Tired Of Living As An Omega

I hear a familiar alarm. As usual, I groped my hand to find the cell phone on the table.

“Why do you always set an alarm that you can’t even hear?”

That’s why I always turn it off.

I grumbled and opened my sleepy eyes and glared at the cell phone screen. 7 a.m. It’s the weekend. I don’t know why she’s setting it up at this time when she was not even going to work. I would be dead if I were her. 

‘Let’s hurry up and turn it off.’

I was about to turn it off, sleep more, and press the alarm stop button.

“……?”

Were my eyes wrong?

Instead of the always-visible alarm phrase, ‘Wake up!’ I saw something different.

[Take heat suppressants]

“Take…heat…suppressants…?”

What is it? Is it the name of your new medication? I’ve never heard of it.

I just woke up, and my hair was hazy. I’ve heard that word somewhere……. I couldn’t remember well, so I let out a long sigh.

“Ah.”

I remembered.

This was one of the terms of the BL novel that my sister was enthusiastically fond of. I remembered that in the Omegaverse, a worldview featuring alpha, beta, and omega, the sex of an omega reaching its peak like an animal, was called Hitsa, or hit cycle.

The reason I remember this is because my sister was a so-called Guataku, or Ota-ku, and she was eager to sell her novels to me, who is a muggle.

‘…but why is this coming out of here?’

Did my sister get too immersed in the novel? I snapped my tongue and turned off the alarm, declaring that her hobby was nasty.

“Noona! Wake up! Did you set the alarm…weirdly?”

Oops.

Am I dreaming?’

The scenery in front of me was strange. Even if I rubbed my eyes and pulled my cheeks to both sides, nothing changed.

“No matter how much I look at it…… It’s not my house.”

The neat room plastered with monotone interiors in white, grey, and black was never my room as I knew it. My house was an old family home covered in terrible cherry moulding.

It was also a multi-child family with seven children because the couple who ran the orchard was happy. Among them, I was the youngest at the bottom.

There are many children, but all the rooms are small, so I’ve never had my own room as an adult. I shared a room with my brother, who is always the sixth, a year older than me.

So it was so shocking that I was alone in this neat and simple interior room. There’s only one bed in the room. That’s a king-sized bed. Is this a dream, or was I kidnapped?

Hoping it wasn’t the last time, I got out of my bed, which was incredibly soft.

“…Excuse me, is anyone there……?”

It was quiet. When I came out of the room, it looked like an apartment with three rooms, but since there were no people, it seemed like they were out or that no one was living in it at all.

“Is there really no one?”

I looked around the other two rooms just in case, but no one was living in there. The other two rooms were either study or guest rooms, as there was no trace of a person sleeping.

‘That means they’re using a big apartment like this alone.’

The person who brought me here seemed quite rich in circumstances. The spacious room level and the view of the Han River from the window proved it. I have no idea what you’re up to bringing me here.

‘The hit cycle alarm. That’s the owner of this house, right?’

Why would I set an alarm on a weekend morning that is more precious than gold unless I’m crazy? I would sleep more.

I picked up a mobile phone that appears to belong to the landlord (probably the kidnapper). As soon as I tried to call the emergency number, the locked screen was recognized and released.

“What’s this?”

Why is my face recognized?

I’ve had to realize since then that something is going wrong. No, it wouldn’t have changed if I’d noticed it.

Although he thought it strange, his hand steadily pressed the phone number icon. I could see the name of the cell phone owner and the

registered profile picture on the top row.

Seong Chan-young.

And a beautiful face, like most idols, was revealed. It was a beauty that could be regarded as the visual center of a boy group.

‘Is he a celebrity? I think he’s at least a shopping mall fitting model……?’

But why am I here, and the person involved is nowhere.

Even this handsome man named Seong Chan-young had no contact with me. I don’t know anything.… huh?

‘Wait a minute.’

I felt a very awkward familiarity again. Seong Chan-young, and Hit Cycle Alert. Damn my brain knew a novel where these two words came out at the same time.

“No? No way.”

……saying this, my legs headed toward the large wall mirror I had seen earlier.

“Crazy!!!”

I stopped screaming when I looked in the mirror. It was because, instead of my face that I always saw, there was Seong Chan-young’s good face that I saw on my phone as my profile picture earlier.

I hate to admit it, but I must have transmigrated.

Into the BL novel <Unwanted Reversal> where various

Gongs