I Became the Omega in a Game - Chapter 17

“What are you talking about….”

Raymond chuckled, a low and taunting sound. The earlier edge of anxiety had vanished, replaced by a more confident, sinister calm. Riche felt even more unsettled by the change in his demeanor.

“Then why did you lie about being a Beta? In a place like this, being an Omega would work in your favor, wouldn’t it? The pay is much better too, I’m sure.”

“…….”

“Keeping your lips shut like that—that’s sexy too.”

Raymond exhaled a hot breath, clearly savoring the sight of her struggling. Her body’s reaction to his pheromones was plain to see. Riche’s eyes darted in discomfort.

“…It’s to avoid trouble.”

“…….”

“Yes, I’ve… had bad experiences before.”

“Well, aren’t you quick with the answers?”

It didn’t matter what she said—he was prepared to dismiss it all as lies. Riche furrowed her brows.

Then Raymond reached into his coat, pulling something out. It was a butterfly-shaped mask.

‘No way…?’

There’s no way. She had thrown that mask into the trash that very night.

But soon, Riche realized that while the mask Raymond held was similar, it was not the same one. Raymond brought the mask close to her face. She turned her head away, but his grip was swift and firm.

Raymond grabbed her chin, holding it in place as he slowly pressed the mask against her face. The soft touch of the silk lining grazed her skin, and Riche instinctively shut her eyes.

“Open your eyes.”

There’s no other choice….

It felt like walking straight into a pit she knew was there, willingly stepping into disaster. Riche opened her eyes. Through the mask’s narrow eye holes, she looked at Raymond. His gaze was unmistakable—burning with excitement, lust, anger, and a twisted joy all at once.

“…It’s exactly the same.”

Raymond’s face contorted, his emotions boiling to the surface. The pheromones radiating from him grew thick, oppressive. It filled the air like heavy smoke, and Riche instinctively gasped for breath.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been looking for you?”

“You’re mistak—”

A strong hand squeezed her chin, cutting her off.

“Lie to me again, and I swear I’ll rip you open with my dick. I’ll leave you ruined. Want that? Huh?”

The murderous glint in his eyes stole her words. Earlier, she’d wondered if he was insane—now she was sure of it.

The butterfly mask tumbled to the ground. Raymond crushed it underfoot, grinding it into the floor. His glare pinned Riche where she stood, as though she were the one being trampled beneath his heel.

“I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve gotten off just thinking about you.”

“…Excuse me, sir—”

“Call me Raymond.”

‘The brothers really are the same.’

For the first time in a long while, Riche found herself at a loss. Her usually sharp mind was blank. No solutions. No escape routes. Nothing.

Raymond tilted his head as she failed to hide her discomfiture. Riche was left with no choice but to look at him. At least his face was handsome. It was quite a good-looking face, complemented by his thick, red curls. However, his glistening eyes were no different from a lunatic’s. She wanted nothing to do with him.

“Don’t want to do it with me?”

Before she could answer, he released his pheromones. His determination not to hear a rejection was obvious.

If that was the case, then why even ask? Like a madman, his behavior matched his crazed demeanor.

Failing to suppress her own pheromones, Riche helplessly watched as hers eagerly welcomed his, rushing forward like a greeting. She could feel her body, flushed with heat, open up completely.

Her body interpreted his seductive pheromones as the precursor to sex, releasing peach-scented pheromones in response, while her chest swelled. Between her legs, fluids were already gushing out to prepare for the act, soaking her underwear embarrassingly.

Riche let out a soft sigh. Even her regular breathing was now filled with a sweet fragrance. It wasn’t something Raymond could fail to notice.

His gaze darkened, turning an intense black. Unlike his vulgar tone, his hand moved tenderly, grazing her neck. He observed her reaction as she hunched her shoulders and then decisively spoke.

“I have to sleep with you tonight.”

“Ugh…”

He sucked on her neck. She ought to feel disgusted, but instead, she was aroused. Perhaps her body remembered the pleasure of having been with him once before, and now it craved even greater stimulation. It was a completely new reaction, leaving her somewhat bewildered.

Raymond’s lips moved up to her earlobe, sucking insistently as if urging her on. The wet, sticky sound made her head spin.

…There was no way around it. Riche arrived at a half-resigned conclusion.

At this point, getting rid of Raymond would be impossible unless she erased his memory.

Besides, truth be told, she was a little curious. She had discovered the pleasure of sex only after coming here. It was an intense kind of satisfaction she hadn’t experienced in decades, and now she wanted to savor more of it.

“Instead.”

“Instead?”

Raymond echoed her words in a languid voice. A bundle of pheromones. Riche fixed her gaze straight ahead, determined not to get swept up in his sensual eyes. Thanks to that, her voice came out clear and sharp, in contrast to her gradually heating body.

“I have a condition.”

“A condition?”

Raymond blinked.

“Keep it a secret.”

“…A secret? That you’re an omega?”

“That, and also our… relationship.”

“You want me to keep it a secret that we slept together?”

Raymond tilted his head as if to say, Why would I do that? Riche suddenly felt disgusted with him. Had he forgotten who might be around him? That reaction told her everything. It was clear that Raymond cared nothing for the women he’d been with. And no doubt, a few of them had ended up in miserable situations.

Riche, recalling the terrifyingly beautiful, platinum-blonde dominant omega, spoke calmly.

“Because it’s scary.”

Raymond’s head tilted slowly, as though demanding an explanation. In doing so, his hair brushed against her shoulder. He stayed there and then, with a slight flick of his tongue, licked the tender skin just below her ear.

Startled by the sexual tension radiating from him, Riche jumped.

“You’re sensitive,” he remarked.

Feeling somewhat embarrassed, Riche bit down on the inside of her cheek. This was all because she’d transformed into an omega.

Raymond toyed with a strand of her hair.

“Are you talking about Idelli?”

He smiled lazily, as if saying, Is that all?

“She does have a nasty personality. But I’d be fine. Is this because I kissed her that one time?”

“…”

“Don’t worry. I might have been playing around with some petting, but I’ve never actually slept with her.”

Feeling like a naïve country girl falling for a playboy, Riche’s emotions turned complicated.

She glanced at Raymond, who was coaxing her with a sweet demeanor, and replied.

“…Still.”

“Well, fine. It’s not that hard to keep my mouth shut.”

Raymond’s hand reached behind Riche’s back. Click. The door locked. Startled, she stiffened as he pulled her tightly into his embrace.

“Listen. I’ll keep your little secret safe…”

His large hand wandered over her collarbone and chest.

“…so let me taste your body.”

He flicked out his tongue, licking his lips, and inhaled her scent deeply. It was just the scent of her hair, yet it seemed to excite him even more.

“This is nice, but come to think of it, I’m pissed off. You little bitch, lying to me like that.”

His tone suddenly shifted, cursing under his breath. Riche froze, fearing that this lunatic might hit her next. All she wanted was to satisfy this tingling pleasure, not to engage in any twisted behavior.

“You have no idea… how much I’ve held back.”

The bulge in his trousers rubbed against the soft flesh of her stomach.

“I can’t hold back anymore.”

He pressed his lips firmly to hers. The hot tongue tangled deeply with her own.

She felt like a butterfly trapped in a spider’s web. Was it a mistake to have provoked this man? As his tongue suckled on hers, Riche’s body quivered faintly. Pleasure quickly overtook her, consuming her completely, and the ominous feeling of unease faded far into the background.

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