Chapter 3 - Ange, My Angel
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Encounter (3)
The man was right—Ange was indeed a male Omega.
In this world, besides men and women, there were three additional genders: Alpha, Beta, and Omega.
The majority of the population, over 70%, were Betas. They had no distinguishing traits and led perfectly ordinary lives. Alphas, considered superior to Betas and Omegas in every way, occupied most of society's top tiers and upper classes. Still, they made up only around 20% of the population.
Even rarer were the Omegas, who constituted less than 10% of the population. Among them, male Omegas were particularly rare, being the only ones among the three male genders capable of bearing children.
However, their social status was low due to the disruptive nature of their heat cycles, which made them emit uncontrollable pheromones, often leading to rejection by society. In fact, many who discovered their Omega status at the gender examination held on their tenth birthday were abandoned by their parents and sent to institutions.
Ange was one such Omega.
At 19, Omegas were required to leave the institution and find work to survive, but for an Omega without family or connections, employment was nearly impossible to secure. Many would end up in the sex trade.
Among clients, Omegas—especially male ones—were in high demand for breeding purposes, and many were forced to sell their bodies.
"You're an Omega, aren't you?"
When the man said this, a flicker of disgust crossed Ange's face, but he quickly masked his feelings, replacing them with a forced smile.
"Yes…"
"Do you always hang around this area?"
"…Not always."
It was actually Ange's first time wandering here. Though he tried to act tough by saying "not always," the truth was he had never sold his body before.
But it had been a week since he left the institution, and he hadn't had a proper meal. His throat was parched, and his hunger had long passed the point of endurance.
Ange had decided that this was the only way to survive now. Yet, not having done this before, he had no idea how to approach a potential client, let alone how to entice one. He had just been walking back and forth in the same spot for some time now.
"Are you going to buy me?"
Ange looked up at the man with a deliberately rough tone, trying to sound seductive.
It was the best he could muster at that moment.
But his attempt backfired. The man twisted Ange's thin arm sharply.
"—Ow, let go!"
"Shut up! You think you can just start selling yourself here without asking?"
"…What?"
Did he need permission to sell himself? Having spent most of his life in an institution, Ange had no idea about such things.
"Everyone knows this is Mantegna Family territory. If you want to do business here, you've got to pay up."
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