The Spicy Omega
Translator: Katie
Editor: Derpy
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Summertime Part-Time Job
That time Kijima invited Karasawa to work part-time with him at a resort.
(Kijima POV)
In the summer of our third year of high school, we were split into two different groups of people.
Those who spent their time studying and those who didn’t study at all.
Most of my close friends in high school were the latter, but some were in the former.
One of whom was my friend—no, my best friend, one I could even call my platonic soulmate.
That person was Karasawa Shinya.
I graduated from a technical school for car mechanics in two years with ease (correction, just barely), and Karasawa went on to a four-year university program and was now in his third year.
It seemed that in their third year, university students went into a more specialized field, and while the content became more intense, the time spent in school itself decreased.
Karasawa was no exception and didn’t seem to be too busy, so he was happy to respond to my desperate calls for help.
That was exactly what a platonic soulmate should be like.
Although Karasawa was hiding it, he was an omega. He even had a mate.
It seemed like his mate was quite reluctant to let him accept my offer… but he somehow gave in, saying, “I guess since it’s a request from Kijima of all people…” Karasawa did a good job in persuading him.
He had grown up in the time we hadn’t seen each other and seemed to know how to treat his mate a lot better than before.
“So, what can I help you with specifically?”
Karasawa had arrived at a seaside restaurant.
Standing on the wide wooden balcony, he looked at the exterior of the restaurant with interest.
He was wearing a brand-new white shirt, black slacks, and a black apron that covered his waist to his knees.
It was the so-called waiter style.
I took out my smartphone and took a picture of Karasawa standing there, looking lost against the backdrop of a blue sky with giant clouds.
“Huh? What? Did you just take a picture of me?”
“This is my quota.”
“For what?”
“…”
“Huh? What is it?”
I ushered the confused Karasawa inside the store and followed him, dressed the same way.
In the summer of my third year of high school, some friends invited me to work at a beach hut.
It was only for about two weeks during the busy season, but it was an experience filled with good things: good friends, rewarding work, the vast ocean, the sound of the waves, the cries of seagulls, meeting girls in revealing clothes…
After that, I went to help out there every summer for different lengths of time.
This year, the owner of the beach hut opened a new restaurant bar in an area near the coast, so I decided to work part-time there.
“Phew~ You really saved us Kijima-kun. We were having a hard time gathering temporary part-time workers…”
“I’ve already heard plenty of thanks from you, manager. This is Karasawa. It’s fine if this is his first part-time job, right?”
“I’m grateful he’s even here. Looking forward to working with you.”
“Y-Yes, please take care of me.”
I introduced Karasawa to the manager, who was busy preparing to open the store.
This sheltered omega, who had never worked part-time before, bowed awkwardly, looking extremely nervous.
I took him out to the balcony to show him a beautiful view to ease his tension, but it didn’t seem to have much effect.
The manager was a seaman with a muscular build and a tan, but he was a kind and gentle beta. Karasawa would be able to get along with him quickly.
I introduced him to the other permanent part-timers and joined the preparations for the opening.
Karasawa was frantically writing something down on a small notepad he had in his pocket as he listened to the manager.
A male part-timer I knew, who worked with me at the beach hut last year, stood next to me as I stared intensely at the inventory list.
“Kijima~ I didn’t know you had such a smart friend.”
“What’s with that surprised face? He was caught by a smart guy like me.”
“If you’re smart, then that seagull over there is a genius.”
“That’s so rude!”
The senior part-timer laughed and elbowed me in the side.
Even though he said something so rudely, I understood. Karasawa and my other friend, Amami, were completely different from me.
Still, we were friends, and Karasawa was a good guy who agreed to help his friend.
It had been confirmed that there were no alphas among the employees during the time Karasawa was working here.
He was already bonded to a mate and was a rare omega who had almost no qualities of an omega in the first place, but spending a long time with alphas in a small space could lead to something happening. I couldn’t say that it would never happen.
I never wanted to be caught between an alpha and an omega again, so I made sure to confirm this with the manager. I told the manager that I didn’t like alphas for personal reasons.
If an alpha customer came, there was nothing I could do about it, but under these conditions, Karasawa’s mate, who was very nagging and controlling, was somehow satisfied.1
(I wonder why I had to go through so much trouble… but it looked like it was going to pay off.)
As dusk approached and customers started to come in one by one, I narrowed my eyes as I watched Karasawa timidly attend to them.
He was naturally smart, so he could handle things well even if it was his first time. He also didn’t hesitate to put in effort. At this rate, it should be fine to leave him alone.
I took my eyes off the hall and started on the work that was assigned to me.
(Karasawa POV)
“I’m back…”
“Welcome back, Shinya.”
