I Became the Omega in a Game - Chapter 33 (M)

Riche flinched at the sight of Laska’s obscene state. A strange feeling stirred within her, leaving behind a lingering afterimage. Somehow, the way he trembled helplessly, unable to move, reminded her of that day—of Mikhail, pinned beneath Idelli, writhing.

Was this how Idelli had felt while tormenting Mikhail?

When it came to sexual matters, Idelli was undoubtedly far more skilled than Riche. Yet, for some reason, she felt as if she could understand her now.

Riche’s voice dropped lower, husky, like it was scraping against the floor—sticking all the more intimately to his ears as she whispered softly.

“I’m curious.”

“Hngh…”

“I wonder what you’ll look like when you’re completely aroused. Right now, you’re holding back impressively well.”

Riche reached out and lightly scraped her fingernail over his pink nipple. Laska’s eyes widened as his shoulders flinched.

Normally, men wouldn’t react so sensitively just from having their nipples touched. But right now, Laska’s skin was completely soaked in Omega pheromones, leaving him in an overstimulated state. It was as if his entire body had become an erogenous zone.

Seeing how sensitive he was, Riche unconsciously ran her red tongue over her lips.

“Laska said otherwise, but… your resistance to pheromones is quite strong. Looking at this…”

Her straightened fingers pressed against his nipple, rolling it, tracing upward from below. Laska trembled, his body twitching with every touch. Watching his reaction intently, Riche murmured,

“A weak-willed Alpha would’ve already pounced on me by now.”

“Y-Yeah… Hngh… A d-divine pheromone is… t-too… alluring, ah…!”

Riche reached out with both hands, now teasing both of Laska’s nipples. She gently rolled them between her thumbs, working the hardened buds until they softened slightly, then pressed her nails in, leaving light indentations. When she soothed them again with affectionate strokes, the tiny buds flushed a deep rosy pink, standing fully erect.

With a serious expression, Riche remarked,

“These look… absolutely delicious.”

She lowered her head and took the tiny, chickpea-like nipple into her mouth. Laska’s eyes widened in shock as he watched her press her lips against his chest.

“W-Wait! Hah, ah…!”

Riche flicked out her tongue, prodding the hardened tip with its pointed tip. As her long hair spilled over her shoulders, she tucked it behind her ear and began to sway her tongue up and down. The nipple grew even stiffer, standing out more prominently.

“They say a woman’s breasts get bigger when you knead them… I wonder if the same applies to a man’s nipples?”

Riche’s curious question left Laska too embarrassed to respond right away. Turning his head away, he mumbled softly,

“I… don’t think that would be the case.”

She licked his nipple once more, and when his body shuddered, she glanced up at him through her lashes, a mischievous smile spreading across her lips.

“Then should we add this to our research topics?”

Tilting her head in a way that was both adorably innocent and undeniably seductive, Riche made Laska swallow hard.

As she leaned forward, supporting herself with a hand on his thigh, she suddenly felt something damp brush against her wrist. Lowering her gaze, she saw it—his flushed, deep pink length twitching, lightly tapping against her skin.

Riche stared at it, unblinking, and Laska shifted his thighs anxiously.

“S-Stop… stop looking.”

Riche glanced at him. His face was red. A face that blatantly revealed that he was not immune to this. She pursed her lips once more and flicked his glans, which was dripping with clear fluid. Laska’s legs trembled as if struck by lightning. His erect penis twitched slightly. Droplets of water dripped rapidly from the thick glans, now a darker shade of pink.

Already the glans was glistening with fluid. Without mercy, Riche flicked her finger once more. With a pop, the splashed Cooper’s fluid trickled down his torso in a long line. Laska cried out paroxysmally as she ran her finger down the shaft of his penis, leaving a trail of marks like a snail’s passage.

“S-Stop, please stop!”

“Why?”

At Riche’s question, Laska only opened and closed his mouth, unable to form a response. Tilting her head, she traced a slow, circular motion over the tip with her index finger. His gaze wavered, and with a strained voice, he confessed,

“…I-I think I’m going to cum. So please, stop.”

Shame flickered plainly in his eyes.

Riche blinked, then suddenly let out a soft chuckle.

“Isn’t it natural to climax when you’re aroused?”

“T-That—w-who would climax from something like this…!”

The idea of deriving pleasure from an act meant for patient research was something Laska couldn’t accept. It was his rigid sense of pride as a healer.

Riche clicked her tongue.

“You put on airs while keeping your cock standing tall like this? You really are quite the conservative, Healer.”

“C-Cock…?!”

As expected, Laska was utterly flustered by her deliberately crude choice of words.

Riche paused to think.

If she used about 70% of her pheromones, most Alphas would find it nearly impossible to suppress their arousal. To avoid suspicion from Idelli Grace while also keeping herself safe, it would be best to maintain it at around 10% in most situations. In exceptional cases—such as with Laska—keeping it between 5–10% would be ideal.

Still, her data lacked precision, leaving a larger margin of error than she preferred.

Glancing at Laska, Riche decided this particular experiment had reached its conclusion.

Now, she needed a different kind of data.

A faint smile curved her lips, a mix of curiosity and purpose gleaming in her eyes.

“I’m starting to wonder about my own resistance to Alpha pheromones.”

Riche spoke with a feigned seriousness as she spread her legs and settled herself onto Laska’s lap.

“May I sit here?”

Laska’s mouth fell open in shock. Flustered, he barely managed to shout—

“T-That’s something you should ask before sitting—ah!”

