Chapter 4

Recessive Gene Omega

Bang!

"Mm..." The moment we reached the hotel near the bar where this brat worked, I hurried him inside and slammed the door shut. Pressing him against the door, I claimed his lips in a fierce kiss. He kissed me back just as fervently, his inexperience showing through, but it only made it all the more intense.

"Hmm." I slid my tongue into his mouth, exploring it thoroughly while sucking hard on his lips. My hands untied the apron around his waist and slipped into his pants. I gave his rear a light squeeze before letting my fingers trail to his slick entrance. He was already wet—his heat must have been hitting him hard.

"Ahh... mmm." The boy moaned softly in my arms, his head resting against my shoulder as he surrendered himself to me. His body burned with heat, sweat soaking his white shirt and making it cling to his skin.

I slipped my other hand under his shirt, lightly brushing against one of his hardened nipples. The person I I was teasing flinched at the touch but arched his chest toward me, gripping my shoulders tightly and staring into my eyes.

"Mmm..." As I expected, he wrapped his arms around my neck and initiated another kiss. Smirking into the kiss, I bent slightly, lifting him so he could understand that I intended to carry him to the bed. He complied easily, unlike other Omegas I’d encountered. He probably didn’t want to act coy after all.

"Ugh... just do it already. I’m dying here." After I put him on the bed, he refused to take his hand off my neck. He just wanted to kiss me. It was clear he’d completely lost control of himself. Smiling faintly, I began unbuttoning his shirt.

"Don’t say I’m being cruel later." After taking off the shirt for the person who was panting beneath me, I quickly stripped off my own clothes, carelessly throwing them to the floor.

I sat back for a moment, watching his chest rise and fall with each labored breath. His flushed skin matched the redness of his face. He wasn’t pale like most people here; instead, his complexion hinted at mixed heritage. His hair was dark blonde, almost brown. His eyes were black. They gave him an Asian appearance, though his tall, lean build defied the typical Omega physique.

"...Just do it already," he punctuated his demand by kicking me lightly in the stomach. I looked down at the foot of this cheeky brat who dared to kick me. Without hesitation, I grabbed his ankle and hoisted it high.

"Fine. You’re getting it now," I tugged his pants off and grabbed a condom. Slipping it onto my fingers, I carefully worked to prepare him, loosening his slicked passage. It didn’t take long before he was ready to accommodate me.

"So shameless for someone so young." He hit my arm hard. Hard, I guess. I felt like he was nudged more than anything. But I didn't tease him anymore. I was almost losing my mind.

"Ah! Hold on." Just moments ago, he’d urged me to hurry up. Now that I was doing what he wanted, he was asking me to slow down. This brat was so contradictory. But did I really need to listen to him?

"Not happening," I leaned down to take in the chocolatey scent emanating from him. It seemed that the stronger his emotions ran, the more potent the fragrance became. I couldn’t get enough. I inhaled deeply, nuzzling into the curve of his neck, along his shoulder, and across his cheek. The scent I’d noticed that night—it was his pheromones all along.

"Ugh!" The person below me writhed around as his back was starting to hurt. So I spread my fingers slightly, helping him adjust and ease the discomfort. If he didn't get used to it first, he would complain that it hurt later.

"Ah..." I leaned down, kissing the person beneath me gently while trailing kisses across his cheek, neck, and shoulder. Unable to resist, I bit lightly into his skin—it smelled so much like chocolate that it made me want to taste it.

"R-right there, ah." It seemed like he was quite pleased that he made this sound. Encouraged, I pressed my fingers deeper, but it seemed I couldn’t quite reach the right spot. I withdrew my hand, adjusting him slightly before leaning down to use my tongue instead.

"W-wait! Mmm..." Even though he said wait, judging from his expression and tone of voice, it seemed like he liked it. I teased him with my tongue, trailing over the pink-red folds before gently slipping it inside, repeating the motion.

"Ah... ah..." I used my tongue to lick there for a while. After a moment, I realized I couldn’t hold back any longer. I stopped, pulling away to unzip my pants and prepare myself. After putting on a condom, I immediately pointed it at his back passage. I pushed the tip in first. It was tight but not impossible—Omega biology made the process easier with their natural response.

"Ugh! Ah." The person beneath me arched his neck and moaned softly, his hands gripping the pillow tightly. I leaned down to trail kisses along the tip of his chest that was starting to harden and slightly bulge. His light brown nipples were so tempting that I wanted to bite them into my mouth. They were so fragrant and sweet, like real chocolate.

"Mm, hmm..." I closed my eyes tightly while sucking this boy’s nipple into my mouth. I didn’t want to sound like an old man, but children really had a sweet and mellow taste. No matter where I touched them, they bounced back in my hands. Plus, this kid was more special than any other Omega I’ve ever met. No matter where I touched them, they didn’t turn red with handprints like the ones I’ve encountered.

"Go deeper, ugh, can’t you?" I glanced up, meeting the eyes of the person who was moaning. He was staring directly at me. It was true—I hadn’t pushed as far as I could have, but it wasn’t out of reluctance. It was just a habit of mine.

