SPW 30

The light dinner he had eaten came back up. The pheromones of the adult alphas, which began to entangle Sarang’s entire body like a net, were as repulsive and filthy as sewage. The men who stood before Sarang, who was flailing and retching as if he had fallen into a cesspool, gasped for breath, panting hard, and flashed vile smiles.

“When an adult tells you to stop, you should stop!”

“You ill-mannered brat!”

“You disrespectful punk!”

The men, who had almost suffered from respiratory distress from chasing Sarang, began to take out their frustration by kicking him. Thud, thud—. A man grabbed the hair of Sarang, who was curled up and trying to defend himself, and began to drag him back the way they came.

“Hey, kid, who said we were going to make you do something you don’t want to?”

“If someone told me this one job would make a 1.4 billion won debt disappear, I’d thank them and bow, you bastard!”

“Once you get into it, you’ll probably be crying tears of gratitude and groveling, begging for more.”

Sarang, who was dragged along by the cackling men, struggled to get away and was hit a few more times before his body went limp.

“Damn, he’s fast.”

“No kidding he’s a soccer player, that scared the crap out of me.”

One of the men, finally showing his true colors, slung Sarang over his shoulder and headed back to the church.

The men mercilessly poured out their pheromones to ensure Sarang couldn’t move at all. It was an act akin to giving an omega a pheromone shower. An omega exposed to a pheromone shower would become repeatedly aroused until they lost their mind and went into pheromone shock, whereas an alpha, unable to overcome the revulsion, would vomit blood and show abnormal symptoms. An alpha who lost their reason was like an unbridled beast and could even harm others. However, a minor or a recessive alpha would simply complain of revulsion and vomit blood, as if they were helplessly caught on an electric wire.

“Shit, this is pissing me off.”

“Don’t touch him yet, he’s merchandise.”

“You ignored him when they asked you to sell him, so what’s with the change of heart this time?”

At the man’s question, Mark, who was chewing on drug-laced gum, grinned.

“Back then, there was nothing to squeeze out of him.”

“We all shit-talked you for secretly looking out for him because he was your childhood friend.”

“Does a childhood friend put food on the table? Ah, but our Sarang will feed us well from now on.”

“You creepy bastard.”

Mark, who had already sat down in front of Sarang and was tapping his sweat-drenched cheeks, tsk, tsk, pretended not to hear the insult.

“Why isn’t Luke here yet?”

“I’m here, you bastard.”

Luke, who appeared from one side of the nave, took a drag and exhaled a mouthful of smoke as he walked. The cigarette held between his thin, rough fingers was marijuana that Mark had sold him.

“This him?”

“Yeah, the brat you’re going to fuck.”

“He looks pretty damn delicate. Did you get his consent?”

“Consent my ass. If you don’t want to see something nasty, take off your clothes and do as you’re told.”

“Goddamn alpha bastards.”

Luke, who unbuckled his belt while grumbling, sucked the marijuana down to the end and threw away the butt. It was an incredibly easy task to straddle Sarang, who was lying on an old mattress in the middle of the room with its walls all crumbled. Moreover, this little alpha kid was limp from being beaten down by the pheromones of other alphas. His rut symptoms were showing, perhaps because the suppressant he took was a cheap one. At this rate, it would be a piece of cake to make him get an erection and knot inside his stomach. He felt he could do as Mark demanded, make him take his cock from below and knot inside his stomach.

You poor thing, little master, you’ve got such a pretty face.

Luke, who sat on Sarang’s thighs while chuckling, began to undo the belt of the unconscious alpha. The three cameras were recording the scene. Knotting a partner who was not one’s mate was a morally condemned act. If Mark edited this video well, he could get his hands on a lot of money.

He could threaten Sarang’s sugar daddy, who was said to be one of those aristocrats who would die for their honor, and extort money. If the man acted like it was none of his business, he could make Sarang turn tricks and multiply his money. Then, when Sarang became an even bigger star than he was now, the plan to threaten him and extort as much money as he wanted was perfect no matter how he thought about it.

With the leagues all over the world already in an uproar over knotting scandals, the aristocrat wouldn’t want to draw attention either.

“…”

Still, after picking up nothing but trash off the streets, it feels pretty good to be about to fuck such a pretty kid. Look at that fair skin. His muscles are soft and tender, too.

Luke, who was humming a tune as he pulled down Sarang’s pants, froze as he was about to take off his underwear. The pheromones rushing from behind him were so strong they were suffocating. Luke, who finally got a gushing nosebleed, was grabbed by the scruff of his neck and dragged off the bed by someone who then glanced at him.

“Huh?”

It was Florian Dietrich Wellington.

“Uh—uh—?”

