If I had my way, I’d want to remove all the alpha bastards from the school. But since I realistically couldn’t do that, I had compromised a lot. It wasn’t impossible if Father increased the donations.
For the alpha professors who were excluded this way, they could just be given generous overseas training or research funding for a few years.
Just until Han Yeoul attends school. At least, as long as alphas don’t “naturally” exist by his side.
“I’m confident, Father. But…”
“But?”
“Yeoul is so pretty that I can’t do anything about places I can’t see. Yeoul doesn’t even know how much he enchants alphas.”
“Hmm…, well.”
I thought Father would naturally call me something like “doting fool,” but for some reason, Father agreed with me.
“Yeoul does have that side to him. The kid is too innocent.”
“Exactly!”
“But I also have a condition.”
Father said, closing the documents he was looking at with a ‘thud.’
“I won’t ask you to join the company.”
“We already finished talking about that. You said you wouldn’t care what work I did.”
“That’s why I said I won’t ask you to join the company.”
“Then?”
“Instead…, do something that helps the company. Whatever it is.”
Something that helps the company…
“Then I’ll clear out all the alphas around Yeoul.”
“Can you promise that?”
“Of course. I’m not exactly pleased to see those bug bastards swarming around Yeoul either.”
The deal was successful. That’s how I officially removed alphas from Han Yeoul’s side.
Han Yeoul didn’t notice this fact for a while. Then eventually one day, he spoke with a face full of concern.
“Can this even happen?”
“Hm? What?”
“I mean, in this world there are three types of traits—alpha, omega, and beta—so why is it that there are only omegas around me?”
Why? Because I removed them all.
Don’t worry about that, just comfortably go to school, Han Yeoul. With me.
I lightly kissed his lips. Still, I can’t make my omega upset.
“I heard that when people of the same trait gather around you, it means that person has a good nature. Our Yeoul must really have a good nature.”
At my words, Han Yeoul tilted his head. So cute. Barely holding back from kissing his cheek, I looked at him with a smiling face, and he said,
“I… don’t think I’m that good of a person though?”
No. You’re the kindest person I know, Yeoul-ah. I’ve never seen a child with a nature as good as yours. From the moment I first saw you until now, you’ve always treated people and treated me with a good and solid heart.
You’re an angel.
My angelic omega, Han Yeoul.
“That’s something other people judge, not yourself, Yeoul-ah.”
I tousled Han Yeoul’s fluffy hair. I felt good every time the soft strands of hair slipped through my fingers. Han Yeoul’s pheromones, faintly released, felt good.
Han Yeoul wouldn’t know. How much of my pheromones I’m pouring on him to suppress Han Yeoul’s pheromones.
If I don’t do that, Han Yeoul’s pheromones are so sweet that I don’t know what kind of flies might swarm, so I have no choice. Sometimes because of that, I end up attracting underdeveloped omegas though.
“Hey, am I a puppy?”
As I keep petting his head like that for a while, Han Yeoul asks with a pouty face. Haa… So cute. Since he’s pretty and cute too, I keep wanting to touch him and hold him. I want to put that pouty cheek in my mouth in one bite and chew it up.
“Why…, do you want to do something other than this?”
I pulled Han Yeoul’s slender waist into my arms. I deliberately released my pheromones thickly. I wanted to caress and lick Han Yeoul’s entire body. Han Yeoul, who was staggering as the strength gradually left his legs and leaning on me, raised his arms, wrapped his hands around my neck, and bit my lips.
As soon as his soft lips touched mine, I sucked them in as if I’d devour them. Delicious. More delicious than anything else in the world, Han Yeoul’s lips.
Opening his lips and intertwining our tongues while exchanging hot breaths, I could feel Han Yeoul’s lower half gradually getting wet. Han Yeoul’s pheromones also wafted over as thickly as my pheromones. Sweet. So sweet. Enough to melt my whole body.
“Haa, Yeoul-ah. You know what?”
“Heu, hm?”
“You’re really… delicious.”
The most delicious in the world. So much that I want to lick and devour you all and lock you inside me.
