I Became the Omega in a Game - Chapter 49

Noble blond hair and a smooth facial line like a chiseled cape. The blue eyes, filled with vigilance, were as cold as diamonds.

Riche couldn’t say anything. To be exact, she couldn’t say anything that he could understand. In fact, she didn’t know what he was saying either, so she was hesitant to open her mouth rashly.

After the admiration passed, she felt helpless. Her physical and mental strength were at their lowest, so she couldn’t come up with any other way to survive. She desperately tried to hold on to her mind and tried to communicate using gestures, but it was useless. Eventually, the man frowned.

“What are you saying?”

Suddenly, the man exclaimed. Did he understand her? Riche’s face, which had been disappointed to learn that they couldn’t communicate at all, brightened.

The man lifted her chin with the flat of his sword. With her head raised, Riche blinked. Her vision was blurry, and her knees were shaking as she supported her body.

“My loyal servant’s doing, I presume. What interesting gift is this?”

“……”

“I was told this rut was unavoidable, but he still brought a woman. She looks like Evelyn’s type. Not an Omega, either. Well, I guess he couldn’t find an Omega in these mountains.”

Riche couldn’t understand a word. She tried to gauge the meaning through his expressions and tone, but her strength was waning.

“It’s less fun to bed a Beta, but it can’t be helped.”

After that, it was all darkness. The man undressed her, she resisted, and then she must have been hit somewhere and passed out. Her body, still reeling from the dimensional shift, couldn’t withstand the impact.

When she opened her eyes, her legs burned with pain. She tried to push the man off, but it was no use. She cursed, begged, pleaded, and implored him to stop, but the man ignored all her requests and moved his hips wildly like a madman.

All she remembered after that were rough breaths and gasps, a heat that felt like her brain was melting, and an excruciating pleasure.

Riche didn’t realize it was a pleasure at first. Having lived almost as an asexual, the sensation was overwhelmingly shocking. She never thought she could feel pleasure while being forced. The situation itself was torture for Riche. She was shaken senseless, screamed like she was dying, and when her throat went hoarse, water like ambrosia flowed into her mouth.

The man had fed her the water himself. But it wasn’t enough. A little water to wet her parched throat couldn’t satisfy her sweat-soaked body.

Excruciating pleasure.

A dull ache that made her whole body numb.

Bruises covered her legs, evidence of how tightly she’d been held.

A rash blooming red on her chest.

It felt as good as frolicking in heaven, but it wasn’t a peaceful heaven, but an abnormal pleasure where walking on hot blades made even the pain feel good.

The man held her most of the day, never letting go. Riche’s stamina was already at rock bottom. And as the days went by, she started to smell something strange. A refreshing scent of grass filled the cold, musty cave. At first, she thought the man had brought in some wood while she was unconscious. But it wasn’t a smell from outside. That scared her.

Thinking that she would fall into a pit of fire and burn alive if she stayed there, she ran away for her life. She was very lucky that the cave was empty.

She felt utterly drained, and her throat was so hoarse that it hurt to swallow.

She moved to survive. She got as far away as possible.

That’s how she came to Dobrak.

And then…

Flash.

“Haa, haa.”

Riche opened her eyes and saw a ceiling embroidered with golden patterns, snapping her awake. It was the imperial palace’s medical room.

‘How much time has passed?’

As the panic caused by the sudden shock subsided, she regained her original clear-headedness. However, her body was still trembling intermittently. Riche rubbed her numb arm with her cold hand and gritted her teeth.

‘That man was an ultra-dominant Alpha.’

The fact that the Crown Prince, the last data she had been so curious about, the one with the ultra-dominant Alpha trait she hadn’t been able to collect, was that man was close to a disaster. No, it was a disaster.

In the cave, the man had been persistent and wouldn’t let go of her for a moment. He must have realized that she wasn’t the woman his vassal had brought, but even so. He didn’t even try to talk. Riche found that very dangerous.

Yante M. Luseino.

She had heard about him so much that, even though she wasn’t interested in such things, she knew something about him.

The Crown Prince of Blood, who had surpassed all the formidable candidates for the throne in a year and confidently became the first in line to the succession. The untouchable apex of high society, an ultra-dominant Alpha. The object of constant flirtation from Idelli Grace, an Omega who was also an ultra-dominant…

More than anything, she feared his sinister schemes, as he was already being revered for surely making Dobrak strong and powerful if he became emperor.

Riche shuddered.

‘That a madman like that will become the ruler of this empire. This land won’t last long.’

Suddenly, she realized anew that she was in the imperial palace. This was his front yard. He, with his noble status, wouldn’t visit the medical room used by the courtiers of the imperial palace, but she still couldn’t relax. Wasn’t it a close enough distance that they could meet whenever he wanted? Riche clenched her trembling hands tightly.

Riche, who was about to jump up, collapsed on the bed, unable to move, as if she had been hit by an iron club. She was bewildered, wondering what was going on.

‘Why is my body like this?’

Her hand, flailing around, touched the metal frame of the bed. She flinched at the surprisingly cold feeling.

‘Why is it so cold?’

Wait a minute. Come to think of it, there was no way the bed frame could be as cold as ice.

Belatedly, Riche realized that it wasn’t the bed frame that was cold, but her body that was excessively hot. As soon as she recognized this, a fire blazed up inside her. It felt exactly like that. It was as if a volcano with lava gushing out had formed in her body.

“Huff!”

Riche barely managed to raise herself and bent forward at the waist. Her forehead touched the sheet. She rubbed her forehead desperately against the cool sensation of the sheet. Her body was too hot. Her fingertips trembled. The depths of her body were hot and itchy, as if she wanted to scratch it all out. It was a terrible sensation, as if thousands of ants were crawling up between her thighs, burrowing into her uterus and invading her insides.

