IRLPLBIO Chapter 10 Part 2

Han Seong-cheol, in shock, was speechless. Jae-gu, snarling right in front of him, spewing raw words, had a completely different aura than before.

Jae-gu’s body thrashed violently on the bed. If he hadn’t been tied up beforehand, he would have sprung up and beaten Han Seong-cheol immediately.

Come to think of it, those who had gone up against Jae-gu were said to have been quite injured. There were even rumors that some had sustained injuries severe enough to require surgery. It seemed that the childish title “school’s boss,” or whatever it was called, wasn’t entirely baseless.

Han Seong-cheol gradually calmed down. Once the surprise and anger subsided, he began calculating Jae-gu’s utility.

This fellow, who possessed an overflowing ability even if only used for bodyguarding, was also an Omega. It meant he could keep him by his side and use him to satisfy his desires when needed. It seemed it would be incredibly advantageous if he could tame such a person.

“Right, because you’re an Omega.”

“I’m not.”

“This method is best for Omegas who go weak from pheromones.”

“I said I’m not.”

“Don’t resent me. You brought this upon yourself.”

“Did this crazy bastard stick a dickhead in his ear? Hey, can’t you hear me?”

Despite flinching at the harsh words, Han Seong-cheol feigned nonchalance and climbed onto Jae-gu’s body.

Though he acted boldly, Han Seong-cheol had not yet fully manifested his secondary gender. He could detect the pheromones of those with secondary genders and had a high chance of manifesting as an Alpha, but he wasn’t actually an Alpha.

“Hey, aren’t you going to get off? Haaah… Fuck, get off me. You’re so heavy… Did you eat a rock…?”

As Han Seong-cheol’s weight pressed down on his stomach, Jae-gu found it difficult to breathe. Yet, even while panting, his mouth didn’t stop easily.

“Crazy bastard… My stomach… Fuck, my guts are all gonna get crushed… Urgh…”

Jae-gu’s words, utterly devoid of any allure, relentlessly assailed Han Seong-cheol.

Han Seong-cheol’s hand, reaching for Jae-gu’s pants, faltered. He doubted in real-time if such a rude bastard could truly be an Omega, but then, upon smelling a faint, sweet scent, masked by his own unfamiliar, heavy Alpha pheromones, his judgment became certain.

Jae-gu, for his part, grew increasingly agitated. He thrashed his body, shook his bound limbs, and raised his voice to shout, but Han Seong-cheol showed no intention of retreating. Just being close to him made Jae-gu feel like breaking out in hives, and now that Han Seong-cheol was attempting physical contact, he felt like throwing up.

“Get off me, you crazy bastard…! Urgh.”

“Shut your mouth!”

Han Seong-cheol, finally reaching his limit, slapped Jae-gu across the cheek. Still, a minuscule amount of etiquette for dealing with an Omega remained, so he struck him with his palm, not his fist.

Smack!

A considerably loud sound rang out.

Jae-gu’s head snapped to the side, and he slowly licked his split lip. When he turned his head back to its original position, he wore a look of utter disbelief at what had just transpired.

“…Did you hit me?”

“It’s because you wouldn’t listen! If you’re a bastard, you should’ve acted like one and been quiet. Then it would have been good for both of us, wouldn’t it?”

“Ah, those words sound familiar.”

The thought, ‘the bastard didn’t know his place and attacked first,’ clawed at Jae-gu. It was almost identical to what he’d heard just before he died. Instantly, Jae-gu’s mood sank.

Han Seong-cheol, as expected, was a bad seed. A guy who kidnaps, confines, and assaults people even now would only become a greater criminal as he got older.

If so, wouldn’t stopping Han Seong-cheol now be a way to eliminate a future criminal in advance?

The moment Jae-gu reached that conclusion, his desperately moving fingertips caught on a rope. Thanks to overworking his fingers to their limit, to the point where his palms and the backs of his hands cramped, he managed to grasp the end of the rope binding his wrists.

The guys Han Seong-cheol had mobilized were a group of punks, too embarrassing to even call a proper organization. Thankfully, like delinquents who’d gotten into trouble early and couldn’t even go to the military, their knot-tying was sloppy.

The rope Jae-gu pulled with his fingertips soon slipped loose.