Perfect Omega Chapter 10.1 - Epilogue. Nick Is Serious Right Now

—Boss, AERO says they have a new product to show you.

“What is it?”

—A reconnaissance drone. Last time, you said you were interested and to bring the new model when it came out.

Nick remembered.

“Tell them to come next week.”

—Yes, boss.

“Aiden, I will take you with me next week.”

Rose Mansion was spacious enough, but it was too small for the kids to run around freely and train. At Nick’s words, John, listening from the other side of the video call, let out a more excited shout than Aiden.

“When we go down this time, I will teach you about throwing techniques.”

“Yes, Father.”

The child beamed at the welcome news. Owen and Nick’s first son looked aloof when his face was expressionless, but the moment he smiled even slightly, spring seemed to bloom across his face.

—They have some really rare boomerangs here. We cannot touch them, but beg Father to let you throw one.

“Stop butting in and work.”

—I finished all my work, boss. Nothing to do now. Cooper and Hugh are up here too.

Since security solution work was project-based, there was no need to come to the office unless involved in a specific project. But showing up anyway suggested they were bored. Or perhaps they came to work out and stopped by the office.

—Aiden, if you study the theory beforehand, you can grab a throwing stick as soon as you get here, right?

John, bored and seeking play, tossed out the bait.

“Father, can I talk with my uncles a bit more?”

Still an innocent child, Aiden fell for it and plopped onto the table.

“Not combat ones yet. Just teach him hunting throws.”

—Oh, boss, you still have not gotten Chairman Rose’s permission.

Cooper’s voice came through.

—That is not easy.

Hugh’s voice followed.

Nick had not intended to teach his son how to handle weapons from the start. At least, he planned to wait until Aiden was a bit older. Initially, he wanted to talk philosophically about learning to control strength.

John, starting with the history of boomerangs while engaging Aiden, looked utterly blissful, as if he had forgotten everything else.

But Nick still had not overcome that day when John showed him the video.

‘Boss, uh, as you instructed, I am reviewing the videos, sorting what to back up and what to permanently delete.’

Deleting everything would be the cleanest, but no one could guarantee that Victor’s mindset today would hold ten years from now. For today’s Victor, the urgent circumstances right before a bathroom break still lingered, but how long that memory would last, even he could not know. Thus, keeping a final safety measure was wise, and since Nick needed to know what information he held, he had told John to review the materials.

‘I do not think showing this is a great idea. But hiding it feels wrong too…’

When John, uncharacteristically, began to hedge, Nick knew bad news was coming. The moment he touched the monitor John turned toward him, a bad feeling surged, raising goosebumps.

When Nick took the monitor, John left the room entirely. That was rare. For him to leave the side of his computer, which he claimed held all sorts of valuable information, was unusual.

Nick sat at John’s desk with a hardened expression. On the monitor, a folder containing just one video was open for easy access.

It took less than a few seconds to grasp what the video was.

A figure stood hunched, hands forward. If it was a bathroom, it would be someone relieving themselves; since it was not, the rest was obvious. Locke was standing, masturbating.

The gown hanging down to his ankles spared Nick from seeing unnecessary details, which was the only small mercy.

‘…?’

At first, Nick thought it was impressive to do it without any “side dish.” Then, the next moment, he realized Locke was not staring at the scenery outside the window but at the window itself.

‘…!!’

Though obscured by the awkward posture, the face of the person reflected in the window was clearly recognizable.

That bastard!

The video was silent, but from that moment, Nick’s ears seemed to hear panting. He could not smash the monitor until he confirmed the end.

Hoping against hope, he waited for the end. Though objectively brief, the sleazy few hand movements felt like torture, subjectively endless. After them, the hunched back trembled.

Nick hit pause and zoomed in.

That bastard.

It was unmistakable—what had splattered on the spot where Owen’s cheek was reflected!

That bastard, I will kill him.

To avoid destroying the computer holding the company’s critical assets, Nick clenched his fists tightly.

The computer’s owner returned much later. Even then, he lingered a few steps back, cautiously gauging Nick’s reaction.

‘Is there more?’

‘A few…’

‘How many?’

‘A few… dozen.’

When Nick turned to confirm, John corrected the number.

‘It is not more than that. They are all similar.’

It seemed to mean Locke had not done anything further, but that was no comfort at all.

‘Delete them. Permanently.’

‘Okay. Got it. I will do it now.’

Perhaps because Nick’s reaction was calmer than expected, John visibly relaxed and sat at his desk. They never spoke of it again.

Nick tried to forget it too.

But without warning, sometimes the image of that hunched figure in a gown, those flamboyant hand movements, would flash into his mind.

I killed him too easily.

