RL Chapter 65

Chapter 65 – Driven by Anxiety

Resonance 9, Part 1

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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Leaving the exposed lower half of Kourogi in the room, Kouki jumped into his beloved car parked at the hotel’s driveway and headed for the mixed-use commercial complex where the secret club was located. It was only a ten-minute drive from the hotel.

Yet, those ten minutes felt like an eternity.

―――When I snuck out during a call from my office, they were playing poker in the VIP lounge. Their usual trick is to rig the game, forcing their victims into massive losses to trap them. About a year ago, they started complaining that simple escort services weren’t thrilling enough, so they started using rape drugs. So by now… he’s probably been drugged too…

Recalling Kourogi’s voice, Kouki’s hand gripped the steering wheel.

Even though there are three of them, it is hard to believe that Honjou Amane could be so easily put to sleep with drugs. As for the poker game, he wouldn’t accept it unless he had a chance of winning.

Kouki tried to think positively. But now Amane is in his heat period. The negative side of himself started to whisper. Of course, he must have taken suppressants. But there is a possibility that the effect may wear off or weaken when surrounded by three alphas…

Driven by anxiety, Kouki arrived at the mixed-use commercial complex, driving at a speed just short of a violation. As it was already close to 3 a.m., the entire facility was closed, with only the night lights on. The underground parking lot had also closed for the day. So Kouki had no choice but to park in the nearest 24-hour parking lot.

From the parking lot, Kouki rushed back to the commercial complex and began searching for the secret club’s private elevator. About five minutes into the search, he found a discreetly located one.

(This must be it)

Pressing the button, Kouki impatiently boarded the elevator as the doors opened. He inserted the black card he had received from Kouki into the slot at the bottom of the control panel and pressed the ‘12’ button. As the elevator ascended, Kouki exhaled softly, but quickly steeled his expression.

Somehow, he had made it this far. But the real challenge lay ahead.

The elevator stopped, and the doors slowly slid open. For a moment, Kouki thought the elevator had stopped at an intermediate floor due to some malfunction, as the view was so dark. But upon closer inspection, small flickering flames could be seen in the darkness.

Distracted by the flickering flames, Kouki was suddenly greeted by a deep voice: “Welcome.” A large man holding a lantern emerged from the shadows. Dressed in a black suit, with a short, trimmed moustache and long, cornrow-braided hair, the man had an air of professionalism about him.

“Are you a first-time guest? May I have your name, please?”

“…Kariya.”

“And who referred you?”

After a moment’s hesitation, Kouki replied, “Kourogi-san.”

The man responded, “The guest that Kourogi-sama informed us about is only one person, and he has already arrived at the VIP lounge.”

There was no doubt that the guest was Honjou Amane. Kouki could feel his heartbeat quicken at the thought of Amane being somewhere nearby.

“That’s strange. Perhaps there was a miscommunication. The three people in the VIP lounge are my old friends.”

“Old friends…”

The man with the cornrows scrutinised Kouki with a questioning gaze.

“We’ve been together since preschool, all the way through university.”

“I see.”

The man nodded, seemingly satisfied. Apparently, he had recognized Kouki as an alpha.

“I was supposed to meet them here, and – oh, yes, I have a card from Kourogi-san.”

Kouki pulled a card from the inner pocket of his jacket and handed it to the man who verified it was indeed Kourogi’s.

“However, Kourogi-sama left a few hours ago. So I can’t confirm it with him…”

“Can’t you reach him?”

“I’ll try calling his mobile.”

The man who had taken out his phone and held it to his ear shook his head.

“It’s not connecting. It’s gone to voicemail.”

Kouki understood Kourogi’s situation better than anyone. But Kouki made a perplexed expression and muttered, “I see… That’s going to be a problem.”

The man with the cornrows then said, “The card is genuine, and judging from what I’ve seen, there’s no doubt you’re a guest. I’ll show you to the VIP lounge.” Probably, he didn’t want to turn away the friend of a VIP guest, as it could cause problems later.

“Okay, thank you.”

“Right this way.”

The man led the way. Kouki could see the familiar logo on the back of his suit, like a guiding light. They walked about 20 metres down a narrow, winding corridor with a low ceiling, and the man stopped in front of a metal door, opening it. Kouki’s eyes were assaulted by a strange, purple-tinted scene.

On a semi-circular stage bathed in purple light, naked men and women were engaged in various sexual positions. The combinations were diverse – men and women, men with men, women with women. It was clear from the large projection on the screen behind the stage that this was not a performance, but actual sex.

Surrounding the stage in a fan-shaped arrangement were tables where the audience, all wearing lace or feathered masks, drank while watching the ‘live show’. The voices and music of a live jazz band playing in the corner were drowned out by the murmurs and cries of the audience.

In the back, an open doorway revealed a clandestine casino with slot machines, roulette tables, and poker tables, with guests and dealers in uniform moving between them.

Kouki discreetly observed the secret club’s interior as the man with the cornrows led him to a spiral staircase in the corner of the floor. Ascending the stairs, they reached a landing with three black doors – the VIP lounge, it seemed.

(… Honjou-san must be behind one of these three doors…)

Reaching into his jacket pocket, Kouki quietly drew out the large blade of his army knife as he approached the leftmost door, behind the man with the cornrows.

Swiftly, Kouki pressed the blade against the man’s carotid artery.

“Don’t make a sound,” Kouki whispered in his ear. “One wrong move, and I’ll slit your throat.”

“Knock on the door,” he ordered the man, who was frozen in silence. 

The man slowly raised his hand to knock on the door as ordered. But in a swift motion, he turned, striking Kouki’s arm with a knife-hand blow, sending the knife flying. Before Kouki could retrieve it, the man grabbed Kouki’s left shoulder.

A close-quarters fight ensued. Kouki twisted the man’s grip, then struck his elbow, causing him to lose balance. Seizing the moment, Kouki struck the side of the man’s face with the heel of his palm. 

“…..”

As the man doubled over, Kouki delivered an unrestrained knee strike to his abdomen. “Ugh…”

Kouki then gave an elbow strike to his chin. The sickening crack of bone echoed as the man collapsed unconscious to the floor.

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*Translator’s Note: Fuck yeah! Save your honey!!! -K

Next update: 2025.03.07

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