CH 1- I Want That Proud And Arrogant S-level Alpha to Become My Exclusive Omega

"Big, teary eyes, a rosy mouth, a slender face. Must be beautiful, with fair skin..."

The private room was spacious, and the air conditioning was set to a chilly low temperature. Yet, the server standing in the far corner was still drenched in sweat. He was a low-grade Alpha, and even though he had been working at this upscale club for over a year and considered himself somewhat seasoned, he had never experienced being in the same room with so many fair-skinned, stunning top-tier Omegas.

The secretary quickly finished reading the summary of the report, carefully reviewing every page of the document. After confirming it against the row of kneeling Omegas several times, he finally handed the stack of paper to the young employer sitting on the sofa. With utmost respect, he said, "The people you requested-all thirty-two of them are here."

A pale hand with slender, well-defined fingers casually flipped through the file, letting out a soft, disdainful chuckle. Without any attempt to hide his contempt, the young man remarked, "Terrible taste."

The secretary chimed in from the side, "Sheng Shaoyou never falls in love. He only ever gets involved with young and beautiful Omegas. To call it a relationship is really just stretching the truth; they're more like bed companions. None of them stay by his side for long. But his taste and aesthetic preferences are very consistent. Someone even once joked that, in his own way, that consistency is a kind of long-term devotion."

The young employer didn't respond, but the secretary, who had worked by his side for many years, was exceptionally skilled at reading the room.

He noticed the employer's gaze had fallen on the upper-right corner of a page in the file.

The file had been meticulously prepared by the secretary himself, containing detailed records of every Omega who had been involved with Sheng Shaoyou. In the top-right corner of each entry, the duration of each relationship was noted.

Before the employer could ask, the ever-thoughtful secretary explained preemptively, "Out of all his lovers, the longest anyone stayed by his side was six months. That would be Song Huancheng."

In the corner of the room, an Omega couldn't help but lift his head slightly at the sound of his name. The person sitting in the center of the room looked like someone not to be trifled with. Song Huancheng didn't dare look directly at him and only dared to sneak a glance. Even so, he was immediately caught red-handed.

In the corner of his eye, he saw a stunningly beautiful hand lift slightly, pointing at him casually. The secretary, ever perceptive, immediately called his name again, saying, "You, come here."

Song Huancheng was extremely delicate and pretty, especially his eyes, which tilted down ever so slightly at the corners, giving him a naturally innocent and sentimental appearance. He had a faint idea why he was being called-because of his brief involvement with Sheng Shaoyou years ago.

Song Huancheng came from an ordinary background. His romantic history with the young master of the Sheng family can be described more as being kept rather than being in a relationship.

Leveraging his striking looks and physique, Song Huancheng had now become a somewhat well-known idol specializing in singing and dancing. Today, he had been abruptly 'invited' over while he was working.

Anyone who could thrive in the entertainment industry wasn't a fool. He naturally understood that someone capable of orchestrating such a 'reunion'-bringing so many of Sheng Shaoyou's ex-lovers together in one place-could not be an ordinary person.

Song Huancheng felt a twinge of fear but didn't dare to defy the summons. Trembling, he shuffled forward while hurriedly trying to explain, "Mr. Sheng and I broke up a long time ago. We haven't been in contact for years..."

The young man on the sofa showed no interest in his excuses.

But contrary to Song Huancheng's fears of interrogation or intimidation, the poised and aristocratic figure before him didn't brandish a whip or weapon. Those delicate, alabaster fingers rested idly on his knee. His eyes sparkled with a smile as they rested on Song Huancheng, and even someone as seasoned as Song Huancheng-long accustomed to the dazzling beauty of the entertainment industry-couldn't help but feel a subtle stir in his heart.

The aristocratic young master sitting there, exuding an air of unapproachable elegance, asked in a soft, leisurely tone, "You were with him for six months?" His voice was both incredibly languid and gentle.

The scent of the young superior's pheromones wasn't particularly strong, but perhaps because the Omega was standing too close, the sharp yet surprisingly pleasant fragrance in the air made Song Huancheng's body start to heat up.

This was an instinct embedded in his genes-a primal urge to submit to the strong. Song Huancheng grew even more terrified. His usual eloquence abandoned him, and the tongue that was usually quick to respond now felt tied in knots. With his head bowed low, he stammered out, "Y-Yes."

