I Don't Want To Be An Omega In My Sister's Trashy Reverse Harem [BL]
Chapter 33: ANYTHING?!

Chapter 33: ANYTHING?!

That night, in the huge training hall...

Rin’s fists slapped against Lucien’s open palms. He was dressed in a white shirt and a pair of loose pants he found in the wardrobe.

The hall was silent but the sound of Rin’s hand striking Lucien’s palm echoed. _{f|ree(w)ebn\o.vel.com}

"What did you discuss with Theron?" He asked.

"Theron? Do you call him that? I thought the other nurses referred to him as the Head Doctor? Why is yours different?" Lucien asked.

Slap.

Slap.

Fail.

Slap.

Rin exhaled deeply, shaking his fist and continued punching.

"I can call him whatever I want. Are you going to try and kill him because of that?"

Lucien raised a brow.

"Hmm... Should I?"

Slap.

Fail.

Rin grunted and pulled back, panting.

"I can’t concentrate like this.... especially if you keep talking about killing someone,"

"Are you that scared of death? Don’t worry, as long as you’re with me, no harm will come to you," Lucien promised but Rin waved him off, not believing a word he’s saying.

Even if he was telling the truth, he didn’t wish to stay close to him for less than a second.

Lucien tilted his head. "I also can’t concentrate..."

"Why? Because I’m weak?" He asked.

"No..." Lucien replied, rubbing his chin before pointing. "It’s because of your shirt."

Rin blinked then looked down.

He’d forgotten the damn shirt he was wearing was almost see-through from sweat. His pink nipples were clearly visible.

Rin turned his body away flustered.

"Stop staring at them, you oversized baby,"

Lucien smirked.

"Baby? If you call me that, are you giving a signal for me to suck on them?"

"Shut the hell up! Creep!"

Lucien laughed. A low, amused sound. He walked to the bench to drink some water. As he gulped it down, he saw Rin still hiding his chest like it was a treasure. He stared at the cup and grinned.

An idea dinged in his head. A naughty kind.

"Hey Rin, would you like some water?"

"Uhm... Okay?" Rin answered without certainty. He wasn’t really thirsty but... He just couldn’t say no.

Lucien grabbed a cup filled with water and approached Rin. He walked slowly and carefully but as he got closer to Rin...

"Here you go, Rin..." He tripped ’accidentally’. "Oh, no."

Rin turned around but saw it coming too late. The cup flew from Lucien’s hand and splashed.

"Fuck!" Rin cursed as the cold water soaked his shirt.

Lucien straightened.

"Oops. Sorry. That was soooo careless of me,"

He apologised and handed him a towel. Rin took it, dabbing it on his wet shirt.

"Why don’t you take it off... It’ll dry faster." He said, trying to hide the excitement on his face.

Rin narrowed his eyes.

"Did you plan all of this? Just so I can take off my shirt?"

Lucien said nothing, with his hand stroking his empty chin.

Rin glared.

Still... the shirt clung to him, wet and heavy. There was no way he could continue training with it. The towel was doing nothing to it.

’It’s only going to be for a few minutes... What could possibly happen?’

He turned around, peeled it off, and exposed his pale skin and chest. He felt almost naked without his shirt. He was sure that Lucien tripped on purpose just to see his bare body.

He turned around to look at Lucien.

"Let’s speed everything up so I can... head back to my room,"

Lucien’s eyes darkened as he swallowed hard. He wasn’t listening to Rin. His eyes were just fixed on his chest and waistline. All Lucien wanted was to grab him, peel his pants off and do naughty things to him.

’He’s too damn pretty,’ Lucien thought. ’Too soft. I want to bite him. Taste every inch of him...’

Lucien stepped closer, brushing Rin’s arm.

"Your muscles are flabby. If you punch an Alpha, your bones will crack."

Rin slapped his hand away.

"I know that already... don’t touch me!"

Lucien lifted his hands in mock surrender.

"Fine. Let’s play a game instead."

Rin raised a brow.

"A game?"

"Yes, Rin. A game. See it as the final training for tonight,"

Lucien pulled a red flag from nowhere and placed it at the far end of the hall. Rin saw the red flag that was far from where he stood. He folded his hands, wondering what the game was all about. But he was sure that it wasn’t an ordinary game.

The Vortellions are already fond of playing games that are discriminatory to omegas.

’This creep is obviously a Vortellion and I’m sure he’s up to no good again,’

Lucien walked back to Rin, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"The goal: reach the flag while I try to stop you."

"What the hell? That’s far," he grumbled, looking at the flag again. He has to run more than 200 meters to get the flag and Lucien can get there within a few seconds.

"This is so unfair," Rin muttered.

Lucien grinned.

"Is it? Or are you scared I’ll be able to catch you within a second,"

"Shut up. You can catch me in a second. That’s why I’m saying it’s unfair,"

"Don’t worry... I’m going to be impartial. You’ll start from the middle of the hall while I’ll start from the end. Remember that I can do anything to stop you and you can do anything to keep running from me,"

"Anything?" Rin asked.

"Yes, ANYTHING... maybe throwing sports balls, nails, anything at all. If you understand, get ready to prove how strong you are,"

Rin nodded and looked at the flag again. He doesn’t have to run straight to it. Since there was no time limit. He could run zigzag, creating barriers for Lucien.

’It looks easy, but why do I see no chance of winning?’

"Start!" Lucien yelled when he got to the end of the hall.

Rin bolted immediately. Lucien remained behind, watching him run zigzag, letting him get even closer to the flag. He sucked his lower lip, enjoying the view of a half naked beauty running.

"This is going to be fun..."

He whispered and suddenly came at him... Swiftly and silently.

Rin could sense Lucien getting closer but he was even closer to the flag. He turned his head, seeing Lucie dodging the barrier he created so easily.

"Fuck! I knew it was too easy for him. Curse every Alpha in this stupid world!"

He ducked under his arm, rolled and just when he was close to the flag...

Lucien tackled him from behind.

They hit the ground, Rin’s fingers barely touching the edge of the cloth.

Lucien grabbed his wrist, dragging it back.

Rin squirmed.

"L-Lucien...get off! I’m already close to it,"

"But you haven’t grabbed it yet. Keep trying, Rin. Struggle harder..."

Lucien pressed into him. His cock was hard. It dug into Rin’s back.

Rin stiffened when he felt it.

"I said get off! You fucking pervert!"

Lucien chuckled, lips at his ear.

"I said I could use anything to stop you. Didn’t I?"

Rin froze then gasped when he felt a hand sliding down his chest, his stomach and...

Lucien’s hand had slid into his loose pants, grabbing his dick.

Rin’s eyes widened in horror.