I Became the Omega in a Game - Chapter 20 (M)

“Ah, it hurts… Ugh.”

“H-heuk, s-spare me… Guh!”

Moans, reminiscent of the cries of the dead, emanated from every corner. The stench of soldiers’ charred flesh, the remnants of unquenched flames, mixed with the sweat, blood, and dirt, lingered heavily in the air. Yet to the soldiers combing through the battlefield after the fighting had ceased, the smell was as familiar as the scent of bread at dinnertime.

The soldiers methodically thrust their swords into the bodies of fallen enemies, making certain of their deaths.

Thud!
“Ugh!”

A dying enemy soldier, hidden beneath the corpses, let out his final cry. The soldiers dragging their allies’ bodies flinched and looked up in surprise.

“General!”

“Hey, you fools! Can’t you even tell when one of these bastards is still alive?!”

A thunderous shout snapped the soldiers back to their senses. The man who had removed his helmet and wiped the sweat trickling down his forehead was Hammond, the centurion of the Crimson Falcon battalion. His face bore the weariness of the long battle.

“Phew. This ordeal is almost over. General, where do you plan to rest afterward?”

His gaze turned to Kairos, the commander of this conquest of Evelyn City and the leader of the Crimson Falcons.

Kairos sheathed his sword, which had once gleamed silver but was now stained with blood, its sharp edge dulled. His weapon alone attested to how many necks he had severed. Removing his blood-soaked black gloves, he wiped his face. The blood splattered on his cheeks smeared down to his chin in a long streak.

The crimson eyes, darker than the blood of the fallen, and his blood-smeared, bronzed face gave him the appearance of a specter haunting the battlefield. Yet, to those who made a living by the sword, Kairos was revered as a god.

Hammond regarded his fearsome countenance with equal parts awe and admiration.

“It’s all thanks to you that we ended this battle so quickly, General. If only those anti-war cowards in the imperial palace had seen those feeble Evelyn rats fleeing!”

Hammond laughed heartily, his earlier exhaustion seemingly forgotten. The other knights joined in with remarks of their own.

“Those idiots never have anything worthwhile to say. They claimed this conquest would take at least two months, but we wrapped it up in half the time!”

“To spite them, I gritted my teeth and killed two for every one I took down.”

“Hah, General, you’re being modest… it was four, not two!”

Guffaws of laughter echoed through the field.

“His Highness, the Crown Prince, will be most pleased.”

“Let’s just wrap this up quickly.”

Kairos smirked faintly, trying to bring the conversation to a close. But the generals exchanged knowing glances and turned mischievous eyes toward him.

“General, I’m not sure if it’s just me, but you seem to be in more of a rush than usual today. Could it be…?”

As they bantered, the tension melted away, and a sly grin crept onto Hammond’s face.

“Is that why…?”

“Is it because of Evelyn’s Omegas?”

Hammond, a Beta, only understood the dynamics between Alphas and Omegas on a theoretical level, but he was well aware that his superior, Kairos, only sought out Omegas.

On the battlefield, where humanity disappears and morality fades, soldiers often experience a shift from bloodlust to sexual desire. In such situations, it didn’t matter if it was Alpha, Omega, or Beta—any body with a hole to use would suffice. Yet Kairos never touched anyone who wasn’t an Omega. Some soldiers muttered that he was a sexual purist, but compared to his legendary achievements, such talk amounted to nothing.

While others released the thrill of battle through women, Kairos would calmly tend to his sword, a sight that never failed to draw attention. Some even speculated about him—wondering if he was indifferent to women or perhaps a sodomite—but his men knew all too well about his vigorous sexual appetite. Kairos simply saved all his pent-up energy from the battlefield for the sophisticated women of the capital. Still, everyone agreed that his almost obsessive cleanliness seemed out of place amidst the blood and brutality of war.

“The lord of Evelyn will probably offer up the prettiest Omega when we summon him.”
“That idiot lord sure knows how to hand over women quickly. He was so defiant before the battle, but now he’s so subdued he looks like a gelded beast. Hah!”
“Well, it wasn’t just a loss—it was a total defeat. How could he stand tall after that? If I were him, I’d be too ashamed to even piss properly.”
“Anyway, General, we should go. I’m sure Evelyn’s people would be far happier to see you than us. I wonder if there’s even an Alpha-Omega exclusive brothel this far out in the provinces.”

Kairos silently gazed at the blood-soaked ground littered with corpses. His indifferent eyes swept over the barren battlefield until they stopped on a body with long, flowing black hair.

