I Became the Omega in a Game - Chapter 34 (M)

Riche turned her head slightly, glancing sideways at him as he pressed his forehead against her shoulder.

His entire body trembled faintly—every nerve seemingly concentrated on his throbbing length.

“Haa…”

Richie focused and swept his penis a little faster. The Cooper fluid that flowed out from the tip acted as a lubricant, making his penis slide in her hand.

“S-Stop this…! If we go any further, w-we really can’t—ahh…!”

When Riche firmly pressed her thumb against the tip, the precum that had been threatening to spill out was instead smeared back over the sensitive, swollen head.

Laska shuddered, his words breaking apart as a strained moan escaped him.

Riche, unfazed, calmly reassured him.

“Laska, this is a valuable experiment. There’s no need to degrade it into something as simple as lust-driven sex.”

“Hngh… Riche…”

She leaned in slightly, her voice carrying an almost playful edge.

“Besides…”

Riche brought her lips close to Laska’s ear, brushing against the reddened curve of his earlobe. His skin was burning hot.

Blowing out a soft breath, she whispered—

“And so what if we do?”

Laska’s entire body tensed.

“There’s no real reason we shouldn’t, is there?”

A gentle smile graced her lips as she lifted her gaze. Laska, looking at her from up close, wavered.

Riche didn’t shy away. She met his gaze head-on, unwavering.

And then—his once conflicted, dark eyes deepened, blackening entirely.

A gaze no longer weighed down by reason, but ruled by instinct.

Like a beast.

Riche smiled in satisfaction.

Suddenly, an overwhelming rush of pheromones crashed down on her.

As she inhaled, a thick herbal scent flooded her senses, undercut by an almost sharp, biting peppermint. It burned through her lungs, making her stomach clench and her insides heat up.

Eyes widening, she stared at Laska.

His pitch-black gaze blazed.

The very image of an Alpha.

“So… how is it?”

“Your resistance to Alpha pheromones?”

His face closed in abruptly.

Riche instinctively held her breath, parting her lips just slightly—

Only for his hot mouth to crash into hers.

He swallowed up her small lips in one go, his tongue darting out, swiftly capturing her own as if claiming it.

Riche didn’t close her eyes. Neither did Laska.

As if to emphasize that this wasn’t mere sex but an experiment, both of them burned on the inside while maintaining an exterior as cool and composed as the moon.

Lips still locked, Riche stared directly into Laska’s dark pupils.

Her heart pounded.

This was a completely different Laska from before—no longer the flustered, hesitant man but one fully surrendered to his instincts.

The sheer force of his Alpha pheromones pierced into her like a sharpened blade, not just igniting her lower belly and chest but pricking at every sensitive part of her body, stimulating them mercilessly.

“Hngh…!”

As Laska’s tongue swept along her teeth, a sharp jolt of pleasure shot between Riche’s legs, making her gasp for breath.

Laska pulled away, and a thin strand of saliva stretched between their parted lips.

His tongue flicked out, wetting his own lips, before he leaned in to place a small, gentlemanly peck on her mouth.

Riche blinked in surprise at the contrast—his heated presence still lingering, yet his kiss was almost refined.

Then, in a voice thick with warmth yet composed in its delivery, he murmured—

“Your underwear is in the way.”

His tone was firm, yet maddeningly polite.

“Take it off and ride me.”

His voice, thick with pheromones, remained calm—but there was an unmistakable edge of authority beneath it.

Riche hesitated for a brief moment before lowering her gaze.

Her skirt had already ridden up to her waist.

The fabric between her legs was visibly damp, darkened enough to be seen with the naked eye. For just a fleeting second, embarrassment flickered across her face.

She stole a glance at Laska.

Expressionless, he was staring directly between her thighs.

A sudden dryness in her throat made her swallow. Slowly, she slid off his lap.

Her fingers grasped the waistband of her underwear.

Before she could move further, she looked up at Laska once more—only to meet his pitch-black gaze, devoid of any distinction between iris and pupil.

And then, in a low, unwavering voice, he ordered—

“Take it off, Riche.”

Riche slowly slid off her panties. The fabric slipped past her soft thighs and dropped to the floor with a faint sound. She went ahead and removed her uniform skirt as well—washing it later would just be a hassle if it got dirty.

“Should I undo my buttons too?”

Tilting her head slightly, she rested her fingers on her blouse. Laska’s Adam’s apple bobbed in response. Taking his silence as permission, Riche unfastened her shirt one button at a time.

As the fabric loosened, her chest—still bound by a snug undergarment—came into view.

Laska’s gaze locked onto it, unmoving. His darkened eyes turned thick and heavy, like honey.

Finally, with all the buttons undone, Riche shrugged off her blouse. Now, the only thing covering her was the fabric hugging her chest. She climbed back onto Laska’s lap.

His bare skin was still burning against hers—but this time, it wasn’t because his temperature had risen.

It was because hers had.