The next second, his chin was seized with great force, forcing him to lift his head.

In his line of sight, the figure who had just asked the question was tilting his head slightly, revealing a sliver of pale, slender neck with a pheromone suppressant patch clinging to it.

Song Huancheng had encountered many S-level, top-tier Alphas, but he had never met anyone whose pheromones could remain so overpowering and intense even while wearing a suppressant patch.

His innate instinct to admire and submit to strength threw Song Huancheng into a whirlwind of conflicting emotions-terror and panic tangled with an irresistible yearning to draw closer.

Physiological tears streamed uncontrollably from his eyes, tracing paths down his cheeks and falling one by one onto the marble floor. His starkly revealing reaction made even Song Huancheng himself feel humiliated, but his body refused to obey his will. His heart pounded violently against his ribcage, as if it might leap right out of his chest.

"Don't cry so soon..." the instigator said softly. "First, tell me-what kind of people does Sheng Shaoyou like?"

.....

One by one, the 32 Omegas were questioned personally. Despite the sheer number, the process went surprisingly smoothly, as each of them was so utterly cooperative and deferential.

After all of them had left, the young man finally reached up to tear off the now utterly useless suppressant patch from the back of his neck and tossed it into the trash. The overwhelming pheromone pressure that radiated from him caused the Alpha server nearby to stumble, clutching at the wall to steady himself. Barely managing to keep his knees from buckling, the server broke out in a cold sweat as he bent to pick up the trash bin. "I'll take this garbage out for you," he mumbled before fleeing the room as fast as he could.

"One hour and six minutes," the young man noted, glancing at the time. Then he looked up at his secretary, who had prepared the suppressant patch for him.

The secretary sighed helplessly. "I truly apologize, but this is already the most potent suppressant available on the production line. None of the existing inhibitors seem to work on you."

This explanation, however, clearly didn't satisfy his young employer. Bracing himself, the secretary promised, "But rest assured, I'll urge the lab to accelerate their research and develop a formula that will be effective for you as soon as possible."

........

To trace the origin of it all, one would have to go back to that catastrophic event years ago.

At the start, it was merely a matter of wearing masks. Human society generally believed it was just a common cold that everyone had caught, with nothing particularly unusual except for the universal adoption of face masks.

But as time went on, it became clear that this was no ordinary outbreak.

Within a year, there was a mass death among individuals with AB blood types and other rare blood types.

The WHO and the world's top medical laboratories successively held press conferences, solemnly informing the public that this virus did not solely attack the respiratory system. It was a systemic infection that could potentially affect vision, myocardium, and reproductive functions.

The virus primarily targeted individuals with AB and other rare blood types, with a near 100% fatality rate in these groups. Following them were individuals with type A and type O blood, who suffered a fatality rate as high as 86.5%. By contrast, those with type B blood were relatively fortunate, with low rates of severe illness and a mortality rate of only 0.5%.

Even with a basic understanding of the virus, the public remained fearful yet aimless, blindly stockpiling various medications, all to no avail.

The virus spread through droplets, aerosols, bodily fluids, and other transmission modes. Its extreme transmissibility and prolonged incubation period made it impossible to evade for humanity.

By the time humanity finally realized that the virus's primary attack and alteration targeted reproductive and genetic functions, it was far too late. The population structure and reproductive patterns of humans had been fundamentally transformed.

According to WHO statistics, after the peak of the pandemic, the most fortunate group-individuals with type B blood-now accounted for 86.9% of the total population, but the natural conception rate had plummeted to below 10%.

The prevailing view that the virus caused infertility and sterility became mainstream. With further investigation, experts discovered that the virus had fundamentally reshaped human biology, giving rise to an ABO gender system (Qian-Zhong-Kun).

Blood tests revealed that beyond the differentiation of male and female genders by chromosomes and genitalia, the surviving humans were further categorized into three genders based on additional biological markers: Alpha (Qiányů), Beta (Zhōngcháng), and Omega (Kūnchéng).

Research showed that both male and female Alphas were capable of impregnating others, while Betas had an extremely low natural fertility rate, and both male and female Omegas were capable of being impregnated.

