By Zephyria 
The room was filled with the Pheromone scents of Dominant Alphas and Omegas. It was the same scent he had grown accustomed to, but today it felt strangely uncomfortable. Perhaps it was because it had been “a while,” as the host had said.
Grayson sat at the bar, drinking and looking around. The host usually procured a considerable number of partners for the Pheromone Party, as befitting its purpose of Pheromone Release. Some came out of curiosity, and others simply to enjoy sex, but of course, for most it was just a job.
After all, dealing with Dominant Alphas who were out of their minds from Pheromones required a considerable amount of resolve. If it was just to satisfy curiosity, the risk was too great. As a result, the people mobilized for the party were mostly the same faces. Grayson had a strict rule of never sleeping with someone he had already slept with, which presented a challenge right here.
Until now, he had either brought a partner himself or released his Pheromones to someone new he met that day, but sometimes he returned empty-handed. To prepare for such cases, Grayson regularly underwent Pheromone Release, which was an excellent choice. This time was no different. He had been releasing Pheromones regularly, so skipping a few parties didn’t pose a major problem.
That was the reason he came here today as well. He didn’t know when the day he would find his destined love would come. Until then, if he didn’t control his Pheromones well, he might already be out of his mind when he finally met him. He had to avoid such a terrible situation at all costs.
Even if it wasn’t his destined mate, he could still sleep with someone.
He had been doing that all along. Sometimes, even when he had a partner, he would release his Pheromones to a one-night stand. He had always done that, and he had never thought it was boring or painful. Sometimes he resolved it mechanically, but he never disliked it.
But why was he so unmotivated today?
All sorts of lewd and chaotic acts were unfolding before his eyes, but he wasn’t excited at all. He just wanted to release his Pheromones and go home to rest.
He wasn’t like this before.
Just as he felt a sense of disillusionment, he suddenly felt someone’s gaze on him. He turned his head and immediately met the eyes of a man with a youthful face. He was wearing a revealing outfit that exposed more than half of his chest, so he was clearly an Omega. As he approached Grayson, he emitted the familiar scent of an Omega’s Pheromones.
“Hi, I’m Frankie. It’s my first time at a party.”
“It shows.”
When Grayson said this with a relaxed smile, Frankie blinked in confusion.
“How do you know?”
The answer was simple. Grayson casually reached out, wrapped his arm around Frankie’s waist, and pulled him closer.
“There’s no way I wouldn’t recognize the faces who come to the party often.”
Frankie chuckled at the answer. His breath sounded rapid, as if he was excited.
“I’ve been watching you since you came in.”
Frankie confessed in a whisper, stroking Grayson’s cheek.
“Would you like to do Pheromone Release with me today…?”
This phrase was commonly used at Pheromone Parties. In short, it meant “Let’s have sex.” Then, they would usually have sex right there or find a suitable place. In keeping with the purpose of the party, there were countless places to have sex. It wouldn’t take much effort, but Grayson somehow didn’t feel like it.
He had been absentmindedly fondling Frankie’s butt when he suddenly frowned. What about that guy’s butt?
He was momentarily flustered by the image of the red-haired man that flashed through his mind. Suddenly? Why? Why him of all people?
He sighed involuntarily. It seemed the impact of that chest was significant. That’s why that guy wouldn’t disappear from his mind.
But weren’t there chests everywhere here? Even the cute-faced man in his arms was exposing his chest like this, so to ruin this moment because of a man’s chest that wasn’t even in front of him…
The reason was obvious. It was the same reason Grayson had deliberately come here.
“I have too much Pheromone built up.”
“What?”
Frankie asked, puzzled by Grayson’s mutter. Grayson brushed it off with a smile. Frankie glanced at him and naturally straddled Grayson’s thigh, tilting his head. Their tongues touched first, then their lips met. Grayson left his arms around his neck as a matter of course, and slipped his hand into Frankie’s pants, caressing the bare skin of his butt.
Should I just end it here?
He didn’t feel like moving to another place. All he had to do was unzip his pants and it would all be over. It wouldn’t be difficult. It wasn’t like it hadn’t happened before.
But.
Grayson opened his eyes and frowned. Frankie was still focused on the kiss, his eyes closed, but Grayson was already ice cold. No, he hadn’t even warmed up in the first place. He had so much Pheromone built up, but for some reason his lower body was quiet, and he didn’t react at all to Frankie’s passionate kiss. Instead, his mind was filled with anguish.
Frankie broke the kiss and looked at Grayson’s face. Grayson stared at his dazed face as if in a trance and opened his mouth.
“Do you know that firefighter uniforms are the worst of all uniforms?”
“…What?”
Frankie blinked, not understanding what he had heard. Grayson frowned and muttered as if complaining.
“Uniforms are supposed to look sexy, no matter what. The only one that doesn’t do that job is the firefighter uniform. It’s obvious, isn’t it? They cover up the body so baggy. I know it’s an unavoidable design for the purpose, but did it have to be like that? What do you think?”
“…I, I don’t know.”
Frankie gave an ambiguous answer with a troubled face and quickly tried to go back to what they were doing.
“Wouldn’t it be better to continue what we were doing? Let’s think about it later.”
Frankie kissed Grayson’s face here and there, trying to seduce him again. He rubbed his butt against his thigh meaningfully, but Grayson didn’t react at all. Eventually, Frankie became discouraged and stepped back, bursting out in anger.
“You impotent bastard! Go die!”
Grayson just watched as he shouted with all his might and turned away, walking away quickly. It was strange. It was just a matter of putting it in and cumming, but why did the act that he had been doing without any hesitation until now feel so tedious?
“Damn it.”
Grayson cursed in a low voice and emptied the glass in front of him in one gulp. The host, who found his back as he got off the bar chair and walked straight across the hall, shouted in surprise.
“Grayson! Are you leaving already? Grayson, Grayson Miller!”
He called out several times, but he had already disappeared. The host tilted his head with a troubled face and looked in the direction where Grayson had disappeared.