I dragged my feet and opened the door to find Ren waiting for me.
I was urged in by him and handed my luggage over, then went straight into his open arms.
When I sensed the presence of my mate for the first time in a day, I felt all the tense muscles in my body relax.
“…I’m tired…”
“Good job on your first part-time job. Today was the last day, right?”
“Mhm… I can’t take another step…”
Eighty percent of what I was saying was true, and the rest was me acting a little spoiled.
Even though Ren must have known how I actually felt, he gave me a wry smile and picked me up. I was slowly carried into the room.
Maybe it’s because I hadn’t been doing much exercise or outdoor activities up until now, but the soles of my feet were tingling from all the work I did standing. I massaged them every day before going to bed, but it seemed like new fatigue was building up before it went away.
According to the other staff, the tired legs get better once you get used to it, but I was only employed for a limited period of time, so it was done before I could get used to it.
“Did you enjoy your part-time job?”
“…Yeah.”
I was guided toward the sofa, leaning against Ren more than usual.
If I sat down, it felt like I would fall asleep, but Ren slowly stroked my hair, which felt so good that it made it hard for me to let him go.
The part-time job at the restaurant that Kijima brought me to, with the condition that it would only be for two weeks, was more enjoyable than I expected.
Of course, it was hard labor, so it wasn’t all fun and games—and above all, it was tiring. But fortunately, I didn’t get into any fights with the customers, and the staff were all very friendly and cheerful, so being part of that circle would probably lead to fond memories.
I pushed my lazy body to take a bath, somehow avoiding falling asleep in the tub, and immediately sank into bed after.
“Looks like you are really tired.”
As my damp hair soaked the sheets, Ren pampered me thoroughly.
I was picked up, and as Ren obediently dried me with the hairdryer, my head couldn’t stop swaying unsteadily.
Two other part-time employees besides me and Kijima were finishing their jobs in two weeks, so we held a party in the store after closing time.
The manager brought out a colorful variety of dishes that we had only been serving up till now.
Even the full-time employees were being served while the manager was busy cooking food and serving drinks.
A party where the employees bossed the manager around.
This reversal of roles was so funny that we all laughed until our cheeks hurt.
On the train ride home and on the walk, my body was exhausted, but my heart was in high spirits and I returned home feeling lighthearted.
I was grateful to Kijima for bringing me out on this fun experience. Next time I see him, I’ll thank him again.
But for now, I was just sleepy.
“…Mn…”
“You’re sleepy, right? You can go to sleep.”
After Ren dried my hair, I laid down on the bed again and he lay next to me.
A large hand stroked my head, tickling my earlobe. Perhaps it’s because I didn’t show any particular reaction, but his fingertips gradually went down and stroked my neck.
“Shinya, maybe you can’t see this but… you got quite tanned.”
“Huh? Really…?”
“Yeah. Like around here.”
Was Ren tracing the border between my shirt and my skin? I reflexively tensed my neck at the familiar touch, and his hand went further down.
The restaurant had a spacious balcony overlooking the sea, and I went outside many times a day. Even though the main business hours were from the evening until night, I guess it was still possible to get burned near the door.
He tickled me just below my short sleeves so I lifted my arm to check.
Even in the dimmed light, I was surprised to see a clear line formed on my upper arms.
“Wow, I got tanned. It was only for two weeks though.”
“So you’re the type to tan. Did any part of your body get red or feel pain?”
“No, I’m fine…”
Ren’s fingertips slowly slid from the tanned skin to the untanned skin.
By the time he slipped them inside my short sleeves, I knew all too well what he was trying to do.
My breathing became irregular and a different urge grew stronger than my sleepiness.
“…Wanna do it?”
“As long as you’re not too tired, Shinya.”
“I’m tired, but… it’s fine.”
We took off the pajamas we had just put on.
Ren’s gaze relentlessly traced the tanned areas. Even though he was just staring at me, I couldn’t stop trembling.
“Ngh, fu…”
Our lips overlapped, and then again at a different angle.
From the air that filled the bedroom, I could tell that Ren was already quietly excited.
“Ren, do you perhaps have a tan fetish…?”
I blurted this out while he was suckling my neck and Ren frowned in surprise.
“It’s not that I particularly like tans. But a tanned Shinya is… how should I put it…?”
He muttered something to himself and my already red cheeks flushed even more.
He said my tan was sexy.
I knew it, Ren does have a tan fetish.2
Maybe it was because I was tired that night that we didn’t do it as many times or as long as usual, but many hickies were left on my tan lines.
Later, there was a fuss when several photos of me dressed as a waiter were leaked from Ren’s smartphone for some reason, but that’s another story.
The End
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