By Zephyria 
Alphas and Omegas shared an inseparable relationship. Alphas despised Omegas, yet they needed them. It was common for them to mate like beasts the moment they reacted to pheromones.
Thus, what could be a better gift for Han Seung-jae, an extreme dominant Alpha? Moreover, it was a son who posed no problem at all. No matter what he did or what trouble he caused, it ended as long as he, the father, closed his eyes and ears to it.
“The scent is lovely. You may keep him by your side and use him as Director Han pleases. I am certain you will be very satisfied there as well.”
Even then, Han Seung-jae was looking down at the Omega kneeling before him. Since entering the room, the youth had been unable to even lift his head, let alone meet Han Seung-jae’s eyes.
Whether he was completely intimidated or not, his chin trembled violently. His face, barely able to breathe properly, clearly showed he was terrified. Despite this, the middle-aged man, his father, repeatedly pushed his son’s back.
“Hurry, why are you just standing there? Show him what you’re good at.”
The man seemed completely oblivious to his surroundings. He behaved like someone obsessed with catering to Han Seung-jae’s whims just to secure an investment.
As an extreme dominant Alpha, Han Seung-jae could detect even small amounts of pheromones. While pheromones were smelled through the nose, the true arousal occurred when they touched the skin. It began with the felt sensation.
The medium was the physical sense provided by a person—something that could actually be touched and felt. The person’s soft body heat, their smooth yet dignified movements, the red lips speaking softly, and the upright gaze that looked back clearly despite the fear—all of these intertwined with the scent to fuel the fire.
Han Seung-jae reached out while keeping his gaze fixed. His hand seemed to head toward the side table, then returned. It was the spot where he had recently dealt a blow to Seo Dong-hu’s head. That spot was now empty.
The better the scent of the pheromones, the faster one could feel a sense of familiarity and closeness, but being an Alpha didn’t mean one was automatically aroused. Complementarity was also important.
Once they felt something mutually satisfying, everything changed—from the shivering pleasure that felt like a synergy effect, to the amount of love fluid, the lubricant flowing from the hole, to the state of erection of the cock being shoved inside.
Secretary Park stood with his back to the door. This was as far as he could step in. He had clearly grasped Han Seung-jae’s intentions and was attempting to open the door, as if showing them a way to escape alive.
Yet, the middle-aged man’s eyes flickered wildly, unable to see the exit right in front of him. The world was full of such people—those who had no hesitation in weighing money against an Omega, putting them forward to entice an Alpha.
Pushed forward, the man dove between Han Seung-jae’s legs and raised both hands. He was clumsy, yet he didn’t hesitate, as if he had done this many times before, and reached straight for Han Seung-jae’s belt to undo it. In an instant, he was sent flying backward. Han Seung-jae had kicked him mercilessly in the chest.
“Di… Director Han?”
The middle-aged man didn’t even think to tend to his son, who had fallen backward. He simply stared at Han Seung-jae with his mouth agape in bewilderment. Han Seung-jae spoke indifferently, his eyes devoid of any emotion.
“Why are you so incapable of understanding simple words?”
“…….”
If one hadn’t seen it with their eyes, it would have been hard to tell the words were coming from Han Seung-jae’s mouth, so low they were. Han Seung-jae pulled up his upper body, which had been leaning back languidly.
“I’m in a very foul mood.”
The man’s face stiffened and shrank as if the distance between them had closed in an instant.
As soon as Han Seung-jae flipped through a few pages of the report the man had presented, he could tell immediately why the financial situation was so poor. The man might be struggling to get an investment, but there was a limit to everything.
Especially when coming to a place like this, numbers tended to bubble up like foam, and most people wrote vague business lists to make non-existent things seem real, just to make the documents thicker.
Whether they hoped the reader would grow exhausted and give up, or whether they hoped to find some sucker to make a blind investment. Furthermore, the sight of him trying so hard to get an investment by bringing an Omega along was commendable in its effort, but truly pitiful.
The report the man presented had new businesses added incessantly. Most of them were inefficient. It was essentially a business that did nothing consistently. It looked as if they simply followed whatever became trendy like mushrooms after rain.
Han Seung-jae stood up. At that, the man who had been shivering on the marble floor bolted upright and fled as if running for his life. However, the middle-aged man remained frozen on the sofa, unable to move.
Secretary Park closed the door.
Step. Han Seung-jae picked up an ornament from the shelf. In the fingertips of the goddess was a long blade.