Evelyn was a neighboring kingdom, separated from Doblak by a single hill. It was smaller than Doblak, but far more culturally advanced. Their people—petite builds, black hair, and pale skin—were often the subject of crude soldierly banter, as they joked that Evelyn women were perfect for a quick romp. But Kairos, looking at them, was reminded of someone else.

A club hostess from two months ago. Despite being a recessive Omega, she had made him lose control of himself. Her hair, too, had been as black as the women of Evelyn.

The thought of her, sparked by the sight of a dead body, unsettled him. Kairos frowned, frustrated with himself.

Hammond was right—he had swung his sword more quickly than usual, eager to finish this task. He wanted to leave this place and return. He had thought he was tired of war, but perhaps it wasn’t that simple.

Realizing his mind was already back in Doblak—at that trivial Alpha-Omega club, no less—Kairos let out a bitter smile. Was this what it meant to develop a fondness for someone?

Never before had a woman preoccupied him to the point that his mission took second priority.

The unfamiliar feeling was strange, yet not entirely unpleasant. It felt natural, so much so that he didn’t even sense the foreignness of it. Wanting to see her again didn’t seem strange at all. It felt… inevitable.

“General, what are you thinking so deeply about?”

Noticing that Kairos was unresponsive to their crude banter and simply standing still, one of his men tilted his head in confusion.

Kairos, his expression quickly returning to its usual stoicism, finally spoke.
“Once the negotiations with the enemy commander are finalized tomorrow, is our work here done?”

“Yes, sir. Just thinking about relaxing at the mayor’s castle makes my body itch with excitement. They say Evelyn women are very beautiful.”

While his men grew increasingly excited, Kairos doused their enthusiasm with an icy calm.
“Then I suppose I’ll be leaving.”

“What? What do you mean by that, sir?”

“The negotiations are the chancellor’s responsibility, so there’s no need for me to stay here any longer.”

“Well, that’s true… but still, the battle just ended. Don’t you need to unwind?”

For soldiers who had just concluded a grueling war, the most important things were alcohol, hearty food, and women. Failing to release pent-up desires often led to soldiers disobeying orders or causing incidents, and this unwritten rule applied to generals as well.

The knights’ eyes widened in disbelief—Kairos, more entitled than anyone else to enjoy such rewards, was simply going to leave?

“Let them enjoy themselves. I’ll return to the capital ahead of you.”

“Are you serious?”

Kairos nodded, a subtle yet peculiar smile tugging at the corner of his lips. It wasn’t the kind of smile one wore for a celebratory banquet—it was something else entirely.

“I can’t wait any longer.”

I need to see that small face again.

* * *

At the very moment Kairos Strigo was concluding the conquest of Evelyn under orders from the Crown Prince, his Riche was being targeted by a philanderer.

The Queen Club preferred private furniture arrangements to suit its patrons’ tastes. Tables were spaced far apart, and partitions were placed here and there, allowing customers the freedom to indulge in playful caresses or whisper obscene sweet nothings while enjoying their privacy.

In a dimly lit corner on the first floor of the club sat a young man with his hat pulled low over his face. His white-sleeved brown waistcoat was impeccably clean but dull in color, making him inconspicuous. He wore a similarly dark wide langue de bœuf coat over black culottes, and the muted tones made him appear almost like a shadow blending into the darkness. This impression was heightened by the lack of light in his corner of the room.

Anyone with a keen eye would recognize that his clothes were far too fine for a farmer or a lowly merchant. His broad shoulders and imposing frame added to the impression of someone far from ordinary. Yet with his face obscured by the wide-brimmed hat and his inexpensive red rum—the cheapest drink Queen offered—most people dismissed him as a rustic merchant visiting the club.

The man tilted his head slightly as he gulped the rum from a beer-stein-sized mug. Beneath the shadow of his hat, red eyes gleamed faintly. Though clouded with an edge of weariness, those crimson irises burned with a fiery intensity that belied his drab appearance.

His gaze was fixed on a female bartender shaking a cocktail mixer behind the bar. She had a pale face, an impassive expression, and yet, her smile carried a soft kindness. When she uncapped the shaker and poured a crystal-clear, sky-blue cocktail into a glass, she handed it to a waiting customer. That’s when the man, who had been watching her every move, broke into a wide, radiant smile.

The other man receiving the cocktail, however, was quite the contrast—he wore an elaborate robe embroidered with flamboyant flames over a shirt buttoned all the way up. Someone passing behind him wrinkled their nose. The man, a peacock flaunting his wealth, reeked of perfume strong enough to announce his presence. This was common among the Betas frequenting the club, substituting pheromones they couldn’t produce with an overuse of cologne.