This discovery left medical and biological scientists dumbfounded. Despite years of dedicated research, they found no way to reverse the aftereffects of the viral infection. Their efforts proved futile.

Time flew by. Years after the virus emerged, as its genetic strain continued to mutate over generations, infected humans began to develop fangs and gonadal glands. Along with these physical changes came innate pheromone scents and cyclical heat periods that appeared after reaching adulthood.

A series of evidence suggested that humans were experiencing atavism. The phenomenon was no longer regarded as a mere aftereffect of the virus. The focus of debates shifted from addressing the consequences of the infection to questioning whether this was evolution or regression.

Time proved to be the best remedy. Humanity and its descendants, having survived the ravages of the virus, gradually came to accept everything, and the arguments eventually subsided.

The massive infection and the tragic large-scale deaths ultimately became nothing more than a few lines in textbooks, succinctly summarized on a single page, treated as just another evolutionary milestone akin to apes learning to walk upright.

".......Survival of the fittest, natural selection. Many people stubbornly believe that as the descendants of survivors, we have perfectly adapted to ABO society. If we are born this way, why bother tracing its origins?"

The female anchor's articulate and rhythmic broadcasting voice carried a hint of persuasion. "However, in truth, the study of human evolution is of great significance. In the process of tracing our roots, we can use the past to understand the present-" Then her tone shifted, becoming serious. "Recently, scientists have discovered that aside from the well-known Alpha, Beta, and Omega genders, there may exist other lesser-known genders..."

Sheng Shaoyou took a sip of the whiskey by his hand. He hadn't expected that this group of second-generation elites would be watching a scientific program on human evolution during their dinner gathering.

"Recently, everyone's been talking, saying that S-level Alphas are no longer the pinnacle of humanity, and the newly discovered Enigma is the one that truly is....."

"What do you think, Shaoyou?"

"Attention-grabbing nonsense," Sheng Shaoyou said bluntly.

He put down his wine glass. The dim light illuminated his handsome and chiseled face, making his features appear even more defined, casting a sharp and smooth jawline reflection on the black glass tabletop of the private room.

Sheng Shaoyou was the young heir of Shengfang Biotech. Having been entrenched in the field of biotechnology for years, he had taken over the company from his ailing father, Sheng Fang, earlier this year. Regarding topics like this, he was undoubtedly the most qualified to speak among everyone present.

Sheng Shaoyou had always believed that the heavily mythologized "Enigma" (Mì), sensationalized by the media, was likely nothing more than an S-level Alpha who happened to encounter a faulty gender detection instrument. It wasn't a miracle; it was merely a misdiagnosis-a joke.

Even if we take a step back and assume that Enigma truly exists, according to the known data, their existence rate is less than one in ten billion. Arguing endlessly over a probability lower than that of an asteroid hitting Earth head-on is a foolish endeavor.

Sheng Shaoyou didn't want to continue participating in such a pointless discussion. He glanced at the time-it was about right-and grabbed the jacket hanging on the back of his chair before leaving first.

His secretary, Chen Pinming, was already waiting by the car. Seeing him come out, Chen Pinming swiftly opened the door of the back seat for him.

"Mr. Sheng, are we heading directly to HS Group?"

Sheng Shaoyou had an appointment with Shen Wenlang, the young head of HS Group, after dinner.

Sheng Shaoyou nodded and got into the car.

The car's fragrance was pleasant. Its top notes carried the sharpness of bitter orange blended with rum, while the base notes transitioned into a sophisticated woody scent.

Chen Pinming was a Beta, nearing forty years old. Highly competent in his work, he wasn't particularly sensitive to pheromone fragrances. But the moment Sheng Shaoyou got in the car, his expression visibly worsened, prompting Chen Pinming to realize something was off. Frowning, he asked the driver if he had changed the pheromone perfume.

"Yes," the driver answered, puzzled. "This is the 'Zui Zhi' produced by HS Group."

Chen Pinming looked at him with a gaze that seemed like he wanted to devour someone. The driver, unsure of what he had done wrong, stammered as he explained, "It's very popular recently."

Popular? Popular was an understatement. It was practically slaying through everything in its path.

Like Shengfang Biotech, HS Group's main business focus was also in the field of biotechnology.

