I Became the Omega in a Game - Chapter 51 (M)

Clang!

The door to the treatment room opened with a heavy sound. Cairos strode in like a warrior from hell, his sharp gaze sweeping the interior. The imperial palace healer, who had been sitting on a chair, jumped to his feet. The man’s face, who had reassured Cairos not to worry when he brought Riche, was pale blue. It was an honest reaction.

Cairos narrowed his masculine eyes. From the moment he threw open the door to the treatment room, he felt a chill on the back of his neck. He tended to trust that kind of feeling.

Riche isn’t here.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Cairos approached the healer and grabbed him by the collar.

“H-Hik! G-General. What are you doing!”

Cairos took a long breath, trying to control the anger that surged to the top of his head. The cool smell of the treatment room was sucked into his nostrils. Amidst the mixture of various Medichinas and the scent of the sick, there was no trace of Riche’s scent. Not only the peach-scented omega pheromone, but also her body odor was absent. It meant she had left this place quite a while ago.

Cairos stared intently at the healer. His eyes seemed calm at first glance, but they held a chilling murderous intent. It was an aura that the frail healer, who had only cared for the wounds of delicate courtiers and guests in the treatment room, could not resist.

“Where is she?”

The muscles in Cairos’s forearm bulged. The healer’s toes lifted lightly off the ground. The healer’s face turned blue with a chilling sense of floating.

“G-G-General! Please don’t do this! S-Spare me!”

“Speak.”

“…”

“It seems you want to die.”

His voice was monotonous and indifferent, but it sounded much more realistic than being intimidating. The healer, sensing death approaching, opened his eyes wide. The imperial palace healer was of quasi-noble status, but it didn’t seem like Cairos Strigo would fear a trial.

The fact that Cairos was acting so sensitively over this, of all things. Even the emperor wasn’t free from romantic entanglements, so it was indeed a match. It was a situation that ordinary men wouldn’t stand still for, let alone the Great General who had only ever taken and never been taken from. As a fellow man, the healer couldn’t help but understand Cairos’s feelings, which made him want to jump up and down in frustration. Still. What could he, a mere insignificant being, do here? But to appeal his innocence, Cairos’s stern anger bound his whole body tightly.

Even if a trial were held, what good would it do if he died?

He couldn’t rashly open his mouth. It wasn’t a matter he could interfere with. It was a case of a shrimp getting its back crushed in a whale fight, exactly that.

Numerous thoughts flashed through the healer’s mind. It was an extremely brief moment, but in that moment, his life hung in the balance.

Just as Cairos tightened his grip on his collar, the healer opened his mouth convulsively.

“I-I couldn’t help it!”

“How dare you say such nonsense in front of me?”

“How could a mere healer stop His Highness the Crown Prince when he wanted it!”

The hand gripping his collar paused as he screamed like a scream.

“What?”

The healer tightly closed his eyes, which had turned red with extreme fear and anxiety. Tears welled up and blurred on his eyelids. He didn’t know if he was doing the right thing. He had to get out of this situation first.

“His Highness the Crown Prince took her. I couldn’t help it!”

The healer finally shed tears. Thud, Cairos’s hand loosened. Collapsed on the floor, the healer moved backward, relieved that he had saved his life. His fearful gaze turned to Cairos.

Cairos, no longer caring about the healer, stared at the white bed where Riche had been lying, but was now empty.

“His Highness?”

His voice, murmuring softly, was filled with a dry confusion.

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“Haaaah!”

A huge phallus plunged deep into her vagina like digging into a swamp, then was pulled out.

Each time it came out of the moist hole, moist red flesh followed. The flesh, as if not wanting to let go of the phallus, glistened. When it held the phallus, it wriggled like a suction cup, and an ordinary person would have felt the urge to ejaculate before even a few reciprocating motions, but the one pressing down on her body now was by no means an ordinary person. Ignoring the flesh that silently seduced him not to leave and to thrust in more, the man pulled out to the glans and then strongly inserted again.

