OMI 1

My Little World

Two connected rooms, cozy and comfortable. That’s all of my world right now.

A space too large for just one person. On the first day, I couldn’t settle down, pacing back and forth, unable to sit still for no reason.

One room was entirely a bedroom and private space.

Except for when the housekeeper came to clean every two days, no one else entered.

The other room was a guest room.

It was in this room that the staff at this facility patiently explained everything to me, who couldn’t understand anything. Despite my inability to speak their language, they never showed any frustration, using pictures and gestures to explain things to me over and over.

As long as there are no misunderstandings, it seems I’m guaranteed basic necessities just by staying in this room. I was told not to worry about food, clothing, or shelter.

There’s only one requirement: I have to meet with a wealthy-looking man almost every afternoon.

At first, I was on guard.

Thinking to myself, “So this is the kind of role I was expected to play here as well”.

I had given up and was about to urge my partner to the next room, the bedroom. 

But the man didn’t go along with it. He just urged me to sit down, looking flustered as I stood up. 

The staff member who hurried over pointed to the tea set out for the two of us, gesturing as if to say that we only needed to talk. 

Still half-doubtful, I spent several minutes just listening to the man’s story.

I couldn’t understand the language, but I could tell he was going out of his way to keep me from being bored, using photos and drawings.

I could pick up on the flow of conversation and learn about this world from the smallest of cues, every time I responded, he would react with exaggerated joy.

It was a strange feeling.

It’s absurd that someone would serve me. Ever since I was marked as an Omega, I’ve always been at the bottom. I’ve always been the one serving.

The opposite? That’s unthinkable.

Since then, a different person visits my room every day.

Every day, I met different people, as if the facility was introducing them to me one by one.

The majority of them were men, but there were also women.

I can’t even remember how long it’s been since a beautiful woman spoke to me kindly.

She was an upper-class woman, full of grace and confidence. Not a sheltered young lady, but more like a successful businesswoman.

I was so unaccustomed to it that I was confused when the woman first came into my room.

I had mostly dealt with men, so when I made eye contact with someone of such high standing, I would usually get a look of disdain, as if I were trash.  

I was even more uncomfortable than usual and couldn’t make eye contact so the facility staff had to come check on me. I must have worried her quite a bit.

With the next person, I was able to talk a bit more calmly.

Maybe it was because I finally realized that I wouldn’t be treated rudely or rejected.

But there was one thing that all of them had in common.

All the people I met were Alphas.   

I wasn’t explicitly told, but as I lived as an Omega, I could intuitively understand.

I went crazy thinking this was kind of like a matchmaking event.

Those highly sought-after Alphas would come all their way to see me, how is that even possible?

This facility truly didn’t ask anything else of me.

I was served three meals a day, and they were increasingly tailored to my taste.

If I gestured to indicate I needed something, they would provide it to pamper me.

However, I was gently discouraged from leaving the room and wandering outside.

Right outside the door, there were always two guards. If I needed something, I was told to call for a facility staff member and return to my room.

It was undoubtedly a distorted way of living.

But since coming here, I’ve been able to spend my days peacefully for the first time in my life.

The biggest reason is that I can tell everyone here cares about me. I’ve never felt any aggressive emotions.

It’s strange, but even without understanding the language, I can easily sense such things.

As if to make me forget all the fear and anxiety I’ve felt, there was nothing to threaten me here.

Of course, I have a vague sense of wonder about what will happen next.

But my mind was too exhausted to think about it.

Given the current situation where I’m not in any immediate danger, it was understandable to give up thinking.

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Let me tell you a little bit about my life before coming to this facility.

In the world I was born into, there are six sexes.

First, there’s the sex you’re born with, male or female. This is called the primary sex.

Then, during puberty, a secondary sex develops. These are Alpha, Beta, and Omega.

Most people become Betas, living in a relatively normal sexual environment without any significant disadvantages. They find life partners and live their lives.

