In ordinary times, Lola requires no superfluous pheromones, for her estrus has concluded, and her corporeal state is now stable. Sex pursuits have become rather inconsequential to her.Caesar denied her request to attend school and presented her with a silver-handled, gleaming fruit knife. Crestfallen, Lola retreated to her room, using the silver fruit knife to neatly slice the rosy apple into small pieces, consuming them at a leisurely pace.The apple was exceedingly sweet, a flavor Lola had never encountered in the prime minister-president. Some dumb expert had advised that stimulating flavors could incite instability. Consequently, the fruits and vegetables within the manor were tasteless, inducing a sense of asceticism.Lola meticulously carved the apple into near-identical little cubes, ingesting them like a hamster until her cheeks bulged. Head bowed, she chewed vigorously.Such sweetness, the kind she longed to share with all her friends.On the other side, Caesar observed Lola
Lola opted for silence, gracefully indulging in a steaming hot bath, while Caesar refrained from lingering in her chamber.Perhaps the haughty General Caesar disdained to linger too long in a room belonging to someone of Asti lineage, or perhaps he was indeed a gentleman.Lola, however, paid little heed to such matters. Her hair, naturally curly and a rich shade of brown, had been cropped short, resulting in a voluminous, unmanageable mop that sprouted tufts in every direction. Despite her meticulous efforts with a hairdryer, Lola failed to tame the rebellious hair, conceding that she lacked the finesse required for such tasks.Fortuitously, the stylist Caesar had enlisted arrived punctually within half an hour. Much like a scene from the television series "Sparrow Omega Turns Phoenix," six individuals bustled about her, tending to her all-body beauty care while designing a new hairstyle and fashion ensemble.Lola felt like a doll, as they dressed her in a wine-red gown and softened h
Caesar personally pulled Mr. Barber, who had swallowed a bellyful of water, from the icy lake and helped Lola up from the ground, who was covering her tailbone and groaning. A part of Lola's skirt was torn, and the back of it was covered in dirt. Her hair was a bit messy, and the carefully designed honey-brown curls that once made her look like a little princess now made her look like a runaway princess. Other than that, Lola had no discomfort. By comparison, Mr. Barber, who had been accurately kicked into the lake, was much more unfortunate. At his age, having fallen twice and then kicked into the lake, drinking half a bellyful of water, it was not easy. Fortunately, it was only a brief faint. When he was rescued, Mr. Barber was still muttering, "...Oh God, what is that thing..." Lola remained silent, obediently following behind Caesar, like a squirrel hiding behind a tree stump, trying to tuck the hem of her skirt inwards to avoid exposure. Arthur also came over. His mother had o
Lola stood while eating her portion of the suckling pig. She couldn't sit on a chair now, as even the gentlest friction between her buttocks and the wooden seat would cause pain. The corset that had helped her maintain an upright posture was now completely removed, and Lola gasped for breath while standing and eating her meat.Caesar wasn't hungry, as he usually hadn't eaten much the night. Lola's tearful yet determined eating surprised him.The roast suckling pig was so big; even if Lola was greedy, her ostrich-like stomach couldn't accommodate an entire pig. The pig leg, roasted with applewood charcoal, was tender and juicy. Cut into thin slices with a sharp knife, the crispy skin covered the white meat. Lola held the plate and wished she could just throw away her fork, holding the meat and shoveling it directly into her mouth.If Caesar weren't there, she would definitely do so. Caesar stood up, the sound of his military coat rubbing against the chair was minimal, just a faint nois
Caesar is not presently in a heat period; separated by such a vast distance, it is implausible for him to discern or be beguiled by the scent of an Omega.However, at this moment, Caesar thinks his heat period has arrived prematurely. Despite the great distance that separates him from Lola—so far that it surpasses human olfactory perception—he perceives her scent as if she were nearby.The glass on the table is empty, and Caesar wishes it to be filled with ice-cold water. Darkness encroaches as he remains motionless, confined and restrained by his military uniform and belt, enveloped and bound.The light from the screencasts upon Caesar, as if projecting the silhouette of the girl onto his embraceMoments ago, the indistinct radio receiver suddenly becomes clear, and a moist, sweet voice emerges in his ear. Caesar sits upright, hands clasped together, his expression impatient, as he listens to the breaths and whispers emanating from the headset."...Caesar, fuck me...""Ah...Admiral,
If he could do it all over again, Caesar would choose to send this gluttonous little piglet to the detention room without any hesitation, rather than having her lying there with flushed cheeks, communicating with his mother now.She even used that honey-like voice to converse, "… Yes, Caesar didn't want me to tell you… even though he has already marked me permanently, but because of my background—"When Lola talked to people with this kind of voice and demeanor, she didn't look like a foolish troublemaker at all. Before she could say anything more, Caesar, with a stern face, successfully took the phone from her hand.He didn't reprimand this restless girl who was still causing trouble even when sick, his mother's surprised voice came from the phone, "… Caesar! Have you found an Omega you like? I'm so happy for you…"Caesar: "…""She seems to be a little uncomfortable. Did you not treat her gently? That's not good, Caesar. Omegas are weaker than you think…"Caesar: "…"No, he was cert
To this day, Lola is still unable to determine Caesar's tolerance and bottom line. He is so concerned about her race that even the physiological feedback is suppressed.Lola once despised herself for being an Omega, she hated and resisted the effect of pheromones on the body. Now, she finally clearly feels the benefits brought by the pheromones. What Caesar left was rapidly flowing and transported in her blood, like basking in the sun on a winter blanket, the painful nerves no longer screaming, so comfortable as if drinking a cup of hot cocoa in the snow.She desperately needed to get out of this cage, but unfortunately, Caesar did not show Lola any tenderness this time.Lola sat on the bed, released her grip, and extended her beautiful feet with diamond-tipped nails. She tilted her face slightly and looked at Caesar, asking, "Don't you need my help?"Caesar finally approached Lola, gripping the back of her neck, and asked, "Do you think I am a beast swayed by desire?"Lola admitted t
The moment she heard the gunshot, Lola felt her head being pushed to the side, avoiding the bullet. Her vision was limited to Caesar's black clothes as her lower leg bumped against the edge of the car, the pain not having time to spread before she heard a resentful voice from inside the vehicle, speaking in the Asti language which Lola could familiarize, "Die, executioner!"The bullet penetrated Caesar's clothes near his shoulder and slammed heavily into the glass behind him, immediately causing a sharp and piercing scream.Lola caught a whiff of a familiar scent, but Caesar remained silent, covering her eyes with his hand to prevent her from looking around.His palm was broad, warm, and comforting, with his little finger pressing against Lola's lips. Her heart raced as three gunshots rang out. Even with the silencer, it felt like her eardrums were about to burst, and the faint scent of blood lingered in the air.Caesar never put Lola down, carrying her around to the driver's seat—Lo