As a leading enterprise in the field of biotechnology, Shengfang Biotech's most prized patent is its "gene scissors." Based on the CRISPR-Cas9 gene-editing system, Shengfang Biotech's invention can precisely cut and edit biological gene chains.

However, the up-and-coming HS Group has, in recent years, mastered exclusive techniques in the practical application of the "gene scissors."

In layman's terms, Shengfang invented the scissors, while HS Group figured out how to use them-identifying which segments of the gene chain to cut to achieve specific outcomes.

With its application-layer patents, HS quickly rose to prominence, becoming a rising unicorn in the biotechnology industry, not just in Jiangsu and Shanghai but across the nation.

After its initial success, HS Group unexpectedly diverted from its core focus, acquiring a cosmetics company on a grand scale. They began producing pheromone-related products, loudly advertising that their creations could turn anyone into an enviable 'walking hormone.'

Their flagship scent, 'Zui Zhi', was particularly unique, featuring a bold combination of bitter orange and rum as its top notes, leading into a deep, woody base of ebony and agarwood. Wildly stimulating yet deeply lingering, it exuded both primal allure and sophisticated depth.

With an overwhelming advertising campaign, Zui Zhi, once considered a niche fragrance, rapidly became the mainstream scent in the market as soon as it was launched. Its popularity inspired many other brands in the daily chemical industry to imitate it. Now, even dishwashing liquids and toilet cleaners are branding themselves as having the alluring 'Zui Zhi' fragrance.

"Is this your first day on the job?" Chen Pinming, ever the consummate professional deserving of his million-yuan salary, snapped at the driver before Sheng Shaoyou could say a word. "Change it immediately!"

The driver repeatedly apologized, and Chen Pinming pressed the button to lower the car windows all the way down.

The night breeze diluted the overwhelming scent, and only then did Sheng Shaoyou's expression finally ease.

As Sheng Shaoyou's most capable subordinate, Chen Pinming knew him well and was fully aware of his distaste for 'Zui Zhỉ. In fact, it was precisely because of Zui Zhi that Sheng Shaoyou had even been implicated in HS.

The issue lay in the fact that this damn 'Zui Zhi' fragrance bore an uncanny resemblance to Sheng Shaoyou's own pheromone scent.

While others might feel proud if their natural pheromone aroma became the template for a wildly popular modern product, Sheng Shaoyou called such widespread popularity 'rotten on the street.' The thought of his once unique and niche pheromone scent being turned into a commodity that anyone could buy for a few bucks irritated him to no end. As a result, Sheng Shaoyou harbored a deep-seated loathing for HS Group, the instigator of this trend. Despite having had opportunities over the years, he had never established any private connections with HS Group's head, Shen Wenlang.

But things were different now. The succession battle within Shengfang Biotech had concluded, and no matter how fiercely the dozen illegitimate children outside the family coveted his position, the reality that Sheng Shaoyou was the controlling owner of Shengfang Biotech could no longer be contested.

Sheng Shaoyou was ambitious and sharp, a man in the prime of his life with a drive to conquer. After thorough consideration, he temporarily set aside his personal distaste and reached out through mutual acquaintances to arrange a dinner with Shen Wenlang, the head of HS Group, to explore potential collaboration between their companies.

Unexpectedly, Shen Wenlang had the audacity to play hard to get. Claiming a packed schedule, he suggested that Sheng Shaoyou come to his office after dinner tonight.

The mutual acquaintance, clearly embarrassed, awkwardly relayed Shen Wenlang's response. They even criticized Shen Wenlang on Sheng Shaoyou's behalf: "I scolded him too. Acting so high and mighty-it's honestly a bit much." Yet, unwilling to truly offend Shen Wenlang, they quickly added, "But, to be fair, I don't think he's deliberately putting on airs. He really has been busy lately."

In his heart, Sheng Shaoyou wanted nothing more than to have Shen Wenlang flayed alive, but on the surface, he remained gracious, smiling as he said, "With HS developing so rapidly, of course President Shen must be busy. Pioneering new territories is no easy task-l completely understand." He even took the opportunity to thank his friend for making the introduction and added magnanimously, "I heard you have a new establishment opening soon. Once you've set the date, don't forget to let me know."

