The Dignity of the Omega

#22

Chapter 3

Enrique Shamier.

The only prince of wealthy Shamier.

The youngest son that the King of Shamier barely obtained in his old age after losing two sons to war.

A superior omega born after about 200 years.

Thanks to this, Enrique grew up receiving ironclad protection and unlimited affection from his father. No one dared to provoke his temper, and he hadn’t even suffered the slightest scratch on his body until he came of age. Much less was there anyone who could deceive him.

True to his Shamier blood, Enrique was quick to calculate, thorough in planning, and prioritized practical gains. He utterly despised the stupidity of people who act emotionally and suffer losses. And he was confident. Confident that he would never fall into such a trap. But…

“Anture, you con artist! Call him in right now! I said call him in immediately!”

Enrique raged furiously, throwing a fit every time he saw the ring that wouldn’t come off his finger. All the pillows on the bed flew into the air, and the furnishings around the bed followed suit.

“How dare he deceive me! Me! This Enrique! To deceive me, born of Shamier!”

“Your Highness. Please calm down now…”

Pol, who had been quietly dodging the flying objects, cautiously approached. Enrique glared at him with eyes blazing with anger and shame. Pol flinched and closed his mouth.

“Right now! Call him in!”

“First, let’s tidy up the room a bit…”

Pol was about to comment on the chaotic state of the room, but seeing Enrique’s eyes grow fiercer, he changed his words.

“Understood. I’ll quickly send an attendant to call the Prince of Ruben again.”

At Pol’s answer, Enrique sat down heavily on the bed, trying to catch his breath.

Enrique’s eyes, after nervously running his hand through his hair, turned to the ring sitting quietly on his finger. The ring, the cause of all this trouble, was annoyingly emitting a brilliant light.

Anture, to think that little kid would pull such a ridiculous stunt…

Enrique could hardly believe that Anture had coaxed him into putting this ring on his finger. How did he plan to deal with the aftermath? Surely he didn’t have the foolish thought that he could gradually coax Enrique into forgiving him?

While Enrique was fuming, Pol, instead of immediately calling an attendant, was picking up the scattered objects and putting them back in place. It seemed he didn’t dare to receive the Prince of Ruben in this state.

Enrique glared at Pol. Feeling the gaze, Pol placed the pillow he was holding on the bed and looked around the now-tidy room with a satisfied face.

“Quickly, call him in.”

Enrique said, grinding his teeth. Pol was about to nod and turn around when he paused.

Pol hesitated and closely examined Enrique. When Enrique looked at him with a “what are you doing” expression, Pol raised his hand and touched Enrique’s forehead.

“What is it?”

When Enrique asked irritably, Pol tilted his head.

“Your eyes are red, and your cheeks are flushed. Touching you, I can feel your fever has risen again.”

At Pol’s words, Enrique finally became aware of his physical state that had been hidden behind his excitement.

His breath was hot. His body felt hot. Somehow, his vision was blurry. He thought it might be due to excessive excitement, but he had a strange feeling that wasn’t it.

“Your Highness?”

Pol asked, his hand still on Enrique’s forehead. Pol’s familiar touch on his forehead felt strangely foreign. The point where skin touched skin tingled. And that tingling sensation quickly spread throughout his body.

“…Ugh.”

Enrique swallowed a small moan and roughly pushed Pol’s hand away. Then he curled up slightly. The changes in his body that he hadn’t noticed while raging with anger suddenly became apparent.

“Your Highness?”

Pol called worriedly.

“Don’t come close!”

Enrique shouted urgently, gritting his teeth.

His breath was hot. He thought he was out of breath from shouting in excitement, but that wasn’t it. Even when still, his breathing was slightly labored.

That wasn’t all.

His lower abdomen throbbed. Deep inside his body, there was a strange tingling sensation. His body, his skin, his senses were all on edge. An unquenchable thirst rose sharply. He knew without looking. Enrique was clearly erect.

Pol, who was always by Enrique’s side, quickly noticed the change. Pol’s expression rapidly hardened.

“I’ll call Lord Persi.”

Pol said quickly after assessing the situation. Then he alternately looked at Enrique’s disheveled clothes and the window where bright sunlight was pouring in. After a moment’s hesitation, Pol quickly walked to the window and closed all the curtains, blocking out the light.

Enrique glared at Pol, who was busily moving around the now-dark bedroom, lighting candles in every corner of the room. He thought it remarkable that Pol could think of such things even at this moment.