“Haaah!”

Riche cried out. Her eyes, rolled back from excessive pleasure, were wet with physiological tears. Water streamed down from between her wide-open legs. Even with the phallus embedded like a pillar, her feverish body continued to writhe. It was a lewd gesture shouting, More! More!

“I’m going crazy.”

Yante’s blue eyes, twisting his lips, were bloodshot. His firmly set mouth twitched. It was because he felt like the top of his head was about to fly off from excessive excitement. The clear blood vessel that rose from his temple to his forehead was thick enough to be felt with a finger.

“Ah, hold me, hold me! Don’t stop!”

Riche’s sweat-soaked hair, whimpering and sobbing, stuck to her face. And she clung to Yante even more strongly than that. Yante let out a faint groan at the tightening of the inner walls that writhed madly.

“Keuh.”

His bony hand firmly gripped Riche’s white thighs. As he pulled her in and thrust his phallus in, Riche let out a long moan without showing any sign of pain. The fine hairs on her ears stood on end, so seductive and sensual. Yante narrowed his eyes. A rough groan escaped from between his teeth as he tried to control his heightened mood and excitement.

If there was a privilege of being an extreme alpha, it was that he could make other omegas like crazy people obsessed with lust, but he himself could maintain his nobility.

He also had the self-control not to be easily swayed by omega pheromones. Nevertheless, Yante was holding back, digging his nails into his palms. Otherwise, he felt like he would become a beast obsessed with lust like Riche, who was in heat. He didn’t want to do that. It wasn’t that he hated acting like a beast, but because he didn’t want to spend this time that way.

How did they meet again?

“Haa, haah. G-Good…!”

His gaze was fixed on the lewd Riche, who was sobbing as she rubbed her genitals against his hard iliac crest and pubic bone.

His memory went back to about three hours ago.

It was his subconscious that first noticed her presence. It could be seen as a kind of intuition that was activated.

At the archery contest with Grand Duke Ristaeuph, the moment he pulled and released the bowstring, he seemed to smell a peach scent. His gaze turned sharply. It was an unfamiliar scent. But he couldn’t forget it. It was a pheromone firmly imprinted in his mind.

A year ago, he had hidden in Evelyn to avoid the princes who were chasing him to kill him. He went into heat while hiding. He sent his heat to a woman who happened to find her way into the cave. He was extremely satisfied and planned to take her back to his home country when he returned.

But when he returned after dropping the prince and his entourage off the cliff to their deaths, the cave was empty. He remembered the pheromone that remained there like an afterglow. As he recalled that unforgettable day, Yante instantly became erect. His stomach churned. He didn’t know how much he had searched for that woman since then.

Could she be here?

But instead of a delicate omega, a sturdy knight was in his line of sight.

‘Cairos? What is he doing there?’

His movements seemed uncomfortable. And soon he realized that he was holding someone.

As the Crown Prince, his lord, he was intrigued. His loyal subject came all the way here, but didn’t come to see him and was on a date? Of course, he wouldn’t blame his subject for not coming on his own without being called, but if it was Cairos, he would have stopped by at least once even if he had other things to do.

Besides, Grand Duke Ristaeuph was here now. If the current power in the military was Cairos Strigo, then Grand Duke Ristaeuph was the power of the previous era and a legend to many veterans. Wasn’t he someone Cairos would be interested in?

‘Who is it?’

Cairos’s strange behavior led to curiosity about the being he was holding. Besides, for some reason, he felt like he had to check her face. Deep down, he felt embarrassed for becoming a superior who coveted his subordinate’s woman.

His hesitation was short-lived. Yante had a courtier call Cairos. He didn’t need to be mean, but he was fully willing to pry into the person he was dating.

Not long after Cairos arrived, he received news from a courtier that the imperial physician was looking for Cairos. Yante glanced at Cairos, who was chatting with Grand Duke Ristaeuph, and got up on the pretext of having work to do. When he asked the imperial physician what was going on, he easily confessed with an anxious face.

