The Spicy Omega
Translator: Katie
Editor: Shizukuku
Read at Watashi wa Sugoi Desu!
Interrogation (Amami’s POV) (NSFW)
~The time Karasawa got aggressive~
The two of us often spent time in the living room, relaxing and doing nothing.
This peaceful place where I had once almost despaired over my faint hopes had somehow become a part of our daily routine.
From the beginning, Shinya was never nervous or wary of me.
I was happy just to see him sitting by my side and not avoiding me or distancing himself from me.
Now, when I positioned myself next to him, he would lean in just a little bit closer.
If I held his hand, he’d hold mine back. If I touched his shoulders, he’d snuggle up closer.
If I didn’t immediately use a special breathing technique I’d learned somewhere long ago to remain calm, I’d probably have a nosebleed twice a day from sheer joy.
That was how happy I was every day.
Around this time, we usually held hands as we watched TV.
It was a drama that I watched every week, and the current scene showed a questionable atmosphere between a man and a woman. The skillful camerawork captured a sensuous and dimly lit bedroom.
Shinya surprisingly didn’t get shy or cover his face during these scenes.
But it wasn’t like he was devouring the scene with his eyes. He was perfectly normal.
I didn’t have any particular reaction to it either, so I just watched it normally.
And yet, Shinya, who usually didn’t speak while watching a drama, unusually opened his mouth.
“Ren, when was the first time you had sex?”
Shinya’s words, in a casual tone like he was talking to himself, went in one ear and out the other.
I couldn’t believe that I, of all people, had missed what Shinya said.
“Sorry, what was that?”
“When was your first sexual experience?”
I hurriedly caught the words that almost passed through my ears once again.
When was my first sexual experience?
It was weird. I felt as if I should have heard Japanese but was spoken to in some unknown language instead. I couldn’t process the contents.
The fact that the question came from Shinya, not anyone else, made my sense of hearing useless.
“Ummm… Why are you asking that?”
“It’s nothing. I’ve just been wondering about that for a while now.”
He glanced at me briefly while still holding my hand.
As I quickly returned to my usual smile, my brain was having a furious argument on how to solve the problem.
As for why and for what purpose he posed such a question… let’s leave that for next time.
Deciphering the depths of Shinya’s feelings was one of the hardest things for me. I’d consider it again slowly when I had time.
How to deal with the situation at hand was more important right now.
I had a few choices.
First, I could try to distract him.
It would be extremely despicable, but I could keep Shinya focused on the drama and keep it ambiguous. Or I could casually shift the subject and make him forget the original question.
There should be a limit to my insincerity though, otherwise, how dare I pledge my life-long love as the mate to this man!?
Second, I could tell him the truth.
In my heart, this was the option I wanted to avoid the most. I felt like I would snap if I had to talk about something like this with my beloved mate.
No, but the one who would feel the most pain would be him.
Third, I could lie to him.
Since Shinya asked the question in a definite tone, he must not even believe for a second that my first sexual experience was with him.
If I said, “I was a virgin until you,” not only would he not believe me, but I might also lose the credibility that I had been diligently building up.
It was even less sincere than the first option. Everything would end the moment my lie was discovered.
It was too risky, and it was likely that my true feelings of not wanting to lie to Shinya would show on my face.
The answer that my brain, which finished thinking about all of that in an instant, came up with… was to prioritize Shinya above all else, rather than my innermost thoughts.
“…Um, when I was a middle schooler…”
Ah, the agony started from here.
I forced a dry smile, hoping to avoid making him suffer for as long as possible.
I hated it at the time—and still did—but my first experience was with a woman whom my parents had arranged for me.
You could call her a professional at things related to sex.
It was a painful experience because, by then, I had already found my “fated pair.” It was a past I’d done my best to forget about.
It was my parents’ intention that I would marry the daughter of a family with whom they had an arrangement for mutual benefit. The fact that I was given stacks and stacks of papers with potential spouses and family backgrounds was just one of the ways in which they pretended to allow me freedom while narrowing my options to solidify my position in the family.
It was said the alphas of the Amami family, who had a long history and tradition, must not fail when the time comes… That seemed to be the thought behind it.
Without humiliating the daughters of excellent, proud families, they produced children and nurtured the next generation.
They wanted their son who was still in middle school to learn the techniques to do this.
Moreover, even if I had a child, the family name itself would be taken over by my older brother, so my child would only be considered a spare. Nowadays, it was a rare way of thinking that didn’t consider human rights at all.
However, my parents only saw me as a tool in that way, right up until I graduated from middle school.
Currently, their attitudes had softened considerably.
On top of their eldest son marrying a woman 30 years his senior, making it almost impossible for him to have children, their youngest daughter’s boyfriend, who my parents opposed because of his unsuitable family background, had taken her and eloped to another country, so they could no longer continue to treat their second son with a cold shoulder.