I’d been with many Omegas during my ruts, and all of them I'd met are usually slender, petite, and sweet-faced. I couldn’t touch them too hard, or they would hurt. Their skin turned red easily, and they were extremely fragile. Even the slightest touch could make them cry. So I got into the habit of doing it slowly and gently. When I knew that the person I had to sleep with was an omega, even though I was in so much pain, I couldn't go all the way in.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked, wanting to be certain. The person before me nodded slightly, giving me the green light. I smirked, satisfied, then lifted his legs to adjust his position before pushing fully into him. He gasped sharply, tears pooling at the corners of his eyes from the intensity, though he didn’t cry out in pain.

"Do you like it?" I asked jokingly, thinking that he would definitely say he didn't like it and ask me to take it out first. But I was wrong. Not only didn't he tell me to take it out, he also nodded in response. Yeah, let's make it like this. Even if you ask me to stop in the middle, you won't stop, huh?

"Good, because I like it too," I adjusted his position again so he was lying on his side. I lifted one of his legs and began moving steadily.

"Ah, ah..." I really like this moan. It sounds like a lot of happiness. It doesn’t look tortured or painful at all. This—this was the kind of Omega I’d been looking for.

"Ah, so sweet," I pressed my nose against the smooth skin of his thigh before sniffing and biting it to leave a mark. I have a habit of biting my partners. I don’t know why, but when I bite, I feel like I can smell their fragrance more. Especially this kid, besides the fragrance, it’s also a scent that I really like.

I kept my movements measured, not too slow but not too fast. Even though he’d said he liked it rough, I did not dare, worried I might overdo it. If he fainted midway, it’d be too cruel of me to wake him just to continue. Once I got started, I didn’t stop easily.

"Ah, sss, so good," I murmured with satisfaction as I shifted him into a new position. This time, I had him lie face down on the bed, his knees bent slightly, hips raised. I straightened up to a kneeling position, gripping his hips firmly before moving carefully but not all the way, ensuring he wouldn’t feel any discomfort.

"Ugh! Ah, ah." I leaned down to embrace him from behind. I pressed a gentle bite to the nape of his neck, right over his pheromone gland. The sweet scent intensified, spreading throughout the room. No wonder I’d left so many marks on him that first night.

My hands roamed, gripping his torso while my waist was still thrusting into him frequently. My tongue licked his smooth neck and bit until it bled a little. I used the method of rotating my hips from behind before pressing into his body hard before he came. The water almost reached his chest.

"Haah! Haah!" He buried his face into the pillow, catching his breath as I leaned in to place a few soft kisses on his reddened cheeks. After a few final movements, I followed suit, letting out a deep sigh of relief.

"Ah!" He let out a soft sound as I withdrew. I took off the condom before using my hands to search for another pack so I could continue, but there was none. It was the most ridiculous.

"Out of condoms," I told him directly, but it seemed that the other person still wanted to do it to me. His thing was starting to get hard again.

"Who cares? I can’t get pregnant." Wow, so confident. But it was good because I didn’t want to stop right now either. The symptoms of rut still haven't disappeared, but he's still fully conscious.

"Alright, then. Let’s keep going," I pushed my thing into his body without a condom. His face looked much better than before. Well, with a condom and without a condom, the feeling is different. Inside him, it's both soft and extremely warm.

“Mmm…” I flipped him over to lie on his back again before starting to thrust into him without taking a breath.\

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"Lie down. I’ll take over." He was the first person who dared to push me down on the bed and climb on top of me. This incident started because I didn't go all the way into him.

"Go all the way in! Why are you being so gentle?" Those words didn't seem like they would die of old age. He should have been fucked to death in his arms tonight. The reason he didn't go all the way in was because he was still human. I was afraid that he would get hurt. But it seemed like he didn't understand because he was already lost his mind.

"Alright, do your best," I smirked and chose to lie down and watch this kid ride on me. Ah, looking from this angle, the view is really good.

He moved slowly at first, lowering himself carefully until my thing almost slipped out of his channel and then he sat down at once, making me choke. I didn't think he would sit down all the way in at once like this, but it seemed like he was choking just the same. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes like that.

"Satisfied now?" I asked, half-teasing. He bit his lower lip lightly before doing that several more times until I couldn't stand it anymore. It was so exciting, both being rubbed hard and going all the way in a tight space at once. If I could endure it any longer, I didn't know what to say.

"Ah, tsss!" the person on top parted his legs slightly as he sat astride me. He started moving his hips in a slow, deliberate motion, just as I’d taught him before. The last time, he’d been clumsy, but this time he moved with surprising skill, leaving me stunned.

He kept his rhythm for a while before lifting himself slightly and then rolling his hips in a way that made me suck in a sharp breath. Why are you so good? I’ve only taught him once.

"Ah…" I lay there, biting my lip as I watched sweat glisten on his skin, trailing down his body as he moved with such happiness. It wasn’t long before I placed my hands on his shoulders and gently shifted him so he was lying back on the bed.

"Impressive. Just one lesson, and you're already this skilled. In that case, let's finish this up—you're tired, aren't you?" I brushed the sweat from his temple with the back of my hand before leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips. Then, with steady determination, I resumed my movements.

