Chapter 1: Double Suicide
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The sky hung heavily with dark clouds, occasionally accompanied by rumbling thunder. Soon, the suppressed gloom that had persisted for half a day finally erupted. The earth was instantly overturned by a cathartic downpour, obscuring the distance.
In the kitchen, chicken soup bubbled and steamed.
With her hands wiping on her apron, Mrs. Song hurriedly closed the windows in the western hall. The clamor brought by the torrential rain subsided momentarily. She swiftly fetched a mop from the utility room and cleaned the slightly damp floor. Only then did she wipe the sweat from her forehead.
“Xiao Mo?” Mrs. Song called out but received no response. She craned her neck and looked towards the dining room, only to realize that Wen Mo was no longer there. She murmured to herself, turned down the heat, and began searching around.
“Sigh, there you are. I was wondering where you were.” Mrs. Song sighed with relief as she found Wen Mo, who was completely absorbed in watching the television. On the screen, there was a military announcement about searching for the source of a corpse.
“…Recently, in Xi River, a severely damaged presumed Omega body with extensive destruction of the reproductive organs has been discovered… The deceased was 178 centimeters tall, aged between 28 and 31…”
The face of the body on the screen was blurred, but its terrifying and gruesome appearance was still evident.
Mrs. Song was a timid Beta and quickly averted her gaze, muttering, “In such chaotic time, Omega shouldn’t…..”
She glanced at Wen Mo and held back the second half of her sentence — these days, the O Rights Organization had been causing quite a commotion. Mrs. Song didn’t want to speak politically incorrect words in this situation. However, she silently added in her heart: Omegas shouldn’t wander around outside.
Wen Mo seemed as if he heard her thoughts. A faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips, a vague and ambiguous expression that couldn’t be fully understood. His gaze remained fixed on that chaotic face on the screen. It was as if he could see something distant and unattainable through the mosaic, his dark pupils emitted a strange light. Soon, the screen went dark, and Wen Mo put down the remote control.
“Mrs. Song.” His voice was soft, carrying a faint sense of having recovered from an illness. “I’m going to take a nap.”
“But… you haven’t had your porridge yet,” Mrs. Song hesitated. Wen Mo had been having a low-grade fever these past few days and had just started to improve. He needed proper rest.
Wen Mo had already pulled out a small blanket and closed his eyes. “It’s fine, we’ll talk about it later.”
Although Mrs. Song usually had a lot to say, she refrained from speaking and quietly left the room. She took a look at Wen Mo, who was lying on the sofa with his body slightly hunched. He seemed to be sleeping, resembling a delicate ornament within this villa.
An ornament, Mrs. Song thought. In reality, that was exactly what he was. Despite enjoying a luxurious lifestyle, he couldn’t change the fact that he was essentially a decoration — beautiful, obedient, that the sole value of his presence in this villa.
Decades ago, perhaps Omegas were considered rare and precious resources for the Federation. After all, the continuation of the population and the physical comfort of Alphas required the participation of Omegas. However, with the exponential growth of technology, the birth of Population Reproduction Center and synthetic Omega pheromones, Omega’s unique role in high-quality reproduction and calming Alphas’ spirits had been completely eliminated. Omega was no longer valuable. A powerful Alpha no longer needed Omega to reproduce even stronger Alphas, nor did they require Omega to soothe their restless souls. Fragile and troublesome Omegas appeared to be an expendable aspect of society.
Although it was difficult for people to imagine in the past, today’s general consensus is that the Omega population should have long been eliminated as an inferior race. However, the acknowledgment of such a fact is inconvenient due to certain ideological “appropriateness.”
However, data was undeniably concrete. At least in the recent years’ records of baby production from the Population Reproduction Center, there were hardly any traces of Omega. The social living space of Omega had visibly contracted, which was why the protests by the O Rights Organization had intensified in recent years.
But what did it matter? It couldn’t change anything.
Mrs. Song couldn’t help but look at Wen Mo’s profile with a touch of pity. Although she didn’t hold Omegas in high regard like others, she was undeniably a kind-hearted person. She thought to herself that fortunately, Mr. Huo was not lacking in material wealth, and being an attractive ornament wasn’t the worst situation.
With a sigh, she cast one last look at Wen Mo, and then quietly left the room.
*
By evening, the heavy rain had gradually subsided, leaving behind a light drizzle that gently moistened the wet ground.
In the quiet night, a sudden sound broke the silence — the electric gate of the courtyard opened slowly, and the rumbling sound of a car engine grew louder as it approached. Wen Mo seemed to have been dreaming. His eyelids twitched slightly, restless. He was awakened by the sound and immediately jumped off the sofa, pulling aside the window curtain.
A sleek black military vehicle entered the garage as its headlights quickly disappeared into the darkness. Wen Mo furrowed his brows but, as if nothing was amiss, he laid back on the sofa and closed his eyes.
The doorbell rang.
