RL Chapter 54

Chapter 54 – Makes Me Sick

Resonance 7, Part 4

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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Through an open door along the back wall, another floor was partially visible. Judging by the rows of slot machines, roulette, and poker tables, the other room seemed to be a floor dedicated to gambling. This was undoubtedly an underground casino where high-stakes bets were being made.

While such scenes might be common in seedy downtown areas, no average person would imagine that a place like this—filled with swirling heat and desire—existed on the top floor of a high-end commercial complex in High Midtown. Even Amane himself, although it wasn’t his usual patrol area, had no idea. Most likely, the people here were the so-called epicureans, tired of ordinary pleasures, who by day might be good fathers, proud daughters, or reliable bosses.

(A secret garden for the chosen few, huh?)

As he curiously observed the floor, a man remarked, “It must have surprised you.”

“Yeah… well.”

“This kind of activity starts after ten o’clock. Before that, it’s a show hall where you can enjoy live band performances, singing, and pole dancing.”

(Ah, so it’s divided into two parts: the light mode and the dark mode. Interesting.)

As Amane nodded in appreciation, the man urged him forward. It seemed this floor wasn’t their final destination.

Climbing a spiral staircase set in a corner of the floor, they reached three black doors in a row. This was probably the VIP lounge. The man stopped in front of the door on the far left and knocked three times.

“I’ve brought the guest.”

“Come in.”

In response to the invitation, the man opened the door. Inside was a space larger than Amane had imagined, roughly the size of a spacious apartment living room. However, the interior decor was completely different from a residential apartment. The room was thoroughly unified in red and black.

The walls were black and so was the ceiling. From that ceiling hung a bright red chandelier. The floor was a red-and-black checkerboard pattern. The front window was covered with black velvet curtains. The black bar counter installed along the left wall had red stools. The glasses lined up on the counter were also red. The round table and chairs in the back right corner were red as well. Toward the front of the room, two black leather box-type sofas faced each other, with a black stone coffee table between them.

Seated leisurely on the U-shaped black leather sofa were four men, each in a relaxed posture.

Of the four, Amane recognized only one face. That man, Kourogi, was the only one over forty. The other three were quite young, likely in their early twenties—around Kouki’s age.

They all carried an air of arrogance, exuding a subtle but unmistakable aura of superiority. Their casual but evidently expensive attire made it clear they were all Alphas.

Though each had the refined looks typical of Alphas, none of them came close to Kouki’s calibre.

Mizuki had mentioned that three young men attended the party Aya had been part of.

(Bingo?)

It was highly likely that one of these three men was the father of Aya’s child.

“Here he comes. We’ve been waiting for you!” Kourogi stood up, offering a welcoming gesture.

“This is Amane-kun, today’s cast. What do you think? Just as I told you, right?”

“Indeed. Honestly, I was sceptical about a guy… But I suppose this isn’t bad.”

The man with black-rimmed glasses, wearing a glossy black shirt, spread his hands wide in agreement.

“Yeah, this is quite refreshing.”

The man with shoulder-length hair, wearing a designer black outfit that looks expensive, commented in a pretentious tone as he leaned forward slightly.

“Seriously nice! Totally my type!”

The blonde man with a buzz cut, perched on the edge of the sofa with one knee up as he spoke in an excited voice. He wore a loose tank top and leather pants. He has a nose piercing. Tattoos covered his arms from shoulder to elbow. Among the three men, he was the only one who was small in stature.

The gazes of the three men fixed on Amane were filled with raw, sexual curiosity. The blatant lust in their eyes carried the kind of arrogance characteristic of Alphas. At the Shutou family party, the servants and even Kouki’s mother had appraised him openly. But compared to this, that seemed almost polite.

Half a year ago—Aya had probably been appraised by these men in the same way. The thought of Kourogi bringing her into this VIP lounge under false pretences made Amane’s blood boil. But not yet. It wasn’t time to lash out just yet.

(After gathering evidence first.)

“Isn’t he great?”

Kourogi smirked smugly, twitching his nose.

“I was getting a bit bored lately, so this isn’t a bad choice.”

The man with black-rimmed glasses shrugged.

(What’s ‘not a bad choice’? It makes me sick.)

The condescending tone made Amane’s stomach churn.

The fact that someone this young could access the VIP lounge was solely because he was born an Alpha.

Kouki, though he shared the same privilege, didn’t rest on his laurels. He chose his own path and worked hard as a detective, which made him far more respectable.

(Damn it… Again.)

Before he knew it, Amane found himself comparing Kouki to the Alphas in front of him and clicked his tongue inwardly. Since they were Alphas of the same age, it was hard not to compare.

“Come on, sit down.”

Kourogi beckoned Amane and had him sit beside him. On the box sofa, Kourogi and Amane sat on one side while the three young Alphas sat on the opposite side, facing them two-to-three.

Kourogi snapped his fingers, calling over the cornrow-haired usher, who had been waiting near the door after bringing Amane in. “The usual,” he said.

The cornrow-haired usher nodded silently. He then walked to the bar counter and started preparing cocktails. In the meantime, the long-haired Alpha asked, “You’re Amane… right? You’re an Omega, aren’t you?”

“And are you Alphas?” Amane retorted.

The three exchanged glances before the black-rimmed glasses responded on behalf of the group, “No comment.” It seemed that, just like Amane, they weren’t willing to reveal their true identities, likely to avoid complications later on.

“In that case, I’ll give a ‘no comment’ too.”

“Hmph…”

The black-rimmed glasses guy made a dissatisfied sound, folding his arms. The look on his face clearly said, ‘How dare an Omega talk back?’

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*Translator’s Note: Aahhhh I hate these guys. -K

Next update: 2025.02.24

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