That was the conclusion Nick reached after waking up and ruminating on it for dozens of nights.

‘There was a time I made Father the angriest.’

‘….’

Aiden waited quietly. That was his temperament—calm, like Owen.

‘Caught up in youthful impulsiveness, I let him go too easily. And I have regretted it ever since, Aiden.’

‘….’

‘You must not be ruled by strength. If you get intoxicated by power, you make irreversible mistakes.’

Aiden’s eyes widened at the news that his father, whom he thought could never be wrong, had made such a grave mistake.

‘Father makes mistakes too, Aiden. I am telling you this now because the time will soon come when you must learn to control your pheromones. Before using your strength, think twice, three times. If you are not certain you will not regret it later, never make an irreversible decision. Understand?’

As Nick stroked his son’s head, Aiden nodded to show he understood.

If Nick had kept a cool head, he could have kept his self-made promise to crush every bone in Locke’s body. He could have had the chance to heal and torture him repeatedly, tormenting him endlessly. Letting that perverted psycho go in one go was practically an act of mercy. Mercy was not in Nick Stockton’s DNA, yet he had shown it!

‘Always think deeply, review your plans thoroughly, refine them until you are certain, and only then act. Got it, son?’

‘Yes.’

‘Good.’

And so, Nick began training. It was a bit earlier than originally planned, but he could not delay further.

Especially since Aiden looked exactly like Owen.

Nick could not describe how relieved he was to hear Aiden would manifest as an alpha. He had to teach him how to protect himself. This was a duty Nick imposed on himself as a father.

“Well, should we not ask for permission first?”

While Nick was lost in thought, the theoretical discussion about throwing weapons seemed to have veered off in an odd direction.

—Alphas do not bow their heads.

Nick did not know what conversation led to that statement, but he had no intention of micromanaging. Longing for his omega’s scent, Nick left the study to follow it.

“Father often begs Father, though?”

Aiden’s murmur slipped through the closing door.

ꕥ

“You are beautiful, Owen.”

Even sending heartfelt sincerity from his chest, Owen gave no reply. His slender waist swayed lightly in Nick’s hands. He savored the sensation of moving up and down, digging in. When tired, he pressed his hips close and rocked.

Nick loved this position. He could fully see Owen’s face as he felt pleasure. The one downside was that Owen often closed his eyes, hiding his beautiful blue eyes, but Nick would not ask him to look at him in this situation.

The gently lowered eyelids were a sign of deep sensation. When the sharp bridge of his nose tilted toward the ceiling, it meant Nick had just hit a sensitive spot. And when he made a sound, it was unmistakable.

Hot breath escaped between lips parted like petals. When it became unbearable, Nick sometimes leaned in to bite those lips, but he tried to maintain the role of an observer. Even the sweat droplets clinging to the ends of Owen’s jet-black hair were impossibly beautiful.

“Hah….”

Owen’s chin lifted slightly. The spot Nick had just hit was where Owen was most sensitive today.

Nick’s eyes sparkled. His hands, which had been caressing Owen’s slender waist, gripped harder. Holding Owen’s waist, Nick thrust down to keep him from escaping that spot.

“Hn… ngh, Nick!”

Still, Owen’s eyes remained closed. His hand rested over Nick’s. It was a signal to slow down because the sensation was too intense. Nick wanted to see Owen unravel like this, but he had to do as his Owen asked.

Sometimes, he ignored that signal. On days when Owen’s jawline was especially dizzying or his voice was particularly husky, whatever flipped Nick’s switch, he would lift Owen and thrust relentlessly, making him unravel on his lap. Owen, caught in Nick’s grip, could neither fall back nor forward, only scream. That sight was so captivating that even if Nick lived past two hundred, recalling that moment would ensure he had no trouble getting aroused.

But today, Owen was too lovely. His body glistened with fragrant liquid pouring from every pore, and he looked too noble to be made to scream as if tortured in Nick’s hands.

“Haa….”

His flushed cheeks were boyish. His black hair, wet with sweat, shimmered every time he tilted his head back.

Nick’s voyeuristic gaze traveled from Owen’s trembling eyelashes, lips, and delicate neck down to his toned abdomen. And to the small movements pressed tightly against it.

Nick’s hand found Owen’s and held it. He placed it gently on Owen’s erection and withdrew his own hand.

Only then did Owen open his eyes. His beautiful blue eyes looked down at Nick.

“Just show me once.”

Nick lightly brushed the back of his hand over Owen’s erection. Owen’s hand was limp, simply resting where Nick had placed it.

“Please.”

Even so, Owen’s erection twitched slightly with each gentle rub of Nick’s hand, responding.

