JADE 1

Who was the first person to say that bald men have strong libidos? I’ve lived my whole life believing that, but I don’t think it’s true.

└ A bald man must have said it. If you’ve got no hair and a weak libido on top of that, who’s going to date you?

“Uwaaaahhh—”

Shoving the keyboard tray all the way in, Jin Sejun stretched. As his broad chest and shoulders straightened, a cracking sound erupted, so loud one might wonder if it came from a human body.

He alternated between the consultation page and an anonymous forum, both shrouded in anxiety and despair, before taking off his non-prescription glasses and pressing firmly on the bridge of his nose.

While leaving kind replies to the hair transplant consultation requests that came through the website, he would sometimes say whatever he wanted in a place where he didn’t have to be so mindful.

A person can’t always be in 100-percent-kind-manager-mode. Especially since Jin Sejun was not, by nature, a very affectionate person.

Anyone would agree that male entities, particularly Alphas, are under less pressure regarding ‘a neat appearance’ compared to Omegas.

However, it seems even money and power can’t do anything about the hair loss gene passed down through generations. So here, at this men’s hair transplant specialty clinic, even ‘Alpha males’ who lacked nothing socially would often show a timid side.

The more people worried, grew anxious, and stressed about it, the more clients there would be, so from Jin Sejun’s perspective, it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

‘Deficiency’.

There was a time when he thought such a shabby word would never have a place in his life. He had enjoyed making money so far, and he was also pleased to have hit something of a career high as a consultation manager.

But these days, life was not only boring but also felt empty. That’s why, in the middle of work, he would sometimes leave the hospital’s website to post mischievous comments where those worried about hair loss gathered, or…

‘Judging by the pattern of his video uploads, it seems like he sleeps at night and is awake during the day. He’s got a great body and a pretty dick. I want to smell his pheromones. …But it’d be disgusting since it’s an Alpha’s.’

…Watching other people’s masturbation videos was Jin Sejun’s only pleasure these days.

Previously, he had almost blasted the sound of some man’s masturbation all over the neighborhood when he accidentally connected his phone to the hospital lobby’s speaker. He had even switched back to wired earphones because of it, so it was almost an addiction.

If anyone who knew him found out about this, they would have wondered why he was resorting to voyeurism instead of just meeting an Omega.

His looks are perfect. His personality isn’t half bad either. If someone appeared who would love Jin Sejun unconditionally, he was confident he could treat them really well. He had never been in a proper relationship, but if he were bound by the title of ‘lover,’ he was ready to give them his all, gall bladder and everything else.

Just think of how many promiscuous scumbags there were in the world who viewed Omegas as their possessions. Having been part of Alpha social circles for several years, Jin Sejun knew at least that much.

And the Omegas who fell for such Alphas would, pitifully, fall head over heels if their partner showed them just a little respect as a person and pretended to be just slightly affectionate.

‘Alphas like that should die.’

Any Alpha who brought tears to an Omega’s eyes deserved to die.

Jin Sejun, who as an Alpha could warmly embrace even the holistically fragile parts of such pitiful Omegas; Jin Sejun, who would ensure his perfect Omega wouldn’t have to lift a finger if they appeared; Jin Sejun, who had substantial savings and was set to earn even more unless a revolutionary way to eradicate the hair loss gene was discovered—he was the ideal Alpha that Omegas would drool over.

He believed no other Alpha could compete with him, so unlike other guys who disliked their own kind, he had little hostility towards those of the same sub-gender.

Perhaps that’s why he had the peace of mind to consistently watch not only Omegas thirsty for love who ran so-called ‘sex accounts,’ but also Alphas?

He was particularly focused on a ridiculous account that used the nickname ‘Beta,’ despite the user being an Alpha.

—Ah, ugh… haah. Keut.

The suppressed moans traveling up the earphone cord were pitiful. Was he living with his parents, seeing as he was holding back this much? It would be nice if the lighting in the room were a little brighter.

Towards the end of his masturbation, his swollen genitals—a characteristic of an Alpha in heat—bobbed up and down. Many Omega sex accounts were writhing as they tried to talk to him, but ‘Beta’ didn’t seem very pleased by the great support. No, there was no reaction at all, to begin with.

That account, which only posted masturbation videos without any comments, didn’t have much recognition when Jin Sejun first discovered it. But now, a few weeks later, its follower count had exploded both domestically and internationally.

Seemingly surprised by this, ‘Beta’ hadn’t uploaded any new videos for a while. A truly peculiar Alpha.

As Jin Sejun was steadying his slightly ragged breath, his desktop messenger chimed.

Number Two: I told you to just say you got a hair transplant here when you do consultations.

Me: Piss off.

Meanwhile, his second-oldest brother, the director of this men’s hair transplant specialty plastic surgery clinic, ‘The Miracle of Moses,’ constantly urged him to lie—to say that his neat hairline wasn’t natural but was born from this very clinic.

Mixing a beautiful Alpha and a beautiful Omega doesn’t always produce a beautiful result. Jin Sejun’s parents and siblings were ordinary, but Jin Sejun was clearly a beautiful result who had won the genetic lottery.

Perhaps that’s why he grew up with an even greater sense of pride. Jin Sejun’s second brother had brought him into this clinic solely based on his face and his silver tongue. Having a plastic surgery consultation manager who was handsome enough to be a celebrity’s runner-up could only be a plus, never a minus.

Jin Sejun was so brimming with confidence in his appearance that he even wore non-prescription glasses to tone down his impression, lest he intimidate the clients.