Returning to the sofa, Han Seung-jae pressed down on the man’s shoulder with his left hand. The sudden force of the grip brought a pain that felt as if the right shoulder blade was collapsing. Even so, he couldn’t even scream and was forced to keep his gaze fixed forward. It was because the ornament in Han Seung-jae’s hand was slowly approaching the man’s eyes.
“Di… Director Han? Why, why are you doing this to me?”
“You haven’t seen a profit since the company’s founding, yet you thought you could take my money with something like this. Let’s check if you even have a brain.”
“Aaaagh!”
As if finally understanding the words, the man suddenly began to scream.
“Aaaagh, aaaaagh…”
Han Seung-jae shook the goddess, pushing the blade forward.
“I haven’t even fucked you yet. Stop exaggerating.”
As Han Seung-jae’s grip on the shoulder loosened, the man leaped up with all his might and tried to bolt, only to crash into the table and tumble over. Three teacups shook, spilling tea across the table. As he barely managed to stand and approach the door, he saw Secretary Park.
“M… Move.”
Standing with his back to the door, the secretary showed no sign of giving way. He remained motionless, as if waiting for instructions. Then, Han Seung-jae flicked the ornament he was holding.
His face seemed to say the man was no longer worth dealing with, signaling him to let him out. Only then did Secretary Park step aside and open the firmly closed door.
“Thank you for your hard work. We will contact you later.”
However, the man rushed out with a face of sheer panic, as if he hadn’t even heard Secretary Park’s words.
Secretary Park bowed and closed the door. Simultaneously, Han Seung-jae headed toward his desk with a displeased expression. Secretary Park instructed the staff outside to come in and clean up the area.
Step. Secretary Park placed the report on the desk. Han Seung-jae, leaning back in his black chair, reached out with a long arm, grabbed the documents, and immediately shoved them into the trash can.
“A waste of precious time.”
“I apologize. I should have verified more thoroughly.”
He tidied the ornament Han Seung-jae had set down. Secretary Park’s calm face was reflected on the polished surface.
In an instant, the interior of the office became even quieter.
Buzz— Secretary Park looked down at the phone in his hand. A few photos had been received. They showed Seo Yi-kyung getting out of the car and entering a park. Butler Do and the driver were also captured in front of him.
Secretary Park cautiously looked up. Han Seung-jae, who was signing approval documents, had his brow deeply furrowed. It was a contrast to his usual emotionless expression. This might have been due to the Omega’s pheromones floating in the air.
Depending on compatibility, mismatched pheromones could cause headaches. Moreover, combined with the previous incident, Han Seung-jae’s mood was visibly unpleasant to anyone.
Would it be better to speak now? The hesitation lasted only a moment. It would be more awkward for Secretary Park if he were found to have delayed the news. He cautiously spoke.
“I received word that he left the house a short while ago.”
Han Seung-jae’s hand continued the signature without hesitation. Reports from the driver came in frequently regarding where Seo Yi-kyung headed once he left the house.
“Did he go to an art supply store?”
At Han Seung-jae’s question, Secretary Park shook his head. He straightened his bent upper body and clasped his hands in front of him.
“No. He headed to the park near the main residence.”
Han Seung-jae’s hand stopped abruptly. Only then did he lift his head and look at Secretary Park. Soon, with a look of indifference, he closed the folder, slammed it onto the desk, and spoke.
“Did he go out for some fresh air? It must be stifling to stay only at home.”
“Would you like to see? Photos were sent just a moment ago.”
Secretary Park held out the phone.
There was a photo of Seo Yi-kyung holding a picnic basket. The originals would arrive in a white envelope tomorrow morning.
“…….”
Secretary Park could feel that Han Seung-jae’s pupils shifted minutely for a moment. It was completely different from when he was listening to the investment explanation he didn’t want to hear.
“I suppose he plans to paint outdoors. That’s not bad either.”
Han Seung-jae habitually looked at the watch on his left wrist. If he finished his schedule quickly, would he be able to go and see him painting in person? And then have dinner together before returning.
Just then, a few more photos were received. The last photo that scrolled up showed Seo Yi-kyung standing in front of an easel. He was not alone. Butler Do, who always accompanied Seo Yi-kyung, was standing blankly behind him.
Han Seung-jae looked down at the two people standing side by side by the canvas. A strange glint appeared in his eyes as he looked at a photo that only captured their backs.
“He looks happy.”
Han Seung-jae’s voice was so excessively low that it sent a chill down the spine. Secretary Park withdrew the phone and put it in his inner pocket.
“I will check who it is.”
Secretary Park bowed and quickly exited the Director’s Office.