OMS 11

Looking up pheromone deodorizer on the Internet, Park Dong-sik’s face hardened. It was something used by cheating omegas or alphas to erase their partner’s scent. Why did Kim Yoon-ah give this to me? What was she trying to erase?

[Did you have any unnecessary contact with Kim Tae-han today?]

“Ah…”

[You should shower right away when you go up.]

So it was because of Kim Jun-han. He should just condemn me outright. How can he be so calm while knowing everything? One lacks conscience, the other lacks guts—these brothers were both strange cases.

Contemplating whether or not to shower, Park Dong-sik gave up and collapsed on the sofa. His whole body had been aching since the funeral, and now he felt too drained to move. He couldn’t tell if it was because Lee Hee-soo had weak stamina or if it was due to the shock.

Closing his eyes, he saw his face from the morgue. That water-bloated face. Even if he could return to his body, would it be possible to wake up normally? His organs would have decomposed after being in the water for so long.

He curled up, groaning. If he couldn’t return, would he have to live as Lee Hee-soo forever? While it was true he didn’t have many good memories living as Park Dong-sik, living like this didn’t appeal to him either.

Park Dong-sik had lived his whole life as a beta. He’d never even thought about the life of an omega or alpha. No matter how much money there was, he didn’t want a life of going into heat because of pheromones or whatever at random times.

Meanwhile, he remembered Kim Jun-han at the funeral. How did he know to come there? He must have found out the truth through the CCTV or something. That Park Dong-sik had jumped in to save Lee Hee-soo. At least he wasn’t ungrateful.

Park Dong-sik got up and pulled out the envelopes from his pocket. Opening Mr. Jang’s envelope from the butcher shop revealed four crumpled 10,000 won bills and two 5,000 won bills. Feeling emotional, he pushed aside the envelope and opened Kim Jun-han’s envelope.

Wait, are these checks? His eyes widened impossibly as he confirmed the amount. Thinking he must be seeing things, he rubbed his eyes and counted the zeros with his finger.
How many zeros are there…

One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, hundred thousand, million…

Ten 10-million won checks means…

“One…one hundred million won!”

Am I dreaming? No matter how many times he checked, it was still 100 million won. His fingertips trembled. He couldn’t believe he was holding an amount he’d never seen in his life. How could someone give such an amount as a condolence gift?

While staring at the checks as if enchanted, the phone rang. Park Dong-sik’s face scrunched up like he’d eaten something foul. Just when he was feeling good, this bastard had to butt in.

Answering the phone, Kim Tae-han’s voice came through.

[Why are you so late?]

Park Dong-sik sneered.

“You shameless bastard.”

[Who? Me?]

“Who else but you? What’s this about being an illegitimate child? What a joke. How can you lie so shamelessly?! You lying bastard! The phone wasn’t even yours!”

[Oh my, so you found out.]

At his calm, oily voice, Park Dong-sik exploded in anger.

“Damn it, I thought something was off when you first came onto me. Is your conscience dead? How could you think of screwing your sister-in-law with lies? Aren’t you ashamed in front of your parents?”

Then again, with a father like that, how could the son be any better?

[Is that all you have to say?]

“You’re not even worth cursing at. Just stay out of my sight if possible.”

[Come on, not that. You must be curious about something? Like the whereabouts of the real phone owner?]

Park Dong-sik hesitated. According to Kim Yoon-ah, Lee Hee-soo’s lover was missing. They said he was missing and couldn’t be found anywhere. Part of him suspected Kim Tae-han might have done something to him.

“You…did you kill the phone’s owner?”

[Wow, sister-in-law. Saying such scary things so casually. I don’t have that kind of nerve.]

“But you have the nerve to hit on your sister-in-law.”

[Love and murder are different.]

“Shut your mouth. Then why do you have the phone?”

[Want to know?]

“…”

[Don’t look far away. They say it’s darkest under the lamp.]

“What do you mean?”

[Come to me if you want to know more. I’ll satisfy your curiosity, and your sexual needs too.]

