Damn! Damn! Chapter 19

What good does it do to spread my legs? I’m a man and a Beta on top of that. There won’t be a day I spread my legs for you before I die.

However, he couldn’t utter the thoughts he harbored down to the last syllable. It was because even though it was true that he was a Beta, Yvonne Rasch was a woman.

Even if he had actually been a Beta female, pregnancy itself was possible, but current social conventions dictated that different traits match with different traits, and ordinary people with ordinary people.

Even considering various factors such as social standing, a deeply rooted family lineage, bloodlines, and offspring, Michael could view being with a Beta woman as a disadvantage.

Moreover, because Michael Bernhard wasn’t “just” an Alpha, but a “Royal” Alpha, it was all the more so.

“I am a Beta.”

“…”

“I’m not an Omega, sir.”

At the words Achim uttered bluntly, Michael hardened his smiling lips as if he had never done so.

“You have a fucking stereotype.”

Instantly, a fine crack formed between Achim’s brows. Why is this bastard throwing a fit even when I treat him with respect?

An Alpha with an Omega, and an Omega with an Alpha. He had merely said those words because it was natural to bind together different traits that possessed superior genes. Furthermore, for someone who was a Royal Alpha—one of only seventeen currently existing in the entire world—he was twisting and listening to his words that much?

“I think you misunderstood something, sir.”

Thinking he should clear this up, Achim met his eyes and continued speaking.

“An Alpha, with an Omega who possesses the same superior genes…”

It was at that moment. Michael seemed to let out a scoff, then threw his head back and laughed out loud. It was an unexpected situation.

When the startled Achim stared at him with wide eyes, he even shook his shoulders as he laughed before asking.

“What exactly is superior?”

“…”

“An Omega?”

Michael even went as far as to wipe away the tears that had gathered around his eyes from laughing with his fingers.

“Those vulgar things are superior?”

Michael’s face was smiling, but his mood seemed twisted somehow. Looking at him, the words Linus had spoken simultaneously crossed his mind.

— About Michael Bernhard. They say he hates Omegas.

It was a story he had forgotten for a moment. He had assumed it was merely an absurd rumor. At the unusual reaction, Achim simply stared at him intently without a word.

“They’re nothing but broodmares.”

Having barely ceased his laughter, he continued speaking.

“Trash that doesn’t know its place, trying to parasitize an Alpha to get their hands on genes.”

“…”

“Slutty breeds.”

However, unlike the harsh expressions, Michael wore an expression as if he had heard an amusing story for the first time in a while. Strangely, that paradoxical appearance brought about a peculiar catharsis. Thanks to that, Achim was momentarily spellbound and couldn’t find the appropriate words to return.

“Don’t associate me with Omegas.”

It was a statement mixed with a nuance of coercion, a command, and surprisingly, a request.

As Achim simply looked on, he continued speaking once more.

“Hmm, if an Omega who carries my child ever comes to exist,”

The beautiful and elegant lips parted without hesitation.

“I will rip that belly wide open.”

Michael, who spoke in such a manner, was wearing the most joyful expression he had seen yet. If one only looked at his outer skin, he resembled the Virgin Mary talking about the holiness of conception.

However, to the Virgin Mary possessing the tongue of Satan, Achim ultimately returned no response.

Afterward, when he stepped out of the office again, Wolfgang was standing there. Wolfgang made a light, polite gesture and began to walk ahead.

Achim followed behind him down the long hallway, recalling his conversation with Michael.

— Why did you call for me, sir?

It was before he had stepped out of the office. When Achim brought up the main topic belatedly, Michael let out an “Ah.”

— It turns out your country of birth is South Korea.

— …

— A matter has come up where I need to send documents to that country, and I require a translation.

The moment he heard Michael’s words, a drop of sweat trickled down his spine. Achim secretly swallowed hard.

— I would like you to help me out a bit.

Michael narrowed the corners of his eyes at the end of his words.

Achim desperately calmed his racing heart and hurriedly fumbled through the background of Yvonne Rasch, which Linus had personally created, in his head. Then, after quickly organizing his words into sentences, he spat them out.

