I Became the Omega in a Game - Chapter 10

A faint moan pierced the quiet, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. For a moment, she hesitated, her steps faltering before instinctively heading toward the source of the sound.

It didn’t take long to locate the noise. It was coming from a guest room not far from the Diamond Room. Peering through the narrow crack of the door, she tried to get a look inside, but the angle wasn’t quite right. Clicking her tongue in frustration, she was about to pull back when a familiar voice reached her ears, making her eyes go wide.

“Hngh!”

It was none other than Mikhail, the man everyone in the club was desperately looking for.

How was she supposed to interpret this?

‘Could he possibly be… with Idelli’s men?’

Idelli was known for being particular. All her men were Alphas.

In truth, while Alphas and Omegas had a tendency to fall into sexual modes when together, it wasn’t as if mere eye contact would send them into an uncontrollable frenzy. If that were the case, Alpha-Omega societies would have devolved into chaos long ago.

For the most part, Alphas—despite their exceptional abilities—lived their lives much like Betas. They carried on with their daily routines and contributed to society as normal. The main difference was their longer and more frequent sexual encounters compared to Betas. However, during heat cycles, everything changed. Unable to regulate their pheromones, Alphas could find themselves locked in a room for days, sometimes even a week, engaging in non-stop sex until the cycle subsided.

So unless Mikhail had suddenly entered a heat cycle, it was hard to imagine why he’d be having sex with Idelli’s men.

‘Well, he is impulsive and highly sex-driven.’

Elsa, who both admired and envied Mikhail, often made ambiguous comments about him. She’d say things like, “If it weren’t for his loyalty and his impressive physique, there’s no way Janice Borsin would’ve taken him as a lover,” leaving it unclear whether she was mocking or complimenting him.

Riche hesitated, her hand hovering over the doorknob. She already knew where Mikhail was and what he was doing. At least he wasn’t causing the kind of trouble everyone feared.

It would be logical to turn back now and report to the boss and Elsa to ease their worries.

But her curiosity as a researcher of this dimension’s inhabitants kept her rooted in place.

‘So… is he really having sex with another man right now?’

Unlike her original dimension, homosexuality wasn’t uncommon here. The Alpha-Omega dynamic blurred the lines between male and female, naturally leading to the prevalence of same-sex relationships.

Still, Mikhail had always insisted on being with women, which only served to fuel Riche’s curiosity further.

‘So personal convictions really can’t overcome the instincts of Alphas and Omegas, huh.’

Statistics often showed that even those who prided themselves on their rationality ended up following their instincts over 50% of the time. For ordinary people, it was closer to 80%. Hunger, sleep, sexual desire—humans were slaves to these needs. Even knowing it was unwise to eat late at night, people often gave in to their cravings.

And Mikhail was the classic example of someone whose instincts outweighed his reason.

Riche admitted it to herself: she wanted to know. She’d never collected data on sexual interactions between male Alphas and male Omegas before.

‘I want to see it.’

Driven by her desire for rare data, Riche tightened her grip on the doorknob but soon released it with a sigh. As tempting as it was…

‘Even if I miss this chance, there will be others.’

Besides, she didn’t particularly want to witness Mikhail having sex.

Just as she turned away, determined to let it go—

“Aah, so good, Idelli!”

“Haaah!”

What?

In an instant, as though she had never turned away, Riche spun back around and pressed herself against the door.

She nudged it open slightly, creating a wider crack through which she could peek inside. Her eye pressed to the gap, her pupils dilated as the scene unfolded before her.

Sure enough, Mikhail was there, just as she had expected. And as she had imagined, he was pinned beneath someone. But contrary to her assumptions, the one straddling him was not a muscular Alpha.

A round pair of shoulders, a slim waist, and golden hair swaying near the curve of their hips exuded an unmistakable femininity—sensual and strikingly so.

Riche’s mouth fell open.

A delicate figure moved rhythmically atop Mikhail’s broad, muscular body. Her gaze was locked onto the hypnotic motion of that slender waist, twisting with an almost instinctive sensuality.

“Haaah.”

A drawn-out sigh sent shivers down Riche’s spine.

‘It really is Idelli Grace.’

Mikhail groaned with an audible strain, his flushed face glowing bright red. He was panting heavily, exhaling short, sharp breaths, as if on the verge of release. When his massive hand reached for Idelli’s hips, she swatted it away with a sharp slap to the back of his hand. Her action was cold, but her voice dripped with sweetness.

“Where do you think you’re touching?”

“…Hngh!”

“Do you want to come, big boy?”

‘Big boy?’

Riche blinked in confusion at the oddly affectionate nickname, which seemed out of place given Mikhail’s towering, muscular physique.

“You said you loved Janice so much that you couldn’t even look at me, didn’t you? You had the audacity to say that, and yet here you are, your cock desperate to come.”

“Ahhh!”

Idelli Grace let out a soft moan as she gave a teasing twist of her hips. But her moan was nothing compared to Mikhail’s. Veins bulged on his forehead, visibly throbbing with tension.

Riche, who had been momentarily stunned by the sight, quickly snapped herself out of it.

‘Why would Mikhail, who dislikes Idelli, be having sex with her?’

An intriguing curiosity began to swell within her.

‘So Omegas can have sex with each other, too.’

A satisfied smile curved across her lips as she relished the discovery of new research data.