As if it were happening to someone else, Owen quietly watched Nick’s pleading touch. Nick could feel it hardening under his hand, yet Owen’s expression, despite his heaving chest, was so calm it bordered on cold. That provocativeness excited Nick even more. The erection inside Owen twitched.

“Ah…!”

Savoring the movement of the erection he was holding back, Owen tilted his chin slightly.

Marveling at the dizzying sight, Nick did not forget to tap Owen’s hand. The tilted jaw slowly lowered, and Owen looked at Nick. Those mystical blue eyes, hiding all emotion, gazed down at him for a while. Then, with a faint smile that seemed to make a sound, Owen properly grasped his erection with his beautiful hand. Wrapping it with all five fingers, he began to move slowly.

The slow, languid motion made Nick’s breath quicken instantly. A dense pheromone wafted from Nick. Owen instinctively responded with his own fragrant scent.

“Hah… Nick. Do not move. Stay still.”

Unconsciously, Nick’s hands must have gripped and rocked Owen’s waist.

Owen stopped him, saying not to thrust from behind while he was touching himself in front. Nick summoned his remaining rationality and only clutched Owen’s hips.

Now Owen began to masturbate in earnest.

“Hah… ah!”

He tilted his head back. His hair fell over his face with the vigorous arm movements. Owen’s scent grew thicker. His insides, already aroused, began to clench around Nick’s erection, but Nick endured, keeping it still as if offering a sacrifice.

Watching that lascivious face was more thrilling now. The almost frivolous hand movements, so unlike Owen, made it even more exciting.

“Nick… my back….”

Nick’s lips, stiff from clenching his teeth, slowly relaxed. He knew it would not take long, so he could endure the stimulation.

“My back….”

“I cannot hear you. Owen, what?”

Nick’s voice was laced with amusement, but Owen would not notice now.

“Thrust…! Hngh!”

At the sudden stimulation, Owen stopped his hand. He grabbed Nick’s shoulders, trying to pull him close.

“You cannot let go, Owen.”

Owen was someone who always kept promises. Though he clung to Nick, unable to bear the stimulation, at Nick’s words, he fumbled down with his eyes tightly shut and grasped his erection again. So lovely, Nick gently brushed Owen’s wet hair aside, admiring his face. The speed of his strokes was slower than before, but now the stimulation driving Owen to climax came from the walls inside, not the front.

“Ahh! Hngh!!”

Hot liquid began to pour between Owen’s hips. Nick held Owen’s waist and thrust down until the slick sounds turned sticky.

Owen’s trembling walls signaled his climax was near. Nick’s was too. He gripped Owen’s pelvis and lifted it upward.

“Ah… no….”

“No?”

Before hearing the answer, Nick thrust downward.

“Hngh!”

“Shall I stop?”

Without lifting again, Nick stayed in place, rapidly grinding. He rolled inside at a speed incomparable to Owen’s self-pleasure, targeting the deep sensitive spot.

“No…! No!”

Owen shook his head vigorously, signaling not to stop. Nick gripped Owen’s pelvis again, lifting as if to pull out, then slammed back down. Pressing the quivering deep spot, he gave subtle vibrations, trembling.

“Ah… no… ngh!!”

With one more long pull and thrust, Owen climaxed. Hot liquid splashed and flowed over their stomachs.

“…!!”

Nick climaxed inside Owen almost simultaneously. Even as his vision whitened, Nick did not stop rubbing his tip against Owen’s walls. Owen clung to Nick’s shoulders, pleading for him to stop. Seeing tears fall from his eyes, Nick quickly chased them, licking them away.

He licked the tears and traced Owen’s face with his lips, nibbling his earlobe. Owen’s insides continued to spasm. Nick could prolong the climax, but since Owen begged him to stop, he left his lower body still and moved only his lips. He showered kisses around Owen’s eyes until those mystical blue eyes appeared again.

“You were beautiful, Owen. Truly… so lovely I could hardly breathe.”

Between panting breaths, he did not forget to offer heartfelt praise.

“Nick…?”

Calling his name first, Owen slowly turned his head and let out a cute chuckle.

“When you do that, you really seem like an animal.”

While Owen dozed, Nick had been quietly licking between Owen’s fingers. Until he got caught.

One reason Nick loved this position, with Owen atop his lap, was this.

Omega semen differed from alpha semen. Crudely put, since omega semen lacked “seed,” it was far less viscous. So thin it was almost like water, some scholars argued it should be considered mere bodily fluid. Perhaps because of this, omegas produced more than alphas.

And crucially, though Nick had never tasted any alpha’s semen, including his own, Owen’s was delicious. It seemed to quench thirst and had a pleasant fragrance.

“I tried not to make smacking sounds.”

