Chapter 10 (NSFW) - Ange, My Angel
Translator's Note:
Hello, I hope you've all been doing well.
Trigger Warning: Pedophilia
I don 't know if it was necessary to go into so much detail, but yeah, it was as much agonizing to translate.
Fated Mate (3)
His clothes stripped away, the director would touch every part of Ange's body in his bed.
What Ange hated most was the kiss that signaled the start of everything. It was the closest the director's face would come to his own, and Ange could see every detail.
The director's thick tongue would violate his small mouth relentlessly, and then move downward—ears, neck, chest, stomach—until finally it reached Ange's child-sized core and enclosed it.
It was disgusting. At least, that's how it had felt at first. When had it started? When had that faint, smoldering heat ignited deep inside him, spreading until his whole body was aflame, unbearable and overwhelming?
Each time, his father's words would resurface.
"After all, the child of an Omega prostitute is doomed to the same wretched fate."
──I'm wretched, too. That's why I feel this... why I can't help but respond to this...
The director would insert his thick fingers into Ange's small, tightly closed bud. First one, then two, probing and exploring inside.
When Ange winced in pain, the director would laugh, saying, "When you mature and enter your heat, this will lubricate on its own. Even now, you're gripping my fingers so tightly... I wonder how you'll react when I finally put myself in you. That will be a moment worth waiting for."
The thought of that moment terrified him. The idea of how his body might change, how he might writhe when a man finally drove his stake into him—it made him want to die.
But even now, at nineteen, Ange had yet to enter his heat.
Because of that, he had been able to avoid crossing that final line with the director.
Although the director had grown tired of Ange, who had matured from a boy into a young man, and no longer showed interest in him, it meant that Ange had been able to leave the institution unscathed. He had never sold his body, and now, he worked at Liberty Bell. He considered himself fortunate.
If he could, Ange wished that his heat would never come.
*
The club had opened for the night, and the other cast members were heading to the main floor one by one.
"Ange, can I talk to you for a moment?"
As Ange was tidying up the empty dressing room, the manager called out to him from behind.
"Yes?"
Turning around, he saw an unfamiliar man standing beside the manager.
The man, with long silver hair that shimmered as he brushed it back, stepped forward to approach Ange.
He was tall, and just standing in front of him, Ange could feel an overwhelming force. The man's well-tailored suit did nothing to hide the strength of the muscular body beneath.
"Are you Ange?"
His eyes, a cold shade of gray-blue, gazed down at Ange. His voice, though low and soft, carried a surprising warmth.
"Yes," Ange replied, meeting the man's gaze.
The man smiled gently. "I am Ian Tikaani, the owner of this club and Aaron's brother."
"Oh, um... nice to meet you..." Ange tried to respond, but his words trailed off as he found himself interrupted.
Ian reached out and cupped Ange's cheeks gently in his hands.
"My, you are beautiful," Ian murmured, his gaze intense. "And this faint, sweet scent of flowers... I find it delightful."
"Ah, um..."
──"He comes every month, looking for an Omega to bond with..."
The words Ange had overheard earlier echoed in his mind.
(Could it be...?)
But surely, Ange hadn't been chosen. He couldn't believe it.
Ian's gaze held him frozen in place, unable to move. He felt the softest of kisses on his tightly pressed lips, and then Ian whispered in his ear, his voice sending a shiver through Ange's entire body.
"I've made my choice. You will be my partner for the upcoming Lunatic Night."
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