Her mouth felt dry—clear proof of the Alpha pheromones affecting her system. A wave of heat rolled through her chest, her pulse quickening. Strangely, the more aroused she became, the harder it was to move.

‘Is my body naturally resistant to Alpha pheromones?’

She thought back to Club Queen, where Omega employees were common.

Take Elsa, for example—compared to her, Riche seemed to have a higher tolerance. Mikhail, too. But neither of them had ever openly had sex in front of her, so her collected data was still insufficient.

As she got lost in thought, staying perfectly still, Laska suddenly let out a strained breath.

Clenching his eyes shut, he thrust his hips upward. His cock struck against the slick heat between her legs, then smacked against his own stomach.

Startled, Riche’s eyes widened.

In a rough, rasping voice, Laska commanded—

“Put it in.”

It was an order, but it felt like a plea. Richie put her hand on his shoulder and looked down. Her slow attitude did not satisfy Laska at all. He whispered, squeezing her a little more.

“Please let me poke you with my dick.”

Richie, startled by the vulgar tone, raised her head.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?”

No, nothing like that. When she panicked, Laska kissed her as if she’d been waiting for it. Laska’s tongue swirled in her mouth, coiled around her own. And then, with a mad rush of excitement that had briefly faded, she grabbed his hot cock and guided it into her pussy.

The cock moved like a snake that knew its way, plunging its head into her damp hole. Liese lifted her hips slightly, and Laska thrust her hips up just in time.

Thud!

Laska’s length pressed deep inside her, filling her completely.

“Hah… ah!”

As Riche gasped, trying to part her lips for breath, Laska’s mouth followed, capturing hers again.

Trapped between his relentless kisses and the intensity of their connection, she found herself completely enveloped—above and below—by him.

Laska, determined to suppress his instincts until the very end, remained relentless—steadfast in stoking the fire, never letting the heat subside.

Before she knew it, Riche was moving her hips on her own.

Unconsciously, her body mimicked a memory buried deep within her—a motion she had once seen Idelli make while straddling Mikhail.

Her supple waist swayed, tightening and releasing around Laska in a rhythmic cadence.

A thick vein pulsed from his forehead to his temple, his usual composed expression flushed with color.

Sweat gathered at his brow, glistening under the dim light.

Instead of being a rational healer, Laska became a horny male and drew his hips up hard. Riche reversed the motion and lowered her hips. As their cunts and holes met, stars popped before both of their eyes.

“Haa… ahh, g-good… so good…!”

“Khh… hngh, just like that… k-keep moving…!”

Laska’s eyes fluttered open, half-lidded with pleasure.

Her chest, still bound by the confines of her undergarments, looked almost tragic—like a princess trapped in a tower, waiting to be freed.

Someone had to rescue her.

Laska’s shoulders twitched with frustration. He suddenly regretted his earlier decision—to let Riche tie his hands behind the chair, all because she claimed it would “interfere with the research” otherwise.

Damn it.

Lowering his head, he pressed a heated kiss against the nape of her neck, then murmured his demand.

“Untie me… haah… please.”

Riche’s movements came to a halt.

Strands of her sweat-dampened black hair clung to her nape, making her look like a phantom temptress who haunted men’s dreams.

Laska’s heart pounded violently in his chest.

“I want to suck your breasts.”

Her hazy, blue mist-like gaze shimmered as she slowly licked her lips. Then, pressing her body closer to his, she reached behind the chair, fingers working at the bindings.

Even through the fabric of her undergarments, the weight of her full chest pressed into his torso, sending an electric shock through him. His muscles tensed.

He almost came on the spot. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to endure.

Thud. The knotted straps fell away. As soon as his hands were free, Laska moved quickly and unclasped Riche’s bra, which was tight to the touch. The underwear slid off. Without a moment to think, Laska reached out and grabbed her breasts as they bounced before his eyes. The white flesh jutted out between his fingers, as tantalizing and appetizing as freshly kneaded bread.

Laska willingly followed his instincts and took a bite out of the breast.

“Hnnngh…!”

As Laska’s lips sealed around her nipple, sucking with unrelenting intensity, Riche let out a breathy moan, her fingers tangling in his hair.

He was relentless—his mouth working over the sensitive bud, tugging and drawing it in until the once-rounded peak turned taut and pointed.

By the time a dull ache settled in her overstimulated flesh, her movements had begun to slow.

Staying on top and maintaining the rhythm was proving exhausting—her stamina had never been particularly strong to begin with.

Laska, who stuck out his tongue and flicked her nipple, stood up with his dick stuck in Riche. Although it was nothing compared to the knights Kairos and Raymond, Laska’s body was slender, firm, and tall, so he could hold Riche and stand up without difficulty.

Laska braced himself with his hands on her hips as the sudden movement caused Riche to cling to him. As soon as she was steady, she arched her back. The muscles in his thighs bulged as he thrust his cock into her hole at a rapid pace, and Riche’s mouth dropped open.

“Aang, aang! Aaahhhh!”