CH 11

If you have a strong male identity and suddenly hear that you are a woman, can you just nonchalantly accept it and move on?

Because of that, Junkyung quit the sport he had been doing all his life. It was the cataclysm of a lifetime, and its aftermath was still shaking Joon-Kyung even after nearly 10 years. There would be no females who see Omega male as a man.

The women treated Jun-kyung comfortably. So comfortable that if even if it’s not said, anyone can hear that Junkyung is like gay who can’t get involved with women. No one believes in the biological fact that Omega Man has absolutely no flaws in their sexual functioning as a man.

There were times when he was a freshman he flirted with one or two female friends while hiding the fact that he was an omega. However, it never developed into a relationship. Rumors of Omega spread out and both of them were quickly intimidated by the gazes around them filled with curiosity.

Even finding an alpha woman who wants an omega man was hard to find. He might get pregnant by accident. His hair turned white just thinking about it.

Fear combined to form disgust. In addition, alpha males were excluded from his list from the beginning.

As soon as he entered the house, he went straight to his bathroom. He was so drunk that he felt uncomfortable. A cold stream of water from the shower fell directly on the scalp. It took a while for the cold water to soak his skin to cool the heat inside.

He took the water flowing down his head with his two hands and poured it over his face. After rubbing his cold scalp, he subtly lifted his long bangs upwards. As he tilted his neck, a stream of water hit his heart.

“Whoa.”

A long cold breath came out. He turned and splashed water on his back for a while before he switched to hot water. Little by little, his muscles, which had been tightly contracted, relaxed. As his whole body lost strength, his thighs also loosened. As soon as another long sigh came through his lips, he sensed an abnormality in his body.

“Ugh.”

He bit his lower lip and stopped sighing. A deep wrinkle crept into his forehead. An excruciating discomfort from the lower backbone spread throughout his body.

His gaze fell down. He stepped on the bathroom floor tile and saw only his feet and fresh tap water. Even though the water was clear with no soap bubbles, it looked dirty to Jun-kyung.

He cursed and hit the bathroom wall with his fist.

When he worked as a bodyguard, he often went hungry because he could not leave his seat to closely monitor client. It was not uncommon for his stomach to churn because he missed dinner.

Even though he had to go to work early tomorrow morning, he couldn’t resist the temptation to drink. Even though he was in front of his older brother, he recounted client-related issues. He was disqualified as a promising professional bodyguard.

Jun-kyung came out of the bathroom with the water dripping and opened the cabinet above the built-in sink. He put his hand deep inside and picked up one of the mugs that had been turned inside out. In the mug, there was a medicine box for omega hormones that was prescribed every half year. It was commonly referred to as an estrous inhibitor.

After pouring two white pills into his mouth, he drank the bottled water from the refrigerator. After smashing the bottle of water, he opened the built-in closet just behind him and pulled out two towels. One wiped the body and the other was laid on the bed.

Since he become an omega after his masculinity identity was published, his mind was very resistant to being an omega. That soon led to hatred and rejection of sex itself that he hasn’t done anything that any healthy male does since sophomore year of high school.

At first, it was said that the estrus was unstable and the intervals were not uniform, so there was a possibility that the manifestation itself would be blurred. He has high hopes, but fate wasn’t on Jun-kyung’s side.

It was fortunate that he had little tolerance to hormones. It is easy to calm down if he take medicine.

The doctor was concerned about the possibility of infertility because he was late as an omega and the symptoms of estrus were also vague. However, Jun-kyung hoped that his unstable body would be infertile as it is. Despite that, his estrus became more stable as time passed, and eventually settled down to once every half a year.

The fertility level was at 3 out of 10 levels prescribed by medicine. Since stage 4 is considered normal, a person with a strong identity as an omega usually goes to an infertility clinic when diagnosed with stage 3 or lower.

But Junkyung was an exception. Rather, he wished that the level would drop at each regular check-up once a year.

When the medical staff say, “I’m sorry, but it’s the third level” they all had expressions of disappointment for Junkyung and misunderstood. He couldn’t afford to throw away the infertility clinic brochure that the friendly nurse kindly handed him, so he threw it somewhere in the car.

