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An omega has taken on an alpha as a kept partner.

An old, unattractive, and overweight omega is supporting a tall, young, and handsome alpha.

An old, unattractive, overweight, yet wealthy omega is supporting a tall, young, handsome, yet poor alpha.

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The omega knew that the handsome alpha didn’t feel much affection for him.

After all, although he was an omega, he was honestly too unattractive. His skin was bad, he liked drinking coffee, and he even held his cup with his pinky sticking out.

But at least he had money. He had a lot of money.

His parents had left him a large inheritance, and his ex-husband had given him substantial alimony. Even the interest alone from that money in the bank would be enough for an average person to live comfortably for a lifetime. He lived frugally, and to him, money was just useless paper, better spent on a young, handsome alpha.

“To be honest, your temper is decent,” his tall and handsome ex-husband once coldly told him. “But your face… or rather, your whole appearance, is really disgusting. I’ll double the money and return it to you, just stay away from me.”

His ex-husband had only married him for his money.

The omega knew it well. No matter how repulsive or unattractive he was, his money always looked good.

Just like now, money gave him the courage to help this young, handsome alpha through his difficulties.

The alpha’s mother was seriously ill, and the college tuition fees were also a heavy burden. Although he despised the old, fat, and ugly omega in front of him, he still had to grit his teeth and agree to the request he had made.

— To be kept by him and sleep with him

The alpha sat on the sofa, flipping through his textbook in the omega’s home. He could feel the omega’s gaze crawling over him, sticky and suffocating, as if it were a disgusting slime trailing over his skin. It clung to him, unwelcome and repulsive, making his stomach churn. Unable to bear it any longer, he slammed the book shut with a loud thud, tossing it aside in disgust.

The omega’s gaze shifted, filled with a trace of humble fear.

“Come here,” the alpha said, his voice strained as he unbuckled his belt.

The omega became even more flustered, lowering his voice, his throat sticky and hoarse, “I didn’t mean it that way…”

“Come over and get me hard with your mouth, then I’ll fuck you,” the alpha turned his head, forcing a smile, one that slightly masked his disgust, “Or you could grab a cucumber from the fridge? That doesn’t need to get hard to be stiff.”

The omega’s face turned deathly pale, even the sheen of oil on his forehead seemed to disappear. He stammered a bit but couldn’t come up with a defense, so he pushed the chair away and staggered over to kneel in front of the alpha.

“Hurry up.” The young alpha gritted his teeth, trying not to look at the man crouched between his legs, because from this angle, it was obvious the omega was starting to go bald. “Let’s get this over with quickly. I have class in the afternoon.”

The sound of the zipper being pulled down was painfully clear. The omega licked the tip of the flaccid organ, creating faint sucking noises.

After all, he was a young alpha full of vigor, supposedly able to climax even if he was fucking pork. Avoiding any thoughts about how ugly the person giving him oral might be, he still managed to get hard. The thick penis was enveloped in the warm, wet mouth, and the alpha quickly became aroused, repeatedly thrusting his hips powerfully into the omega’s mouth without a hint of tenderness, not considering if it might hurt the other person—after all, in the eyes of the young alpha, this old, ugly man was no different than a slab of pork.

The pleasure coursed backwards up his spine, electrifying his brain. He soon forgot about his earlier comment to have the omega lick him hard before fucking him or maybe he never meant it seriously in the first place. He thrust brutally into the sobbing omega’s mouth for over ten minutes before finally coming inside.

The omega collapsed onto the ground, coughing violently, his face drenched, unsure if it was sweat or tears.

“…Ah,” the alpha caught his breath and lazily glanced at him, “I almost forgot, do you still want to take off your clothes, or should we…”

He was about to say maybe next time, when he heard the omega struggle to reply, “No…no need…I wasn’t really planning on…that…”

A forty-something-year-old man, speaking about having sex with the word “that,” was so pretentious that it nearly made the alpha want to vomit. He didn’t even bother to look at the omega, who had collapsed on the carpet, and stepped over him like he was bypassing a pile of trash, holding his belt as he walked away.

3

Sometimes, the omega would wonder to himself: isn’t it just because I’m unattractive and have a poor figure? Why do I have to endure all this disdain and suffering?

But then he would think back to the other omegas he had met. Not one of them was anything less than slender and beautiful. They almost seemed like a different species, more like delicate, graceful beings, like fairies.

With that thought, it wasn’t hard to understand why others looked at him with such surprised eyes.

When he was young, his parents worried endlessly for him. He was always bullied by alphas and betas when he went to school. As a naturally soft-hearted omega, he wasn’t even able to get close to other omegas, who saw him as different. When they hired a tutor, the best they could do was teach him book knowledge, but they couldn’t help him learn how to interact with others normally.

On many nights, he would lie awake, wondering if his life would have been easier if he had been born a regular beta instead of omega, destined to be different.

No one could answer him, and deep down, he knew his life was a one-way street with no turning back.

After his parents passed away, the husband they had arranged for him couldn’t wait to leave him, and one blow after another made him withdraw into himself for many years. It almost destroyed any remaining courage he had to connect with the outside world.

How should one treat someone well?

How can one earn another’s love?

If washing clothes, cooking, and taking care of every little detail aren’t enough, and even throwing large amounts of money doesn’t work, then he really doesn’t know what else he can do.

Fortunately, this alpha still needs money, and luckily, he still has something useful to offer.

He bent down, coughed a few times softly, and with his short, chubby fingers, pulled a few wet wipes from the table to clean the mess in his mouth.

The alpha grabbed his bag and walked quickly to the door, as if even staying a second longer in this clean, well-lit villa would suffocate him. But when he reached the door, the omega heard his footsteps pause for a moment.

