Due to the intricacies of the physiological mechanism, each Alpha and Omega, upon reaching adulthood, must inevitably confront the trials of the heat period.Constrained by social etiquette and moral principles and aided by advancements in medicine, most individuals can suppress physical discomfort through medication until they find their other half.Suppressants quell the dark urges of their nature, but some unfortunate souls still cannot benefit from the progress of medicine. Their immune systems vehemently reject these drugs and hormones, and most suppressants available on the market are ineffective. They must rely solely on their willpower to endure the excruciating ordeal of their particular period. Failures are not uncommon; every year, there are reports of Alphas losing control and attacking Omegas. A few years ago, a significant movement erupted, demanding that Alphas wear muzzles in public to prevent them from assaulting Omegas. However, this movement was severely criticized
Caesar attended an aristocratic school solely before reaching adulthood; even as an imperial citizen, the purported universal equality remained elusive. The empire ultimately coalesced into its current federated form a century ago through myriad wars and divisions. Despite the immense economic and technological advancements, society remains stratified by wealth beyond the original royal and noble classes. In principle, all are considered equal and accessible; however, this notion rings hollow... Capitalists have ruthlessly amassed fortunes during wartime and through rapid technological innovation, perpetually consolidating wealth and influence within a select few. From education to employment, they scarcely interact with commoners. The majority, oblivious to the privileged class's opulent existence, erroneously assume their circumstances represent the norm, believing they live in the freedom the empire purports. Simultaneously, they disdainfully avert their noses from the squalor of
Lola could distinctly detect the faint scent of blood wafting from Caesar, unable to discern his actions nor desiring to pass judgment.Lately, whispers of the nation's intent to further restrict the Asti people's movements have been pervasive. Rumors suggest that to maintain urban stability, a new proposal has emerged to demarcate fixed regions within states, wherein all Asti inhabitants would be relocated and thereafter require permits for free movement.International human rights organizations are protesting, denouncing the proposal as akin to constructing concentration camps, while some object, fearing it may incite extremist retaliation from the Asti people....Lola revealed a grin, tilting her face upward as any Omega would, and embraced Caesar, who had permanently marked her just days prior: "General."Caesar, initially unresponsive to Lola's gesture, simply nodded at his sister.Incredulous, Emilia murmured, "Brother!"Caesar stated, "She is the best candidate." Lola remained
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,