“Seonjae-ya.”
“Yeah?”
“I think you’re really a good person.”
Saying I’m a good person with a face heated up like that. This is why I can’t let you go outside with peace of mind. Calling an alpha who’s thinking about devouring you a good person.
“I really like you, Seonjae-ya.”
Fuck. Han Yeoul, what should I do with that pretty thing?
“If I’m a person with a good nature, it’s entirely thanks to you.”
“Thanks to me?”
“Yeah. Because you’re here, my heart has room. Because you’re here, each day is joyful and happy, so if good energy comes from me, it’s entirely thanks to you, Seonjae-ya.”
What should I do with this pretty omega who says I’m becoming a good person thanks to him, not knowing that I’m narrowing his world?
“Our Yeoul… really speaks so prettily too. That’s why everyone recognizes your good nature.”
Anxiously.
“I’m the one who gets called a good person thanks to you. I’m happy, Yeoul-ah.”
I’ll only be a good person in front of you, Han Yeoul. Because that’s the only way you can smile. If I can see you smile, I can do anything.
My world is you, Han Yeoul. So I wish your world was entirely me too.
“This… seems right.”
An unfamiliar back of the head. I know all the people who take the same lectures as Han Yeoul, but that’s definitely an unfamiliar back of the head. Who is it? If they came looking for Han Yeoul, they’re a shitfly bastard, and if not, it’s none of my business, but I should check…
“Oh? Yoo Seonjae!”
You… know me?
From the looks of it, it’s an alpha bastard I’m seeing for the first time, so why are you acting familiar?
“It’s me, me! Don’t you recognize me?”
Why should I know you? Do I need to know alpha bastards? Since I don’t even remember, you don’t seem to be a very important person either… Wait, that bastard, isn’t that Kim something? Kim Yeongho?
“It’s me, Kim Yeonghyo!”
Ah, right. Kim Yeonghyo. That’s right. A loser bastard who went to the same high school.
“So glad to see you! I knew we went to the same school, but it was surprisingly hard to find you.”
“Really? What brings you here?”
“Ah… I wanted to see Yeoul.”
…Fuck.
I knew it. There’s no reason for a bastard I don’t even remember to come looking for me. Why do you want to see Han Yeoul? You two weren’t even particularly close. I already have a bad impression of this guy because Han Yeoul took care of him for a while.
Kim Yeonghyo was a bread shuttle.
Unlike the kids who had already manifested as alphas, omegas, and betas respectively, Kim Yeonghyo was pre-manifestation, so he was literally treated like a “child” by the other kids. Since he had a small build and a timid personality, it was his daily routine to not know what to do and cry pitifully when kids bullied him.
The kind-hearted Han Yeoul felt sorry for Kim Yeonghyo, so he bought and carried bread for that bastard instead when going to school in the morning.
Originally, all that bread was mine, but at some point, one or two of that bastard’s bread started sneaking into my bread, and eventually there was more of that bastard’s share than my share in the armful of bread Han Yeoul bought in the morning.
Watching Han Yeoul smile with those pretty eyes crinkled at me while eating the bread he carefully chose and brought while thinking of me in the morning—what great happiness that was, and that bastard stole a share of that happiness.
Even when Kim Yeonghyo said it was okay, Han Yeoul’s nature was too kind to just leave him alone. He would just say, ‘What’s so hard about buying a few more while I’m buying mine anyway, it’s okay,’ and smile.
Because what he bought as ‘mine’ was mine, I didn’t want to see that sight.
The ones making him run bread errands were all worthless nobodies. Just because they were alphas, acting like they were something, doing that shit to a kid who hadn’t even manifested yet—it annoyed me too.
“Hey.”
“Yeah?”
When I approached those guys who were giggling amongst themselves after receiving bread from Kim Yeonghyo, I saw it in their eyes. The appearance of powerless mongrel bastards cowering before a predator stronger than themselves.
“Don’t make him run bread errands.”
“We didn’t do anything…, he likes doing it.”
“Would you make your dad run bread errands?”