Prince Florian, whom no one in the Commonwealth of Nations could fail to recognize, was right in front of Luke’s eyes. It felt so unreal that Luke, who was stuttering incoherently, was met with a gaze filled with clear contempt.

“If this were the United States, I would have shot you.”

Even the icy voice was elegant.

“You should be grateful that the Commonwealth is a country with gun control.”

Florian, who tossed out the words as if spitting on a dirty vermin, soon got onto the bed. In truth, in terms of filth, that old bed was probably a million times dirtier than Luke, but that aristocrat didn’t hesitate for a second to kneel on it.

Damn, these dominant bastards.

Luke, terrified by the dominant omega’s pheromones that seemed to be crushing him, couldn’t move easily. Luke, who was trembling as he sat on the floor where he’d landed, barely managed to turn his body over.

“Gasp.”

He had been wondering where the bastards who had dragged him here had gone, and there they were, beaten to a pulp and sprawled on the ground. The five alphas looked like mashed dough, but Mark’s condition in particular was alarming.

No, when did this happen. Who.

The terrified Luke didn’t even dare to think of running away when he sensed a presence in front of him. Florian wasn’t alone. Two large figures in casual attire appeared before Luke. Luke was hit in the face and fainted right away, foaming at the mouth. Soon, the junkie omega, the five adult alphas, and the one beta were cleared away like trash.

“Sarang.”

Florian, who knelt on the filthy mattress, carefully placed his hand on Sarang’s deathly pale cheek. The soft cheek, drenched in a cold sweat, was ice-cold.

“Sarang, can you hear my voice?”

Even at the low question, Sarang didn’t stir. Florian, no longer fixated on Sarang’s consciousness, checked his breathing and pulse and lifted the young alpha into his arms. There were no signs of acute addiction from omega pheromones or the side effects of suppressants. It was closer to the symptoms of a rut. The suppressants must have been of poor quality, as their effects had worn off, and the barrage of adult alpha pheromones had messed with the young alpha’s hormones. The solution was simple. After getting into the car, Florian immediately set the destination for the mansion.

“Wake up the doctor. Have him prepare a relaxant.”

Miller, who had cleaned up the trash and personally collected and disposed of the cameras, stepped on the accelerator.

Florian, who looked worriedly at Sarang with his round head resting on his thigh, gently stroked his damp hair and pale cheeks. If they delayed any longer, he would show withdrawal symptoms.

Those bastards, I should have shot them.

Miller in the driver’s seat and Allen in the passenger seat, with hardened faces, watched Florian through the rearview mirror as he muttered curses under his breath and took care of Sarang, before quickly looking away.

I’ve seen some strange things in my life, but this takes the cake.

It was the thought that simultaneously crossed both men’s minds.

“It would have been dangerous if you were even a little later.”

“Doctor, do you say that every time you see me?”

“Because every time I see you, you’re either seriously injured, waking up from unconsciousness, or bringing in a critically ill patient like this. Boss.”

“What’s the kid’s condition?”

At the unspoken command to stop the idle chatter and get back to his job, the doctor readily complied. It was clear that provoking Florian in a situation like this would, nine times out of ten, result in an explosion.

“It didn’t go as far as acute addiction. That’s thanks to you performing first aid with your omega pheromones on the way here, Boss.”

The doctor paused for a moment and looked at Florian with a look of disbelief.

“You didn’t engage in any sexual contact, did you? This child is still a min…”

“Doctor. Is life boring you? Or is Canton City dull?”

“Of course not, Boss.”

Then again, Florian, who was surprisingly sensible unlike when he was on the job, probably wouldn’t have touched this mere child. Above all, the only thing this kid had in common with the partners Florian had dealt with so far was the fact that he was a dominant alpha. Florian’s partners, without a single exception until now, had been of a similar age, similar build, and dominant alphas.

“Since five alphas poured their pheromones on him, it must have been as painful as being in a horrific car accident. It’s fortunate that not all five alphas were dominants. If their plan had proceeded as they intended, Kim would have knotted that omega. For Kim, who was suffocating on alpha pheromones, an omega—even a recessive one at that. An omega’s pheromones would have been like a ray of light, so his body would have reacted on its own before his consciousness even returned.”

“Are you saying the relaxant is enough?”

“Yes. Kim is very healthy.”

“Is that something to say in front of a kid who’s passed out and unconscious right now?”

“It is my official opinion as a doctor, Boss. Because Kim is very healthy, both mentally and physically, he didn’t suffer any indelible damage from another’s pheromones. If there had been permanent damage to his secondary gender, Kim’s future would have been bleak.”

He would have lived his entire life with unstable pheromones or transformed into a recessive and died from illness. Of course, becoming a soccer player would have been out of the question.