69 – Cypress Mosaic

Led ​by ​Lorenz, ​three ​or four people ​crossed ​the ​hotel ​corridor. ​The thick carpet absorbed ​every ​sound made by ​their footsteps.

Meeting an ​Omega ​in ​a ​downtown ​hotel ​suite.

Lorenz was accompanied ​by ​bodyguards, ​Dr. Carver, and ​a lawyer.

The opening of ​pheromones took ​place in ​the suite’s ​living room.

If ​the ​subject ​was a Golden ​Omega, they ​would release their pheromones ​voluntarily. If not, an ​appropriate pheromone inducer would ​be administered ​under ​Dr. Carver’s judgment. This was because ​it was impossible to ​accurately ​confirm ​the ​effect ​of an Alpha ​and Omega’s ​pheromones ​at everyday levels.

And ​if ​Lorenz showed a reaction to ​the subject’s ​pheromones, ​the bodyguards would ​immediately ​separate ​the ​subject ​into the ​bedroom.

This ​process had ​been repeated every time a [Read on Read BL Novels]visit our siteprivate detective ​found someone somewhere ​in the world.

All ​over the globe. Sometimes ​in major ​cities, sometimes in ​the ​remote wilderness.

Sometimes they ​were women, sometimes ​men.

Omegas claiming ​to ​possess rare ​pheromones ​arrived in ​Manhattan ​with the ​detective.

An ​Omega ​who claimed to ​possess ​pheromones that ​provided ​pleasure ​several ​times more ecstatic than others; an Omega who, thanks to an incredibly seductive pheromone, had a constant stream of fervent suitors despite an ordinary appearance and background. He had even met an Omega who possessed pheromones that were close to a stench. The hope was that even if it was a stench to others, it might act differently on someone with PDD.

Lorenz’s expression stiffened as he stood before the door of the designated room.

The Omegas the detective brought in amounted to maybe one person a year. There were years that passed without any news. In the meantime, his expectations had gradually faded.

Yet, strangely, this time felt different.

There was no particular evidence. It was simply a peculiar sense of anticipation, different [Read on Read BL Novels]from usual, [visit our site]that added tension to Lorenz’s stride. For Lorenz, who derived logical conclusions based on data and statistics, a baseless premonition was an extremely rare occurrence.

Passing through the corridor from the entrance, they entered the living room of the suite.

The subject this time, discovered in a small fishing village in Iceland and flown all the way to Manhattan, was a male Omega. He was by the window, admiring the glamorous downtown view of Manhattan.

When one of the attendants who had been waiting in the room approached and informed him that Lorenz had arrived, the man turned around.

Lorenz approached him and offered a handshake.

“Thank you for making the long journey.”

“I traveled in such comfort that I didn’t even realize I was tired. Thank you for your consideration.”

The man, with skin as clear as snow, bright blue eyes, and slender light-brown hair, glanced at Lorenz and blushed slightly.

As with the Omegas before him, this man had not been given a detailed explanation of the situation. A detailed [Read on Read BL Novels]explanation could be provided after they [stolen content]were identified as a Cypress Mosaic; it wouldn’t be too late then.

They were simply informed that a specific pheromone was being sought. Along with a reward that could not be ignored, offered when they agreed to the proposal to go to Manhattan and test their pheromones.

Once the pheromone verification process was complete and it was revealed they were not a Cypress Mosaic, they would sign a strict non-disclosure agreement for life and leave the room after receiving an additional compensation package that was far from disappointing.

“Please, have a seat.”

Following Lorenz’s invitation, the two sat facing each other across a sofa table.

Dr. Carver, who had arrived before Lorenz to diagnose the subject’s condition, approached and reported.

“This person is a typical Omega.”

“So he’s not a Golden. Was the inducer administered?”

“He took it about 30 minutes ago, so the effects should appear soon.”

Crossing his legs, Lorenz carefully observed the man who would soon be secreting pheromones.

His eyes were in the blue family like Elian’s, but unlike him, they were a pale blue reminiscent of Northern European glaciers. His transparent skin tone was similar, but the complexion was different. He gave a much paler impression than Elian.

His age… was he around the same age?

The private detective had sent a personal profile like a resume regarding the man, but Lorenz hadn’t looked at it in detail. Even if he were a ‘Cypress Mosaic,’ he only wanted the pheromones; he wasn’t looking to marry the person. Therefore, other conditions didn’t matter.

Perhaps because the inducer had already begun to work, the man was emitting friendly pheromones toward Lorenz. However, the gaze Lorenz used to observe him was indifferent, calm, and felt almost bored.

How would this man be?

Would this man also cause me extreme headaches, nausea, and dizziness, only to be isolated in the bedroom and then leave Manhattan after receiving a large fee and compensation?

Or, could he trigger that boiling sexual desire that other Alphas spoke of?

The pheromones of a Cypress Mosaic, which one could ‘recognize the moment they smelled them.’

Would this man be my 0.01%?

