Michaeng G!P collection

Need A Hand? (G!P Chaeyoung)

TW: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics

•Chaeyoung participates in a scientific study for some much-needed cash. However, the omega assistant assigned to her is altogether too tempting.

~G!P Chaeyoung~

Need A Hand?

Thank you for working with Seoul Pharmaceuticals!

Wondering what to expect from your first visit?

One of our qualified omega assistants will provide you with the product we're testing, then manually collect your sample while you view video clips of your choice. After the sample is collected, you get paid immediately through your favorite online banking application.

With your help, Seoul Pharmaceuticals can continue to develop our products, aiding alphas everywhere with their fertility. Make money and help others, all in just fifteen minutes! Now, doesn't that feel good?

Chaeyoung set the tablet down on the exam table, which was far more comfortable than most she'd sat on during previous doctor exams, thanks to its extra cushioning. But she wasn't comfortable. Not at all. With her pants and underwear folded neatly on a nearby chair and nothing but a disposable paper blanket covering her lap, she re-evaluated how badly she needed this semester's textbooks.

Her eyes darted over to the door, which had remained shut for the past five minutes. Any moment now, a strange omega would walk through, snap on some gloves, and... manually collect her sample, which was pretty much the politest euphemism Chaeyoung could think of for what she was about to endure.

"Come on, Son. Get your head straight," she muttered to herself and the empty room, resting her palms flat on her thighs. The blanket crinkled under her hands, reminding her just how vulnerable she was. "You've been through worse. Having an orgasm for two hundred bucks isn't exactly as bad as booster shots."

But even though the procedure wouldn't be painful, it was embarrassing. She hadn't been with an omega in three years. Not since she and Tzuyu broke up. Getting a handjob in what basically amounted to a doctor's office wasn't exactly sex—but it wasn't not sex, either.

Chaeyoung closed her eyes. Took a deep breath. Regretted it almost immediately, because it carried the faint smell of other alphas, covered liberally with the scent of disinfectant, further into her nose. I'll just focus on the clips, she decided. She'd never been much for visual porn, preferring her own imagination and the occasional dog-eared romance novel hidden in her nightstand, but anything had to be better than watching whatever the omega assistant did between her legs...

The door clicked open.

Chaeyoung's heart jumped. She wetted her lips, forcing what she hoped was a perfectly pleasant, perfectly professional smile... a smile which transformed into an open-mouthed gape as she saw who had entered the room.

The omega standing in the doorway was beautiful. Soft dark hair, clear caramel eyes, full breasts and curvy hips which filled out her loose pink scrubs. She had an adorable mole above her full upper lip and on her nose and a cute dimple in her chin as well. Worst of all, she smelled like sunshine after a spring rainshower.

What does that even mean? Chaeyoung wondered. People don't smell like nature. But the omega's scent was impossible to ignore, and strong enough to make her stir under the paper blanket. Her pulse thumped much too fast, and although she knew she should avert her gaze, she couldn't tear her eyes away.

"Hi there." The omega offered a warm smile, one which put Chaeyoung at ease. "You're Chaeyoung, right? Son Chaeyoung?" She looked down at the tablet in her hand, scrolling with the tip of her index finger.