‘I must tell General Strigo. His companion is in heat right now!’

It was interesting. Until then, that was all it was.

Until he saw her.

“Hold me, please.”

A pitiful voice filled with heat. The moment he heard it, voices from the past popped out sporadically in his head. The sound of her crying sharply like a stray cat when he thrust in hard, the moaning when he rubbed her slowly.

How could he forget? It was a moment that excited him just by recalling the sound.

The month in the cave was a lewd paradise for Yante. A paradise that disappeared like a dream, making him want it even more.

Even at the moment when he was being threatened with his life while eliminating the powerful heirs to the throne, there were times when he didn’t understand himself for secretly searching for her.

He was an alpha, and he had experienced quite a few omegas. They were all sexy, beautiful, and proactive in sex. It was rare to find someone who wasn’t lewd. But why was he searching for a woman who was a beta and seemed to have never had sex before? The question that had been concretized during the year he couldn’t find her was now neatly resolved.

“Haa, haa.”

A watery, sensual voice. A cute, anxious voice like a cat purring.

Yante slowly closed and opened his eyes as if the self-control inside him was thinning.

The omega in heat clung tightly to one of his legs, which remained unmoving like a deeply rooted tree, and rubbed her swollen breasts against his protruding knee. Her smooth instep was already being rubbed against her genitals.

He was wearing light pumps made of red velvet. Feeling the thin shoes getting wet as Riche’s fluids soaked into them, Yante sighed.

She was definitely in heat. Not the frail appearance she had when she was a beta, but the appearance of an omega actively seeking pleasure.

“So. She became an omega…”

Yante’s sculpted eyes twitched slightly. He wanted to see her again, but he never thought he would meet her in this state, and his heart fluttered greatly at the unexpectedness. He felt many emotions, but the biggest one was joy.

‘I’m happy.’

He was delighted now.

‘Happy.’

Because he realized why Riche, who was a beta, had become like this.

‘The lingering scent in the cave was your pheromone.’

The fact that Hajin, whom he had been looking for so much, had transformed into his custom-made female during the time she disappeared. He was angry that she ran away, but how could he not forgive her for coming back in this state! A sinister joy welled up inside Yante.

Yante M. Luseino. A talent who would become the brilliant ruler of the Great Dobrak Empire, surpassing his other formidable brothers. His character was firm and upright, and he pitied the people…

But all those things that were known to the outside world were the result of image-making.

Crown Prince Yante possessed the cunning to lower himself like a snake and wait for what he wanted, and the tenacious patience to watch over his brothers, who seemed impossible to kill, like vipers and never miss an opportunity. Inherently sinister, he was now consumed by a much brighter joy than when he was appointed as Crown Prince. When he became Crown Prince, he felt calm, as if he had finally reaped the results of his efforts, but the joy of unexpectedly meeting her, whom he had tried so hard to find but ultimately couldn’t, made his heart pound unbearably.

“Eung, eung, eung.”

When Yante didn’t hold her, he finally grabbed Riche’s chin and lifted it up as she quickly rubbed her genitals against his instep to feel pleasure. Her cloudy blue eyes were teeming with heat. Her eyes were hotter and more confused than when she had been in his arms day and night a year ago. Yante murmured in a voice full of satisfaction.

“To think that my little bird, whom I lost due to a momentary mistake, would come back like this.”

Filled with emotion, he didn’t rashly reach out, feeling like he was in front of a precious jewel.

Just as I was wondering how I could savor this feeling a little more, his cool eyes widened vertically. His blue eyes dilated and fixed on Riche. The depths of his eyes burned fiercely.

Riche, pulling at his shirt, whined like a whore.

“Hold me.”

With her white breasts exposed, Yante felt displeasure at the heat rash blooming like flowers on them.

“Begging for a hug?”

His muttering voice was thick like a black swamp.

“Foolish girl. You don’t need to beg for something so obvious.”

He was more than willing to hold her.

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