Sleepy-eyed, Mrs. Song slipped on her slippers and quickly emerged from the maids’ room.
“Who’s here at this late hour?” Her complaint quickly turned into a polite tone as she saw the face on the visual screen. “Captain Zhang, why are you back so late…?”
After a brief exchange with the officer at the door, Mrs. Song excitedly woke up the seemingly still sleeping Wen Mo. “Xiao Mo, wake up quickly, Mr. Huo has returned to the base.”
Wen Mo rubbed his eyes, seemingly awakening from a dream, but he soon hopped off the couch, addressing the person at the door respectfully, “Please wait a moment.”
Zhang Qian, in his sharp military uniform, with rainwater still clinging to him, shook his shoulders to shake off the moisture. He raised his wrist to check his watch, his voice calm and composed as he spoke like a professional, “Commander will arrive at 11 o’clock; we need to be quick.”
The implication was clear – his master, who had ownership over his body, had returned safely from the perilous frontline and needed some relaxation to ease his overly tense nerves.
Wen Mo nodded in agreement, quickly went upstairs to change clothes, and packed a few things in a hurry. His footsteps paused momentarily as he turned back to open a drawer, where a small box lay quietly. His eyes grew deep as he grasped it tightly, before he hurried downstairs.
***
When they left, the rain had already subsided.
The military jeep drove on the quiet road of the night, apart from the sound of the tires on the wet road, there was no other noise. Wen Mo sat in the back seat, his hands placed neatly on his lap, half of his face hidden in the shadow. The swaying of the car, combined with intermittent lights and shadows from outside, made him drowsy.
Perhaps the atmosphere was too stuffy. The soldier driving the car turned on the onboard radio, which was still broadcasting news about the Omega homicide incident of the day.
Glancing at Zhang Qian sitting beside him, the soldier thought about the restless rumors of the past few days and ventured cautiously, “I heard that the person who died wasn’t actually an Omega but an Alpha. Their gonads were forcibly removed…”
“Rest assured, the military is investigating,” Zhang Qian calmly replied, clearly not wanting to discuss the matter. He changed the frequency with a casual touch, and the car was filled with the sound of smooth saxophone music.
The soldier wisely fell silent.
Wen Mo adjusted his sitting position, turned his head to look out the window, seemingly uninterested in their conversation. In the distance, a crow fluttered through the branches, leaving behind a deep black silhouette.
*
They arrived at the base exactly at 9 o’clock in the evening.
The towering building before them was constructed of solid steel. The heavy iron gate slowly opened like the gaping maw of a beast, waiting to swallow the incoming visitors. Staring at the layers of guards, Wen Mo took a deep breath and stepped inside.
After passing through countless identity checkpoints, Wen Mo finally reached his destination.
Zhang Qian knocked lightly on the door frame, and in a low voice, he announced, “Commander, we’ve arrived.”
Facing away from them was a tall figure. He looked out the window, the tip of his cigarette glowing and dimming as the wind blew. The room was filled with the scent of Alpha pheromones mixed with tobacco. He didn’t even turn his head, just making a humming sound in response.
Zhang Qian tactfully closed the door and stepped back.
With the door closed, the scent of Alpha pheromones in the room grew even stronger. With lowered brows and a submissive expression, Wen Mo softly called out, “Sir.”
Finally, the man turned his head, his sharp eyebrows raising slightly. He casually extinguished his cigarette and curled his fingers to stroke Wen Mo’s cheek. His fingertips, calloused and rough, slid down to the black collar around Wen Mo’s neck. With a gentle flick, he said succinctly, “Take it off.”
Wen Mo tilted his head down and unfastened the pheromone inhibitor. A delicate scent of white tea gradually diffused, his master expressed his approval by squeezing his neck and gently pushing him onto the bed.
After differentiation, Wen Mo’s compatibility with his master’s pheromones had reached a remarkable 99.998%. This was almost a perfect match, but unfortunately, in the age of technology, any ABO individual could achieve this level of compatibility with an Alpha by injecting a single dose of artificial Omega pheromones. Then, what was the difference between natural and artificial anymore?
There was no difference.
He was just exceptionally beautiful, and that held greater importance than his highly compatible pheromones.
Yes, the era of Alphas being devoted to highly compatible Omegas had passed.
Though placed in the past century, the life of this rough S-class Alpha would only be devoted to this omega. They would marry, have many children together, relying on their natural compatibility of 99.998%. Omega could make this high and mighty top-tier Alpha bow their head in humility, just to coax out a smile from them.
But now, Wen Mo was merely one of the exquisitely crafted playthings.
Over time, the Alphas had certainly become akin to a wild beast, and the Omegas was inevitably treated with mercilessness. Yet, the Omegas remained gentle, showering affectionate kisses to soothe the Alphas. They spared no effort in displaying their beautiful body and submissive posture, as if perfectly tailored to the Alphas’ preferences.
What a marvelous playthings they had become.
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