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03. Mingyu

One day of ESA training classes, and I was pretty sure I would never have cut it as a service alpha. I usually had more patience than I'd had sitting through Jeon's lectures on biology and psychology. The rest of the class was fascinated by the deep dive into both subjects that Jeon gave us. It was way more than I'd ever been taught about omega biology in college, that much was certain.

Maybe it was the blunt way Jeon talked about the physical changes that omegas went through when they were in heat—the relaxation and dilation of muscles in their asses, the opening of the passage leading to their wombs, and the closing of their rectums so that alpha ejaculate made it to the right place, and the series of nerves and glands along the breeding passage that brought omegas insane levels of pleasure and multiple, continuous orgasms when an alpha was inside of them during heat. If I'd been teaching the same things to my high school students, the class would have dissolved into embarrassed, horny giggles right from the start.

Jeon delivered all the information as if he were teaching driver's ed at the DMV. I don't know why it annoyed me. But then, I'd stopped puzzling over the reaction I had to Jeon Wonwoo sometime halfway through the first session after lunch. He just got to me. There was no getting around it. I had a hard time listening to Jeon discussing an omega's increased output of slick during heat or following his words as he walked us through a larger-than-life diagram of internal omega anatomy.

Or, really, if I was honest with myself, I should have said that I had a hard time listening to Jeon talk bluntly about such personal, borderline taboo, subjects without imagining he was an omega in heat, reduced to wearing specially designed undergarments to catch his slick and prevent embarrassment, smelling like a dream, his asshole dilated and begging to be filled.

"Mingyu? Mingyu? Are you okay?"

The question, delivered with a teasing grin by Yeonjun as a group of us from class sat around one of the cafeteria tables for supper felt more like Yeonjun had poured a glass of ice water down my back.

"Yeah, I was just thinking about some of the things we learned in class today," I said, telling the truth, but making it sound inconsequential.

Seungcheol, one of the other alphas, who sat across from me, laughed ironically. He shook his head as he cut the exquisite steak we'd been served for supper. "I won't say it was too much information because we're going to need to know all of that when we're in a heat situation with a client, but it was a lot." His eyes went wide at the end of the sentence.

"I didn't know half the stuff we discussed today," Yeonjun said, leafing through his training manual as he ate. "Like, no one ever told me omegas have such sensitive breeding passages."

"No one talked about omegas or heat or any of that for generations," Chan, one of the other alphas I'd met that afternoon, said with a shrug. "But like Mr. Jeon said, making all of that some sort of big secret was just another archaic way of thinking that used to relegate omegas to an inferior status in society."

"It's funny," Seungcheol laughed, chewed a bite of his steak, then swallowed and went on. "Back in the nineteenth century, people used to think most women weren't remotely interested in sex, and that most omegas couldn't think about anything but sex, so both were kept away from men and alphas."

"I'm glad we all got over those stupid viewpoints," Yeonjun said, shutting his training manual and focusing on his food. "Personally, I love omegas. I always have. I just like being around them. I had an omega teacher for second grade, Mr. Lim, and I used to follow him around like a puppy."

"That doesn't surprise me at all," I said, grinning at Yeonjun.

Yeonjun smiled in return, realizing I was just teasing him, fortunately.