I Became the Omega in a Game - Chapter 19 (M)

Thrust, thrust!

As he slammed his hips upward, Raymond kept slapping her bouncing breasts with his hands.

“Ahhng!”

The stinging pain began to change in nature. Her body, now a complete erogenous zone, started to accept even the pain as pleasure.

I’m… I’m going crazy…

Tears welled in Riche’s eyes as she arched her hips. At the same time, Raymond thrust downward, driving himself into her. The motion of her lifting her hips and him slamming down aligned perfectly—pure coincidence. But the result of that coincidence was immense.

When the head of his shaft struck the exact spot where she felt pleasure, Riche’s vision went hazy.

“Haahk! Haaaang!”

Her piercing moans sent a shiver through him, turning the tips of Raymond’s ears red. Biting his lip hard, he brought his hand down on her breasts again.

Smack!

Smack!

He slapped her breasts repeatedly, the tender flesh turning a flushed red.

Raymond grabbed her now reddened, jiggling breasts roughly with his hands. The friction against her sore skin sent a sting of pain through her, and Riche let out a cry that was half a moan, half a whimper.

“Hngh, it hurts—it hurts!”

“Your damn tits—ugh, they keep bouncing, it’s driving me crazy. Damn it!”

Gripping Riche’s reddened breasts tightly with both hands, Raymond thrust into her roughly. His repeated strikes against the spot that sent her over the edge made Riche’s vision blur to white.

“Aaahng!”

As she reached her climax, clear fluid gushed from her sex. At the same time, Raymond buried the head of his shaft deep into her, his body tensing up. The grooves between the muscles of his abdomen became pronounced as his waist trembled faintly. Her entrance continued to drip with fluids.

Raymond lay atop her, breathing heavily. Then, pulling Riche into his arms, he rolled over so they lay side by side. He held her shoulder and lightly flicked her pert, pink nipple with his fingers.

“Ah, ah…”

Riche’s overly sensitive body trembled again, and Raymond snickered as he glanced downward.

“You’re still dripping. Did it feel that good?”

Even as she recovered, his words humiliated her. Raymond looked at her glistening, leaking sex with satisfaction, his broad palm lazily caressing her chest now covered in red marks. He muttered languidly,

“Alright. I’ve decided.”

“…”

“You’re going to live with me.”

What is he talking about?

Riche, startled, lifted her head. Her eyes met Raymond’s, who was resting his cheek against her chest. He wore a smile so brazen it left her speechless.

“You turned me into a mess with that slutty body of yours, so there’s no helping it. From now on, you’re not going to let anyone else fuck you except me.”

What kind of childish logic was this? And that wasn’t even the end of it.

“Your body’s far too lewd—it needs some restrictions. Hmm, marriage. That’s the only answer. If we’re married, you won’t be lifting your skirt for just anyone.”

In Doblac, adultery was a grave crime. That law applied even in the promiscuous Alpha-Omega society. Yet, before she could even process that, Riche was so flabbergasted she was at a loss for words. Forget being treated like some cheap harlot—she couldn’t keep up with his absurd reasoning.

“…What about my opinion?”

It was a fair question. But Raymond tilted his head, as if her words were nonsensical.

“You don’t want me?”

The tone of “That can’t be possible” left Riche speechless. How could he be talking about marriage after sleeping together only twice?

The truth was, Riche barely knew Raymond.

What she did know about him was:

1. He was Kairos Strigo’s younger brother and had a deep inferiority complex toward him.
2. He was quite an attractive Alpha.
3. He had a complicated relationship with Idellili Grace, the dominant Omega.

That was it. There was little to no information about Raymond Strigo as a person.

Riche considered marriage merely a social institution, something she didn’t place much value in. Even so, she believed one should at least know the other person’s likes and dislikes before even mentioning marriage.

Raymond, despite having low self-esteem, was a man of considerable pride. And if you took his brother out of the equation, his self-esteem wasn’t all that low—compared to the average person, it was quite high.

As a dominant Alpha with rebellious, decadent good looks, he had no shortage of Omegas trying to seduce him into their beds. While he couldn’t match his brother, his talent with the sword was enough to place him among the most gifted.

As the second son, he wasn’t in line to inherit a title, but the family wealth that came his way was enough to support a household comfortably—at least by commoner standards.

On the other hand, Riche was a club worker, with no job or status worth mentioning. She was a commoner Omega who had only recently manifested as an Omega less than a year ago after living as a Beta.

If not for her pride in her identity as an anthropologist, she would have been just another ordinary Omega, the type who would have been overwhelmed with joy at Raymond’s sudden proposal instead of being baffled by it.

After all, for a club worker, marrying him was like winning the lottery—a rare chance for upward mobility.

But Riche wasn’t just an ordinary Omega. She was someone who had fallen into this dimension by accident, and while she couldn’t yet see a way out, she was determined to return to her original world someday.

Beyond that, there were many reasons why marrying Raymond was an issue.

For starters, Raymond didn’t know she had already been intimate with his brother, Kairos Strigo. If he found out, there would be bloodshed. On top of that, he was the object of Idellili Grace’s obsession. Both situations were a recipe for disaster.

Of course, Riche had no intention of dying a miserable death before she returned to her original dimension. And most importantly, she didn’t feel any deep affection for him. Sure, the sex felt good, but that was it.

“Marriage isn’t something so simple.”

Even in her own world, no one got married just because they had sex once or twice. The same was clearly true here.

“Damn, even your sweat smells good…”

“…Hngh. Just… get off me, hngh.”

“I’ll treat you well if we’re married.”

Slurp, slurp.

Raymond mumbled as he sucked on her nipple. Riche let out a moan but inwardly frowned.

“I don’t need that. Is this situation getting worse?”

Somehow, it felt like her feet were sinking into a puddle she should never have stepped into.