"Mm!" he dug his nails into my arm as his head tilted back. His eyes widened, mouth open, but no sound escaped. Smiling faintly, I continued until I felt him shudder, his body tensing as he finally reached his release.

"Ah… damn, that was good," I collapsed beside him and wrapped him in my arms. I nuzzled into the crook of his neck, planting soft kisses on his cheek.

Fshhh...

“Heh.” I smirked a little after the one who just finished fell asleep unconsciously. Let it be like this.

I was tempted to drift off myself, but I knew I couldn’t yet. Forcing myself up, I took a quick shower and returned with a damp cloth to clean the kid who was still dead asleep on the bed. Just enough to make him comfortable—not sticky or anything—then I called my men to bring me something.

"Feels like my energy’s been completely drained," I glanced at the clock. It was already 4 a.m. That had been intense. But what could I do? This kid was irresistible. At least I’d managed to keep control and not let things get out of hand. Whatever, I need to get some rest now.

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I woke up mid-morning, noticing that he was still fast asleep beside me. My gaze lingered on the faint mark of my bite on the back of this kid’s neck. A small smile tugged at my lips. It surprised me—I’d never planned to bond with any Omega. But what could I do? He looked so much like a Beta that even my men couldn’t tell the difference.

Knock! Knock!

"The documents you requested are here, Boss." I looked up to see Lef walking into the room I was staying in, carrying a stack of documents. I got out of bed and took a seat by the window, accepting the papers from him.

"The kid’s name is Ram. He’s half-Thai. His father is from here, and his mother was Thai. His mother passed away three years ago when he was just starting high school. After the divorce, his father moved in with his mistress and her child. He hasn’t contacted his son since. Not even for his ex-wife’s funeral."

I nodded slowly as Lef continued to report the background of the kid sleeping in the same room as me. His life was rougher than I’d imagined—losing his mom, having a father who left for another woman, and then having to live alone here until he finished school. It was hard not to feel a twinge of sympathy for him.

"Why can he live with his mistress’s child but not his own son, who’s all alone?" Based on the information in Ram’s file, he had family in Thailand—an aunt and a grandmother. So why hadn’t he returned to live with them after his mother passed away?

"It seems he’s completely devoted to his new wife. Plus, her son is an Omega—beautiful, too—unlike this kid, who resembles a Beta more than an Omega. Maybe that’s part of the reason he’s ignored his own child all this time." I nodded in understanding. Not all parents are naturally inclined to care for their children, after all.

"Why didn’t Ram go back to live with his grandmother in Thailand? Why stay here on his own?" That part wasn’t in the report, so I turned to Lef for answers. Lef glanced at Ram, still fast asleep on the bed, before looking back at me.

"Transferring schools and moving to another country is complicated. He stayed in the apartment his father rented for him and his mother for only the first month, until she could get her affairs in order to take him back to Thailand. But then his mother passed away suddenly. I think he decided to stay here because of that. Also, his grandmother was recently diagnosed with lung cancer. I believe that’s why he chose to work here instead—so he could earn money for her treatment."

"To pay for his grandmother’s medical care?" It made sense. Sending money back to Thailand from here would go much further than working there directly. But still, isn’t it too much for a kid to handle? Living alone, taking on such heavy responsibilities, and becoming the family’s sole support at just eighteen—it was too much for someone so young.

"That’s what I’ve gathered."

"And what about the other matter I asked you to look into, the main one?" Lef looked momentarily caught off guard before grabbing his tablet and passing it to me.

"You wanted to know why he seems more like a Beta and why he doesn’t emit the usual Omega pheromones. The truth is, Ram is a recessive-gene Omega. It’s incredibly rare—occurring in only one out of ten thousand Omegas. He’s a special case." I raised an eyebrow. A recessive-gene Omega?

“Is it similar to me being a dominant-gene Alpha?” Unlike typical Alphas, I go into rut more frequently, and suppressants often don’t work on me. I also have a much higher chance of getting an Omega pregnant compared to regular Alphas.

"Exactly. He’s an Omega with more Beta traits. His heat cycle is less frequent than that of typical Omegas, averaging around once every three months at the fastest. Even during his heat, his pheromones hardly cause any reaction. It's so faint that even an Alpha passing by wouldn't pick up on it or enter a rut because of it. Additionally, recessive-gene Omegas have an extremely low likelihood of pregnancy—less than ten percent."

"No wonder you all mistook him for a Beta and brought him to me." Even I hadn’t noticed. Sharing a night together, I hadn’t suspected a thing. And now, thanks to that, we were bonded. What a mess.

"It’s probably because you bonded with him that his scent became stronger. So, are you planning to undo the bond? After all, you only bonded with him because of the misunderstanding." Resting my chin on my hand, I glanced at him, still sleeping soundly on the bed, his brow furrowed even in sleep.

"No. The kid’s interesting. I think I’ll keep him around for now. Go get some rest." Lef nodded, bowing slightly before excusing himself from the room.

"Someone this intriguing, how could I just let him go easily?" I smirked faintly before walking back to lie down beside the person who was frowning at me even in his sleep. Even while asleep, he managed to look like he was annoyed with me.