At that, Owen laughed harder. Did not four-legged beasts make such noises when drinking water? Slurp, slurp, slurp.

“Nick, you seem to have a bit of a rivalry with animals.”

“….”

Win or lose, it was a losing game. Whatever he said would be the same. Nick chose the virtue of silence.

“Nick, I have a question.”

Since he was caught, Nick was about to lick the semen that had flowed from Owen’s palm to his wrist, but Owen spoke. Nick easily gave up and returned Owen’s hand to its place.

“What is it, Owen?”

“Have you given up on the dream of three kids?”

…!

A brief stiffness hit, but Nick quickly shook it off and turned to meet Owen’s gaze.

“Four.”

First, he corrected the wrong number.

“And no way.”

Next, he declared with unmistakable firmness that he had not given up.

Owen had not found the pregnancy process particularly difficult and had said he liked kids. There was no reason for Nick to abandon his ambition to fill this house with children.

“I thought so. I like the idea of more kids too, Nick. But you know we are getting older, right?”

“….”

Nick knew. With their first child, Owen had no uncomfortable symptoms during pregnancy and gave birth comfortably. The doctor even used the strange term “pregnancy constitution,” rejoicing on their behalf. But as Owen just said, aging could bring risks that were not there before.

“Nick.”

When there was no response, Owen called Nick again.

“I am listening.”

“Why are you hesitating?”

“I am not hesitating. I am waiting.”

Owen, who had been lying languidly, stirred. Perhaps wanting to see Nick’s face properly, he propped himself up slightly with trembling arms, lifting his upper body just a bit. Looking at Nick’s face with pure curiosity, he asked.

“Waiting for what?”

“….”

It was a question Nick had expected would come up eventually. He had wanted to find the answer first, but since a marriage was a relationship of sharing, Nick decided to calmly lay out the issue he was facing.

“Owen, our next child absolutely must take after me, but I have not found the way yet. As soon as I do, we will have our third—”

Pfft! Chuckle, chuckle, chuckle.

The burst of laughter cut off his words. With the sound of laughter, Owen’s slightly raised upper body collapsed back onto the bed. Colliding face-first with the mattress, he shook with full-blown laughter.

“….”

Owen was laughing, but Nick was serious.

When he heard their first child would be a son, Nick had no doubt, even before the birth, that the child would resemble him. He had no evidence, but he was certain.

But Aiden, even as a newborn, was already a spitting image of Owen. As he grew, it became even more pronounced. Both of Owen and Nick’s sons were exact replicas of Owen.

“When you are pregnant, they say if you think a lot about your husband, the child will resemble him. Did you not think about me enough?”

His anxiety came out as a complaint.

“That is the first I have heard of such superstitions, Nick.”

Owen had laughed then too, taking it playfully. When the worried expression did not leave Nick’s face, he added one more comment.

“At least when it comes to the genes controlling appearance, it seems I am the dominant one.”

“…!”

It would have been better not to hear that, but seeing their first and second children lent credibility to his words.

What Nick wanted was a child who resembled him. It was not some fatherly fantasy of wanting to see “his mini-me.”

When he confided this to seek a solution, his colleagues, whom he considered like brothers, spared no criticism.

“Boss! Look in the mirror! Have some conscience!”

There was nothing wrong with Nick’s conscience. When he raised a hand to his chest to prove it, Cooper heatedly added another jab.

“If you have a daughter who looks like you, what about her life? If she looks like you… what do they call that?”

Perhaps his vocabulary ran dry in his excitement, as Cooper sought help from those around him. John eagerly tapped away at his keyboard to find the right phrase and then exclaimed.

“Found it. General material!”

“Yeah, that! Boss, what are you going to do with a daughter who’s general material?”

The colleagues who had built the company with Nick through life-and-death situations were good people, but sadly, their minds were rotten. What was wrong with a daughter who was like a general?!

Both the first and second children, alpha brothers, were exact replicas of Owen in appearance. Statistically, the next was likely to be a daughter. Or perhaps an omega. The worst-case scenario was an omega daughter who looked like Owen—that was horrifying just to imagine.

Even now, Nick could not rest easy when leaving Owen for far-off places. And to have another such person in the house?

A mini Owen!!

Nick would not be able to go anywhere.

Chuckle, chuckle, chuckle…

Owen was still laughing, his face buried.

“Alright, Nick. When you are ready.”

He barely managed to say that before laughing again.

Nick let out a sigh as quietly as possible.

“As long as you are happy, that is enough. I will find a way.”

At that, Owen’s back shook again. Amidst it, one arm reached out and rested on Nick’s chest. Nick, deeply grateful, took the hand Owen offered.