In general, Alpha-Omega relationships were most common, making pairings between individuals of the same trait quite rare. There wasn’t enough data to make precise comparisons yet, but judging from the situation, it seemed roughly comparable to the rate of same-sex relationships in her original dimension.

Alphas, in particular, were known for their dominant and leading tendencies, making sexual relationships between Alphas exceptionally rare. Omegas weren’t as uncommon in this regard, but it still wasn’t something one encountered often.

‘Would sex between Omegas be any different from that between Betas?’

Questions swirled in her mind: How would reproduction occur in a pairing between Omegas? What role did their pheromones play in sexual interactions? Her curiosity was boundless.

While Riche was consumed by these questions, the scene inside the room grew more heated.

“Haaah!”

A rich, resonant moan sent a shiver down her spine. Idelli’s lithe waist was swiveling in a sensual, rhythmic motion, her hair swaying in sync with the movement. The sight was utterly erotic.

Riche found herself drawn in by the technicality of Idelli’s hip movements, the sultry atmosphere, and the alluring sounds filling the room.

“Hngh, ahhh!”

Mikhail let out a desperate moan, as though he were on the verge of passing out.

This time, Riche was shocked in a way entirely different from her earlier realization about the Omega pairing.

Something about it felt unlike any sex she had ever experienced herself. The very air seemed heavier, its density making her instinctively hold her breath. Her hands tingled for no reason at all. At the center of it all was Idelli Grace.

Idelli, perched above Mikhail, gripped his soft, rounded chest firmly, her hips slamming downward with rhythmic force. Her slender fingers flicked one of Mikhail’s tiny nipples with precision.

“I like your body. It’s cute, and you’re so responsive.”
Idelli’s languid voice, laced with heat, was as alluring as a rose hiding thorns. Mikhail’s gaze trembled violently, like a ship battered by a storm.

“So this is why Janice Borsin took you as her lover. Oh, look at those eyes. Still so defiant, aren’t they?”

Idelli chuckled, mocking him. Her tone suggested: “Even while you’re groaning under me?”

Blushing deeply, Mikhail shouted, “Do you think you’ll get away with doing this to me?”

His voice, however, quivered pitifully, betraying his bravado. The veins on his neck bulged, throbbing with tension—a rather unsightly display in his state of arousal.

Idelli licked her lips with a flick of her tongue.
“I’ve known for a while that you’re Janice’s Omega. But to think that’s what she chose after rejecting my advances… disappointing.”

“She just doesn’t like fragile little bodies like yours,” Mikhail retorted, puffing up his chest with pride as if being chosen by Janice were the greatest accomplishment of his life.

To Riche, it was a glaring contradiction. His lips sang of love and devotion to his mistress, yet his cock was buried inside the woman he often derided as vulgar.

‘I thought people said he had loyalty despite his temper. But I guess that loyalty doesn’t extend to his lower half.’

Idelli Grace seemed to have picked up on the same contradiction, ridiculing him with a sly smile.
“So you love Janice that much? I mean, you even had the audacity to demand I not insult her in front of you, didn’t you? How noble. But whether Normald chooses Janice as his master or not, that’s entirely up to him. It has nothing to do with what I whisper to him.”

“I saw everything! You’ve been sowing discord between Lord Normald and Lady Janice! I’ve always known you were wicked, but—hngh!”

Idelli must have done something because Mikhail suddenly broke off mid-sentence. His toes curled as a tremor ran through him.

“Oh my, for someone who’s so in love with Janice, why are you holding onto my hips like your life depends on it?”

Startled, Mikhail stared at his hands. He was gripping Idelli’s delicate waist with such force that it looked like he might break her in half. Realizing this, he let go in a fluster, his awkward reaction drawing loud, hearty laughter from Idelli. Her laughter was deeply sensual, filled with unrestrained amusement.

“Stop mocking me!” Mikhail shouted, but the moment Idelli started moving her hips again, he let out another groan.

Clack.

Riche quietly shut the door. Her expression was inscrutable. It felt as though she had just witnessed instinct completely overpower reason—and crush it beneath its weight.

Mikhail truly did love Janice Borsin, his lover and the mistress of his soul. Every employee at the club knew about the heartfelt love letters he wrote to her daily, filled with fervent declarations of his devotion. The impulsive man had shown a surprising amount of care and deliberation in crafting each letter, spending considerable time choosing even a single word.

Yet, the Mikhail she had just seen was—

‘Closer to a beast.’

And Idelli Grace, who had managed to seduce someone like him—even though he was an Omega—how potent was her allure?

For a moment, Riche found herself curious about the prince who continued to resist such a woman.

‘But it won’t last long. There’s never been a man Idelli Grace set her sights on who didn’t eventually end up in her bed. The Crown Prince will likely walk into her arms soon enough.’

Riche had thought Elsa’s words about Idelli were exaggerated, but after today, it didn’t seem so far-fetched after all.

Walking down the quiet hallway, Riche’s mind was a tangled mess.
In the realm of reason, a red light of temptation had flickered on, and within it lingered the sensual image of Idelli, her hips moving with seductive precision.

When she descended to the first floor, Elsa was waiting for her.
“Mikhail wasn’t upstairs. Maybe he just went off somewhere for fun?”

Riche decided to bury what she had seen deep in the darkness.

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