I Don't Want To Be An Omega In My Sister's Trashy Reverse Harem [BL]
Chapter 39: Marked For Removal!

Chapter 39: Marked For Removal!

Vortellion Estate. Midnight.

The moonlight slipped through the tall stained-glass windows of the Vortellion Estate, casting soft shadows across the floor of the second-largest bedroom in the mansion.

Velvet curtains swayed gently as a cold breeze crept in, brushing against the bare collarbones of... Julian Vortellion.

He stood in front of the wide window, a half-filled wine glass in hand, wearing nothing but a silk black robe tied loosely at his waist. The robe hung off one shoulder, his pale skin glowing under the silver light. His hair, nearly identical to Lucien’s, shimmered like dark blood under the moon. But his expression was...different.

Still. Unblinking. Dangerous.

Behind him, near the bookshelf, Dorian stood quiet and ever loyal.

"Say that again," Julian said, swirling the glass. His voice was like honey... slow, smooth, but with a bitterness that stung the ears. "I was busy thinking that I didn’t hear you properly,"

"I said..." Dorian began, keeping his eyes on the floor, "Master... is doing fine. He’s... been interacting with people more."

A soft, cold laugh bubbled from Julian’s throat.

"My brother?" He turned slightly. "Lucien hates people. The only thing he interacts with is Omega’s legs. And even then, he doesn’t bother with meeting them the second time."

Dorian flinched.

"I... didn’t mean to offend. I only said what I observed."

Julian turned his body, leaning against the window frame, robe parting further.

"And who is it this time?" he asked, voice dipped in poison. "Some noble family omega who is desperate for his cock?"

Dorian swallowed, trying hard not to look at Julian.

"No. He’s... a commoner. An assistant nurse at the academy."

The air shifted as Julian’s expression darkened.

"...A commoner?" His voice dropped like a blade. "You’re saying my twin... Lucien Vortellion... is getting close to a random filthy commoner Omega who wipes patients’ asses and hands out healing potions?"

Dorian said nothing. He didn’t even nod his head.

Julian stared at his wine, waiting for a response. But, he didn’t get any. He angrily hurled the glass across the room.

It shattered against the wall, red wine spilling down like blood. Dorian remained still, on the ground. But he slightly raised his head to look at Julian.

’Good. He’s not hurt,’

.

"Ridiculous," Julian hissed, walking slowly across the room, his robe sliding with each step. "Lucien’s just bored. He just wishes to use him. Then dump him like he did to the others. That’s what he always does."

But when he looked at Dorian and saw his silence and unwavering gaze, something snapped.

"...He’s serious?" Julian’s jaw clenched. "You mean to say... he of all people... Lucien, is interested in this omega?"

There was still no response. But... that silence was answer enough.

Julian turned back to the window, gripping the frame tightly. He stared at the moon, imagining his brother with some soft, small-bodied omega. Laughing. Touching. Sharing his scent. Sharing a bed.

The thought of imagining it made him sick.

Lucien was his. Not anyone’s.

His twin. His other half. The one who always calmed his heart with a simple touch. It was nothing intimate... Just a solid bond between brothers.

The idea of someone else breathing Lucien’s scent into their lungs made Julian’s chest twist with rage.

His hand curled into a fist... and with a single crack... he smashed it against the window frame.

Blood dripped from his knuckles.

Behind him, Dorian finally reacted with a gasp.

"Your hand..."

Julian didn’t flinch because of a mere injury. He turned slowly, his blood running down his fingers, and walked toward Dorian.

"I want you to get rid of him," Julian said calmly. "That little assistant. Make him disappear for me, Dorian."

Dorian’s face froze.

"I... can’t do that."

Julian stopped. His tone didn’t change.

"Excuse me?"

"I work for Master Lucien," Dorian said quietly. "Not... you."

Silence fell.

Julian’s eyes narrowed. Then... he smiled. A dangerous smile.

He untied the knot of his robe and let it fall open.

His bare chest, pale and flawless, gleamed under the moonlight.

Julian walked slowly to Dorian, every step a threat and a promise.

He reached up and gently touched Dorian’s collar, his throat, his jaw.

"You want me," he whispered, his breath cold. "I know you’ve always wanted me. I’ve seen the way you look at me with those boring eyes of yours. The way you swallow hard repeatedly when I walk past. The way you flinch when I speak. The way you get worried only when I’m injured..."

Dorian stood frozen, throat bobbing. He felt a twitch down there as he tried to control himself.

Julian leaned even closer.

