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Sweet cinnamon by Amelita.

If Asami knew about human fanfiction writers, he would laugh himself silly over how wrong they got it.

Omegas and their 'slick'... what the hell is slick? No, that was just something squeamish writers invented.

When Omegas go into heat, the gushing fluid they ooze from their sex with its sweet pungent smell that drives the Alphas mad isn't some mysterious 'slick', its blood. Delicious, delicious blood; red and wet and slippery, running in rivulets out of their swollen little cunts and smelling like fertility and estrus and meat. God it's no wonder just the slightest whiff will have an Alpha on his knees, desperate to bury his face in the nearest crotch like a dog and take deep, intoxicating breaths of that fabulous period-blood stench.

Asami was no different. He was the same as any other virile, red-blooded, crotch-sniffing Alpha and every time an Omega in heat walked by, his nostrils would twitch with desire.

But he was also a well-respected businessman and CEO and the majority of his staff consisted of young, fertile Omegas and he couldn't be burying his head between the legs of every young woman on her period. No, that wouldn't do at all.

So, he used his Alpha-block religiously. It was invented by yours truly and was a potent menthol-based ointment that blocked out the smell of ripe Omega cunt completely. The only other thing that worked half as well was breaking off two filters from a pair of menthol cigarettes and shoving them up his nostrils. But that was bound to garner a little attention, so Alpha-block it was. The ointment was clear and had only the slightest bit of shine so it could hardly be noticed when spread across one's upper lip.

All the Alphas at Asami's company wore it because unlike most work places, at Sion advertising, Omegas outnumbered Alphas by ten to one. When they went into heat, the smell could be overpowering, especially when their cycles synced up and multiple Omegas menstruated at once.

Most employers preferred to hire Alphas or Betas, only hiring enough Omegas to fill the mandatory employment laws and only then relegating them to the most menial of tasks. Asami was different. Not because he was some equal rights savior, but because well, he was a good businessman and a good businessman does not ignore the talents of an entire segment of the population just because of their gender. A good businessman hires the right person for the job regardless.

He was an advertising executive and what he knew, was that it wasn't the Alphas or the Betas who did the grocery shopping. They weren't the ones pushing shopping buggies about their neighborhood grocers with a stack full of coupons and preconceived ideas about which brands were better than others. No, it was the Omegas that did most of the shopping. Omegas drove the shopping trends for most household products and therefore, it was Omegas who should be driving the advertising as well.

And so, by in large, all of Sion's major ad campaigns were headed by Omegas.

He had Alphas who designed ads for Alpha categories, like BBQ grills, and Rogaine, and sports cars with way too much horsepower to be practical. But he left most things in the practical hands of the Omegas. Not only were they ridiculously talented, well-tuned to the desires of his target audience, but they were so thrilled to have jobs that they hardly ever gave him a bit of trouble, and worked twice as hard as their Alpha and Beta counterparts.

And because of that, he had the best, most well-run advertising company in all of Japan. The results spoke for themselves. Hell, companies practically competed to get contracts with HIM, instead of the other was around.

Yes, there were no downsides of having a predominantly Omegan workforce, really, except for the Alpha-block.

It wore on Asami, day after day, to have essentially lost one of his senses, to be able to smell nothing but the pungent menthol. But even that, he grew numb to after a time. As the years passed, he eventually forgot all about it. He simply... acclimated, as someone born without their sight or hearing does.