[BL] Tired Of Living As An Omega

Chapter 1 - Transmigrated

Beep beep. Beep beep.

"Ah, Noona. Turn off the alarm....... It's loud."

I hear a familiar alarm. As usual, I groped my hand to find the cell phone on the table.

"Why do you always set an alarm that you can't even hear?"

That's why I always turn it off.

I grumbled and opened my sleepy eyes and glared at the cell phone screen. 7 a.m. It's the weekend. I don't know why she's setting it up at this time when she was not even going to work. I would be dead if I were her.

'Let's hurry up and turn it off.'

I was about to turn it off, sleep more, and press the alarm stop button.

"......?"

Were my eyes wrong?

Instead of the always-visible alarm phrase, 'Wake up!' I saw something different.

[Take heat suppressants]

"Take...heat...suppressants...?"

What is it? Is it the name of your new medication? I've never heard of it.

I just woke up, and my hair was hazy. I've heard that word somewhere....... I couldn't remember well, so I let out a long sigh.

"Ah."

I remembered.

This was one of the terms of the BL novel that my sister was enthusiastically fond of. I remembered that in the Omegaverse, a worldview featuring alpha, beta, and omega, the sex of an omega reaching its peak like an animal, was called Hitsa, or hit cycle.

The reason I remember this is because my sister was a so-called Guataku, or Ota-ku, and she was eager to sell her novels to me, who is a muggle.

'...but why is this coming out of here?'

Did my sister get too immersed in the novel? I snapped my tongue and turned off the alarm, declaring that her hobby was nasty.

"Noona! Wake up! Did you set the alarm...weirdly?"

Oops.

Am I dreaming?'

The scenery in front of me was strange. Even if I rubbed my eyes and pulled my cheeks to both sides, nothing changed.

"No matter how much I look at it...... It's not my house."

The neat room plastered with monotone interiors in white, grey, and black was never my room as I knew it. My house was an old family home covered in terrible cherry moulding.

It was also a multi-child family with seven children because the couple who ran the orchard was happy. Among them, I was the youngest at the bottom.

There are many children, but all the rooms are small, so I've never had my own room as an adult. I shared a room with my brother, who is always the sixth, a year older than me.

So it was so shocking that I was alone in this neat and simple interior room. There's only one bed in the room. That's a king-sized bed. Is this a dream, or was I kidnapped?

Hoping it wasn't the last time, I got out of my bed, which was incredibly soft.

"...Excuse me, is anyone there......?"

It was quiet. When I came out of the room, it looked like an apartment with three rooms, but since there were no people, it seemed like they were out or that no one was living in it at all.