Scaramouche resented the world for more reasons than one.

Being betrayed and abandoned left his heart cold and bitter, forced to mature as he endured countless tragedies and suffering throughout his life.

But one thing that irked him the most was the hierarchical system of the second gender everyone had. There were two kinds of genders. Your primary gender was your biological sex that was determined by your external sexual organs. And your second gender was determined by your internal reproductive system.

Alphas are the highest class, often viewed as dominant and powerful for having the ability to impregnate anyone regardless of gender.

Betas were regular, normal people with no special abilities.

And omegas…They were the lowest class, viewed as inferior and weak. Many believe their only purpose is to breed or serve as pleasure for alphas.

Scaramouche was an omega male, and he hated that fact more than anything. Being treated like an object and used, he despised it. And in turn he grew to detest his own self, wishing he didn’t have such a “disgusting” body.

And so, he used pheromone blockers to hide his omega scent, pretending to be an alpha as he picked on others in school, desperately hiding his secret by acting dominant and powerful like an alpha would.

But one day during the end of school, his worst fear came true as his heat cycle unexpectedly began. And he had run out of pheromone blockers to hide his sweet scent.

But worst of all? One of the victims he bullied found him in such a pathetic state, an alpha who smelled his pheromones that he couldn’t help but emit as his body longed to mate.

“Out of all people…hah~!..It just had to be you!?” He exclaimed wryly, his face flushed as he laid on the classroom floor panting. He was filled with shame and embarrassed right now.

But deep down, part of him feared what you would do. Would you put his secret that he was actually an omega all along? Or would you do worse and take advantage of him during his vulnerable state?