— It’s because I immigrated when I was three years old, sir.

— …

— My mother was Korean, but she passed away before we immigrated…

Yvonne Rasch. The only daughter of a Korean mother and a German-American father. Born and raised in Korea, after her mother passed away from a chronic illness at the age of three, she immigrated to Germany following her father, and her father passed away in an accident two years ago from now. A high school graduate, she worked in a work-from-home office job before getting hired at the mansion.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Achim swept through Yvonne’s entire life once more in his head, putting on a troubled expression as he spoke.

— I don’t think I can be of any help, sir. I’m sorry.

Of course, those were words that weren’t in his heart in the slightest. With that much money, he could just hire a translator. What was he trying to do, save that money to swell his wealth even more by trying to milk one of the servants!

At any rate, the saying that a guy who possesses ninety-nine things tries to snatch even the one thing possessed by a guy who has one didn’t come about for no reason.

— Is that so?

Michael asked back in a gentle voice. Standing in front of the desk while scanning the documents held in his hand, he turned back to Achim. The eyes that were finely narrowed at the ends seemed to be trying to gauge the truth.

At that, Achim didn’t avoid his gaze, meeting it straight on.

Michael looked at him blankly before setting the documents back down on the desk and walking closer.

— Hmm…

Ugh, fuck. Achim cursed internally while wearing a regretful face on the outside.

Michael narrowed the gap even further. As Achim stood still like a loyal subject waiting for his words, he tilted his head slightly and spoke.

— That’s quite a shame then.

— …

— Isn’t it? Michael asked. What on earth was his intention behind persistently asking back? Achim stared blankly at that handsome face before replying shortly.

— Yes.

Exactly. Achim barely managed to hold back what he had almost added. Honestly, he had a mind to be a bit sarcastic, but for the sake of the future, he had to overcome a brief impulse. Achim fiercely praised himself for exercising restraint at a crucial moment.

It was just when Achim was feeling proud all by himself. Suddenly, his face lunged forward, and Achim, who didn’t even have room to step back, opened his eyes wide.

Michael murmured while keeping his face so close to Achim’s that the tips of their noses almost touched.

— These eyes…

The irises harboring a mysterious color looked back and forth between his achromatic pupils.

— They remind me of a certain fellow.

— …

On the face of Michael spitting out the words, a peculiar sense of excitement was rising. Achim, who discovered his own flustered face reflected in his pupils, unconsciously exhaled the breath he had been holding.

Subsequently, as he inhaled again, Michael’s body odor mixed with the scent of perfume wafted sharply into his nose.

This bastard even smells good! After a brief thought, Achim pulled his head back slightly and took a step away.

— Though I do happen to look a bit common…

— …

— They say that in the eyes of Westerners, Eastern faces originally all look quite similar. It’s probably because of that, sir.

Achim lined up a plausible statement. It wasn’t a wrong statement. Whether it was through media outlets or street billboards, it was more likely that he had seen the fellow rather than the fellow having seen him, who lived in an underground burrow.

Michael thrust his hands into his pants pockets and raised his lowered upper body. Naturally, Achim’s gaze went up as well.

Keeping his eyes fixed on the unwavering black pupils, Michael tilted his head slightly to the side.

— Hmm, right…

— …

— Is that why it’s more difficult to find him?

Michael nodded his head quite seriously as if he had finally realized it.

Find him? When Achim narrowed his eyes slightly as if asking, Michael beautifully curved his eyes that looked as if they were drawn with a brush.

— Because I’m looking for someone.

At those words, Achim immediately offered his condolences. Because the counterpart was who he was, he felt that for some reason it wouldn’t be for a good purpose. Whoever it was, it couldn’t be anything less than a truly unfortunate matter.

Though it wasn’t his business, he hoped they would be safe. Achim sincerely prayed for them.

— Aren’t you curious?

— About what, sir?

When Achim asked back at the question thrown out of the blue, Michael lengthily curved the corners of his eyes.

— About why I’m looking for the fellow.

At that, Achim nodded his head without a shred of hesitation.

— Yes.

I’m not curious. Achim added the words internally.