I Became the Omega in a Game - Chapter 8 (M)

It didn’t take long for Riche to realize that Raymond was, without a doubt, a deviant.

Society often labels those who stray beyond the bounds of conventional sexual preferences as “perverts.” By that measure, Raymond Strigo fits the description perfectly.

“Hngh!”

Riche lay face down on the sofa, her hips raised high in the air. When a soft tongue slid between the cleft of her buttocks, an indescribable shiver ran from her waist up to her shoulders.

Her hands gripped the leather sofa tightly, the sweat on her palms making faint squeaking sounds against the surface.

Schlrp.

As Raymond worked his tongue deeper between the cleft, lewd, wet noises echoed in the room.

Schlrp, schlrp.

The delicate flesh of that sensitive area rubbed against his tongue, making her worry that it might become raw if this continued. Just as Riche tried to lift herself up in concern—

Smack!

A sharp sting landed on her backside.

“Hhk!”

Riche buried her face into the sofa. When she glanced back, she saw Raymond’s red curls swaying as he buried his face between her buttocks.

“Stop… haah, ngh, stop… ahhh…”

Her voice was tinged with moans. The sensation of being licked between her buttocks was different from the feeling of her entrance being teased.

It was far more shameful. But as that shame transformed into pleasure, Riche found herself instinctively shaking her hips vigorously.

“Haa…”

Hearing Raymond’s ragged groan, Riche suddenly became aware of her shameless behavior and stopped shaking her hips.

She gripped the leather sofa tightly with her fingers.

From the moment they kissed, Raymond had been roughly fondling and spreading her buttocks. Before Riche could even react, he had lifted her effortlessly and laid her face down on the sofa.

Then, pulling down her uniform pants and panties, he pressed his lips against her bare backside.

Smack.

When he pushed firmly, as if splitting a watermelon, her soft, plump flesh spread even further to the sides. Her round, pale buttocks, resembling a full moon, were marked with red handprints from where his hands had slapped her earlier.

Moved by the arousing sight, Raymond, overcome with emotion, opened his mouth and bit down on the reddened flesh of her backside.

“Aahng!”

Startled, Riche turned her head to look back. Raymond, gathering her soft flesh into his mouth, left bite marks before licking over them like a dog. His eyes were hazy and unfocused, glazed over completely.

He looked drunk, utterly consumed by instinct, and driven by pure desire.

Following lust instead of reason was no different from being a beast.

Trying to regain her composure, Riche shook her head. Between her legs, a stream of clear fluid trickled down—a sign that her body had fully prepared itself in response to the Alpha pheromones.

The slick secretion, much greater in quantity than the fluids of a Beta, was so viscous it seemed capable of swallowing even the largest shaft with ease.

Raymond extended his tongue. Longer than most, his tongue lapped up the fluid dripping from her entrance, greedily drinking it.

Slurp. A drop of her arousal fell onto Raymond’s tongue. He licked his lips, savoring the taste, and made lewd smacking sounds as if relishing it.

His style of sex was crude and vulgar.

To Riche, who was more accustomed to ordinary, straightforward intimacy, his behavior felt distasteful.

‘This isn’t my thing.’

She thought it would be better for him to just move on to penetration, but instead, Raymond extended his tongue again. His long tongue plunged into her entrance, wildly swirling and probing.

“Haaahhh!”

A dizzying wave of pleasure surged through Riche, making her tilt her head back toward the ceiling. Raymond, with his face buried between her thighs, gripped her soft, pale legs tightly and pulled her closer.

His nose pressed firmly into the cleft of her backside as his tongue sucked at her now-soaked entrance with a loud slurping sound. Her arousal was drawn into his mouth, leaving Riche’s face flushed a deep red with embarrassment.

“Ahh, aaah, ngh, mmngh, hnghh!”

Her thighs trembled uncontrollably as the Alpha pheromones radiating from Raymond stimulated her body. The aggressive pheromones filling the room caused her womb to quiver violently.

“Haaaahhhng!”

Splurt!

Fluids gushed from her entrance like a sudden downpour. Raymond licked his soaked lips with his tongue as he lifted his head from between her buttocks. His face, all the way up to his forehead, was drenched with the clear liquid.

His dilated pupils, hazy with arousal, contracted in a sensual, predatory way.

“Even your juices taste good.”

“Nngh!”

“You’re so damn filthy, aren’t you?”

Schlck. As his shaft slid inside her, Riche tilted her head back and let out a long, cat-like moan.

“Haaang.”

The skin around her eyes, partially hidden by her butterfly mask, flushed a deep red. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest.

Having lived as an asexual for most of her life, she was utterly defenseless against the overwhelming waves of pleasure.

This marked the third person she had slept with in this dimension.

Her second partner, Kairos, had a hard, rugged body and a roughness to him, but he was still courteous in his approach. Raymond, however, though sharing the same bloodline, was leaner in build, and his words and actions were far cruder.

Smack!

Raymond’s large hand came down hard on Riche’s backside, making a loud smack.

“Ahh! That hurts!” she cried out.

