Prologue. Fake Younger Brother
“It was an honor to meet the director of Baekil Entertainment!”
“No, the honor was mine.”
“Wow, I had no idea you’d be such a tall and handsome guy! Our agency’s kids were going absolutely crazy. Crazy!”
“Haha. Is that so.”
“Gunho-ssi, reconsider. I’ve booked a really great place for the after-party…”
“Unfortunately, I have another schedule. I’ll be going now.”
I cut off the middle-aged man’s conversation with a perfunctory smile.
Leaving the disappointed man behind, I desperately hastened my steps. A young man who had been waiting right beside me quickly followed.
“It seems they tampered with the drinks. No wonder they only brought a bunch of women.”
“…If I get some sleep, the drug effects should wear off.”
“I’ll take you to a hotel nearby. Do you need support?”
“Thank you.”
My vision was spinning and cold sweat was pouring down. A stiff and strange sensation even began coursing up my spine.
I didn’t refuse the secretary’s support, thinking I might fall.
As we hurried toward the underground parking lot, the secretary suddenly stopped walking.
“Jaewook-ssi?”
I called the secretary’s name, but it wasn’t his voice that came back.
“…Hyung.”
A low, deep voice.
“Disgusting.”
A silhouette revealed itself from the dark shadows of the parking lot.
“Whose scent did you get covered in this time.”
“Baek… Seolheon?”
“You keep making it impossible to feel at ease.”
He naturally approached, gently pushed the secretary aside, and supported me.
Since his height was a span taller than mine, which easily exceeded 180cm, my shoulder naturally rose upward.
“You can leave for the day.”
At those words, the secretary flinched and trembled before holding out the car keys to the young man.
The young man took the car keys as if accustomed to it, lightly lifted me into the passenger seat of the black sedan, and naturally started the engine.
As the mid-sized car smoothly exited the building, a suffocating scent soon filled the interior of the vehicle.
“You, the smell…”
“The aroma you like, hyung. I just sprayed it.”
A sharp, heavy scent that pressed against my entire body and turned my head to mush.
This isn’t aroma.
It’s dominant alpha pheromones.
“You’re going to a hotel, right? I’ll go with you.”
“Uh, yeah…”
“You must be tired from meetings all day. I’ll give you a massage when we get there.”
Hands stroking from my cheek to my chest, from my chest down below my legs.
This isn’t a massage.
It’s a caress.
“You don’t need to go this far…”
“I’m your younger brother, aren’t I.”
Covering me with pheromones,
Caressing me…
This is absolutely not something a younger brother should do.
“Only on paper, though.”
I can see Baek Seolheon’s face grinning.
That smile is so terribly beautiful it makes me even more frustrated.
“Not today… don’t…”
At the words I barely managed to spit out,
Baek Seolheon nodded and smiled gently.
“No.”
* * *
“You’re being especially whiny today.”
From bottom to top,
I can’t come to my senses from the sensation surging upward intensely.
“Did you get drunk on pheromones?”
“Ugh, hnngh…!”
“Not even mine, but someone else’s pheromones?”
Something thin and long roughly stirred inside.
As if a child was playing around, the finger that had been irregularly jabbing the inside spread wide left and right like tongs.
I hated hearing the squelching sound through the spread opening.
“You can’t do that, hyung.”
“Ah—!”
At that moment, my vision went white.
As the finger thrust deep inside, white semen spurted up to my chest and under my chin.
“You come every time I thrust. Isn’t it hard?”
What had been scratching the inside at high speed slipped out.
…Just when I was about to breathe a sigh of relief thinking it had finally stopped.
“…!”
Something much thicker was shoved straight in.
Without warning, Baek Seolheon, who had thrust in the weapon, easily lifted my body and mechanically moved his hips.
“Just bear with it a little. I’ll fill you up with mine soon.”
“Ah, ah! Ahk, uk! Kuk…”
“Shh, don’t bite your lip. You’ll get hurt.”
My mind became hazy. The speed was too fast from the start.
Every time the inside was crushed with force, pheromones rushed in like waves. They violently invaded not only through my skin, nasal passages, and throat, but also through the gap where the penis had penetrated.
The sensation of pheromones kneading even my brain gave me indescribable chills.
Being beaten with fists would have been far more bearable.
“This, this is strange. This kind of, hngh, this kind of thing…!”
“What’s strange?”
“I, I… with my younger brother… with you… this, thing! Ahhuk!”
Each time he stimulated that place where I couldn’t tell if it tickled or ached, my reason gradually became hazily diluted.