Being in the majority is a real advantage. It’s said that about 70% of the world’s population is Beta.

Everyone would at least once think about wanting to be an Alpha. They often have superior physical abilities and exceptional talents. Those diagnosed as Alphas during the secondary sex examination have almost always shown signs of it before.

You can assume that people in high social positions and with important jobs are Alphas.

It’s often said that the world revolves around Alphas, they’re so central to society.

And then, there are the Omegas.

Physically, they tend to be small and slender. It’s not uncommon for an Omega male to be physically weaker than a sports-oriented Alpha female.

The social status of Omegas is incredibly low, and their history is one of oppression.

Once an Omega reaches physical maturity, they go into heat every three months. This animalistic and troublesome trait was a major reason why Omegas were shunned by society.

Omegas without a designated Alpha mate release pheromones during this heat period, attracting Alphas.

This is something that cannot be controlled by human reason, and even Alphas find it difficult to resist.

They were often called beasts.

Until modern times when medication could manage the condition, Omegas were typically isolated and controlled.

Nowadays, with the ability to suppress pheromones to a certain extent, Omegas are able to take on social jobs.

It was only recently, with the rise of discussions about human rights in modern times, that this became possible.

I have no memory of my mother. She wasn’t around by the time I could remember.

My father was a Beta, but he wasn’t a good man.

He was often away from home, and there were times when debt collectors came knocking.

He never seemed to have a steady job, wandering from place to place. He brought strange women home and kicked me out more times than I can count.

Growing up in such a household, I desperately wanted to become independent.

I couldn’t wait to get away from that man.

My grades were average, but they were good enough to get me into a higher-level school. I didn’t have the money to go to cram schools or hire private tutors. Considering that, I think I worked pretty hard.

I wanted to go to a vocational school, get an industrial qualification, and leave home as soon as possible.

It was when I was 15 that a dark cloud loomed over my already vague future.

Before taking any exams, whether for school or a job, a verse test was mandatory

When I was 10, my health checkup had shown I was a Beta, so I hadn’t worried.

Everything changed when the results, which were supposed to be mailed to me, required a retest.

Normally, I would have received a certificate confirming I was a Beta and that would have been the end of it. But for the retest, I was required to bring a parent, and the results were delivered to me directly by the doctor.

I was an Omega. Apparently, it’s not uncommon to get Beta test results at an early age when sexually undifferentiated.

It seems that one’s verse s3x is usually fixed in the late teens.

I sometimes wondered, ‘What if I was an Alpha?’

But that was a long shot.

With either of these two options, there was no way I could become something as superior as an Alpha

My father didn’t say anything. He just stared at my verse certificate with great interest.

I had expected him to yell at me or something, so I was taken aback.

There are only a few schools where Omega students can go on to higher education.

The only ones that exist are private schools with ridiculously expensive tuition fees where only Omega students are accepted.

Most of the Omegas who attended that school were children of Alphas, young ladies and gentlemen who were being groomed to become suitable companions for Alphas.

Naturally, there was no way I, a commoner living in extreme poverty, could ever afford to attend.

What am I going to do after graduation?

I knew perfectly well that no decent place would hire an Omega like me, someone without any skills or qualifications.

And that day came sooner than I expected.

My father, who couldn’t bear to see me at home, dragged me out and said he’d found me a job.

The place my father took me to was a kind of shop.

It was fairly large and looked quite clean, and there were similar shops lined up nearby.

The people working there were all dressed nicely and were very friendly.

My father took me to a back room, talked to the shopkeeper for a bit, and then left me there.

He didn’t find me a job. 

As if it were the most natural thing in the world, my father sold me off to that shop without a second thought. 

He received enough cash to buy a car and left the shop without even looking at me once.

From that day on, I stopped expecting anything. 

At the shop, my living was guaranteed.

But I was treated more like an item than a person. 

The role expected of an Omega in such a place was clear.