Lorenz rested his elbow on the armrest and leaned his temple on his hand. Naturally, his head tilted diagonally. At the sight of him staring so intently, the man sitting in front of him blushed even more.

However, Lorenz was thinking of Elian in his head.

A face that floated through his mind at all hours, acting bothersome.

If he were an Omega, what kind of pheromones would he have?

Elian Bellotti was clearly a Beta. Thus, it was impossible for him to have pheromones, yet Lorenz found himself indulging in vain imagination.

They would be richly fragrant and dangerously dizzying.

An absolute scent that would plunge an Alpha into a hallucination made only of ecstatic pleasure and dominate them. A temptation like an irresistible, powerful command that would leave one unable to do anything but crave him over and over again…

Lorenz’s Adam’s apple bobbed significantly as he swallowed hard.

Just the imagination seemed to make thick saliva pool in his mouth.

Despite not even knowing what an Alpha’s pleasure was.

Moistening his lips with the tip of his red tongue, Lorenz downed the whiskey in the glass before him.

It was a relief that Elian was a Beta.

If he were an Omega… and thus some other Alpha could take his pheromones, while those pheromones could only be pain to him…

“……”

Lorenz’s train of thought, agonizing over something that could not and would not happen, was abruptly severed.

A tremor ran through his facial muscles, which stiffened in an instant. He looked like a marble sculpture beginning to crack under a powerful impact.

Pheromones.

A strong Sexual Pheromone of an Omega.

The interior scenery before his eyes distorted. Like the cross-section of a large cake melting and drooping. Or like an unfinished watercolor painting being washed away by rain.

In an instant, cold sweat pooled down his spine. It was a sticky, unpleasant sweat.

Ugh.

Lorenz hurriedly pulled a handkerchief from his pants pocket and covered his unauthorized copymouth. His already [visit our site]white hand stolen contentturned even paler, and the green veins became that much more prominent. A headache began, feeling as if his skull had been opened and his brain was being struck with a chisel.

“Isolate him! To the bedroom, quickly!”

The bodyguards shouted urgently and led the man from Iceland to the bedroom.

Lorenz stood up, staggering. It was to move to the bathroom. He could not show himself vomiting in front of these people. Even if he lost consciousness, he could not show such a pathetic sight.

“Mr. Lorenz!”

The bodyguards approached and supported Lorenz as he tried to stand.

“We must administer the suppressant immediately! Lay him on the sofa right now! Hurry!”

Dr. Carver’s urgent shout echoed.

With a dizziness that felt as if the top [Read on Read BL Novels]and bottom of the world were [Read on Read BL Novels]flipping, Lorenz staggered, unable to steady himself.

He saw hallucinations.

His younger self, standing before his mother’s vanity at the villa in Tarrytown.

Small arms and hands reaching up on tiptoes to grab a perfume bottle.

Toby, the dog, sniffing anxiously and circling around.

A thinly crafted, ornate perfume bottle.

A terrible stench.

A stench more terrifying than a fire.

Nothing had improved since that day. Without moving a single step forward, he was [Read on Read BL Novels]still [stolen content]trapped in that moment.

A half-baked Alpha.

An Alpha who had no reason to be an Alpha.

Because of this, I might lose everything.

Before losing consciousness, the last thing the hallucination showed him was, inexplicably, Elian Bellotti’s face. The side profile of him looking sad during Lorenz’s interrogation, pressing him about his relationship with Joshua. As if he were about to shed tears at any moment. In his fading consciousness, Lorenz hoped. Since it was a hallucination anyway, it would be nice if he smiled…

“When do you think he’ll wake up?”

A voice entered, softly melting one edge of his consciousness.

Someone was whispering from a short distance away.

“They said all the vitals have stabilized, so he should regain consciousness soon.”

This time, it was Margaret’s voice.

Lorenz tried to lift his eyelids, but it was useless. It felt as if his soul were imprisoned within a frozen body.

Or was this also an extension of the dream he was having after losing consciousness?

“I can’t believe someone who looks so healthy collapsed like that…”

The voice, quiet and cautious, lowered out of consideration for someone, was pleasant to hear. It was filled with tender concern. If possible, he wanted to hear more. And… he wanted to see the face of the person who was worrying about him so much.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not open his eyes.

“He’s had a lot to worry about recently, both internally and externally. He must have been overextending himself because of that. There shouldn’t be any physical problems. He gets regular check-ups, after all.”

“Is that so…”

Despite Margaret’s efforts to reassure them, the owner of the voice could not easily put their mind at ease.

He felt a gaze looking down at him. After a hesitant breath, the sound of lips parting softly followed.

“He’ll need rest, so… I’ll be going now.”

No.

Don’t go.

Stay here.

Despite the desperate call, the footsteps grew faintly distant.

The fingers of Lorenz, wandering Read on Read BL Novelsbetween [visit our site]consciousness visit our siteand unconsciousness, finally twitched minutely, but no one noticed.

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