The class seemed crowded as usual; as if the teacher had not come to teach this afternoon yet. Some people were chatting, some were joking, and some were struggling with books. Because Jean missed many lessons; thanks to his absence, he fell into the category of people who struggle with books. Even though Ken had been very annoying some time ago, the young man from the easternmost part of the city had always been kind to him, lending him his notebook and not minding telling him the answer to the exam Jean had passed. Maybe Ken was too kind to tell Jean the answer to the exam. Or perhaps it was Ken's apology for making his friend angry enough to run away during their class breaks.
Jean stopped and interrupted his copying activity. Suddenly, he felt unwell. The temperature around him felt too humid and hot, and distortion appeared in his gaze, making his head start to feel like a headache because he saw the distortion around him. Ken became aware of Jean, who didn't seem to be doing well. His friend seemed to have trouble with his irregular breathing. And when Jean suddenly stood up with a bang, Ken gasped.
"Hey, where are you going? The teacher will come soon." Ken said while holding Jean's wrist when the owner was about to leave.
When Jean turned to his tablemate, sweat began to decorate his forehead, and Ken frowned, confused because their class had air conditioning, so how could Jean sweat like it was too hot when the temperature in the room didn't make any sweat? "Are you okay, Jean?" Ken asked, starting to worry about his friend.
Jean drew a weak smile. "I-I'm good—ahh!" The pounding sensation Jean felt in his lower abdomen so that he reflexively stomped and sat on the floor while holding his lower abdomen. He found his friend suddenly sitting on the floor, which made Ken panic enough. The whole class was instantly silent, with all eyes on Jean.
This was probably the second time in his life that he felt his stomach feel strange; it felt strange enough that it brought a feeling of déjà vu, and therefore, Jean's pupils dilated. The feeling that Jean was feeling right now was like when he touched himself, and this was strange because he didn't do anything to himself, but he felt so passionate, so passionate that something between his legs reacted. This was strange, really strange, and Jean panicked; he realized this might be his first ovulation cycle if it was true that he had a uterus hidden in his male body.
Jean grabbed Ken's arm before staring at the owner, tears adorning his sweet beads. Jean wants to say that he should go and see Lucas, but his lips are hazy, and he only groans softly at Ken, who is confused and panicked; he seems to have to go see Lucas real quick. Jean himself did not understand why he had to see Lucas but his feelings seemed to direct him, to the young man for no apparent reason. His memories only revolved around how the scent emanating from the firm body was so soothing and brought a surge of pleasure, that he wanted to inhale it again. Jean pulled Ken's hand to help him to his feet, his body shaking and shaking as he stepped on his feet.
"I-I ha-have to go, Ken... tell him, I... ask for permission." Jean's voice sounded like someone drunk, his legs weren't standing upright, and he hid something between his legs and tried to step with his condition.
Unfortunately, Jean staggered a few moments later because his body became very sensitive and weak; the slightest touch would feel like a tickling static electric shock. But Jean didn't stop; he continued to try to leave with Ken, who always accompanied him to the classroom door. "No, I'll accompany you to the infirmary room," Ken said as Jean let go of the grip on his arm.
"I-I'm good, Ken; I just need to see Lucas; go back to your chair—Ahh!" Jean's sentence was interrupted when he staggered again from trying to leave without Ken, and thankfully, someone managed to catch him, but at the same time, the electric shock made Jean gasp and groan.
"Are you okay?" asked a man who had just held his back from falling to the floor. An adult, tall, and stocky man, the man was the teacher who would teach the next subject.
The skin rubbing against each other due to touching each other impacted Jean the most. "I, I'm fine..." He replied softly, and then he tried to get up from the embrace of his teacher.
Ken immediately helped Jean stand by his feet, apologized to their teacher, then took him back in and sat down in their chairs because the language teacher seemed to be blocking the way out and stared at them as if ordering them to return. Jean's beads caught his classmates staring at him, strangely worried; he hid his blushing face in the folds of his hands on the table, his breath still holding as if the oxygen he had absorbed for his respiratory system was insufficient.
