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

Riche felt like she was in a scalding bath. The blood in her whole body sizzled, and hot breaths escaped her parched mouth.

She could feel her feverish breaths scattering, and the sweat-soaked skin of the two bodies stuck together. Between her legs, a hot pillar moved back and forth like a snake. Each thrust brought an immense pleasure that poured like a waterfall, and each withdrawal was agonizing enough to bring tears to her eyes.

The pleasure a cock gives! Riche deeply understood why Omegas were so promiscuous.

If one could feel this good, like they were losing their mind, and still not be promiscuous, they would possess a godlike level of self-control.

Cock, cock, cock!

Riche’s mind was filled only with thoughts of the thick, long, dark red phallus. The usual her would have been disgusted, but instead, she was making vulgar calculations on how to twist her body to maximize pleasure. A faint horror at her own actions flickered but quickly disappeared.

Already sexually sensitive, the Omega’s body, upon entering heat, was as if reason and instinct had swapped places. Reason had become like a fingernail, and even that was focused solely on pleasure.

Riche squeezed her breasts with both hands, as if trying to somehow release the seething pleasure. But as soon as she firmly grasped her large breasts, her hands were pushed away.

It was Yante. As he massaged her breasts with his large hands, Riche screamed.

“You’re enjoying this to death, aren’t you?”

Yante licked his lips, grinning with glistening eyes. He took her straight to the Crown Prince’s bedchamber and faithfully responded to Riche’s pleas for a hug. He threw her onto the bed and pounced, his cock trampling and stirring her even more wonderfully than she had expected. Riche didn’t even realize she was copulating with the man she so hated, despised, and wanted to escape.

When she pouted and tried to flick her nipple like a fruit with her own hand, Yante immediately stopped her.

“No. Don’t try to feel it yourself. That’s what worn-out whores do. Of course, Hajin is a whore, but she’s mine, so only accept the pleasure I give, Hajin.”

Riche blinked her cloudy blue eyes at the voice filled with insane possessiveness. Tears welled up from the physiological pleasure, making Riche’s eyes gleam like pebbles on a beach. She couldn’t even perceive the bizarre feeling of his words. Only when Yante squeezed her breasts painfully with his large hands did she finally open her mouth.

Yante’s grip, said to be as strong as a general’s or knight’s, was fierce, and the pain of her breasts being crushed by that force even became pleasure.

Her lower abdomen tingled. Water sloshed in a large pot. Yante poured water into that pot. Riche waited for the pot to spill, hoping for a great flood to overflow her entire body. Then, she wouldn’t even be able to open her eyes from the pleasure.

Anticipating it, Riche tightly gripped Yante’s waist with her sweat-dampened thighs. Then, with his cock inside her, she shook her vagina up and down. The black pubic hair, messy with fluids, rubbed against Yante’s pubic bone, the bushes tangling together. The sight of black and golden hair mingling was terribly lewd.

Yante’s eyes narrowed. His little bird, returned to his hands after more than a year, was even more lascivious than he remembered.

“Damn it.”

Yante suddenly cursed. Riche, who had been giving strength to her thighs and rubbing him with her vagina, widened her eyes. She had sensed his aggressive pheromones. Yet, the subtle movements of her lower body didn’t stop, and Yante chuckled despite his excitement reaching his head.

“I didn’t teach you this.”

Yante muttered, grinding his teeth. He vividly remembered the day he met Riche. At first, he thought his loyal vassals had done something unnecessary.

“Where did you learn such dirty things…”

Since it was in the remote forest of Evelyn, they must have bought a woman from a nearby village. Probably a country bumpkin. And as expected, she didn’t know anything for about a month. He quickly realized that she wasn’t a woman his vassals had brought. He changed his mind, thinking she might be a wandering beggar. She couldn’t understand Dobrak’s language or Evelyn’s language. If she had been in the palace, a woman of such dirty status wouldn’t even have become a maid in his bedchamber. So, Yante was just going to use her during his rut to release his sexual desires.

But his thoughts changed after spending a day with her. Reason, which returned after countless ejaculations and the satisfactory release of pheromones, made him see this insignificant beggar woman differently. Her clean, white skin, full breasts that overflowed in one hand, and supple waist stimulated his desire.

At first, her body was like wood, but over time, it changed. She screamed, struggled, and tired as he thrust into her. At that time, she was his personal whore.

“You want it without getting tired even after I’ve poured a load of cum into you, how many guys have you taken in here?”

Yante’s voice sank coldly. He slowly stroked Riche’s vagina with his long, thick-knuckled fingers. It was where he was inside. A hot, moist, and greedily wriggling thing.

“To presumptuously serve another master.”