Day after day, I dealt with different men. 

There were hardly any decent people among those who came to satisfy their desires in such a place.

Using up my body and mind, I still had no other way to survive. I worked at that shop for four years, doing as I was told. 

Even in such a place, there were breaks.

More like, if there were no customers, it was a break. 

My appearance wasn’t particularly good, nor was I charming. 

After so many years, the value of youth had diminished, making it harder to attract customers.

When the earnings go down, naturally the treatment gets worse too. 

I even wondered if I’d become unnecessary at this kind of place. 

But still, I had a few regular customers, so I wouldn’t be thrown out immediately.

I wandered the streets, lost in those thoughts. 

The day’s work had ended, and it was well past midnight, almost morning.

Today’s customer had a peculiar fixation on the location, so I had to go out to the specified place. There’s no way they’d cover my return transportation costs, so I have to walk the way back to the dorm.

A news broadcast was playing on the large display of a skyscraper on the main street. 

In recent years, declining birth rates have become a global issue. 

In other countries, attitudes towards Omegas have started to change. 

It was noted that a pairing between an Alpha and an Omega results in a significantly higher probability of producing an Alpha compared to other pairings. 

With the overall human population decreasing, the sharp decline in the number of Alphas has become a concern. Further investigations revealed that the decrease in the number of Omegas is a significant factor. 

Essentially, fewer pairings have led to a drop in the birth of Alphas.

In a society said to be run by Alphas, the protection of Omegas, who are their partners, has started to be strongly advocated. 

Well, in the country I live in, there are no laws protecting Omegas.

In the news interview, an Omega married to an upper-class Alpha laughs and says, 

“He and I are bound by fate. I am confident that I love him more than anyone else in the world.”

I almost laughed.

Love? What the heck is Love?

Speak as many formless, invisible, words as you want.

But the Omega’s smile on the screen looked terribly hollow. 

He’s likely desperately trying to protect his place in the world. 

The bond isn’t absolute. 

It’s said that Alphas can dissolve it. If that happens, he won’t survive. 

That’s why he devotes himself to his Alpha.

It seemed no different from my current situation. 

In the end, an Omega’s love is just an illusion. 

The weather that day was terrible, with no sign of the rain stopping. 

To make matters worse, thunder roared.

It’s getting closer. It might be better to get inside a building. 

I remember it being dangerous to hold an umbrella out in the open. 

The moment I thought that, a flash of light filled my vision, and a jolt ran through my body. 

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“00? %&O#A$**JD3G?”

I woke up to someone speaking in a foreign language I had never heard before, finding myself in a forest I didn’t recognize at all. 

Omega kidnappings aren’t uncommon. 

Was I taken while I was unconscious? 

Maybe they caught me on a whim and, finding I wasn’t high-quality, dumped me somewhere random. 

But this scenery is just too weird.

Even if they were trying to hide a crime, taking me out of the country seemed excessive.

“D％＄＆A?＄KA@＋＋＊%＆＃＄”

Men began to gather around me, watching me closely. 

“Wait, I don’t understand what you are asking.”

“D%$#III? EW==#$**`!”

The man who asked me questions, looking worried, glanced around at the others helplessly. The others met his eyes with puzzled expressions, shaking their heads.

It was clear nobody understood my words. 

I couldn’t understand theirs either. I was aware of my lack of education, foreign languages were a struggle, I could barely understand some greetings in neighboring countries’ words. 

From their appearance, the men seemed to be police officers. Uniforms, perhaps? They were all dressed similarly and moved with coordination. 

If so, it’s better not to resist, especially if this is abroad. 

I’ve faced so much malice before that I could tell, none of them meant me any harm. 

In fact, they treated me with surprising care. 

As if helping a lost child. 

Even after I followed them, I couldn’t figure out what country I was in. 

Eventually, I ended up at that facility. 

From that day until now, I’ve been in this dream-like, gentle world.