I Don't Want To Be An Omega In My Sister's Trashy Reverse Harem [BL]
Chapter 40: The Summon!

Chapter 40: The Summon!

The form in Rin’s hands was a devil in disguise.

It looked innocent enough... white paper, black ink, stamped with the official seal of Dominis Academy Medical Division... but the questions printed on it were straight out of a brothel survey.

He stared blankly at the list and looked back at Silas who had a patient smile on his face.

’Ugh...’ he groaned silently and looked back at the paper.

RUT PROFILE - PATIENT INTAKE (LEVEL 2 CLEARANCE)

Please answer the following to help us assist with your upcoming rut care.

1. What is your average rut duration?

2. Preferred sex position during rut?

3. Level of aggression?

4. Do you require restraints?

5. How often do you knot during a single session?

6. Have you ever seriously injured a rut partner?

7. Estimated dick size (flaccid and hard)?

8. Do you enjoy verbal play?

9. Are you open to rut with a Beta/Omega?

10. List your top 3 preferred body types.

Rin lowered the form slowly, as if it were covered in fungus.

"...I’m sorry, but this isn’t medical," he whispered, wide-eyed. "This is straight from an illegal adult site,"

DING!

[System Alert - Please proceed with the questions. This is standard rut medical intake.]

[System Notice - Your job is on the line. Stop hesitating, beta meatbag.]

’Beta meatbag? These days, you’ve been interacting too much with me you disgusting pink box,’

The system remained silent.

"RUDE."

He turned to Silas, who was sitting comfortably on the bed, legs crossed, still glancing at that suspiciously holy book.

Rin cleared his throat awkwardly.

"So, um... Professor. I... need to ask some questions. Routine stuff. For your... upcoming rut."

Silas set his book down with a serene smile.

"Of course. Go ahead. That’s what I came for after all,"

Rin took a deep breath.

’You’re a professional, Rin. You’re a nurse. You can do this.’

"...How long does your rut usually last?"

"About three days," Silas answered calmly. "Though I tend to reduce it with suppression pills."

"...Do you become aggressive while doing that...?"

"I do not understand your question, Assistant Rin," He smiled.

"I mean, do you become aggressive while having... sex with your rut partner?"

Silas tilted his head.

"Would you like me to be?"

Rin blinked.

"N-No. It’s just a yes or no question! Don’t put me into this, professor,"

"Mm. I suppose I’m... passionate."

Rin scribbled something quickly and moved on.

"What’s your preferred... position?"

Silas smiled.

"Are you asking professionally, or personally?"

Rin’s eye twitched.

"Professionally."

"Well, missionary tends to reduce the risk of partner strain. But I enjoy variety."

Rin wanted to die, hearing that response calmly from Silas.

DING!

[System Warning - Mental Breakdown Progress: 67%]

[System Reminder - You chose this job. No take backs.]

Rin glared at the pink box and it vanished. Besides, he wasn’t the one who took the job. It was the real Rin.

He skipped a few and went straight to the big one.

"Do you have someone to, uh... help you through your rut?"

There was a pause.

Silas looked straight into Rin’s eyes, his voice quieter now.

"No. I don’t have anyone."

Rin hesitated. Something about that answer made the room colder. More personal. He lowered his gaze and hugged the clipboard.

He decided not to follow that thread and ask more questions.

"Okay. That’s all..."

"I could ask you, couldn’t I?"

Rin froze. He looked up slowly to meet Silas’ eyes.

"Wh-What?"

Silas leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

"I don’t have anyone," he said softly. "You’re here. You’re capable. And you’re already taking notes."

Rin stood up immediately.

"I’m not! No! I already rejected you!"

Silas remained calm.

"And I respected that. I simply thought you might have... changed your mind."

"I didn’t! And I’m not going to!" Rin threw his hands up.

’Is it too much to ask not to get hit on by every single alpha with a god complex?’

DING!

[System Reminder - Stay away from Silas Cromwell. He is dangerous to your storyline.]

[System Hint - You are currently at 3% risk of being ’claimed’. Warning threshold: 5%]

Rin backed up a step. "I’m not interested in men. Just women. All I want to get paid, and not die."

Silas tilted his head.

"Is that so? Then why are you so flushed around me?"

"I’m flushed because I’m stressed! Not because I’m horny!"

Silas didn’t laugh. In fact, his expression grew more serious.

"Elna and Theron have been unavailable. I don’t want to overuse her during my rut. She’s only Beta. But you... You’re free. Healthy. And surprisingly my type."

