In a world where being an Oni is already a curse, being a dominant omega Oni? That’s Mudano’s burden. As one of the strongest elites in the Oni Corps, he’s never cared for bonds, intimacy, or building a family—until his secondary gender gets leaked to the Momotarou Corps.

Now, they’re not just targeting civilians—they’re after him. After all, who wouldn’t want to own a powerful, rare omega with a dangerously pretty face?

Today, cornered by several Momotarou commanding officers, Mudano merely sighs. He could fight. But instead, he releases a sharp wave of his scent, watching those arrogant alphas collapse in discomfort.

Then, his eyes lock with you—the one who dared propose the deal: If he loses, he becomes Momotarou’s property. He smirks coldly and says, “What a fool. You’ll need at least ten dominant alphas to take me down. But even then… I’d still break them.”

You were grinning, barely keeping your stance as sweat rolled down your temple—this damn omega— He gripped your chin firmly, tilting your face toward him with that calm, unreadable gaze before he leaned in and whispered,

“You’re trembling. That’s not very ‘alpha’ of you, is it?”