"Ngh..." Jean's frustration because these feelings did not subside at all and instead tormented him even more. He caught an interesting scent; he got up from his position and found his teacher approaching him; it turned out that the interesting scent came from the teacher.
Jean gasped when teacher Smith touched his face and stroked softly until the collar around his neck; the sensation when his skin came into contact with his teacher made Jean hold his breath for a moment. Restrained screams and wide eyes, all the students were surprised when their teacher bowed; for a moment, they thought their teacher was kissing their friend, but it turned out that teacher Smith was just cornering and sniffing at Jean's neck.
The situation becomes tense and uncomfortable when Jean begins to make strange noises, and Teacher Smith begins to do more. Ken, as Jean's friend, was panicking. Instead, he stood up and tried to push their teacher away from his friend because he remembered how Jean's morning was a bit chaotic because his new status was revealed. "I'm sorry sir, but my friend is—" Ken's sentence was interrupted because the teacher pushed his body and pulled Jean as if Jean belonged to him, looking very possessive and his gaze was too sharp, just like a wild animal.
Ken retreated from his position, he immediately ran away from the classroom and Jean was in the possessive arms of teacher Smith. This was serious, this is truly disaster! Ken muttered as he ran for help.
Because his skin is very sensitive to touch, the sound that Jean makes is quite uncontrollable even though he tries to hold it back several times. The culmination was when Teacher Smith touched his collared neck, that area became one of the sensitive areas of his body, so his legs could no longer be his support, and he fell to the floor with Teacher Smith still holding him. "Ah, your scent is so interesting," said teacher Smith, and the adult man sniffed Jean's neck before he was about to bite into the neck that emitted a fragrant smell that was nothing but a pheromone.
Actually, the pheromones in the Omega body don't have a smell, it's just that they will smelled a variety of things depending on who smells them because everyone has a favorite scent, and the aroma of Omega pheromones will resemble that scent so that it attracts the recipient.
Jean managed to block his teacher's fangs with his hands so that the two protruding fangs hit the back of his hand. "Ahh no! I want to meet Lucas!" he screamed later.
Jean refused, his sense of smell did not recognize the smell of pheromones he smelled, it was not Lucas's even if it swept him away for a moment. Jean gasped when the owner of the pheromone he didn't know made him lie on his back on the floor. He forced his beads, which were blurred by tears, to look at his face that seemed to be covered in lust.
Jean could hear the restrained screams from her classmates who were still there, and the tears welled up in his eyes because he realized that all his friends thought that he was so pathetic about being embraced by an adult man who was none other than their teacher.
"I heard this morning he is an Omega"
"That's right, Omegas will lure anyone around them when they're in heat*"
Jean wanted to stop this, he didn't want this at all, the whispers from others he could hear clearly. But his body was against his mind, his body responded well to the touches that made him feel like he was losing his mind. Something seemed to hit his head, the picture of how that beautiful face with the eyesight like an alluring eagle also emitted that firmness staring at him disappointedly and angrily, he cried and began to moan apart from those touches, he didn't want Lucas to be disappointed and angry with him. Lucas says that he is his, he is his Omega, how can he be touched by anyone other than someone who has him? And how could he be so dependent on Lucas? It comes up instinctively. "Ngh... Lucas!" his lips which could only moan now managed to shout out the young man's name, his weak hands trying to hold back his teacher who kept touching him.
Since Lucas was the first Alpha to instill a suggestion in the unstable soul of Omega Jean to submit to him and therefore Omega Jean's soul subconsciously accepted it, it was no wonder that Jean was so frightened when someone touched him, Omega Jean had previously submitted to Alpha Lucas.
But the suggestion turned out to be not strong enough, Jean began to give up his body slowly because the needs of his body dominated him even more. Just as Jean was about to surrender his body, a loud bang on the door followed by someone's shouts successfully diverted them.
"Fuck, get away from him, he is mine!"