Panting breaths and moans I couldn’t believe were mine flowed out of my mouth on their own.
“It’s not strange at all. It’s just rehabilitation exercise.”
In contrast, Baek Seolheon continued speaking calmly without even disturbing his breath.
“Think of it as a treatment process to alleviate your abnormal constitution, hyung.”
“Huh, hauk, uht!”
“You need this, hyung. So.”
He left feather-light kisses on my cheeks smeared with tears and bodily fluids.
“It’s not strange at all.”
…Sweet voice and kind comfort.
How many times have I fallen for that now.
“Now, here. I’ll press a bit harder.”
“Ah, ahh!”
“I know it’s a sensitive spot. I’m sorry. But it’s necessary.”
And so, once again.
Led by my younger brother,
I’ll fall into the deep, dark, damp, and humid swamp.
“You came a lot. Good job.”
“Ah, no more… I can’t…”
“It’s still not enough.”
Even though I know, I absolutely can’t stop it.
“You need to learn to endure like an adult.”
How can a mere human stop the rushing tsunami.
“Hyung.”
Again, pheromones were poured abundantly into the deepest place.
Through my blurring vision, I saw a face smiling prettily.
‘Damn pheromones…’
Right before losing consciousness,
I shed tears inwardly
And shouted toward the world today as well.
‘Damn omegaverse world—!’
## 1. Damn Omegaverse World
“Haah, this insufferable debt. Won’t someone take it away?”
That day too, I was working a package loading and unloading part-time job.
Recently, the package volume had exploded, so I worked until my back was breaking, and was running like crazy down the sidewalk to not be late for my next part-time job.
“Huh?”
Suddenly my vision went dark and I slammed my head into the pavement.
When I opened my eyes.
…I had become a 5-year-old kid.
“Waaah, teacher! Jiyeon took and ate my chocolate!”
“No I didn’t! This is my chocolate!”
“You kids! Fighting again!”
“…”
In the mirror covered in character stickers, a boy I didn’t know at all was blinking.
I was just scratching my head wondering ‘What kind of dream is this?’ while looking around the nursery with peeling wallpaper.
“Are you ‘Lee Gunho’?”
“We finally found you! You can relax now!”
Some handsome and pretty young couple appeared and hugged me with tear-stained faces.
Dragged along with both hands held by the couple, I eventually arrived at an ultra-luxurious apartment overlooking the Han River and Seoul Forest.
“From today, you’re ‘Baek Gunho’!”
“Welcome to our home, Gunho!”
Pop, pop!
Toward the two people who suddenly set off firecrackers and thrust a three-tier cake in front of me, I struggled to open my mouth.
“…Was I adopted?”
“Yes! From today, Gunho, you’re our son!”
That’s when I realized.
I, who had worked myself to death, had finally died.
And.
‘Thank you God Jesus Buddha Zeus!’
The deity who took pity on this gave me a second life!
Hallelujah!
* * *
Unlike my previous life as a complete orphan sitting on a pile of debt, my second round of life was extremely comfortable.
“Gunho, is there anything you want to eat?”
“Anything you want to have?”
“Is there anything you want to do?”
The wealthy adoptive parents were nothing but devoted.
I put a gold powder dessert worth hundreds of thousands of won that I’d only encountered on YouTube in my previous life into my mouth in one big bite, displayed a limited edition block toy collection that was far too expensive for a 5-year-old child to have all over my room that was over 20 pyeong, and even enjoyed a 7 nights 8 days hotel vacation at a 5-star hotel penthouse where famous actors frequently stayed!
‘I just mentioned it once as a joke, and they’re actually doing all of this?’
Even as an adopted family, to treat someone else’s child with not a drop of shared blood this well. At this point, I wondered if this couple had some ulterior motive with me, so I asked subtly.
“Why are you treating me so well? I’m not your biological child.”
But suddenly this couple. Suddenly… started bursting into tears?
“Sob! I’m sorry, Gunho! I haven’t earned enough trust to be called mom yet!”
“Yeonhui noona. Gunho just isn’t used to it yet. Having a new family…”
“No, honey! It’s because I’m an inadequate mother!”
“No, I’m the inadequate father…!”
“Waaah!”
Then the two of them clung to each other and wailed.
‘Wh-what kind of situation is this.’
A moment later, Baek Yeonhui… that is, my adoptive mother, cooled her reddened eyes with an ice pack her adoptive father brought and faced me.
“Whew, it seems the time has come to tell you. Listen without being surprised.”
