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Who was the first to claim that bald men have great stamina? I’ve believed it all my life, but now I’m not so sure.

⤷ Probably a bald guy. 1) If they’re bad in bed too, who would even date them?

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“Uaaah…!”

After Jin Sejun wrote the comment, he pushed the keyboard tray into his desk and stretched, his broad chest and shoulders expanding.

The crackling noise that followed was almost too much for a human body to produce.

He alternated between anxiously flipping through consultation pages and anonymous forums, then removed his non-prescription glasses to press his temples.

Responding to inquiries about hair transplants on the clinic’s homepage with polite answers, he occasionally let himself loose on anonymous boards where he didn’t have to watch his words.

No one can maintain the 100% polite “consultant mode” all the time, especially not Jin Sejun, whose disposition wasn’t particularly kind to begin with.

Everyone agrees that men—especially Alphas—face less pressure to maintain a “neat appearance” compared to Omegas.

However, even the “Alpha males” who had it all in terms of wealth and power often found themselves humbled in the face of hereditary baldness, something money couldn’t fix.

For Jin Sejun, though, this wasn’t entirely a bad thing.

The more people fretted, worried, and obsessed, the more business the clinic received.

Deficiency.

That pathetic word once seemed irrelevant to him. He’d enjoyed earning money, reached what felt like a career high as a consultant, and genuinely felt fulfilled.

But lately, life had grown dull—and even hollow.

Between tasks, he’d begun straying from the clinic’s website to join online forums full of people troubled by baldness, leaving mischievous comments, or…

“Judging by your upload pattern, you probably sleep at night and work during the day. Nice body, and that’s a pretty cock you’ve got. I’d like to catch a whiff of those pheromones… Though it’s disgusting because you’re an Alpha.”

…watching other people’s masturbation videos had become Jin Sejun’s only source of amusement.

Not long ago, he nearly broadcasted a male moaning soundtrack to the clinic lobby by accidentally connecting his phone to the speakers.

After that disaster, he switched back to wired earbuds.

It had become an addiction.

Anyone who knew him might wonder why he resorted to voyeurism instead of dating an Omega.

With his perfect appearance and tolerable personality, Sejun was confident he could treat anyone who loved him unconditionally like royalty.

He’d never been in a serious relationship, but if someone became his partner, he’d give them everything—even his last breath.

The world is full of sleazy trash who treat Omegas as their personal property, and Sejun had spent enough years in Alpha social circles to know that much.

And sadly, Omegas often fell for such Alphas, as long as they showed the tiniest bit of respect or pretended to be kind.

“Those Alphas should just die.”

Any Alpha who made Omegas cry deserved death in Sejun’s book.

If the perfect Omega for him existed, he’d ensure they never lifted a finger.

He’d take care of them, no questions asked.

With significant savings and stable income, he was an ideal Alpha—one any Omega would drool over.

Sejun didn’t feel any competitiveness toward other Alphas, unlike most of his peers.

Perhaps this lack of enmity explained why he occasionally ventured into “those circles” to watch not only love-starved Omegas but also Alphas.

One account particularly caught his attention: a so-called Alpha with the ridiculous username “Beta.”

― Ah, ngh… Ha…!

Muffled groans traveled up the wires of his earbuds, their suppressed quality oddly pitiful.

Judging by the restraint, the guy must live with his parents.

If only his room’s lighting were a bit brighter…

Toward the end, his swollen erection—a telltale sign of an Alpha in heat—pulsed slightly.

Omegas filled the comments, writhing and attempting to catch his attention, but “Beta” showed no interest in their enthusiasm.

The account had no comments or captions—just masturbation videos.

When Sejun first stumbled upon it, it barely had any followers.

But within weeks, it had gained explosive popularity both domestically and abroad.

Startled by the sudden fame, “Beta” stopped uploading new videos for a while.

What a peculiar Alpha.

As Sejun tried to steady his slightly labored breathing, the desktop messenger chimed.

NumberTwo: Just tell the clients you got your hair done here.

Me: Screw off.

The second-oldest brother of this male hair transplant clinic, nicknamed named ‘Moses’ Miracles,’ constantly pestered Sejun to lie.

Just tell clients his impeccable hairline was courtesy of the clinic, not genetics.

Blending beautiful Alphas and Omegas doesn’t always produce perfect results.

While Sejun’s family was unremarkable, he was clearly the luckiest outcome—a beautiful anomaly.

Perhaps that’s why he grew up so smug.

His second brother brought him into the clinic purely for his looks and smooth-talking skills.

Having a consultant as handsome as a celebrity was nothing but an asset.

To tone down his overwhelming aura, Sejun even wore non-prescription glasses, worried his confident appearance might intimidate clients.

The pomade-styled hair, tailored suits—all of it was his brother’s doing.

Sejun did enjoy grooming and taking care of himself, but lately, with no one to impress except clients, he found it increasingly pointless.

NumberTwo: It’s not even a big deal. Just say I did it.

NumberTwo: What’s the point of emphasizing you’re naturally handsome? It’s not like you’re hooking up with the clients.

NumberTwo: Hey.

NumberTwo: …?

NumberTwo: You’re not trying to seduce clients, are you?

Me: Are you insane? No.

‘It’d be nice if I could seduce even a customer.’

The thought itself wasn’t unfamiliar, which only made it more infuriating.

For an Alpha—an Alpha with excellent specs, no less—to reach over thirty without any experience, it was only natural that their head would become entirely preoccupied with sex.

Hence, Jin Sejun’s obsession with the old saying about bald men having heightened virility surpassed even that of actual bald men.

The moment he saw a customer with traits, his eyes would dart around, assessing the density of their hair roots, the correlation with their stamina, and even their nose size, a feature often mentioned in a similar context, imagining what their performance in bed might be like.

When an Alpha customer came in, he’d mentally pair them with an Omega that seemed fitting, speculating on their style in bed.

And in the process, a perfectly conditioned, 100%-potential-realizing imaginary Jin Sejun always emerged victorious over that Alpha.

As for Omega customers, honestly, he had imagined them leaning into him more times than he cared to admit.

He’d usually stop himself, feeling a sense of futility, but if his thoughts ever played out visibly beside him, he’d have been arrested for public indecency and sexual harassment long ago.

Still, to call him “desperate” for such things felt misplaced—Jin Sejun was simply too attractive.

So much so that people often assumed he must’ve broken countless Omega hearts.

When he was younger, he thought he’d find someone in college.

Then he figured it’d happen once he started working.

But now, he knew better—it wasn’t going to happen, not ever.

If he’d known it would come to this, he might have had more fun before college entrance exams.

Nothing else mattered.

The issue lay in the pheromones of Alpha Jin Sejun, who otherwise appeared flawless.

“Manager~ The director asked me to bring this to you.”

The staff member who opened the consultation room door smiled but wrinkled their nose as soon as they stepped in.

“Was the last customer an Omega?”

“Huh? Oh….”

The employee was an Omega.

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