Once he became aware of his physical state, the strange sensations engulfed Enrique like a wave.

“…Nngh…”

Enrique let out a small moan and curled up on the bed, wrapping his arms around himself. Everything that touched his skin was stimulating. His legs were tangled, and his hands kept trying to move downward without his permission. He was barely holding on with sheer will not to show an unsightly appearance to Pol, but his rationality was gradually becoming blurry.

“…Get out.”

Enrique barely managed to speak. Pol, who had lit all the candles in that short time, looked at Enrique and hesitated for a moment before bowing politely.

“I’ll call Lord Persi. I’ll always be outside the door, so please call me if you need anything.”

His voice of concern was filled with worry, concern, and determination.

Pol quickly disappeared outside the bedroom before Enrique could tell him to leave again.

“Ah…!”

As soon as Pol left and the bedroom door closed, the moan that Enrique had been barely suppressing burst out. His vision blurred. He could feel his rationality blurring along with it. Unable to hold back any longer, Enrique lowered his hand between his legs.

“Huk!”

Enrique shuddered as he grasped his rigid, erect dick. The breath he exhaled became even hotter. Such an intense desire that he couldn’t control at all! For Enrique, who usually valued reason above all else, this was an utterly unacceptable state. But at this moment, he instinctively knew that even he couldn’t do anything about it.

“Nngh… Hng. Hng…”

Enrique stimulated his erect dick with clumsy movements. Every time his hand brushed against it, his whole body tingled from head to toe. His toes curled involuntarily. His legs wandered over the bed sheets as if pushing something away.

“Mmn… Nn…”

The stimulation of his dick alone felt like it would make him lose his mind. But this wasn’t enough. Something important wasn’t being resolved at all. Deep inside his body, somewhere was tingling and itchy. His buttocks unconsciously tensed up. His body and mind were impatient with a strong thirst that he couldn’t resolve on his own.

It wasn’t enough. Something was terribly lacking.

Enrique thought with a faint consciousness. What could be lacking? Something hot? Or something cold to cool this heat?

He couldn’t tell.

Whenever his mind briefly returned, Enrique realized he was writhing and panting alone on the bed. He was like a beast without any trace of reason. While feeling ashamed and disgusted by this state, at the same time, he wished for anything to resolve this desperate thirst.

“…Highness.”

Amidst his heavy, hot breathing, a faint voice was heard. Then something very cool carefully cupped Enrique’s cheek.

“Hmnn…”

Enrique let out a satisfied moan at the cool, pleasant sensation.

“Are you in much pain?”

A soft voice flowed into his ear. With his mind momentarily cleared by the cool sensation, Enrique moved his hazy eyes. Someone was right in front of him. Seeing the gentle smile, he remembered.

“…Damiel…”

Enrique moved his hot lips and called his name in a whisper. Damiel smiled even more softly. Seeing the person who could relieve his thirst, Enrique instinctively grabbed Damiel’s wrist that was cupping his cheek and pulled strongly. Damiel obediently followed the pull and climbed onto Enrique’s body.

“It’s painful.”

Enrique pleaded softly. Although he usually detested showing weakness to others, at this moment, he didn’t care about such things. He just wanted. Wanted very intensely.

“Don’t worry about anything. I’ll make you comfortable.”

Damiel said, gently stroking Enrique’s hair. He approached slowly and carefully, as if approaching a young beast.

Damiel’s lips touched Enrique’s. At that melting, soft sensation, joy bloomed throughout his body. His mind, which had briefly cleared, began to blur rapidly again. But Enrique didn’t try to force his mind back. Damiel was the one carefully chosen by his father and was skilled. Now that he was here, it should be safe to relax.

Soft kisses showered down. Tongues intertwined. Large, firm hands caressed up Enrique’s thighs. His mind scattered. His reason became paralyzed, and another self he didn’t know existed began to take control of Enrique’s body. Like a very lewd courtesan, Enrique caressed Damiel’s firm, muscular body with both hands and pulled him close.

Through his hazy vision, he saw flickering candlelight. Amidst this, something sparkling briefly caught his eye. It was the ring on his finger.

Anture.

Enrique inwardly murmured Anture’s name. He recalled Anture’s serious face as he put the ring on him. He had the illusion of Anture’s faint scent brushing his nose. Somehow, his mouth felt parched.