This particular friend managed a few of the most exclusive entertainment clubs in Jiangsu and Shanghai, and Sheng Shaoyou was well-known for his generosity. Hearing this, the friend quickly responded, "Of course, of course."

Just before they ended the call, the friend suddenly reminded Sheng Shaoyou, "Shen Wenlang's temperament is a bit peculiar-he really dislikes Omegas. If you're planning to discuss a partnership with him, make sure not to bring an Omega along..."

Sheng Shaoyou, though known for his charm, was far from vulgar. Having been influenced by a friend who runs an entertainment club, he came to assume that every business deal in the world must be settled through indulgence in wine and pleasure. Sheng Shaoyou didn't take it to heart but appreciated the advice nonetheless.

"This is a priceless insider tip. Thanks for the heads-up, bro."

This friend had a close personal relationship with Shen Wenlang, but when Sheng Shaoyou finally arrived at Shen Wenlang's office, he couldn't help but doubt the accuracy of the information.

Waiting for him at the door was a tall, thin Beta man. He pulled a business card from his suit pocket and handed it to Sheng Shaoyou with both hands. Sheng Shaoyou didn't reach out to take it; he merely gave it a cursory glance and said, "A pleasure to meet you," to Gao Tu, the secretary and chief assistant.

Following closely behind, Chen Pinming quickly stepped forward, accepting the business card on Sheng Shaoyou's behalf. He then handed over his own business card and exchanged pleasantries. "You're working overtime this late, Secretary Gao? That's truly commendable."

Gao Tu appeared earnest and unassuming, but anyone serving as Shen Wenlang's chief assistant could hardly be a fool. Taking the card, he responded with a gentle smile, "It's the same for everyone. President Sheng and Secretary Chen have worked hard as well."

Inside the office, Shen Wenlang didn't seem as inundated with work as he had claimed.

As the door opened, even Gao Tu, who was walking in front, couldn't help but freeze for a moment.

Shen Wenlang was currently holding his newly hired secretary, someone with the surname Hua, close as they spoke. The two were standing in an intimate posture, their proximity ambiguous, though Shen Wenlang's expression remained cold.

Secretary Hua was an Omega. Being held by his superior-a top-tier Alpha-was visibly stressful for him. His hands were pressed against Shen Wenlang's chest, clearly trying to push him away, but his shirt had already been pulled out from his trousers, and his collar was unbuttoned, exposing a swath of fair, heaving chest.

An Alpha holding an Omega, with the Omega's eyes slightly reddened and breathing unevenly-any adult could immediately guess what was happening.

Sheng Shaoyou was an Alpha himself, and from his vantage point, Shen Wenlang, who seemed eager to flirt with his Omega subordinate right there in the office, didn't look the least bit like someone who disliked Omegas.

Shen Wenlang and Secretary Hua were so absorbed in their 'exchange' that neither noticed the arrival of the visitors. Sheng Shaoyou stood a few meters away at the door, his hands in his pockets, watching the scene unfold with detached amusement.

Suddenly, Secretary Hua began to struggle, his voice trembling as he cried, "President Shen, please don't." Shen Wenlang merely smirked, reaching out to press firmly on the back of his neck and pull him closer. The distance between their lips closed instantly.

Gao Tu's throat felt as if it had been stuck with a fishbone-sharp and unbearable. Unable to endure any longer, he let out a loud, deliberate cough to signal his boss to rein it in and stop giving their guest a free live performance of the spring.palace show.

Hearing the cough, Shen Wenlang looked toward the door. The domineering expression on his face eased somewhat, replaced by a faint, insincere smile as he greeted, "President Sheng, you're here. Have a seat."

Yet, the hand gripping the other person's wrist didn't loosen in the slightest.

The poor Omega, whose wrist was trapped, didn't share Shen Wenlang's shameless composure. Seeing the crowd at the door, he was clearly terrified. In his panic, he yanked his wrist free from his boss's grasp and hurriedly straightened his disheveled clothes. Only after finishing did he dare to look up.

His eyes were moist, framed by lashes as dense as raven feathers. His lips were like delicate petals, and his skin was a shocking shade of pale...

Sheng Shaoyou's heart gave a heavy thump, and words escaped his lips before he could think.

"It's you?"

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