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At that moment, Remy couldn’t help but flinch in shock, unable to hide his reaction.
They were Betas.
That meant they shouldn’t be able to smell his pheromones, yet even they had figured out that he was an Omega.
“Right? He’s definitely an Omega.”
“Yeah, look at his small frame and pale skin.”
As the men exchanged comments, one of them abruptly yanked off Remy’s hat.
His face, previously hidden in the shadows, was now fully exposed.
It was the moment when Remy’s face, renowned for its beauty even among the most stunning figures in high society, was revealed to them.
“Whoa.”
The expressions of the men who saw his face shifted strangely.
They had suspected he might be an Omega based on what they’d observed, but to find one this beautiful? It was beyond their expectations.
Though they didn’t say it outright, inwardly, they were delighted.
Discovering an Omega wandering alone in such a secluded alley was an extraordinary stroke of luck.
This was a rough neighborhood frequented by laborers, and if anything were to happen to this Omega, no one would bat an eye.
In fact, people here might join in rather than help.
“What’s an Omega as lovely as you doing out here? Alone, no less, and at this late hour?”
One of them spoke, his tone dripping with mockery as the others swallowed audibly.
None of them had ever been with an Omega before.
They had only heard rumors—Betas, even among the nobility, sought Omegas for the unparalleled pleasure they were said to provide.
Male Omegas were especially rare, regarded as treasures exclusive to the upper echelons.
With such a small population of male Omegas, they were always treated with the utmost care.
“W-Who said I’m an Omega?”
“Yeah, right. W-Who’s the Omega here?”
Mocking his words, they laughed uproariously, their jeers grating in Remy’s ears.
Trembling with fury, he struggled to shake off the hands gripping his shoulders, but the man holding him only tightened his grip, to the point where the pressure became painful.
“Let me go! You bastards, let me go!”
“If you can make us let go, then go ahead and try.”
“I already gave you money! I have nothing else! There’s nothing more to take!”
At that, one of the men, who had been laughing up until then, abruptly stopped.
Step by step, he closed the distance between himself and Remy, looking him up and down with a grotesque grin.
“That’s not true. It seems you have something else to offer us.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You know exactly what I mean. What you’ve got there.”
“…”
“It looks so tempting. Why don’t you share it with us?”
Realizing what they wanted, a wave of dread washed over Remy, and his body stiffened.
The man leaned closer, raising his thick, coarse fingers to press against Remy’s chest.
“People say Omegas taste amazing. That it’s like heaven when they’re licked and bitten.”
Overwhelmed by rage at the man’s disgusting words, Remy squirmed, his anger boiling over.
The more he struggled, the tighter the man’s grip on his shoulder became.
He screamed at the top of his lungs.
“Let me go, you sick perverts! Let go!”
“Perverts? Aren’t you Omegas the real perverts? When you’re in heat, you go begging for men to hold you, don’t you? You can’t even live without a man. And you’re calling us perverts?”
“What… What did you just say?”
“Oh, is it because we’re commoners? Do you think your precious Omega body is too good for us lowly folk?”
Remy was speechless.
The audacity of these men was unbelievable.
Who was harassing whom?
Their hatred for the nobility was apparent, but this was beyond the pale.
Attacking an innocent Omega in the street?
No excuse could justify such behavior.
Yet they showed no remorse. In fact, they seemed proud of themselves, as if tormenting someone from the upper class was perfectly reasonable.
‘This is bad. They’re completely out of control. And there’s no one here to help me… What should I do? How can I get away?’
As Remy desperately racked his brain for a solution, another man grabbed his arm, and now he was restrained on both sides.
The men began dragging him deeper into the alley.
“What are you doing?! Stop! Let me go!”
Dragged helplessly by the men, Remy shouted with all his might.
His voice echoed through the empty alley, but there was no one to hear it.
Only his own desperate cries bounced back to his ears.
“I said, let go, you sick bastards!”
Thud. With his arms pinned, Remy kicked out wildly, managing to land a solid blow to the groin of the man in front of him.
“Ugh!”
The man groaned, doubling over in pain, clutching himself.
Gasping for air, he stayed hunched over for a moment before, as soon as the pain subsided, he lashed out with a slap.
“You little shit!”
Smack. The slap sent Remy’s head snapping to the side.
His cheek swelled red almost instantly, and the corner of his lip split open.
His head rang as if he’d slammed it into a brick wall, and a high-pitched ringing filled his ears.
Stunned, he froze in place, his frail body barely able to withstand the blow.
“Hold him down. Looks like talking won’t get through to him.”
The men no longer referred to him as “you” but instead called him “this shit.”
Following orders, the two holding Remy tightened their grip further, leaving him completely immobilized.
The man in the center approached, his coarse hands reaching for the front of Remy’s jacket, undoing it.
‘No!’
Remy’s mind raced, finally snapping him back to awareness.
He tried to break free, but his body refused to cooperate.
His strength was gone. In no time, his jacket was open, exposing his torso.
His flawless, pale skin gleamed in the dim light, drawing audible gulps from the men.
Remy clenched his teeth.
“You disgusting pigs! Get away! Stay back!”
“Shut up. No one’s coming to save you.”
“Get away! Let me go! Now!”
“You just don’t listen, do you?”
The man slapped him again, harder this time.
Despite the pain and the ringing in his ears, Remy fought to stay conscious.
Meanwhile, the man who had struck him leaned in closer, his filthy hands roaming freely over Remy’s exposed skin.
‘No!’
Remy was desperate.
He couldn’t let himself fall victim to these thugs.
Mustering every ounce of strength he had left, he thrashed and struggled, but it was futile.
His captors’ hands only grew bolder, their laughter more mocking, as they continued their assault.
‘Can’t believe this. I can’t move a muscle. There’s no way to escape.’
Ignoring Remy’s resistance, the man’s actions grew increasingly insistent.
The filthy gestures made anger surge within Remy, nausea rising to his throat.
The men standing nearby only swallowed hard, their gazes fixated.
Each one of them—disgustingly so—showed the undeniable evidence of arousal.
“Is it because you’re an Omega? How is your skin so soft? So tender… I wonder if your insides are the same?”
As if his hands weren’t enough, the man began to taunt Remy with his mouth as well.
The sickening sensation made Remy thrash harder, twisting his body in vain.
The man’s lips pressed against Remy’s neck, his hands venturing downward.
As they slipped beneath his clothes, Remy’s eyes widened in panic.
“No! Stop it!”
His scream echoed through the empty streets.
The darkened surroundings fell into a heavy silence, save for the wet, obscene noises.
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They say experience is the best teacher.. constantly ignoring the dangers does not mean the dangers won’t come on you..