Positioning himself behind her, Raymond thrust his hips forward forcefully. His long shaft slammed into her with a ferocity that made it feel like it might tear through the entrance to her womb.

“Ahhh!”

Riche lowered her head, her black hair spilling forward over her face. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, Raymond pulled her head back, forcing her upright. Leaning close to her ear, he whispered in a low, commanding voice:

“Twist your hips like you did earlier.”

Riche shook her head vigorously, her face flushed with embarrassment. She was still mortified by the way she had unconsciously moved her hips earlier in excitement.

While the pleasure that defied her rationality felt undeniably good, as a researcher, she was deeply uncomfortable with giving in to instinct over reason. Yet, the natives of this dimension—the very subjects of her study—were at their most animalistic when they prioritized instinct over intellect.

“Hurry up!”

“N-no, I don’t want to.”

At Riche’s refusal, Raymond’s crimson eyes darkened to a deeper, blood-red hue.

“Ahhh!”

Her head was pulled back so sharply it felt like it might snap, leaving Riche wincing as her vision blurred with tears.

Before she could even voice her protest, Raymond gripped her hair tighter and began thrusting relentlessly.

Smack! Smack!

Smack-smack-smack!

As his hips moved at a punishing speed, the entrance to her womb was repeatedly struck. Riche screamed incoherently, unable to catch her breath or regain control.

She didn’t even have the time or focus to use her pheromone control skills. Like a faucet left wide open, her Omega pheromones gushed uncontrollably.

The pheromones of a recessive Omega weren’t particularly potent, nor were they in large supply, but the aftermath of such an outpouring was rarely pleasant.

Even so, Riche couldn’t bring herself to regulate her body’s reaction. Her instincts had completely overridden her rationality.

She tried desperately to pull herself together, but when Raymond slapped her backside hard, another scream tore from her lips.

Smack!

“Hnghh… you’re just so soft,” he murmured.

Raymond was no exception to the overwhelming effects of the pheromones.

His eyes, initially hazy from alcohol, were now clouded with lust. His hands couldn’t leave Riche’s small yet firm and round backside, which fit perfectly in his grip.

Her buttocks had already turned a bright red from the repeated impacts. When he ran his hot hands over the tender, sore flesh, Riche let out a soft, aching moan.

That sultry sound made Raymond’s shaft swell even more. It had already been throbbing within her, looking as though it was about to burst.

As he roughly grabbed her reddened backside, Riche reflexively tightened her thighs. Her walls clenched hard, squeezing down on the shaft buried inside her as though trying to crush it.

“Ahh! F-fuck!”

Raymond gripped Riche’s buttocks with both hands as though he might crush them and thrust forward.

“Haaht!”

Riche instinctively shook her hips from side to side.

“A butt like this could snap a man’s cock in half,” Raymond muttered roughly, raising his hand again.

Smack!

Riche’s backside jerked upward from the impact. Each time his palm landed on her reddened flesh, the force of the blow left her vision momentarily darkened.

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been spanked—not as an adult, anyway.

Her embarrassment manifested perversely through her body’s reaction. Her inner walls quivered and tightened firmly around his shaft.

“Ugh, are you trying to wring my cock dry? If I come now, it’d feel like a waste,” Raymond grunted, pulling his hips back before slamming into her entrance with force.

“Not happening!”

“Haaahhhng!” Riche cried out in a long, high-pitched moan.

Raymond felt dizzy, his head swimming. The sultry sound of her moans, the intoxicating Omega pheromones that heightened his arousal, and the sight of her slender waist contrasted by her curvaceous hips—all of it drove him to the brink. The way her lithe body swayed in front of him sent his excitement surging to its peak.

“Damn it, where did something like this even come from?!”

Raymond let out a rough yell and slapped her reddened buttocks again. Tears welled up in Riche’s eyes. Her backside burned from the relentless stinging, and Raymond gripped her sore cheeks as he continued thrusting into her.

His hard hip bones repeatedly slammed against her aching flesh without pause. It hurt like hell, but paradoxically, the pain only seemed to heighten her arousal, leaving Riche bewildered.

By her standards, this was yet another twisted form of pleasure—a perverse kind of ecstasy.

While Riche’s mind consciously and subconsciously tried to analyze the situation, Raymond’s persistent thrusts gradually made her surrender her thoughts, leaving her to focus purely on the pleasure taking over her body.

To complete the quest, two conditions needed to be met: Raymond’s climax and her own.

To maximize the pleasure and push Raymond to climax, Riche began moving her hips of her own accord. Each time his cock withdrew, she clenched tightly around him, prompting Raymond to groan as he adjusted his rhythm to match hers.

As his thrusts became more rhythmic, Raymond cursed under his breath, overwhelmed by the perfect synchronization of their movements.

“You… filthy little temptress!”

Muttering curses under his breath, low enough that Riche couldn’t understand, Raymond gripped her reddened buttocks tightly and thrust his shaft all the way inside.

As the tip of his cock repeatedly struck her inner spot, Riche’s vision began to darken, her body trembling as her climax approached.

“Haa… haa… haaang…”