He hadn’t expected to see her as an Omega, but seeing her so skillfully moving her hips, he couldn’t help but have other suspicions.

“Just how many guys, dared to taste this inside.”

Yante interrogated Riche with broken words. Of course, he didn’t expect to hear a proper answer. But unexpectedly, an answer came back.

“Uhh. A lot.”

“What?”

Riche whined and shook her hips. Her soft pubic hair swept across Yante’s sculpted skin like a broom.

“I ate a lot. A lot, a lot.”

“…Ha!”

Sharp fangs protruded between her parted lips. Veins stood out tautly on his smooth temples. He felt disgusted just imagining it, but hearing it from her mouth made him feel absurd and like he was losing his mind with unbearable jealousy. Yante’s blue eyes, where violent emotions were contained, sank to a deep blue. He firmly grabbed the outside of Riche’s thighs, which were still rubbing his vagina. It was with such force that her flesh caved in.

“Heeung…”

Riche twisted her waist, frowning as if in pain. But Yante wasn’t going to let go. He pulled Riche’s thighs close to him and whispered.

“I don’t care how much cum you’ve swallowed from other guys. You’re my Omega and you’ll carry my seed. Do you think I’ll let you go again?”

“…Ah!”

A shrill scream burst out. With her waist lifted, Yante slammed his cock into her. The cock, inserted perpendicularly into her rounded body, savagely scraped Riche’s insides. It was a force so strong it felt like it would pierce her uterus, but Riche responded to that merciless movement by wriggling her hips.

“You’re moving as you please. You’ve become so ill-mannered.”

Yante twisted his lips into a smile and slapped her sensual buttocks hard with his hand.

Smack!

A red handprint remained with just one hit. Riche trembled her buttocks. Yante gripped her elastic buttocks tightly and lowered his waist strongly. His glans, which had reached the end, roughly entered inside. Yante stopped moving, leaving the root behind. It was because he didn’t go further inside.

Riche, who had initially been breathing heavily with pleasure, was now teary-eyed. Groaning sounds flowed out. She seemed to be in pain.

Yante didn’t rashly enter further inside and put strength into the hand holding Riche’s buttocks. Her buttocks were split in half as if they would break. Then, surprisingly, a gap appeared in the hole that had been clinging to his cock without a gap. Not missing that gap, Yante’s fingers dug inside.

At the same time, his glans reached the end inside. Riche’s eyes widened as if they would pop out. The moans that burst from her parted lips dragged on long tails.

“Aaaaaah!”

Yante’s eyes trembled. His whole body tingled at the sensual moans.

***

Splash, splash. It felt like waves were hitting her whole body. That’s how Riche perceived the sensation of her body shaking. Something was rushing in like waves.

Her limbs were stiff and heavy. On the other hand, between her legs was strangely hot. The bizarre feeling of floating, as if her feet were one meter off the ground, made reality seem unreal.

She was having sex. And furiously, like crazy.

Riche faintly opened her tearful eyes. In her hazy vision, she saw a body with tightly woven muscles moving back and forth. She moved her eyes upward. Like a moving walkway of a camera, her gaze moved from her washboard abs to her chest, and finally illuminated her face.

“Ah…”

A sigh flowed from her hoarse throat.

A face blessed by God. Or a face directly sculpted by God. A face that didn’t seem of this world. From that beautiful face, eyes as blue as the sky god were fixed on her.

Thud, his cock slammed in strongly. Riche trembled like a bird with broken wings. Intense pleasure pierced her head like lightning. But her insides were extremely confused.

Why am I sleeping with this man again? Cairos? Where is this? Is it a cave? Am I still there?

Riche’s mind momentarily became confused. She mistakenly thought that she still hadn’t escaped from the cave where she had been trapped for a month a year ago due to a wrong decision. The sensation, where pleasure was superimposed on pleasure until she couldn’t feel anything, and which didn’t feel like reality, was exactly the same as then. That bizarre feeling of floating, where even if she put her feet directly on the ground, it wouldn’t feel like walking.

Riche, in despair, felt like she was about to faint. But the moment she heard Yante’s rough voice that followed, she regained her sense of reality and her mind snapped to attention.

“You’re the first one I’ve thought about making carry my child, Hajin. I won’t make you eat contraceptives like the lowly things in the detached palace. Good, isn’t it? It’s a great honor for a mere whore, so widen your hole and be happy.”

“Ah, euht, st, stop, hahuht!”

“I might even love a child born from a whore. It would be bearable if it resembled you.”

“Aaaaaaeuht!”

While moaning for a long time, Riche’s reason was as cold as if she had been splashed with cold water. Goosebumps rose sharply and the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.