I had no intention of contributing anything to the Amami family, and if I wanted to, I had even considered becoming the Karasawa family’s adopted son-in-law for Shinya, an only child, but I had not told my parents that much.
It was around the time of our high school graduation that I told them.
I found my “fated mate” in middle school and will now leave home to live with my mate.
My parents didn’t want to let go of me so we fought, but when I was going through the procedure, they didn’t get involved or say anything.
These days, they only send me text messages once a week asking to meet with Shinya.
I digress.
Anyway, I carefully and cautiously told Shinya about my first experience, emphasizing that it was not something I did willingly, almost exaggerating and greatly sugarcoating it.
I didn’t mention that I was willing to embrace the other woman because her eyes looked like Shinya’s.
“Middle school… Isn’t that abuse?”
After listening to my story, Shinya asked with deeply furrowed brows.
It was very typical of him to think of that first.
“Ah… Mmmm… Well, it’s not like it traumatized me. I guess I also learned a lot from it.”
“Learned…”
Oops, maybe I’d said too much.
Shinya, who had been listening to me with a serious face, now looked solemn and deep in thought.
Forcing a minor to engage in sexual activity was sexual abuse, but it’s not like there was no consent or that it was painful, I just didn’t like bringing it up.1
And now that I had Shinya as my mate, I no longer had the slightest recollection of the sexual acts of my past, which were neither enjoyable nor pleasurable.
“Um… What did you do and how far did you go with that woman?”
“…H-huh?”
“…I’ll do it too.”
He had let go of my hand before I realized, but instead, his hands clutched the edges of my clothes as if he were clinging to me.
I couldn’t see Shinya’s expression as he’d turned away from me slightly, but I was pretty sure he’d stuck out his lower lip and had a pouty look on his face. That was the feeling I got.
Could this be…?
(He’s… acting jealous!?)
At this point, if I didn’t do it now, then I couldn’t be called a man…!
I managed to push down the urge to scream and slyly took Shinya’s hand.
“So you’re going to overwrite it?”
I turned off the screen that was still playing the drama that had been left on but no one was watching anymore, and stood up, holding Shinya by the waist.
Shinya seemed a little hesitant, so I firmly held onto him so that he couldn’t escape, and guided him to the bedroom.
Even though I had a feeling that Shinya would do anything for me if I said, “She did this to me back then,” as someone who wanted to be honest with my mate, I couldn’t tell a lie.
After all, this was an incredibly high hurdle for Shinya, and I had no choice but to confess since that was what he himself wished.
I definitely wasn’t forcing him to do this.
I couldn’t delete the past, and since Shinya was willing to erase those memories himself, there was no denying him.
“…Mn, ngh…”
Shinya was kneeling in front of me as I sat, his face buried between my legs.
He guided my already hard and standing shaft into his mouth with a somewhat pained expression on his face, while his hand rubbed the part of it that didn’t enter his mouth.
I never imagined… that the day would come when Shinya would give me a blowjob.
“Fuwa, hah… Ren, does it feel good?”
“Yeah… It feels really good. Can you keep going for a little longer?”
“…Ngh.”
The sight of Shinya tucking his hair behind his ear and enveloping my towering shaft with his mouth was a sight that violently appealed to my visual senses.
Though, I couldn’t understand why he seemed to know how to do it, even though I hadn’t taught him.
I wondered if he had studied it beforehand through a video or something.
When I gently stroked Shinya’s hair as I looked at him, he raised his head and met my eyes.
His eyes were tearing up from the pain of stuffing his mouth.
An unconcealable lust shimmered behind those blurry eyes.
The passion that instantly rushed up my spine caused the thing that Shinya was sucking on to grow larger. A pained voice leaked out.
It would be impossible not to get excited seeing your beloved in this state.
However, if I interrupted the act now, Shinya, whose goal was to “overwrite” the act, would surely be dissatisfied. That was why I didn’t tell him to stop.
While telling myself meaningless excuses, I enjoyed watching my beloved Shinya be aggressive, which was a rare sight.
“Shinya, that’s enough.”
“…Mngh, but you still haven’t—”
“More importantly, can you put a condom on me? You’ll put it on using the other way, right?”
“…”
I handed him a small piece of plastic that was always kept by our bed and Shinya silently tore open the wrapping.
In the beginning, he didn’t even know what condoms were, let alone how to put them on, but now, he could handle them without difficulty. The fact that he was able to handle them because of his increased experience in doing things with me always quietly satisfied my possessive desires.
Undressed, Shinya gently pushed on my chest and I let myself fall onto the bed.
I watched Shinya straddling my thighs, his face bright red, and fighting his shame, but I didn’t dare to help him.
