RL Chapter 48

(M?) Chapter 48 – Angry Amane

Resonance 6, Part 3

Novel Title: 共鳴劣情 オメガバース (Resonance Lust: Omegaverse)

Author：岩本薫 (Iwamoto Kaoru)

Illustrator: 蓮川愛 (Hasukawa Ai)

Translator: K (@kin0monogatari)

Protagonists: 本浄天音 (Honjou Amane) & 苅谷煌騎 (Kariya Kouki) / 首藤煌騎 (Shutou Kouki)

*Please read at knoxt.space, the original site of translation. TQ*

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Monday—Downtown East Police Station—6 p.m.

“I’m heading out,” Honjou Amane said, standing up from his desk as soon as it hit closing time, ready to leave the detective floor. As he exited, Kouki chased after him.

“Honjou-san.”

Amane ignored the call.

This morning—Kouki had greeted him with an infuriatingly cheerful “Good morning,” showing no sign of remorse for what had happened the night before. Amane, of course, had ignored him. Yet, Kouki hadn’t given up and tried to approach again, saying, “About last night, Honjou-san—” but Amane cut him off with an emotionless, flat tone, “Don’t speak to me so casually.”

“We’re not partners anymore.”

Repeating the same words he had said the previous night, Amane made it clear that he wasn’t going to let things slide. He spent the whole day after that completely ignoring Kouki.

Maybe it was because of the firm rejection, or maybe it was because other officers had been helping Kouki with his work, but Kouki hadn’t tried to speak to him again. However, Amane could still feel Kouki’s occasional glances.

(Damn, he’s so annoying.)

Last night—

After washing his hair and body, sticky with both their fluids, in the glass shower stall, and scraping out the semen that Kouki had pumped inside him (no matter how much he scraped, more kept coming out—just how much did he shoot in? Damn him!). Amane put his clothes back on. Well, just his shirt and pants. He then stepped out of the bathroom. He saw Kouki, who had apparently been pacing in front of the door the entire time, freeze in place.

Kouki turned to face Amane, looking serious, and stared at him. His gaze flickered between the open collar of Amane’s shirt, unbuttoned down to the second button, and his still-wet hair.

Ignoring Kouki’s gaze, Amane pulled out a crumpled package from his pants pocket and waved it in front of his face. He lit the cigarette in his mouth with Odagiri’s old oil lighter, a keepsake. Amane didn’t care whether the room was non-smoking or not.

“…Fuuu…”

As he savoured his first smoke in a day, Kouki mumbled something.

“…Your hair.”

“Huh?”

“You’ll catch a cold if your hair stays wet. Let me dry it for you with the hairdryer…”

“Whether I catch a cold or not has nothing to do with you.”

Amane’s cold voice cut him off. Kouki’s face twisted in discomfort.

“We’re not partners anymore.”

Amane reinforced his words and Kouki’s expression tightened as if in pain with his lips pressing into a firm line.

“Hmph.” Amane snorted and turned his back on Kouki, who was left standing there, wounded. With a cigarette still in his mouth, Amane headed toward the exit. He stopped at the double doors, moved the cigarette from his lips to his fingers, and looked back.

“I’m borrowing your shirt, pants, and shoes. But I left the jacket and other accessories in the bathroom.”

Kouki flinched at his words, his shoulders twitching. His face was a mixture of confusion and hurt, so Amane reiterated, “I told you, didn’t I?”

“I’ll return them when I’m done.”

“But they’re yours…”

“I won’t accept them.”

Kouki gasped, taken aback.

“I have no reason to accept them. I’ll have the shirt and pants cleaned before I return them with the shoes. That’s fine, right?”

Without waiting for a response, Amane opened the door and stepped out into the inner corridor. He put the cigarette back in his mouth and began walking down the hallway. Shortly after, he heard the door behind him creak open with a click.

“Please wait. I’ll drive you home.”

“No need.”

“But…”

“Don’t follow me!”

Shouting without turning around, Amane walked away without looking back. Probably due to the overwhelming force of his rejection, Kouki didn’t follow.

Amane descended the grand staircase lined with crimson carpet, retracing the route he had taken earlier and exiting through the arched double doors of the entrance hall. Once outside, he dropped the cigarette—now only a third of the way finished—onto the marble steps. He ground it under his heel, twisting it into the ground with a ferocity as if he were crushing an enemy.

“Damn alpha…” A curse escaped through his gritted teeth. He was seething with anger.

Anger at Kouki, who had disobeyed orders and touched him, fully aware of what would happen.

Anger at himself for crumbling so easily under the influence of alpha pheromones, swept away by lust, drowning in pleasure, and even begging for more.

Anger at the very existence of alphas, who, no matter how much he tried to act tough and maintain his pride, forced him to confront the fact that, in the end, he was still an omega.

“…Well, whatever.”

He sighed and brushed back his still-wet bangs.

He had dissolved their partnership.

Unexpectedly, the question of whether a partnership between a top Alpha and a Stray Omega was possible had been settled.

Now, he wouldn’t have to babysit anymore. The thought brought him some relief.

Being a lone wolf suited him. He had always worked alone until now.

“I was never cut out to be partnered with anyone,” he muttered to himself, grimacing.

Amane pulled his phone and the damp business card from his pocket. He tapped the number written on the rectangular card. After five rings, the call connected.

“Hello, is this Kourogi-san? This is Amane. We exchanged business cards at the Shutou family party. I’m sorry about earlier; I was interrupted. I’m interested in the scout offer you mentioned. Could we meet sometime soon?”

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Amane had managed to arrange a meeting for the next day after some back-and-forth with Kourogi. He was just about to head to the agreed location.

(Damn interruptions…)

He quickened his pace, furrowing his eyebrows in annoyance. But it didn’t take long for someone to catch up to him. The man easily matched his stride with long steps and asked, “Where are you going?”

“Is this about Aya?”

“…”

“Are you meeting Kourogi right now?”

Amane ignored the barrage of questions.

“So, is that it? That’s what you’re doing, right?”

The man’s persistence grated on his nerves. He stopped walking and glared at him from the corner of his eye.

“And if I am? What of it?”

Kouki stepped in front of Amane, blocking his path.

“Take me with you.”

With a serious expression, Kouki looked him straight in the eye.

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*Translator’s Note: Your possessive puppy won’t let go that easily, Honjou-san… -K

Next update: 2025.02.18

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