Right. She was having sex. She couldn’t accurately gauge the time, but due to the pain in her buttocks, it seemed that at least a full day had passed.

To fall into the mire of heat that she hadn’t considered. Riche gritted her teeth. Unexpectedly, she had gone into heat, and unable to wait for Cairos, she had asked a man exuding Alpha pheromones to hold her, and the man she had begged at that time was this man in front of her.

Riche was greatly disappointed. Why was the man who appeared at that time this man? The madman who had persistently raped and violated her. He was the continent’s only extreme Alpha, and the Crown Prince of Dobrak.

There was nothing that wasn’t terrible to Riche.

‘My body, reacting to the pheromones of an extreme Alpha, triggered the heat.’

Riche, calmly retracing the time, distorted her face. This was no ordinary predicament.

“What are you thinking about?”

Her chin was grabbed. When their eyes met, Riche deliberately made her gaze cloudy. She blurred the focus of her eyes and intermittently let out moans like a cat. She was playing the role of an Omega who hadn’t yet emerged from heat and was only interested in being fucked by an Alpha. She instinctively judged that she had to do so.

“Cute Hajin.”

Yante’s sharp gaze softened and he whispered sweetly. The fingers that had been grabbing her chin caressed her cheek. Riche gasped and breathed heavily, then endured her disgust and wrapped her legs around his waist. Then, with his cock still inside her, she moved her vagina up and down, rubbing it against his golden bush. It was to dispel Yante’s suspicions.

Perhaps because it was a lewd gesture she had performed countless times, Yante quickly dropped his guard and grabbed her hips. Thwack, thwack! He thrust briefly and sharply. A mixture of shock and pleasure made Riche moan repeatedly without having to act.

“Your cunt is so soft. I feel like I could fit a fist in there. To give your body to another man. A dirty cunt that’s lost its virginity wouldn’t discriminate and would eat a fist just as well. What do you think? Are you listening, Hajin?”

Yante leaned forward and measured Riche’s vagina with his hand, as if gauging its length. Inside, his massive cock was writhing. It sent shivers down her spine.

“Ugh, ungh, ungh!”

Riche shook her head and twisted her waist. It looked like a gesture telling him to stop talking and just fuck her. In truth, it was because Riche was reluctant to have a conversation with him. She wanted him to focus on sex instead of talking. She planned to buy herself some time to think in the meantime. But Yante didn’t move as Riche wanted him to at all.

“It’s become tender and soft. The power to squeeze a cock is as skillful as a whore.”

He whispered with a smile. But Riche moaned. It was because of pain, not pleasure. Her pelvis hurt. Yante was gripping her pelvis tightly.

“Who taught you this? How many men have you seduced?”

Riche internally shuddered. She feared the persistent Crown Prince. Her memories of the day she spent floundering in heat were hazy. She probably did nothing but screw her brains out. Yet, the words felt familiar, a testament to how much he had grilled her.

“To think what kind of nasty bastards this body, which I awakened as an Omega, has swallowed… It infuriates me, Hajin. Do you understand my sorrow?”

Crazy bastard.

Riche clicked her tongue inwardly. What was she to him? A man who turned her, whom he had met after a year, back into what she was a year ago. To Crown Prince Yante M. Luseino, she was a possession. A female.

As an intelligent and rational woman, a scholar who had lived independently, Riche, who took pride in herself, found Yante’s treatment unfamiliar and unpleasant. That was how she felt inside, but she couldn’t show it outwardly. As she lamented this misfortune of meeting him again, Yante, as if he had sorted things out on his own without her saying anything, murmured with a hint of regret.

“It’s alright. No matter what male dog has had this body.”

Riche suddenly felt goosebumps. His beautiful blue eyes became frighteningly dark, as if painted over with watercolors.

“It’s back in my hands now, obediently.”

“…Hng, ah!”

She belatedly let out a moan. The heat of her rut had subsided considerably, and the desire for his cock and pleasure felt frosty, as if covered in frost.

“Fill this round womb with my seed, Hajin. And give birth to my child. Don’t miss a drop, eat it all up.”

“Haaang! Ah, ah…?”

A question mark popped into Riche’s head as she faithfully moaned like an Omega driven mad by lust. After all, this body was incapable of conceiving. Just as she was feeling a renewed sense of gratitude for the system’s efficacy and mocking Yante’s confidence, she felt a foreign sensation down below. The undeniable foreign sensation grew larger and larger, eventually filling her vaginal opening tightly. At the same time, pleasure and excruciating pain surged up from below.

The end of his transformed member adhered to the inside like a stopper, blocking the hole. A pain that felt like her lower body was being torn apart washed over her. Riche’s complexion turned pale.

‘Knotting!’