It was also his second brother who had gotten him to start styling his hair with pomade and wearing suits from a tailor shop.

Jin Sejun was, by nature, a man who enjoyed grooming and lived off his own sense of awesomeness. But lately, with no one to show it off to but his clients, it was also true that he’d started to think it was a waste of time.

Number Two: It’s not like you have anything to lose. Just say I did it for you.

Number Two: What are you going to do by appealing to them that you’re a natural beauty? It’s not like you’re going to sleep with the patients.

Number Two: Hey

Number Two: …..

Number Two: You’re not hitting on the clients, are you?

Me: You crazy bastard, of course not.

He wished he could hit on the clients. The thought that he hadn’t been entirely immune to the idea was what made him even more pissed off.

It’s only natural for an Alpha—and a high-spec one at that—to have his head filled with nothing but sex if he’s past thirty and still a virgin. That was why Jin Sejun was even more obsessed with the ‘old wive’s tale that bald men have strong libidos’ than any bald man.

The moment he saw a client who was also a sub-gender, his eyes would go wild, and he would end up imagining them having sex, gauging the correlation between their hair follicle density and libido, and even the size of their nose, which was often mentioned in a similar context.

If an Alpha client came in, he would mentally pair them with a suitable Omega and guess their style in bed. In that process, a virtual Jin Sejun in peak condition, utilizing 100 percent of his potential, always easily defeated that Alpha.

In the case of Omega clients, he had honestly imagined them in his arms many times. He would eventually stop out of a sense of futility, but anyway, if his thoughts had been played out beside his head, he would have been handcuffed long ago for public indecency and sexual harassment.

And yet, Jin Sejun was too attractive to be considered starved for such things. That’s why people often had conversations that presumed he had made many Omegas cry.

When he was younger, he thought he’d find someone in college. Then he thought it would happen after he got a job. But now, he knew it would never happen.

If he had known things would turn out this way, he would have played around a bit before college.

Other conditions didn’t matter. It was because Alpha Jin Sejun, who was flawless on the outside, had a problem with his pheromones.

“Manager~. The director asked me to give this to you.”

The employee who opened the consultation room door spoke with a smile, but after taking two steps inside, he scrunched up his entire face.

“Was the last client an Omega?”

“Huh? Ah…”

The employee was an Omega. Having experienced a similar situation before, he neurotically sprayed the deodorizer that he himself had brought in.

“I just really, really hate it when these Omegas go around leaving their scent in front of Alphas.”

“Hahahahahahaha…”

“Manager, you seem like the type who would leave a trail of pheromones with every step, but you never do. Some of the decent Alphas do it without a second thought. But if you can’t change the Alphas, then the Omegas should be the ones to be careful.”

Pheromones? I must have left some just now. While watching a dirty video at work, no less… though an Alpha’s masturbation video probably wouldn’t count as an object of arousal.

In any case, he wouldn’t be able to say those were his own pheromones, even with a knife to his throat.

“A well-mannered Alpha is so cool.”

The man, who was particularly strict with his fellow Omegas, approached, speaking in a suggestive tone. It wasn’t just clients; even employees were often captivated by Jin Sejun’s appearance, so it was safe to say the world was his golden oyster bed.

If only it weren’t for this damned pheromone abnormality!

As he tried to sidle up flirtatiously, his face hardened again at the thickening pheromones of his own kind as he neared the consultation table.

Then, as if disgusted, he started spraying the deodorizer all over Jin Sejun as if he were a breeding ground for germs that needed to be eradicated.

“Ah, so rude. What kind of Omega takes a pheromone shower in a public place?”

Pheromones from the same sub-gender generally have the effect of stimulating aggression or displeasure. The same scent that might be fragrant to the opposite sub-gender causes… not a bad smell like manure or body odor, but a physical discomfort like a hormonal imbalance for the same sub-gender.

So it wasn’t unreasonable for him to be so on edge. Even if it weren’t this man, who usually hated his own kind more and was head-over-heels for Alphas, any ordinary Omega would have reacted the same way.

Left alone in the consultation room, Jin Sejun gloomily opened the window. He thought the deodorizer would have been enough, but he couldn’t shake the thought that even his ability to control his pheromones seemed to have weakened.

A perfectly fine shell with a rotten core, a defective man who can’t even act like an Alpha…

His mood was shot. He should just wrap things up quickly, go home, have a drink, and watch ‘Beta’s’ videos before bed. As it happened, there was only one consultation client left.

Knock, knock.

After the sound of a careful knock, a large shadow quietly opened the door. Putting back on the glasses he had taken off, Jin Sejun greeted him with a wide smile.

“Welcome, you must be Mr. Kwon Joowan? I’m Manager Jin Sejun, and I’ll be assisting you with your consultation.”

“Hello.”

Even without considering appearance or pheromones, there was a kind of sixth sense that reacted between sub-genders. Though it was difficult to distinguish between Alphas and Omegas.

The client looked like an Alpha at a glance, but strangely, there was nothing that one would typically sense from a sub-gender.

‘Is that a wig? No, it’s his own hair. Why is he here? He’s just plain handsome.’

His jet-black hair was glossy and thick. His appearance made it difficult to even guess his purpose for being here, but the melancholic air about him was similar to that of other hair loss clients.

“Wow, I thought you were some kind of celebrity, not a consultant. Is that why everyone recommended this place?”

And it was unexpected that, despite his subdued eyes, he started the small talk quite cheerfully with the corners of his mouth lifted.