“What satisfaction, you bastard?!”

[Why are you like this? You were swooning with pleasure earlier.]

Park Dong-sik’s ears turned red. True, he had been overwhelmed with pleasure, but that was something unavoidable, like force majeure. Because of those pheromones or whatever, his whole body went weak, and how could he stop the wetness flowing from his hole?

Gritting his teeth tightly, Park Dong-sik answered.

“I’m not coming. And let me tell you something since you seem confused—it wasn’t that good!”

[Liar. You were wiggling your hips like a bitch in heat.]

“Shut up. Who was moving because they liked it? Because you were spreading that weird smell—damn, ah, forget it. Listen well since I don’t want to get involved with you anymore. For a man, having a big dick isn’t everything! Got it? You brainless, oversized dick bastard!”

Instead of anger, a low chuckle came through the receiver. Just as Park Dong-sik realized he couldn’t reason with this bastard anymore, he felt a chill run up and down his spine. Turning around, he froze. Kim Jun-han was standing there, head slightly tilted to the right, with an expression of complete incomprehension.

[Come on, just come over for a bit. I’ll prove to you my technique is good too.]

Park Dong-sik hurriedly hung up. Words wouldn’t come easily. I’m Park Dong-sik, not Lee Hee-soo. He’s not even my partner, so why do I feel this guilt and intimidation? Maybe Hee-soo is inside me? Mr. Hee-soo, are you there? He wanted to ask but stopped, fearing he’d be thought crazy.

“What are you doing at this hour?”

“Y-You, why are you here…?”

“I left a book in the bedroom.”

“If you came for a book, just take it…Why are you eavesdropping on others’ conversations…?”

“Which conversation?”

“…”

“About Tae-han’s big dick?”

This was ridiculous. Despite looking like someone who’d only use dictionary words, hearing Kim Jun-han casually say “dick” made sleep flee completely. While Park Dong-sik kept his mouth shut like a clam, Kim Jun-han approached slowly with his hands in his pockets.

His gaze briefly landed on the pheromone deodorizer on the table. He picked it up and, without hesitation, sprayed it in Park Dong-sik’s face with a hiss. Like killing an annoying summer mosquito with insecticide. Or perhaps some other bug.

Surprised by the sudden action, Park Dong-sik waved his hands around and grimaced.

“Kugh, what are you doing?”

“I heard this was a famous product, but its effectiveness is disappointing. The smell is still there?”

Want to ask if you’re just good at detecting smells like a dog? He swallowed the words down his throat. Right, after all, Hee-soo was Kim Jun-han’s wife. Regardless of their relationship, no one would be happy knowing their wife was fooling around with their brother. Trying to avoid escalating the fight, he attempted to leave, but Kim Jun-han blocked his path.

His downward gaze was cold, and Park Dong-sik deliberately lifted his chin, trying not to look intimidated.

“What now?”

Kim Jun-han reached out. Thinking he might grab his collar, Park Dong-sik prepared to defend himself, but instead, the hand smoothed out his wrinkled shirt. Anyone watching might have thought they were a loving couple. Still, he couldn’t smell any scent from him.

“Don’t create any scandals until the divorce.”

So he was planning to divorce. Well, that wasn’t surprising.

“That’s if you want to leave this house with anything.”

What did he mean by anything? Alimony? Remembering the hundred million won in the envelope made him feel strange. He’d wanted to leave this body as soon as possible, but touching such a large sum of money made his resolve waver shamefully.

How much do the wealthy usually give in divorces?

Just as he was quickly calculating in his head—

“Of course, assuming you leave alive.”

The hand left his shirt collar, and Kim Jun-han smiled faintly, his expression impossible to read. Was this a joke or a threat?. Park Dong-sik suddenly remembered what Kim Tae-han had said:

[Don’t look far away. They say it’s darkest under the lamp.]

As if on cue, the light above illuminated him like a spotlight. As if pointing out “This guy is the culprit!” Though he didn’t want to get carried away, suspicion inevitably began creeping in.