"Do this for me, Dorian... and I’ll give you what you want. My body. My scent. Everything. Everything except a mark,"

His fingers trailed down Dorian’s shirt, slowly.

Dorian looked like he was going to say yes. His body wanted to say yes, especially his dick

But he couldn’t.

"I... I can’t." He bowed deeply. "I’m sorry, Lord Julian. I can’t accept this,"

Julian stepped back, face unreadable.

Then... without warning.. he shoved Dorian across the room.

"Get out!" he screamed.

Dorian bowed again. Glass cracked under his boots as he stumbled out, slamming the door behind him.

Julian stood alone, chest heaving, face twisted in silent fury.

’That omega...’

He picked up a shard of the broken wine glass.

’He’ll ruin everything I have with my brother,’

He clenched his fist with the shard in his palm.

"I don’t care how. I will get rid of him."

.

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Next Morning - The Academy Clinic

The sun rose like a lazy bastard. It was way too bright and early. The day looked like it was going to be a good day... But, Rin was already dying inside.

The clinic was packed. Rowdy wasn’t the word. It was war.

He stared in horror at the line of injured students, sneezing nobles, and one boy who was clearly faking his injury just to lie near a cute nurse.

"It’s just the beginning of a new week" Rin muttered, already halfway to burnout. "Why is half of the school here today?"

There was no sign of Theron and Elna, thanks to their rut. Elna should have at least shown up since she was a Beta.

’Did Theron wear her out so that she’s not able to come?’

DING!

Rin heard the notification sound and lifted his head to look at the message.

[System Notice - Congratulations! You have been registered as a workaholic.]

[System Notice - Remaining Shift Time: 7 hours 41 minutes.]

[System Notice - Mental Breakdown Progress: 42%. Would you like to cry? Y/N]

"Are you kidding me? Would I like to cry? Is that... Is that a fucking question?"

Rin clicked N with a dead face.

"I’ll cry later... Not now. Maybe in the supply room. Maybe in the morgue after working too hard has killed me,"

He shuffled toward the next patient and nearly screamed when he saw Professor Silas Cromwell sitting on one of the beds, reading a leather-bound book like he wasn’t surrounded by chaos.

Rin stared at him.

’No. No. Nope. I’m not doing this.’

He wanted to pretend like he didn’t see him and move to the next patient. He hid his face, taking a step away from his bed but... Silas’s eyes left his book as he looked up.

He saw the person hiding his face but he couldn’t forget the hair.

"Ah," he said with a calm smile. "Assistant Rin. Good morning."

’Fuck! Kill me.’

Rin forced a shaky grin as he pulled down the hand covering his face

"Oh my! Good morning, Professor." Rin took a step closer. "You’re... injured?"

"No. I just came for a routine checkup since my rut is coming up soon. I thought I’d come while it was quiet."

Rin gave him a flat stare.

’QUIET?’

The girl behind Silas sneezed blood into her tissue.

"Yeah. So quiet," Rin muttered.

He grabbed a clipboard and scribbled Silas’s name on it.

Silas tilted his head, watching Rin.

"You seem tired."

Rin gave him a deadpan look.

"What gave it away? The eye bags or the fact that I’ve been awake since sunrise running around like a bot on crack?"

Silas chuckled.

"You are quite... spirited."

Rin groaned.

"You’re lucky you’re handsome. I’d have kicked you out, professor,"

Silas blinked.

"Handsome?"

Rin froze.

. . . "Did I say handsome? No. Hand... sore. Like... your hand looks sore. Maybe you sprained it. Haha."

Silas chuckled again, clearly amused.

Rin mentally kicked himself. Again and again. He never thought a day would come when he would call a man handsome. He never even called Lucien that. But, he was sure that Lucien was way handsome than the professor. Of course, he’s one of the male leads.

Rin’s face turned red instantly as he thought of Lucien. Not just him... his sweaty body during workouts and the bulge that hides beneath his...

He slammed the clipboard against the desk, snapping that awkward thought from his head.

"What was that?" Silas asked, glancing over.

"Nothing! Just paperwork!"

Rin placed the clipboard on the small table close to Silas’s bed and grabbed a check-up form for Silas’s rut, handing it to him.

"The doctor is usually the one to ask the questions," Silas said to him with a smile. Rin looked at the questions in the form and froze.

"... I’m so going to die," Rin whispered.

And somewhere, far away...

Julian Vortellion smiled coldly as he stared at a file in his hand.

A file labelled:

"Rin Elric - Commoner. Beta. Employee at Dominis Academy as an Assistant Nurse."

Status: Marked for Removal.