That day, that time, that very moment...
It was absurd for my rut to hit like that.
At first, I just thought I was under the weather. I didn't want to believe that my rut—something I'd always considered a defect—had actually triggered. The moment my rational judgment was tossed aside, my body moved instinctively toward an impossibly sweet scent.
Without even realizing it was some Omega bitch's pheromones.
After that... I don't even remember clearly. I lost all sense of dignity, acting like a beast, losing track of time. Fuck.
When I finally came to my senses, there was this tiny slip of a girl collapsed in my arms. It was ridiculous; only then did the reality of the situation sink in.
But for some reason, I didn't want to leave her there. I told myself it was because I didn't want anyone to see, or because getting reported would be a hassle. Probably. I'll take her home, wait for her to wake up, and give her settlement money—that's how I planned to end it.
Except the problem was that her pheromones kept bothering me the whole way there, and I couldn't stop glancing at her face.
Fuck, I think I'm screwed.
"Marry me."
I really was screwed. Fuck, what am I even saying? Looking at the Omega who had just woken up, these bizarre words just poured out of me.
"What if you're carrying my kid? You want to raise a bastard? I can't have that. And it'll hurt my reputation. You might go around talking nonsense."
I was just going to give her money and be done with it.
"If you refuse, you're dead."
And so, we got married. No ceremony, just the paperwork. Then I just locked her up at home. No going out. Did I fall in love at first sight?
...No, this is just management. Definitely.
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