“Ugh.”

His stiff length was pressed beneath the softness of her dampened thighs. Laska struggled to stifle a groan, his body tensing. Tilting her head, Riche placed both hands on his shoulders, meeting his gaze directly. Her blue eyes shimmered with curiosity.

Her legs were spread wide, causing the skirt of her uniform to curl up to her hips. Laska glanced over at her, his eyes narrowing as her black underwear was revealed, and he tilted his head towards the ceiling. Riche chuckled softly. It was a very un-alpha reaction.

She swayed her hips lightly. She moved rhythmically, mimicking the image of Idelli in her head, and his throbbing cock slapped against her underwear and stomach. A steady stream of clear cooper fluid leaked out. Laska groaned softly.

“Hnn…!”

Riche sniffed the air. The scent of herbal tea—now slightly stronger.

Having endured the overwhelming pheromone assaults from Raymond and Kairos before, she could easily gauge Laska’s current state.

With a gentle tone, she offered him some advice.

“Don’t suppress your pheromones too much.”

“Ah… hngh… p-please…!”

“It’s bad for your body.”

With a thud, his throbbing penis rubbed against the shirt around his stomach. The hem of his shirt was soaked with Cooper’s juices. Laska struggled to find reason. The raised eyebrows were intelligent enough, but the naked body and the pink penis bobbing up and down like a wand were nothing short of promiscuous.

“T-This is… hngh… an incredibly dangerous act. If we keep going, we’ll both lose control and… end up crossing a line. I… I do not engage in relations with colleagues.”

At Laska’s desperate plea, Riche simply smiled and remarked,

“So, up until now, you’ve only ever slept with specific, predetermined partners?”

“T-That’s not the point right now!”

His exasperated expression amused her.

Riche tilted her head, unfazed. His conservative attitude wasn’t particularly unfamiliar to her.

In her original dimension, she had been nearly asexual—rarely experiencing any real pleasure from intimacy.

But things were different here. Pleasure was electrifying, sensations were intoxicating. Pleasure existed to be indulged.

That’s why Laska was so fascinating to Riche. He was born with such a fine Alpha physique, yet he kept suppressing it. Wasn’t that a bit of a waste?

She suddenly recalled clicking her tongue in disdain at Mikhail, who had once abandoned reason and succumbed to instinct with Idelli.

She fell silent.

A year ago, she might have judged him. But now—did she even have the right?

“Riche…?”

At the cautious call, Riche blinked slowly, like a cow.

Laska was watching her, his eyes uncertain. His lips, pressed into a firm line, twitched as a faint smile finally broke through.

Laska and Mikhail were different.

Mikhail’s reason—unlike his muscular frame—was fragile and feeble, quick to crumble beneath the lash of instinct.

Laska’s, however, was stronger than Mikhail’s superficial muscles. Solid. Unyielding.

‘But reason is just a shell for instinct. Once that shell cracks… things will get interesting.’

Curiosity bubbled up inside her, like groundwater seeping through dry earth.

With a dampened sense of anticipation, Riche ran her tongue over her lips once more.

Her pheromones, as if responding to her intent, surged forth like a concentrated mist.

Laska inhaled sharply.

“Your pheromones… are strange.”

“What about them?”

Riche whispered softly, her innocent voice laced with an underlying allure. Laska, his face flushed like a bashful adolescent, stammered in response.

“I-It feels like… pouring oil onto a raging fire.”

“Ahh, so you really can’t hold back? Is your cock throbbing?”

Laska ignored her teasing tone with visible effort, choosing instead to answer seriously.

“A recessive Omega’s pheromones usually adapt to match the dominant pheromones of the Alpha they’ve influenced…”

At his words, Riche abruptly stopped the slow rocking of her hips.

A flicker of both relief and disappointment passed over Laska’s face before he bit his lip and shook his head, as if trying to dispel lingering thoughts.

“What does that mean?”

“Riche, your eyes light up the moment anything related to genetic theory comes up.”

Laska let out a heated sigh, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Riche had always been like a sponge when it came to knowledge—her eyes sparkled whenever she encountered something new.

At his silent amusement, she rolled her hips teasingly, wordlessly urging him to continue.

“Hngh… Normally, secondary Omegas manifest when they’re overwhelmed by strong Alpha pheromones. One of my past patients, for example, experienced it due to her own older brother. Whether you were aware of it or not, you must have had a powerful Alpha near you as well. Likely one classified as a dominant Alpha.”

Riche’s expression grew vague, as if she were confronting an unsolvable puzzle.

Laska took the moment to issue a warning.

“Don’t misuse your pheromones. Many secondary Omegas I’ve treated struggled to regulate their pheromones after their delayed manifestation. Some tried to use them to attract higher-ranking Alphas… only to lose control and step onto a path they could never return from. So, please—”

There was a smile in Riche’s eyes. The advice was worth listening to. However, his erect penis, which seemed to pierce the sky, was too fierce to make such a serious face. Riche grabbed the long pole with one hand at the sensation of the blunt tip stabbing his stomach. Laska, whose words had stopped, took a sharp breath.

Laska’s cock was as hot as the palm of her hand. Riche’s small hand held his cock still. It was strange to feel his cock throbbing in her hand, like a living beast. She ran her hand slowly up and down the shaft, as inexperienced as a young girl exploring sex for the first time.

“Ahh… Riche…!”

Rather than calming him, her unfamiliar touch only drove Laska into deeper arousal. His broad back arched forward, his body tensing.