By Zephyria 
I dated Doug for about three years before breaking up, and now we occasionally meet to relieve pent-up frustrations. We work at the same company, so we run into each other often, and we didn’t break up because we were on bad terms, so we’ve maintained a friendship.
The reason we broke up was that both he and I were Betas. He wanted children, and that was something I couldn’t provide.
Another reason was that I didn’t enjoy anal sex. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get used to it. It wasn’t just the pain; I couldn’t stand the unpleasant sensation of something entering my body.
I was the same way even before Doug. I’ve never experienced pleasure from it with anyone. But I hated penetration even more.
If I were an Omega, Doug probably would have married me. I would have fulfilled both of his desires: having children and naturally enjoying anal sex. Aren’t Omegas a species specialized for that?
Of course, whether I would have happily married Doug is another matter. Sometimes I wonder: if I were an Omega, would I have married Doug? If I hadn’t been a Beta, would my life have been completely different?
“Haa…”
I moaned softly, stroking Doug’s brown hair as he was between my legs. I don’t like anal sex, but I enjoy it when someone touches or licks me in the front. I also like doing it for others, but Doug seemed to prefer my lower region to my upper region.
It wasn’t just Doug; all the men I’d broken up with were like that. Once I allowed it, they kept wanting it, and I grew tired of it and declared a breakup.
Still, Doug had contemplated it for a while. He was quite good at giving fellatio, and he had a cool personality, so he didn’t cling to me. When we broke up, he was sad but accepted it readily. In fact, he even apologized, saying,
“I knew you didn’t really like it, but I kept asking, so I’m sorry.”
But here we are, doing this anyway.
Despite the breakup, he and I still have sex occasionally. It’s partly because our busy schedules leave us with no time to meet new people, and partly because we still have feelings for each other.
I need to get laid sometimes, and neither of us has anyone special.
Without any particular feelings, I maintained my relationship with him. About once or twice a month, either he or I would bring it up, and this kind of thing would happen as a matter of routine.
Lying on the desk with my lower body exposed, I stared at the ceiling with hazy eyes. I thought I could faintly hear footsteps in the hallway. Just as my heart began to pound, Doug ejaculated in my mouth.
The footsteps brushed past my office and then faded away. I lay there, panting. I saw Doug get up. I watched him find a tissue and spit out the contents of his mouth, and with a faint sigh, I slowly turned over. I took a condom out of the drawer and held it out behind me. He said, “Thanks,” and took it.
Soon he entered me, and I felt the pleasant sense of exhaustion vanish instantly, and I contorted my face. Doug was panting behind me, thrusting into me. Suddenly, I noticed a document in the corner of my vision. Swaying with his movements, I reached out and grabbed it.
“Ugh, ugh… Ah,”
As Doug moaned and ejaculated, I highlighted a line in the document.
“Can’t you not do that?”
Doug frowned as he lit a cigarette. I took the cigarette from his hand and put it in my mouth, asking nonchalantly,
“What?”
“Working while we’re in the middle of it.”
Doug, looking bewildered, grumbled again. I took a deep drag and exhaled, still focused on the document.
“I’m done.”
“I was still going!”
Doug was frustrated, but soon he sighed and puffed on a new cigarette. Ignoring him, I put on only my shirt and sat on the desk, continuing to work with the cigarette. I should have dressed properly, but I couldn’t be bothered.
I should refrain from doing this in the office in the future…
Suddenly, I remembered that I had thought the same thing before, and I frowned slightly. Misunderstanding, Doug approached me, smoking, and looked at the document.
“Why? Is there something wrong?”
“No, not really.”
I flipped the document over to the next page without meaning. After following the letters for a while, Doug soon straightened up and said,
“I should get going too. Call me if you need anything, above or below.”
He turned around after making a light sexual joke.
“Doug.”
At the call, Doug turned his head. I was still looking at the document, and I said casually,
“Lock the door on your way out.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Doug shook his head in the opposite direction of his answer and soon closed the door. I heard the door lock with a click. Only then did I put down the document and take a deep drag of the cigarette.
Ah…
A sigh turned into smoke and dissipated.
…It’s so empty.
I stared blankly into the distance for a while with vacant eyes.
On the day of the preliminary hearing, the courthouse was crowded with reporters and people. I held my briefcase and went straight past them into the building. The victim’s family would be watching the situation.
As always, I glanced at the defense, who were making ridiculous claims and playing the media, and then took my seat. Today, I had paid more attention to my appearance than usual. My hair was neatly combed back, and my cheap Suit was ironed perfectly without a single wrinkle.
Today, I was even wearing glasses instead of lenses. I judged that I looked perfectly like a prosecutor who was a thorough stickler for the rules.
On the other hand, the defense side reeked of wealth, and even I, who had no eye for such things, could tell that the cost of the Suit he was wearing could buy thirty of my Suits and still have money left over.
Even before and after I graduated, the number one job that law school graduates wanted was always Miller. As evidenced by their win rate, which was said to be absolutely undefeated, the salary was enormous, and there were rumors that as soon as you were hired, they would buy you a car and provide you with a luxurious residence. In addition, with the power of enormous lobbying, you could even realize your dream of becoming a politician if you did well, so there was nothing more to wish for. However, being hired by Miller was so difficult that the joke that becoming a lawyer at Miller was harder than becoming president was openly circulating.
I suddenly wondered, could that guy be an Alpha?
There are several areas where Alphas and Omegas are prohibited from emitting Pheromones, and one of them is the courthouse. This is because the influence of Pheromones could cloud the judgment of jurors or judges. Therefore, you couldn’t know the other person’s identity at all inside the courthouse, unless they were a species whose physical characteristics were outwardly visible.
I’ve only seen Dominant Alphas on TV.
I once heard that the owner of Miller Law Firm was a Dominant Alpha. Among Alphas, who make up 10 percent of the total population, Dominant Alphas make up only about 0.01 percent. Most of them occupy the highest echelons of society. It was a well-known fact that the head of a famous media conglomerate, the president of a certain country, or the owner of a certain company was a Dominant Alpha.
It seemed that the stronger the characteristics of the Alpha race, the weaker their morals were.