As he sipped the cocktail, the peacock showered the bartender with flattery, his posture and tone resembling a man throwing everything he had into seducing a beautiful woman for the night. The red-eyed man smirked in disdain at the absurd display, but when the bartender smiled and responded, even to the shallowest of remarks, his expression twisted with bitterness.

“Has he lost his mind…?”

Raymond’s voice darkened ominously. Disguised as a servant to enter Queen, he had come here with the playful intention of observing Riche at work. He had expected to see her “living a quiet, hardworking life”—but instead, he had spent the entire time watching men shamelessly hit on her. His expression grew darker with each passing moment.

The Alpha patrons seemed disinterested in her, assuming she was a Beta. Watching this, Raymond had smugly thought to himself, Of course, I’m the only significant one in her life. Yet to his chagrin, Betas who lacked pheromones swarmed around her like bees to a flower—or worse, flies.

Raymond didn’t need to hear the peacock’s words to know what nonsense was being spouted. Compliments, head to toe—he would know because they were the same tricks he himself often used. That much he could tolerate. But then the man grabbed Riche’s wrist, and though she lightly shook him off with a smile, Raymond’s hair stood on end.

The Omega he’d taken such a liking to—his Riche—was standing there, radiating her charm in front of another man.

Blood boiling, Raymond drained the rest of his drink in one gulp and rose from his seat.

He quietly summoned the manager and informed him that the “master” had requested Riche. When Raymond provided one of the many aliases he often used, the manager, thinking a wealthy Beta client had taken a strong liking to Riche, didn’t question it and promptly reserved a room.

Raymond entered the room first and waited for Riche to arrive. The moment the door opened, he grabbed her and stripped her clothes off, almost tearing them in the process. Without exchanging more than a few words, he released his pheromones to arouse her, holding her tightly in his arms.

From the very start, their coupling was intense. Lacking his stamina, Riche eventually melted into his embrace, her body going limp and compliant. Satisfied, Raymond held her soft, delicate body close over and over again, his earlier anger dissipating and his movements turning sweet and tender.

An hour later, Riche was still tangled up with Raymond, their bodies slick and intertwined.

“Haah, ngh!”

Raymond’s lower abdomen tensed tightly as he gripped Riche’s plump buttocks firmly. Her lower half, having already reached climax multiple times, was drenched as if soaked in water.

“Kh…!”

Raymond, who had ejaculated liquid semen into Riche, hugged Riche’s body tightly instead of pulling out his penis. Riche was exhausted, but she was interested in the conversation with Raymond that had just begun, and her lips twitched.

“So…When did you manifest as an Alpha?”

“Around twelve.”

Raymond replied in a languid voice, resting his chest against Riche’s back and kissing her cute round ears. Unlike him who enjoyed the afterlife, Riche, who enjoyed everything and was satisfied, found his touch a little annoying. Still, she endured it without pushing him away. The sex was over, but there was still work to be done.

“Usually, you know you’re an Alpha when you’re born?”

Raymond replied while rubbing his chest.

“Usually.”

“… … .”

“In my case, my older brother was such a strong Alpha that I manifested late.”

“Does that have anything to do with it?”

“It exists, all right. My nature was completely suppressed by my brother. Damn it, the problem started from birth.”

At any other time, mentioning his brother would have made him irritable, but perhaps due to his satisfaction after their intimacy, Raymond spoke calmly, almost casually, as he revealed the roots of his inferiority complex.

Noticing this, Riche internally rejoiced. ‘This is my chance.’

“That must have been difficult,” she said softly.

“Don’t say such embarrassing things… My parents thought I was some kind of freak. They never looked at me until the day they died, convinced I was a Beta. My father even suspected my mother had cheated on him, right up until his death.”

It was a heavier story than Riche had expected.

“Funnily enough, it was at my parents’ funeral that my pheromones finally surfaced.”

“What caused it to happen all of a sudden?”

“Who knows. Maybe it was because my brother was often away dealing with matters of succession. Without his pheromones suppressing me, my own finally emerged. What a disgustingly inferior body…”

Raymond’s voice grew quieter and more subdued. He pressed his lips to the nape of Riche’s neck and muttered something unintelligible. Judging from the movement of his lips, it seemed like he was saying, “But I’m the one who discovered how lewd your body is.”

Any sympathy Riche had felt for him evaporated instantly. What a lunatic.

She decided not to pursue the topic any further. Digging deeper into this would likely be detrimental to Raymond’s mental health, and maintaining the subject’s stability was crucial for ongoing research.

“When did you first notice Omega pheromones, then? After your Alpha pheromones surfaced?”

Raymond replied offhandedly.

“I suppose so. That’s when Idelli started looking like a woman to me.”

“…”

“…”

“Ah, I see,” Riche said with feigned nonchalance.