I nervously tried to keep a smirk from appearing on my face, and instead gave him a gentle, appeasing smile as Shinya determinedly positioned himself right above my waist.
Even though he was getting used to accepting it, I was usually the one doing it to him.
Shinya, being inexperienced and reserved, rarely asked for it, and I had never asked him to do it either. But based on this appearance, it seems that he neither disliked it nor was uninterested in it.
The corners of my lips naturally quirked up.
Shinya’s labored breathing was so sexy as he bucked his hips and swallowed my shaft, and I had to suppress my desire to thrust up from below and interrupt his slow movements countless times.
“Hah! Hah, ah… it’s in… sorry, wait a little…”
“Good job, Shinya.”
By the time everything went in, Shinya was breathless. His posture collapsed and he took deep breaths.
Not only did putting it in take a lot longer than usual, but the evidence of my beloved’s lewdness was also shown on his stomach.
I held back my desire to devour him right away with sheer willpower and took Shinya’s sweaty body in my arms.
“After… this… what do I do…?”
“You move so that I can hit places you think feel good.”
I smiled encouragingly and grasped his hand.
He looked anxious, but it was clear that he was having a hard time backing down after saying he wanted to do it himself.
Perhaps realizing that I had no intention of moving, Shinya slowly rocked his hips.
The narrow cavern of flesh squeezed me so hard and it felt amazing, but Shinya seemed impatient as if he couldn’t find the right spot.
I didn’t want to be mean, so I decided I could help him out with this one thing.
“Here, Shinya. It’s this place.”
“Ah!?”
I thrusted my hips up to teach him how to do it.
Not just the prostate, but Shinya also liked it when I went deep. Once he got the hang of it, he should be able to do it himself.
But now, due to his unfamiliarity with the position, he seemed to have reached his limit after just one intense bout of pleasure. The sight of his whole body writhing and shaking while a white fluid spilled out of him was spectacularly bewitching.
“Shinya, are you okay?”
“I… can’t… Ren, please move.”
“Are you sure? Though, I already started doing that.”
“Hnghhh, ah! Ah! P-please…”
No man could resist when his mate, cheeks wet with tears not from pain, begged him like this.
I got up, still connected to him, swapped positions, and pinned Shinya down.
Perhaps because the way I hit him inside had changed, Shinya’s shaft began to show signs of life again.
When I rocked against the part that Shinya couldn’t reach well, his insides contracted and swallowed me up as if waiting for me.
“In the end, we’re having sex like we normally do, huh?”
“Ah! Ah, Ren… nghhh, ah!”
“Now that you overwrote it, we can forget about the past, right?”
“Ahhh, there! I can’t—Ren… Ren, together…”
“Yeah. I love you, Shinya.”
“Hyah! Ahhhhhh…”
We climaxed almost simultaneously. I embraced Shinya, who was still reeling from the waves of pleasure, and dropped a kiss on his forehead.
I might or might not have been aware of the slightly disappointed look on his face when I slipped out of him. But tomorrow was another weekday, and I didn’t want to push him too hard.
I took a deep breath to calm my body, which was already preparing for action again.
After he became my mate, even though we might have had sex during the entirety of his heat, Shinya would always look innocent and ashamed of himself afterward.
He was so unbearably lovely like that, but I liked how he showed his aggressiveness too.
“Shinya…”
“…Ngh, sorry, I…”
“Is there something for you to apologize for? More importantly, you were so cute just now. Let’s do that again.”
“…Y-You already said we’d forget about the past, so… I won’t do that again.”
After saying this, Shinya turned over and outwards.
His embarrassed look was cute too.
I put my lips to his defenseless nape and nipped him while I was at it, which made his body jump at the suggestiveness.
I took pleasure in Shinya’s unique pheromones, which had become imperceptible to everyone but me after he became my mate.
A sweet voice escaped him as I grazed my teeth against his soft skin without leaving a mark.
“Wait… Ren… ngh.”
“Let’s just do it one more time… okay?”
Usually, when I invited him like this, he often declined if it was a weekday. In some cases, he even got angry.
It was a bad idea, but unexpectedly, Shinya turned around towards me and gave me a small nod.
The reddened skin around his eyes was lovely.
Even though he became my mate, no matter how many nights passed, I felt an inexpressible joy welling up in me knowing that Shinya, who was in some respect reluctant to do it, desired me.
“Thank you, Shinya.”
“…Ngh.”
I pecked at his lips, which I didn’t get to taste much earlier, and Shinya deepened the kiss.
Each and every little thing was trivial.
But all of those trivial things accumulated and grew into happiness.
Reflecting on the joy of being able to watch our happiness grow day by day with Shinya, I gave kisses to my beloved mate once again.
