brought in.”

A pet that the eccentric brought in.

My brow furrowed involuntarily. I felt bad not for myself, but at the insult directed at my adoptive mother.

“Our mother is…”

Just as I was about to say something,

“Your words are harsh. Sister-in-law.”

The person in question appeared.

However, she wasn’t alone.

“H-h-hyung-nim?! And even Father…!”

“Hyung-nim, you say. Why not call me comfortably? Eccentric.”

“N-no, who said such a thing? Hoho.”

The woman who laughed awkwardly grabbed Baek Jeongwoo’s nape and quickly moved away.

My adoptive mother snorted and firmly grabbed my hand.

“I’m sorry, Gunho-ya. I’m very late, right? I never thought you’d have entered inside first.”

“Yeonhui-ya.”

At that moment, a domineering voice rang out, cutting off my adoptive mother’s words.

“What are you all doing? Without even an introduction.”

A man with a large and overwhelming presence was standing behind my adoptive mother.

“…Father. This is Gunho.”

My adoptive mother stepped aside as if showing me to the man with a reluctant expression.

“My first son.”

And she proudly declared me her son.

That sight… tickled my heart anew.

But I wasn’t given any time to be moved.

“So you’re that Gunho.”

The man kept his gaze fixed on me and watched quietly.

As the giant frame clearly over 190cm stared at me with dark blue eyes without any light, cold sweat naturally flowed down.

‘This person is… Chairman Baek Ildo.’

He was the head of Baekil Group.

Gulp, just as I barely swallowed and the tension reached its peak over how he would react,

Suddenly Baek Ildo smiled broadly.

“Oh my, you said you wanted to talk with this old man, right? Yes, yes. Come on, let’s go up to the restaurant upstairs and talk slowly.”

“…?”

“Is there anything you want to eat? I’ll buy you anything, so just say it.”

The face of the solemn large corporation chairman… suddenly transformed into a kind and affectionate neighborhood grandfather.

“What do young people like these days? This old man doesn’t know much about current trends, so Gunho, you choose whatever you want. The head chef here is quite skilled, so I’ll have them make whatever you want.”

At Chairman Baek Ildo acting as if I were his beloved grandchild, the Baek family members were all shocked in unison. Including me.

At this, several people stepped forward to block the old man.

“F-Father! Where are you going?! What about our gathering…!”

“And to bring along that low-b… that thing! What if he does something terrible to the chairman!”

“All of you shut up.”

Baek Ildo’s low voice resonated through the banquet hall.

He looked around the hall with a cold and sharp gaze, contrary to how he’d been with me.

Black hair. Navy blue eyes. Sharp gaze.

In that voice and face, I couldn’t help but overlap a certain child.

“Well then, let’s go. Gunho-ya.”

Baek Ildo and Baek Seolheon resembled each other.

Becoming the Gong’s Older Brother

Becoming the Gong’s Older Brother

Status: Ongoing Released: 2 Free Chapter Every Monday Native Language: What It Means to Become the Gong's Hyung
<Former obsessive psycho gong (younger brother) x Iron-walled adult shou (older brother)> I became the protagonist's older brother. But that protagonist—he's destined to become the obsessive psycho gong in a 19+ kidnapping, confinement, and despair story. ...I have no choice but to raise him properly. * * * 20 years later, Just when I thought I'd finally turned him into a decent human being— "The aroma you like, hyung. I just sprayed it." A sharp, heavy scent that pressed down on my entire body and turned my brain to mush. This isn't aroma. It's dominant alpha pheromone. "You must be tired from meetings all day. Come here, I'll give you a massage." Hands stroking from my cheek to my chest, from my chest down below my legs. This isn't a massage. It's foreplay. "You really don't have to go this far......" "I'm your younger brother, hyung." Covering me with pheromones, Caressing me like this... This is absolutely not what a younger brother should be doing. "Only on paper, though." ...It seems I've completely failed at raising him, haven't I?

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celli
13 days ago

I’m scared

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