RP Chapter 39

Chapter 39 – Pissing Off VIP Client

Volume 3, Resonance 5, Part 6

Novel Title: 共鳴熱情 オメガバース (Resonance Passion: Omegaverse)

Author：岩本薫 (Iwamoto Kaoru)

Illustrator：蓮川愛 (Hasukawa Ai)

Translator: K (@kin0monogatari)

Protagonists: MC- 遠峰一紗 (Toomine Kazusa), Lemur & ML- ゼロ (Zero)

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

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“…Who are you?” the woman asked suspiciously, clearly only focused on Serval until now. Kazusa hesitated for a moment. But as Serval’s former doctor, he couldn’t ignore the situation.

“I’m sorry for interrupting, but Serval’s left arm hasn’t fully healed yet. Could I ask you to refrain from touching him too much?”

“What?”

The woman raised her arched eyebrows in irritation. Serval was subtly shaking his head as if to signal “no,” but Kazusa couldn’t back down. If the woman continued to treat him roughly for the next two and a half hours, Serval’s wound might reopen.

“Also, he’s prohibited from consuming alcohol for the time being.”

The woman’s expression grew even more hostile.

“Who do you think you are? I haven’t seen you around before. And now you’re acting all high and mighty?”

“Uh, well, this is Lemur. He’s a new hire,” Serval intervened, stepping in to defuse the situation.

“A newbie? This guy?”

“He used to work a different job until recently. Lemur, introduce yourself.”

Caught off guard, Kazusa hurriedly introduced himself, “Nice to meet you, I’m Lemur. I’ll be assisting tonight. Please take care of me.”

The woman didn’t respond. Instead, she turned her nose up and looked away with a huff.

(Great… I’ve pissed off a VIP customer.)

Kazusa’s face turned pale. But Serval cheerfully tried to lift the mood.

“Come on, let’s not waste time. Let’s head to the room! I’d love to pop that champagne!” he said sweetly.

The woman seemed to soften a bit at Serval’s request.

“Fine. You can have anything you want tonight.”

“Yay!”

The next few hours in the VIP room were nothing short of a nightmare.

Having upset the woman right off the bat, Kazusa was completely ignored by her for the entire evening. The only thing he could do was try to stay out of her sight, standing awkwardly in the corner of the room. Meanwhile, Serval—who had popped the cork from the champagne with a loud pop—was busy downing glass after glass with the woman, seemingly unfazed. He had whispered to Kazusa before entering the VIP room, “Leave this to me. Champagne is just like water for me, don’t worry.”

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“Thank you for the amazing evening! That was delicious!”

“I had a great time. I’ll be back soon.”

“I had a blast too. Looking forward to seeing you again! I’ll walk you out. Oh, Lemur, you can head out first.”

Finally, the two and a half agonising hours came to an end. Kazusa stood at the VIP room’s door, seeing off Serval—who had subtly told him not to follow—and the CEO, who continued to ignore him until the very end. He waited until their voices, echoing up the spiral staircase, faded away before rushing into the employee powder room.

Standing at the sink, Kazusa yanked off his glasses and splashed cold water on his face with reckless abandonment. After cooling off for a moment, he shut off the water and looked up.

A pathetic man in his thirties stared back at him in the mirror—someone who couldn’t understand women, couldn’t make small talk, and to top it off, had angered one of Serval’s most important clients.

(What kind of ‘former doctor’ am I…? The reason Serval had to drink champagne was because of me. I’m still stuck in the mindset of a doctor.)

Kazusa’s fingers trembled as they gripped the edge of the ceramic sink. He felt guilt towards Serval and frustration at his own incompetence.

(I knew it. This job isn’t for me… I’m not cut out to be a cast member.)

He wanted to bury that fleeting moment of overconfidence deep underground. The thought that maybe, just maybe, he could manage this. As he scrubbed his face with a handkerchief, he overheard voices from the other side of the powder room door.

“Hey, did you hear? About the new guy?”

“Yeah, I heard.”

Kazusa’s shoulders flinched. It was Fossa and Jackal, two employees from the slums. In a panic, he rushed into a stall, locked the door, and pressed his back against the wall, trying to remain quiet. The door creaked open.

(They came in!)

“Apparently, he pissed off one of Serval’s clients.”

“Yeah, word is she was furious. Can you believe it? He had the nerve to lecture a VIP client like he’s still some hotshot doctor.”

“What an idiot. He’s not a doctor anymore. Clients are walking wallets—just flatter them, that’s all you need to do.”

(The rumours have already spread…)

It must have been the hall staff, the ones who came in and out of the VIP room.

“Seriously though, why did the owner make a guy like him a cast member? He should be working behind the scenes.”

“Totally. He looks so plain—just some old guy. Is he really an Omega?”

“For real. Thirty years old and just now differentiating into an Omega? That’s hilarious.”

Their mocking laughter echoed. But even as he was ridiculed, Kazusa didn’t feel angry.

Because they were right.

Working in customer service required exceptional communication skills. The ability to read the room, engage in pleasant conversation, and keep the mood lively—he had none of those skills. He’d been vaguely aware of this. But tonight had driven the point home.

The only reason his communication had worked before was that patients had been willing to listen to him. Now, without the authority of his former title as a doctor, he was utterly useless.

Having lost his confidence, Kazusa barely spoke a word during the second part of the evening, which started at 9 p.m. He just sat at the edge of the box seats like a statue, completely frozen. Instead of supporting the recovering Serval, Serval had ended up covering for him.

After the night ended, Kazusa checked on Serval’s left arm in the backroom, relieved to find that the injury hadn’t worsened. When Kazusa bowed deeply and apologised, saying, “I’m sorry for being so useless today,” Serval, ever kind, reassured him, “It’s your first day, it can’t be helped.”

But still…

Kazusa had been utterly useless as a cast member. So, as a form of atonement, he stayed behind to help clean the store, quietly going about the work. As he scrubbed and wiped, one thought kept coming back to him.

(I’m not cut out for customer service. I’m better suited to working behind the scenes.)

That’s right.

Starting tomorrow, he’d ask to be reassigned to hall staff.

(That’s the right decision. Before I drag everyone down any further…)

By the time he came to this conclusion, it was past 1 a.m. Zero and Hawk must have retired to their rooms already, as the office was dark. It was too late to send a message, so he decided he’d talk to Zero in the morning.

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Next update: 2025.04.24

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