By Zephyria 
When they arrived at the secluded mansion, thick black smoke was billowing from it. As expected of a place where a Pheromone Party had been held, most of the people who rushed out were either completely naked with only thin underwear on, or covering their private parts with whatever cloth they could grab. Those who were properly dressed were obviously guards or employees. The starkly contrasting scene was utterly ridiculous, but the firefighters were focused on their work with serious expressions.
It was fortunate that they were still conscious enough to run out like this. While one team prepared to spray water, the other team busily donned their equipment and prepared to enter.
“Are there many people inside?”
At the Team leader’s question, a man who appeared to be a butler replied with a pale face.
“I, I don’t know. Probably quite a few…”
At his stammering words, a man with red-blond hair asked nonchalantly.
“We should assume it’s mostly civilians, right?”
“Dane, don’t discriminate even if they’re Dominant Alpha, save anyone who’s inside!”
At the Team leader’s shout, Dane clicked his tongue briefly and put on his helmet before entering the mansion. Watching his retreating figure, the Team leader muttered with a frown.
“Surely that bastard wouldn’t deliberately not save them, would he?”
“Surely not. He may talk like that, but he does everything he needs to do.”
The man who responded with a smile added bitterly.
“When he’s working, that is.”
With those words, a group of firefighters quickly ran forward. The employees watched them running in the opposite direction from the people desperately escaping with pity.
Desire Me if you can
Ominous creaking sounds echoed from all directions. The sound of scorching wood cracking, the sound of plaster fragments falling from the ceiling and hitting the floor, all intertwined to oppress the space. The fire, which started from inside the building, quickly spread throughout the house. The flames, drawing bizarre patterns as they burned the wallpaper, soon climbed the ceiling, sticking to it and undulating like a huge beast inhaling.
The firefighters, scattered here and there, opening each door one by one, desperately led anyone still remaining outside whenever they saw them.
“Get out, get out now!”
One of the firefighters, who found a couple in the drawing room, shouted while searching inside. But they didn’t respond properly. The couple, high on drugs, blinked their dazed eyes and slumped on the couch. They didn’t seem to recognize the current situation properly because they weren’t fully conscious. Eventually, while his colleague helped him drag them out, one of them ran ahead to the stairs.
“Hey, Dane! Wait, let’s go together!”
Someone else shouted from behind, but he ran up three steps at a time and quickly reached the second floor. The smoke was even thicker there. He quickly opened each door one by one to check inside. In the meantime, several people coughed and brushed past him, heading outside.
Huff, huff. Dane skillfully controlled his rough breathing, which had become labored due to the heat and tension. As he was about to move forward again, a man who appeared to be an employee staggered towards him through the acrid smoke, coughing violently.
“Are there any people inside this way?”
Dane quickly grabbed him and asked. The man, who was trying to evacuate with a handkerchief covering his nose and mouth, replied with a cough, his face covered in sweat and soot.
“I, I don’t know. I did bring some alcohol to the room in the far right corner earlier…”
Dane didn’t listen any further and desperately threw himself forward. From behind, the man shouted in a hoarse voice.
“He locked the door. You’ll have to break it down!”
Instead of replying, Dane continued running, took out the axe he had slung over his back, and gripped it in one hand. Reaching the end of the hallway, he hurriedly looked around, and a small door was barely visible in the hazy smoke. If he hadn’t been told in advance by the man, he would have definitely missed it. It was hidden so discreetly, like a part of the wall. Dane quickly ran his hand over the wall to confirm the location of the door, then readjusted his grip on the axe and swung it down.
With a loud thud, splinters of wood shattered and flew away. From behind, mixed with the eerie sound of the fire continuing to spread, the sound of glass breaking could be heard intermittently. Dane didn’t care and continued to strike the door. After several swings of the axe, he tore off the shattered door, reached through the gaping hole, and turned the handle. With a clunking metallic sound, the door opened, and Dane immediately jumped into the room.
“Evacuate quickly! There’s a fire…”
He paused for a moment. The sight that unfolded in the room was something that even Dane Striker, who had had countless one-night stands and changed partners, had never seen before.
On the floor, two men who appeared to be twins were lying down. Naked, they were foaming at the mouth and trembling all over their bodies. Their eyes rolled back, staring into space, looking as if they were in shock.
Gasping as if they were about to die at any moment, they had only their penises erect, dripping semen. Their groins were soaked, as if they had already ejaculated several times, but it was still swollen. If left like that, it would become dysfunctional. Omega genitals were useless for breeding anyway, but that didn’t mean they could be damaged. Either way, the vitals were the vitals.
Yet they were still out of their minds, continuing to poke their lower holes with their own hands. It was already red and sore, with wounds and even blood showing, but they didn’t stop. It was as if their minds were completely soaked in something. Alcohol, drugs, or…
Pheromones.
Only then did Dane check the face of the man sitting on the bed. To be exact, the man with dark blond hair who was leaning against the headboard, his wrists tied to each bedpost.
The source of the pheromones, which were thicker than the acrid smoke, was that man. He was pouring out pheromones to the Omegas writhing on the floor, and he was laughing. As if he had never seen a more amusing sight.
Dane stood for a moment, watching the man’s golden eyes sparkling.
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The scorching heat seemed to be pressing right behind his back. The sound of the house collapsing could be heard from all directions. Inside his helmet, Dane thought, breathing heavily.
What the hell is wrong with that crazy bastard?
He had expected all sorts of chaos to unfold from the moment he knew it was a Pheromone Party. But actually seeing this sight made him feel sick. He felt a brief sense of futility at the thought of having jumped into this inferno to save those bastards, but this was not the time to indulge in a leisurely sense of disillusionment.
“Dane! Are you okay? Ugh!”
Ezra, who had belatedly followed, shouted in surprise. The other firefighters who arrived in succession were the same. Faced with a bizarre sight they had never seen before, they seemed to forget the situation for a moment and were stunned.
Dane was the first to move. The twins lying on the floor couldn’t even get up, let alone walk out on their own. Dane first picked up one of them, and as Ezra was about to carry the other twin out, an unexpected situation occurred.
The moment he suddenly smelled a strong pheromone scent through the acrid smoke, the twin in his arms convulsed and twisted his body. Dane quickly grabbed him, but Ezra, who had been off guard, ended up dropping one of the twins he was holding.
“Oh, ah!”
Ezra shouted in panic. He hit the floor with a considerable thud, but he didn’t seem to be in pain. Ezra hurriedly tried to grab him again, but he shook him off and desperately crawled across the floor. Towards the man who had just released the pheromones.
“Take him, get out first.”
Dane, who had handed one of the twins he was holding to another firefighter who was standing awkwardly, hurriedly tried to grab him. But the remaining twin, who was crawling on the floor, began to convulse.
“No, no! Let go of me! Quickly, quickly, pleaaase… Put it in, I want to be fucked!”
A shrill scream erupted. The sight of him shaking his hips and wailing, unable to bear it, was even painful to watch.