By Zephyria 
I stared at him blankly, my face pale. Nathaniel Miller, sitting with a haughty, elegant air, looked particularly out of place even among them. It was likely due to the characteristic boredom he carried. He looked upon this wretched amusement with a vacant expression, as if he were truly, utterly exhausted by it.
Even he, like the others, had glazed eyes. I figured he had drunk quite a bit. With only a couple of buttons undone on his shirt, he sipped wine while an Omega, stripped bare, was tucked between his wide-spread thighs. He held a glass in one hand and draped his other arm carelessly across the back of the couch; occasionally, he would lower his arm to grab the Omega by the hair and shake them a few times. Then, like an emotionless sex doll, the Omega would swallow Nathaniel’s member even deeper and nod their head violently.
Several naked Omegas gathered at his feet, panting and craving him. As if mocking them, Nathaniel didn’t even spare them a glance.
Ah.
I thought I heard him whisper, like a sigh.
How tedious.
Nathaniel took a small sip of the wine he was holding and slowly tilted the glass. The crimson liquid plummeted toward the floor. The Omegas clinging to him hurriedly threw themselves down, licking at his feet greedily like dogs. Watching this, Nathaniel slightly parted his fingers. The heavy glass flipped over.
Clink. Following the sharp sound, shattered fragments scattered in all directions. The naked Omegas, crawling on their knees, were cut and scraped here and there, bleeding. Yet, they felt no pain. One Omega, crawling on knees soaked in their own blood, slipped and tumbled over.
“Hahahaha!”
Someone burst into laughter at the sight of the person rolling on the broken glass while masturbating. Of course, that man was not an Omega.
Nathaniel turned his head, his face still bored. As he reached for a cigarette on the table, his eyes suddenly met mine.
In an instant, I turned pale and froze.
Dizziness washed over me, as if all the blood had drained from my feet. With a stiff expression, I struggled to swallow my dry spit.
Nathaniel stared at me without moving. His eyes, which usually shone with intelligence, were exceptionally hazy today. He looked as if he were stumbling across the boundary between delusion and reality. As proof, his hand slipped while reaching for a cigarette, and the cigarette case on the marble table rolled onto the floor. With a sharp clack, the wooden case shattered. Nathaniel slowly turned his head to look down at the scattering cigarettes. After blinking his long eyelashes slowly and staring at them for a moment, he shifted his gaze back to me.
His meaningless gaze wandered through the air, like a tropical fish floating aimlessly in an aquarium.
“Hey… Mr. Prosecutor.”
He spoke in a languid voice. The low tone drifted through the air toward me. I wondered how his voice alone could reach my ears so clearly amidst the crowd filled with all sorts of filthy noises and screams. He blinked his half-closed eyes slowly and asked in a still drowsy tone.
“How did you get here…? That shouldn’t be possible…”
Muttering to himself, Nathaniel picked up the open wine bottle from the table and poured it into a new glass. The transparent red liquid created a violent surge inside the glass before gradually settling. For a moment, Nathaniel waited blankly, as if possessed, for the ripples to subside.
Strange. No matter how much you drink, do you really get like that?
I tilted my head. I had thought he was simply drunk, but it seemed there was more to it. Above all, it was even stranger to see men who looked more intoxicated than Nathaniel grabbing passing Omegas and railing them wildly. If they were that drunk, they shouldn’t be able to get an erection. Is a Dominant Alpha different?
I had heard that compared to other types, Alphas—especially Dominant Alphas—have higher immunity, making them less prone to disease and allowing them to heal from injuries more quickly. This played a large part in why they attained such overwhelmingly high status.
Or perhaps it was because of the pheromones. In a space overflowing with scents like this, even I, a Beta, felt my mind drifting; it was certain that an Alpha or Omega would lose consciousness entirely. He probably retained this much rationality only because he was a Dominant Alpha. It was a moment where I found myself envious of everything about Dominant Alphas.
Nathaniel still seemed unable to distinguish between fantasy and reality. He emptied more than half the wine in one go and set the glass down. Seeing him lean his head back with a sigh, I made my judgment. No conversation was possible in this state. More than anything, I wanted to escape this space of wretched corruption and decadence. Looking at his hand gripping and shaking the head of the Omega who was sucking him dry like a mindless object, I suddenly remembered the time he tried to strangle me and burn my eyes.
In an instant, the hair on my arms stood up. What was that damn money that brought me all the way here? No matter what, nothing is as precious as one’s life.
I stepped back hesitantly. However, that small movement instead invited trouble.
“…Chrissy Jin.”
Nathaniel frowned and blinked. Some focus returned to his previously vacant eyes. Ah, damn it. Cursing like a lament, I contemplated for a moment.
Meanwhile, Nathaniel seemed to have regained his senses. He shook his head vigorously like a wet dog and looked at me again. I could tell his mind had almost fully returned. As proof, Nathaniel glanced down at the Omega still sucking between his thighs, then grabbed their hair and shoved them away as if pulling a plug. The Omega collapsed powerlessly onto the floor. I hurriedly averted my gaze from his lower body. Unbothered, Nathaniel stood up unsteadily and slowly straightened his trousers.
“I asked why you came.”
His pronunciation was slurred and his tone was still drawn out, but he was clearly aware of reality. Since I couldn’t just turn around and leave now, I hesitated for a moment before speaking.
“I came because there was something I wanted to discuss… but you seem busy, so I’ll see you next time. Then…”
“Wait.”
I turned to leave after a quick greeting, but it didn’t work. I stopped in my tracks at the voice that immediately caught me. I should have pretended not to hear and kept walking. I regretted it instantly, but it was too late. When I inevitably looked back, Nathaniel was standing there, watching me.
“Since you’ve come all this way, let’s talk now, Mr. Prosecutor. It’s not like I have anything particularly urgent to do.”