After a pause, what she told me was as follows:
“You’re the son of an employee who worked for our Baek family.”
Adoptive mother Baek Yeonhui carefully unfolded the story, choosing words that would be easy for a young child to understand.
To summarize what she said next…
Baek Yeonhui is a member of ‘Baekil Group’, a leading domestic conglomerate. (She seems to have quite a high position, being the second of the CEO’s 2 sons and 2 daughters.)
At the main house where Baek Yeonhui lived as a child, there was a cleaner… a young live-in housekeeper named ‘Lee Jiyoung’.
Lee Jiyoung was like a real older sister who took care of Baek Yeonhui with utmost devotion, and also a benefactor.
Lee Jiyoung had a child she gave birth to alone, but it’s said she was so overwhelmed just managing her debts that she had to send the child to a nursery.
That was me. ‘Lee Gunho’.
No wonder I took my mother’s surname. So there’s still matriarchal society or adopted son-in-law stuff these days. I was inwardly amazed at Korean society being more progressive than I thought.
“Shortly after we got married, Jiyoung unnie was hospitalized with pancreatic cancer and… begged us to take care of you, Gunho… left that request, and then… to heaven, to heaven… sob!”
“Yeonhui noona. Don’t push yourself.”
“No, this is something I must tell Gunho myself…”
My adoptive mother, breathing deeply with “hah, hah,” smiled painfully.
“Jaeseo… my husband and I didn’t have children for a long time… But, to us like that, you appeared like an angel.”
To think there was such a tragic story.
“I’m an inadequate mother, but could you please become family with us?”
To this, I answered:
“Yes, mother.”
“Gu-Gunhooo!”
Having lived a life full of betrayal, fraud, and lies, I know.
That there wasn’t a single lie mixed in her tears.
And that it wouldn’t matter at all even if it were a lie!
“We’re sorry for being inadequate parents!”
Inadequate parents? What are you talking about?
You’re already excellent tier-1 parents! Both in heart and in wealth!
“Sob sob sob!”
Now all three of us clung together and shed tears of joy.
The two spouses celebrating the birth of a new family.
And me celebrating a new life!
…However.
This joy
Didn’t even last a full year.
* * *
Two months later.
The unobstructed Seoul scenery outside the high-rise apartment window was completely white.
December 24th. It was a white Christmas Eve.
“Happy sixth birthday, Gunho!”
“This is the birthday present we prepared for you!”
Apparently my birthday in this life was the day before Christmas.
‘A birthday present from my parents…’
It’s something I have no memory of receiving in my previous life.
Even though I’d received countless gifts already, I was newly choked up. After barely composing my emotions, I unwrapped it to find.
“…”
A state-of-the-art computer where just the graphics card and parts would easily exceed a million won at a glance.
An expensive racing wheel game machine that car racing gamers go crazy for.
The tears that almost came out from the excessive gift as always completely retracted.
“Gunho was watching the circuit championship broadcast intently before! So I made up my mind and got it!”
“Father…”
“Well well, it seems Gunho is moved by father’s sincerity?”
“No, that’s not it. I don’t think I can use this because I’m not tall enough yet.”
“Wh-what?!”
The racing wheel is a kind of large game machine that recreates an actual driver’s seat, and naturally the seat was too big for a 6-year-old kid to sit in.
‘They should have just bought a kids’ toy car. Really ridiculous people.’
So in the end, one gift went straight to my room and the other to storage.
Leaving behind the depressed adoptive father, my adoptive mother who had brought warm hot cocoa sat down gently beside me.
“Gunho. Actually. In just one week, it’s my birthday?”
“Oh, mother’s birthday is right after?”
“My, you even know the word birthday. You’re so smart like your unnie, really.”
My adoptive mother pinched my cheeks gently as if I was too cute for words.
Then, unlike before, she continued speaking with a tense face.
“At that time, there’s one gift I really want to receive from you, Gunho.”
“Just say the word. I’ll get you anything!”
For reference, as for my bank account balance, it’s exactly 20 times the highest amount I ever had in my previous life. I saved every bit of the monthly allowance my adoptive parents gave me and accumulated this much. Honestly, sometimes I felt reality hit me, but anyway, what’s good is good.
‘Let’s just enjoy it. Living without any lack under wealthy conglomerate parents, becoming a perfect three-person family like something out of a picture!’
That was the goal of this second round of life.
“Gunho. What I want isn’t an object.”
Right then, my adoptive mother smiled warmly and requested an unexpected gift.
“Would you gift a name to your younger sibling who will be born next year?”
“What?”
