Chapter 34 – Secret Weapon
Resonance 6, Part 6
Novel Title: 共鳴発情 オメガバース (Resonance Heat: Omegaverse)
Author：岩本薫 (Iwamoto Kaoru)
Illustrator: 蓮川愛 (Hasukawa Ai)
Translator: K (@kin0monogatari)
Protagonists: 本浄天音 (Honjou Amane) & 苅谷煌騎 (Kariya Kouki) / 首藤煌騎 (Shutou Kouki)
*Please read at Novels Space.space, the original site of translation. TQ*
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A strange, oppressive aura began to fill the room. The temperature seemed to rise, and Kouki felt his body heat up as sweat started to bead on his skin. A shiver ran down his spine. And his breath grew shallow.
This feeling… Kouki had felt it before, not long ago. It was unmistakable.
Omega pheromones—!
Had Amane deliberately released them?
The young guard gulped audibly.
Clang… clatter…
The sound of the baton slipping from the guard’s hand and hitting the floor echoed in the room. As if that noise had signalled the start, the guard lunged at Amane.
Panting heavily, the guard pinned Amane down. His face was flushed red with raw desire. His eyes were wild with lust. The omega pheromones had completely overwhelmed him, erasing any trace of reason.
“Stop it!” Kouki yelled at the man who was biting into Honjo’s neck as he pushed him down on his back.
The guard tore open Amane’s coat, yanking his shirt up to expose his chest. He roughly grabbed Amane’s arms, forcing them above his head, and began licking and groping him without restraint. All the while, Amane remained motionless. His fair arms were outstretched toward the ceiling like a lifeless doll.
“Stop touching him!”
Kouki shouted in anger, gritting his teeth as he struggled against his restraints. He desperately pulled at the ropes binding his hands, trying to free himself. But the bonds only tightened, biting into his skin until blood began to ooze.
“Damn it…!”
The helplessness was unbearable. The frustration of not being able to do anything while his partner was being assaulted right next to him gnawed at his mind.
His head felt like it was about to explode from the pressure. It was like a blood vessel was going to burst in his brain.
“Stop it! Stop it! STOP!”
Kouki’s frustration boiled over. His voice grew louder with every desperate scream.
“Don’t touch him! That person is…-”
(That person is mine!)
He almost shouted the words, but stopped himself just in time.
(Wait… What was I about to say?)
(That person is… mine?)
As Kouki was caught off guard by the voice of his own heart, Amane, who had been silently submitting to the guard, suddenly spoke up.
“Don’t be so eager.”
He leaned in, his slightly flushed lips close to the young guard’s ear.
“Hey, you want to fuck me, right? But I can’t spread my legs tied up like this…”
“…”
“Undo the ropes on my legs.”
Lured by the dark, sweet voice, the guard began to move in a dazed, almost sleepwalking manner. He started to untie the ropes around Amane’s ankles. Once the ropes were removed, the guard immediately covered Amane again. Looking up at him, Amane gave a seductive smile.
“Good boy… Now, let’s do this next. You can do that, right?”
He lowered his arms, which had been raised above his head, and extended them in front of his face.
The guard hesitated at the request. Still holding on to a bit of his remaining rationality, Amane leaned in and pressed his lips against the guard’s. He sensuously licked the guard’s lips with his red, enticing tongue and whispered in a husky voice.
“From here on, you’ll have to untie me first.”
The guard, breathing heavily, clumsily began to untie the ropes. Once his hands were free, Amane waved them around playfully.
“Thank you. You’ve saved me.”
As soon as he expressed his gratitude, Amane kicked the crotch of the man who was covering him with his knee.
“Ugh—!”
The guard let out a silent scream and collapsed. Without missing a beat, Amane, who had quickly stood up, struck the guard’s neck with a sharp karate chop. The guard fell motionless, his body still from the swift, thirty-second move following the kick.
“Phew…”
Exhaling deeply, Amane cracked his neck and returned to Kouki. He knelt on the floor and began to untie the ropes binding Kouki’s hands and feet.
As soon as the ropes fell away, Kouki grabbed the front of Amane’s shirt and yelled at him.
“Why did you do that?!”
Amane, who had been pulled closer, frowned with his well-shaped eyebrows.
“Why are you suddenly getting all worked up? This is the part where you should be thanking me for my hard work.”
“Omega pheromones destroy the suppressive functions of alpha and beta. That guard completely lost his reason. What were you planning to do if you couldn’t stop his rampage?”
“Well, it’s my secret weapon. What’s wrong with using my own secret weapon?”
Amane defiantly shrugged and spoke with a cheeky tone.
“Besides, whether I take one fuck or two now is irrelevant.”
He self-deprecatingly chuckled. Kouki felt a rush of blood to his head in anger.
“You’re not someone who should sell yourself short like that!”
As Kouki raised his voice, Amane responded with a confused “Huh?”
“Sell myself short? You know I’m a Stray Omega, right?”
“So what if you’re a Stray Omega?”
Kouki’s sharp retort made one of his eyebrows twitch.
“You are my ‘soulmate.’”
(That’s right…)
Kouki had realised it when he saw Amane nearly assaulted earlier.
He was not just a partner. Amane is a special person to him.
“…And there you go with that nonsense again…”
“I…-!”
Kouki interrupted Amane’s attempt to deflect with a fervent tone, staring straight into his black eyes.
“I want…- I want you to appreciate yourself more.”
As Kouki pleaded earnestly, Amane’s brow slowly furrowed.
Even though he was putting up a tough front, Kouki had come to understand over their time together that Amane hid a deep vulnerability within.
The moment it became known that he was a Stray Omega, Amane was reminded again of the harsh reality that his death could easily be swept under the rug and his existence as a social outcast. This investigation wasn’t just about avenging Shou; it was also a battle to reclaim Amane’s dignity, sullied by the world around him.
Watching Amane throw himself into danger without a second thought was painful. And Kouki felt helpless, unable to protect him. That frustration welled up inside, and he tightened his grip on Amane’s shirt.
“Don’t take any more reckless risks,” he said in a low, firm voice.
“Promise me you won’t.”
Amane’s expression showed a hint of confusion. But quickly turned into a glare, as if annoyed by his own vulnerability.
“…Just let go already,” Amane ordered in a sharp tone, and Kouki slowly released his grip on the shirt.
“Tch, what are you getting all worked up for? Now it’s stretched out,” Amane muttered, tugging at the collar that was already loose. But there was a noticeable lack of his usual edge in both his voice and expression.
Noticing Kouki still watching him, Amane averted his gaze. He turned his face to the side, speaking brusquely.
“Let’s search Iwaki’s private room before he gets back.”
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*Translator’s Note: It’s understandable that it’s kinda difficult for someone like Honjou to trust someone so easily, no matter how sincere the other person is. -K
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Next update: 2024.12.22
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