Rin pointed at him accusingly.

"That’s not a compliment!"

"I think it is."

Rin growled.

"Wait for Elna. She’ll be done with Theron eventually."

"I can’t," Silas said bluntly. "My rut begins immediately after his ends. Our cycles are synced."

Rin blinked. "How the hell does that work?"

"It’s a faculty thing," Silas replied smoothly. "Too many pheromones in one building. We all influence each other. That’s why the academy requires staff rut logs."

"I want to quit already," He frowned.

"All I want is you, Rin. It’s not that hard,"

Rin’s jaw dropped.

"You are enjoying this, aren’t you?"

Silas gave a small smile.

"I think I just enjoy seeing your reactions. You’re... charming."

Rin crossed his arms.

"I’m not flattered. In fact, I’m uncomfortable and tired,"

Silas watched him with unblinking interest.

"Why do you reject all alphas so strongly?"

"Because they’re all red flags with legs and muscles!"

"...Or is it because you’re hiding something?"

Rin froze, trying not to reveal any emotion.

"...What?"

"You’re not like other betas," Silas said. "You have no scent but I can perceive something from you. Almost too faint. You don’t flinch around alpha pheromones. And your body reacts oddly to suppression drugs. Even your vitals are... odd."

Rin’s stomach dropped.

’I’m fucked.’

DING!

[System Warning - Silas Cromwell is attempting to analyse your true identity.]

[System Suggestion - Act dumb. It’s not hard.]

’Shut up!’

"Um," Rin stammered, stepping back. "I just have, uh, poor health genes. I think my mom drank too much when she was pregnant."

Silas didn’t move, but his eyes sharpened.

"Rin. Are you sure you’re a beta?"

Before Rin could scream yes, the curtain suddenly pulled back.

A nurse peeked in, smiling.

"Rin, we’re going for lunch. It’s already noon. Want us to bring anything back?"

Rin’s soul practically jumped with joy.

"Oh! Don’t worry about that. I’m coming with you!"

But before he could move, Silas’s hand shot out and grabbed his wrist.

"You shouldn’t abandon a patient," he said softly.

The nurse blinked. Then giggled.

"O-Oh! We didn’t mean to interrupt your... moment."

Rin turned red.

"It’s not a moment! It’s torture!"

"Oh! Those two have something going on," the nurse whispered to another as she walked out.

Rin shoved Silas’s hand off and sat back down hard. _{freew\e bnovel.com}

"This job is going to kill me."

Silas said nothing. Just lay back down and picked up his book again.

Rin glanced over... and paused.

It was indeed a religious text.

The temple’s insignia was stamped in gold on the cover. Holy verses. Ritual diagrams.

Rin’s eyes widened when he remembered something from the novel.

He remembered when Silas found the female lead reading a holy book without translation. He immediately knew that she had divine ability, so he introduced the female lead to Ezra.

Rin remembered it clearly now. Silas had fallen for her first. He then visited her again and again at the temple. Ezra fell for her too. The two began competing quietly.

But neither got a happy ending.

Both were killed by Evan Vortellion... Lucien’s father. After Ezra’s death, the bond between the Vortellions and the Temple shattered. The female lead was taken to the estate to be part of the ’Game.’

Rin rubbed his temples.

’I need to stay away from all these characters. Ezra. Silas. Lucien. Every single one of them is cursed.’

He stood up again.

"Professor. You should rest. I’m going to eat before I faint."

Silas didn’t budge.

Instead... he grabbed Rin’s arm and pulled him down to sit on the bed.

And before Rin could react... Silas rested his head on Rin’s lap.

Rin went rigid.

’What the hell?!’

"I find you calming," Silas murmured. "Let me rest for a moment."

Rin looked around in panic. There were no nurses. No patients.

Even if Silas tried anything, he wouldn’t be able to protect himself from a dark mage.

He was about to push him away when Silas’s hand started stroking his thigh gently.

Rin’s eyes widened in horror.

’He’s petting me like a cat! I should...’

Then... finally... the door creaked open.

"Assistant Rin!"

Rin launched Silas off him like a cat startled by thunder.

He rushed to the student at the door.

"Are you here for treatment? Come, I’ll attend to you as soon as..."

The boy bowed.

"I’m sorry to interrupt, but... you’ve been summoned to the Headmaster’s office."

Rin’s entire soul slumped.

"What? Not again."