This was rare, he thought. He must have something to say to him.

The air hung still for a moment, and the only sound in the living room was the rustling of wiping.

The alpha turned around and walked back toward the omega.

The scent of his pheromones was overpowering and sharp, like a scorching heatwave, enveloping the omega.

“Well…” He hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to phrase his words. “My mother’s… treatment…”

He furrowed his brows, struggling to find the right way to say it.

“Don’t worry!” The omega quickly scrambled to his feet, struggling to rise from the floor. “I… I have a spare neural wallet in my bag. It has money, you can just swipe it.”

His throat still ached, and his voice remained hoarse, but the alpha showed no concern. He watched the omega’s hurried movements, and a dark, violent feeling rose within him. He wanted nothing more than to kick this old, ugly omega to the ground. After all, how could he tolerate the submissive, pitiful look the omega had on?

However, once the money was secured, he remained silent. Omega stood up from the floor and had just turned around when the electronic door of the villa slammed shut with a loud thud from the alpha’s forceful push.

The surroundings fell back into silence. Omega lowered his head quietly and stood still for a moment. He then leaned against the coffee table, slowly bending down to gently toss the crumpled wet wipe into the trash can.

4. 

Saying he didn’t want to change was a lie, really.

The sound of water splashing in the sink filled the room. As omega raised his head, droplets of water falling from his chin into the basin, creating ripples that spread across the surface. He stared carefully at his reflection in the mirror, slowly taking in the face that had been with him since birth.

No matter how many times he looked, he couldn’t escape the truth—he wasn’t just unattractive, he was downright ugly.

His skin was rough and dull, with pores so large on either side of his nose that they were visible to the naked eye. His face was greasy, his eyebrows sparse and dull, and his eyes small. His small frame was one of his few redeeming qualities, but his face was marred by excess flesh, and his body was bloated and shapeless. When he walked, he looked like an unsteady barrel—short and fat.

Omega began to count off his flaws one by one, almost in a self-punishing way. With each new flaw he listed, his head lowered even more.

As for studying, he rarely did. Aside from his younger years, in the past few years, when he had been devoted to being a housewife for his ex-husband, his time had been entirely consumed by daily chores. It wasn’t that they couldn’t afford a maid, but his husband absolutely refused to let anyone see his wife in such a state. He was more than willing to do this and that for him, hoping that if he worked a little harder, maybe his husband would start seeing him differently.

He didn’t dare to socialize or speak much with others. Being able to propose to the young, handsome alpha that he would financially support him in exchange for a companion, had already drained all the courage he had left and stripped away any remaining dignity

Old and ugly, having spent decades hiding in the cowardly shell of self-deception, how could he just change because it was possible?

He stared at his reflection in the mirror for a long while, forcing a bitter smile.

Just then, his wrist-mounted holographic device suddenly rang. Flustered, he glanced at it and saw it was a call from an elder.

When his parents were alive, they had many business partners, and even after their passing, a few elders still remembered him and occasionally called to check in on him.

He walked to the living room, sat on the sofa, and turned on his light brain. In a soft voice, he said, “Hello.”

The light flickered, and a half-body hologram of a female omega appeared in the air. The woman was quite elderly now, but her smile was still graceful and warm. Her short hair, tinged with silver, was neatly styled, and she wore a smooth pearl necklace around her neck, still showing traces of her youthful elegance.

She was a close friend of omega’s mother when she was alive and the wife of a politician. Now, she gently greeted omega, “How have you been lately?”

“I’m… I’m fine…” Omega dared not look up at her. “Still the same, how about you?”

They chatted for a while, but then the lady suddenly asked, “I heard you recently got a little pet?”

Omega was stunned by the direct question.

He didn’t have a pet, but he knew who the lady was referring to.

He stammered, almost unable to form a complete sentence: “I… this… actually, he doesn’t really…”

“Look at you, why are you so nervous?” The lady smiled at him, her eyes filled with a faint pity. “At your age, with no one to take care of you, having a few more people around isn’t a big deal…”

Seeing Omega becoming more embarrassed, the lady changed the subject, speaking with concern: “Since you have someone around now, you should start taking better care of yourself. I have a friend in my circle, and her nephew just came back from abroad. He’s some kind of makeover specialist… Anyway, he’s quite cool. I’ll give you his business card, and you can go to him for some advice…”

“No need, Auntie, really!” Omega was startled, his voice unintentionally rising. “I’m not related to them, so I can’t possibly trouble them… Thank you for your kindness.”

The lady tried to persuade him a few more times, but seeing he was adamant, she said, “I had already arranged everything with them, so why aren’t you cooperating…?”

Omega felt guilty for causing his elder to worry. Even though he was too hesitant to take that step, he was deeply grateful.

He thanked her repeatedly, and though she was left with no choice, the lady still showed him the business card.

After bidding farewell, he looked at the business card and couldn’t help but search for the name of the person on it using his light brain.

A brief profile appeared alongside a photo on the webpage. It was a handsome, unparalleled alpha with deep brows, an arrogant expression, and an unapologetic gaze that looked straight at everyone, yet seemed to rise above them all.

The thin courage that Omega had barely managed to muster dissipated like a soap bubble struggling on the edge of a sink—it didn’t even need to be poked to burst. It was crushed by a single photo.

…Forget it.

He remembered what his elder had said, so he gathered his spirits and, for the first time, opened a shopping website, hoping to find some clothing that might make him look a little better.

It made sense, after all—how could a person stay the same forever?

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T/N:

About the title: It’s actually the author’s response to requests for a sequel to their other ABO story. I can’t change the title, nor do I want to.

Don’t get your hopes up.This story is free from NSFW content—well, except for the slightly minced meat in the early opening.