Riche writhed on the bed like a sick person. As she breathed shallowly, hot breaths poured out of her open mouth. One thought was hammered into her head like a nail, ringing like a gong.

‘I want to be fucked. I want to be fucked. I wish someone would fuck me.’

Riche was horrified by the abnormal desire. She felt like an animal. But even that normal thought was swept away by the hot wave and scattered like a sandcastle.

‘I wish someone would fuck me with a thick, long cock. I wish they would fuck me like crazy, strongly, so I wouldn’t be itchy anymore!’

Thoughts she had never had when she was in her right mind screamed in her head. Her legs weren’t even being touched, but they were soaked with slick fluids. Her skin was burning hot, and a red rash had broken out on the back of her hand. No matter how you looked at it, she couldn’t be considered normal. Riche could feel the essence of pheromones gushing out of her body.

If the pheromones that had been emitted from her body until now had been the scent of peaches, now it was incomparably dense and sticky, as if peach jam was pouring out.

Her toes curled up on their own. She pinched the flesh of her slightly parted thighs painfully, and she regained her senses slightly.

‘Heat.’

Riche finally realized the reason for the abnormal state that had come upon her. The abnormal state of the body that Omegas couldn’t control. The heat that she had tentatively judged would not come to her had come now of all times.

As if waiting for it, a status message appeared.

[You have fallen into the abnormal state ‘Heat’.

You are beginning in earnest as an Omega.

Overcome the heat wisely.

Penalty for failure: Death.]

Riche was stunned by the terrifying last word.

‘I have the Medichina Laska gave me!’

Riche’s face, which had brightened, darkened rapidly. She had left the Medichina at Cairos’s mansion, fearing a physical examination at the imperial palace.

‘I was naive. My body wasn’t immune to heat.’

The switch for heat hadn’t been pressed. The moment she smelled Yante Luseino’s pheromones, the moment those pheromones penetrated her body, the heat began as if the stopped time was flowing again.

It was wrong to say that you couldn’t come to your senses during heat. Heat was like ice cream melting in the hot sun. Her reason was paralyzed faster and stronger than she had imagined. Riche cursed her past self, who had been curious about heat, wishing she could experience it once with her own body. It was a childish thought. It was a wish that could be held because of ignorance.

“Haa, haa. C, Cairos…”

Riche gripped the bed sheet tightly and staggered to her feet.

She had never seen heat in person, but she thought it would be similar to the mating season of animals, based on her conversations with Laska. That it could be this unbearable…

Riche rummaged through the drawers of the treatment room and chewed the Obsesin she found like a vitamin. She took more than the recommended dose, but the heat didn’t subside.

Tch, Riche bit her lip. Once it had progressed this far, taking Medichina late wouldn’t work. The safest and surest way to end heat was only through intercourse with an Alpha. Riche immediately thought of Cairos. He was the person she instinctively relied on when she was in a dangerous situation.

Now was a dangerous situation. The pheromones that an Omega emits during heat were said to act as a deadly drug for Alphas who lacked self-control. There was no way Alphas would leave a delicious Omega who was emitting pheromones so dense they could be touched with their hands alone.

In the worst case, she might be gang-raped.

Riche, who had lowered her feet under the bed, paused as she recalled the last assumption. If she went out like this, it would be the same as announcing her existence to Alphas in all directions. If she didn’t want to attract moths to a flame, it would be better to wait here for Cairos to come.

But her body was boiling. She just wanted to spread her legs wide to anyone who appeared in front of her and beg them to fuck her. Riche was appalled by that self.

“What is this… Oh my! It’s heat!”

Riche raised her feverish eyes at the unfamiliar voice. A male healer with glasses, who had parted the white curtains, gaped. Riche twitched her legs. She instinctively flared her nostrils. A slightly light chocolate scent.

‘Not an Alpha.’

Riche thought disappointedly. If he had been an Alpha, she would have asked him to fuck her. An Omega was of no help in this situation. Riche wheezed in a hoarse voice from the heat.

“Cairos, quickly…”

“Oh dear, really. Huh? What did you say?”

“Call Cairos.”

“The Count? Ah, ah. I see. Okay. Just wait a little, don’t go anywhere!”

Riche nodded with difficulty. Thinking that Cairos was coming, her mind, which had been stormy, calmed down slightly.

***

“General, are you uncomfortable? I know an old man can be talkative.”

Duke Ristaeuph said, filling a steel cup with wine. Cairos looked at the benevolent old man’s eyes, which were smiling kindly, with an indifferent expression.

Duke Ristaeuph. He had served two emperors in the past and would now serve a new emperor.

All the vassals of the imperial family revered the emperor, but for him, serving had a slightly different meaning. In the case of the previous emperor, he had been directly enthroned him. He was a vassal of the imperial family, but no one regarded him as simply a vassal.

If he had the cunning and slyness of the scribbling noble bureaucrats, the imperial family might have already been half in Duke Ristaeuph’s hands. He had the power to fill the empress’s position with a daughter from his own family at any time.

But fortunately for the nobles, the Duke wasn’t interested in that. He only pursued the prosperity of Dobrak and the steadfastness of his family, and a strong army and military power were very attractive interests to him. So he couldn’t help but be interested in the commander of the Red Eagle, the best knight order in the imperial palace.

Not only the Crown Prince but also the Duke was in the reception room that Cairos had found at the Crown Prince’s call. The Crown Prince had left his seat at the request of a courtier, and when Cairos, worried about Riche, was about to get up, he was caught by the Duke, which was the current situation.

‘Uncomfortable.’