As his resistance to hormones was low, the effect was minimal. When he wake up from a good night’s sleep, he return to his normal condition.

Jun-kyung, who was lying on the bed without drying his wet hair, pulled up a thin blanket with a frown on his face. He was fortunate enough to drink. Before the dog-like feeling caused insomnia, Jun-kyung fell into a good night’s sleep.

Onec during his career as an athlete, he often stays in camps. To that extent, he sees all kinds of primitive things among the same players. In particular, during judo competitions in which the body collides with the another body, there are many cases where the body bumps violently and touches the bare skin or vital points. A person who is shy about such things can be said to be rather bizarre.

It was the same when he was learning various martial arts when he was a bodyguard. Isn’t it impossible to suppress dangerous people from approaching the bodyguards? In other words, Jun-kyung was used to physical contact regardless of gender.

But this was different. He twisted his body away and at the same time pressed his hands and forearms against Director Min’s thick chest. He gave it quite a bit of strength, but the other person didn’t move. It was like pushing against a wall of a large building.

“Director Min?”

“Hyun-seung.” Even in this situation, the other person stubbornly corrected the name.

“Hyun-seung.”

“Yes, Jun-kyung.” Taking the lessons from previous failures, Junkyung thought he could match Director Min this time. Unfortunately, Managing Director Min went on his own.

Seeing Jun-kyung, who can’t hide his embarrassment, Executive Director Min raised an eyebrow brazenly. “If the negotiation goes well, I gently pat the back of the other party. Haven’t you see it on television?”

Athletes usually use this gesture of slightly patting the back after a match, but do the rich people of the upper classes who wear three-piece suits do it? I thought it was all about shaking hands with a hypocritical welcome while exchanging external documents signed with a high-quality fountain pen.

“Oh, yes.” Well, the trend these days seems to be different. Even the upper classes often have parties with athletes and celebrities, mainly in their 20s and 30s, so they may have naturally learned such a gesture.

It was difficult to imagine Executive Director Min Hyun-seung enjoying a party full of celebrities.

He has to manage to imitate being a lover in the short time, so he decided to stay together at a hotel. The presidential suite has a room among rooms, boasting a larger square footage than the place where Junkyung live. There were even other bedrooms besides the main bedroom.

Executive Director Min took out a briefcase from somewhere and start working. Meanwhile, Jun-kyung washed and changed clothes. His luxurious pajamas were already stocked. It looked like a service attached to the room, as it was neatly tied with a hotel ribbon.

It was a gray silk nightgown and it was a good size. It felt strange when the smooth cloth touched his bare skin. A t-shirt and a large trunk are more comfortable, but he doesn’t have them right now.

He went to Executive Director Min to say that he would rest first. There seems to be a study as well, but Director Min was concentrating on his laptop and pad spread out on a small table in the living room where he was talking with Jun-kyung earlier.

Now that he see, the back of the vest and the back of Executive Director Min were similar in color to the hotel pajamas. As his body is unique, the vest, which is clearly tailored to his body, showed off his wide back and waist rather than hiding it. A white dress shirt contrasting with a dark vest further emphasized the broad shoulders.

‘If I had a body like that, winning an Olympic gold medal wouldn’t be my dream.’ Junkyung was envious. If it wasn’t for the manifestation of Omega, would he have grown that much? Nope, I don’t think so.

“Director…..Hyun-seung.”

“Yes.”

Executive Director Min raised his head and looked at Jun-kyung and paused a bit. Is it just my imagination that the machine-like gaze quickly scans me from head to toe? It happened so quickly that it was difficult to react. Jun-kyung touched his half-wet hair with his hand.

“Can I rest first? I’m a little tired.”

“Okay. Use that big bed over there.”

“All right.”

His back stung going back. He thought it was just an illusion, but when he glanced back from the door, it was no illusion at all. Executive Director Min was looking at him the whole time. Due to the eye contact, Jun-kyung blinked slightly and closed the door tightly.