*This story is intended for an adult audience. 

“Need hands in room 210 now.”

The request came through his ear piece and Kawase Mihoshi replied, “I'm on it.”

He placed the bottle of wine on the table, bowed to the chattering group of tipsy alphas and flirty omegas, and made his way towards the private rooms upstairs.

Red Lotus. One of the largest and most popular omega clubs in the red-light districts of kabuki-cho. Nestled in the corner of the main street, its bright neon sign flashed upon the shadows of the night, inviting curious people with its alluring charms and promises of a heavenly experience.

Here, clients could request to drink and be served by beautiful and cute omega men and women as long as they had the money to spend. The open floor housed many circular booths with purple leather seats, a full-stocked bar always ready to brew any kind of drinks, and glittering pink lights that would dim every hour to indicate the start of the complimentary ten minutes touching service. In that short span of time, open floor clients were allowed to kiss and engage in sexual interactions with the omega hosts until the lights brightened like curtains unveiling the reality that escapism was not a permanent answer to anything.

Many clients bought more drinks simply to extend their time till the next hour; the edging and anticipation of foolish romping around in the darkness filled them with adrenaline as though this was a game. And to those who were impatient and greedy for more, there was always the option of booking a private room and ordering a full service from the omega host of their choice. Of course, with a higher price to pay.

So it was no wonder that the entire premise was heavy with a mix of aroused pheromones. Every omega host wore a protective collar which physically prevented them from being marked on the back of their necks. They also regularly took small doses of suppressants to lower the amount of their released pheromones. Just enough to entice the clients, but not enough to seduce the rationalities out of the alphas.

Most of the alpha clients had some decency to control their pheromones to avoid accidental marking or heat triggers, but there were always one or two instances where the alpha was either too drunk to have any self-control, or simply being a dick and tried to mark the omega host by force.

And Mihoshi assumed this case was the latter.

He swiftly trudged through the hallway, his oxford shoes making a familiar path on the maroon carpet. Against the pink lights of the corridor, his white long-sleeves and black vest and pants stood out. His short brown hair curled every which way no matter how much wax he tried using, so he had given up and allowed the waves to bounce naturally.

Within seconds, Mihoshi found himself in front of room 210 and he knocked on the door deftly. “Excuse me, I am here under request.”

Several clatters sounded from inside, followed by muffled voices.

Mihoshi waited a few more seconds before announcing, “I am entering now.” He pushed the door open and when his gray eyes landed on the sight before him, he didn't make so much as a flinch.

Strewn on the table, the small omega host was pinned down by the alpha client. Their legs were entangled, their clothes messy and skewed. Red flushed the omega's cheeks. Eyes wide and teary. Lips trembling, shoulders tucked in, hands forced above his head. His top was still on, but his legs were bare, pants dropped to his knees to reveal his half-erect member. Thankfully, the black collar was still snug around his neck that was spotting unwanted kiss marks.

The alpha showed no indication of noticing that another person had entered the room as he continued to run his hand on the omega's skin, trailing down to the quivering legs.

“Excuse me, Mr. Customer.” Mihoshi walked into the room and stood right next to the table, entering the alpha's peripheral view. “It will be appreciated if you remove your hands from our dear host.”

Only then did the alpha turn his head to Mihoshi. The smell of alcohol lingered in the air rather than coming from the alpha. His pupils were narrowed into slits, but his eyes were not hazy enough, meaning he hadn't quite lost his rationality to arousal. Yet, his neck and jaws were tense, indicating he had been releasing large amounts of pheromones, likely to drown the omega and induce a heat-like state.

How typical.

“Sir, you may request the exact type of service you wish from our order list, but it is against the rule to use excessive pheromones on our hosts, especially to those who are unwilling.” Mihoshi kept his tone calm, shooting a reassuring smile to the omega.

Thankfully, the ventilation fan was running quietly in the ceiling, thinning the clouds of pheromones in the room.

“What the fuck?” The alpha finally reacted and got up. His gruff voice didn’t hide his anger and displeasure. “Who the fuck are you?”

The omega host scrambled to the other side of the table, hiding underneath. It wasn’t the best place to protect himself from a furious alpha, but that distance was enough for Mihoshi to ensure his safety.

Mihoshi stood in front of the man, prim and proper. He was average in height, slightly on the shorter side of the scale, but with his straight back and open shoulders, he exuded confidence.

The alpha client towered over him with a menacing look in his eyes. Regardless, Mihoshi continued to speak. “It seems like you have had too much to drink. May I suggest a glass of sparkling water to cool the night down?”

“Piss off. I paid for this bitch, I get to fucking own him!” The alpha shoved Mihoshi with a large hand.

Having caught his balance with a light two steps, Mihoshi sighed and flickered his gaze to the unruly customer. “Sir, you laid your hands on me first, that is correct, yes?”

“What? You gonna call the cops?” The alpha nudged Mihoshi's shoulder with a rude finger. Upon closer inspection, the alpha paused and sneered. “You've got a pretty face too. What if you get down and suck my dick instead? Maybe I'll let that bitch go. You can take his place. Go on, get on your knees.”

The alpha's pupils narrowed again as he flooded the room with his thick pheromones. Behind the table, the omega host covered his nose, but sobs wrecked his entire body. If left any longer, he would undoubtedly go into heat.

“Right, this can't go on anymore,” Mihoshi mumbled. “I'll have to escort you out.”

Without hesitation, Mihoshi grabbed the alpha's hand that was on his shoulder, pressing his thumb between the pinky and ring knuckles. In a swift motion, he twisted the wrist outwards. The sudden movement and piercing pain threw the alpha off-balance and he tumbled onto the floor. Before the alpha could regain his bearings, Mihoshi yanked the man onto his front, stepped around him, and pinned the arm across his back, immobilizing him instantly.

“Don't struggle, you might hurt yourself.” Mihoshi pushed the wrist towards the alpha's neck, shooting pain through the elbow and shoulder. In this area, unruly customers were a dime a dozen. It's not as though they could call the cops for every incident, and even then, no cops would want to get involved with Red Lotus. A prominent business in yakuza territory, always on the edge of legality, this was one place where laws couldn’t be applied to.

So the staff had to solve these problems by themselves, and for Mihoshi, his black belt in aikido could take down most opponents no matter the size and weight.

“You punk!” The alpha struggled against the grip. “You goddamn omega! Know your fucking place!” His shoulders rippled, the veins on his neck throbbed, another indication that he was unleashing a torrent of pheromones as intimidation and dominance.

Although the automatic ventilation had switched on the moment things went bad, Mihoshi was glad he left the door ajar to let some of the thick pheromones out. Several staff arrived to escort the omega host to safety and Mihoshi instructed them, “Wash him in the showers for twenty minutes. If he feels sick, take him to the clinic.”

The staff carried the omega host out without question.

“Now then.” Mihoshi turned his attention back to the alpha. “Could you please rein in your pheromones, Sir? It is a disturbance to our establishment.”

“What the fuck?! Why are you not succumbing to my pheromones?! Are you a marked omega?!” The alpha, who was much taller and bigger, much more violent and intimidating, struggled under Mihoshi's grip.

It never failed to amuse him that all the alpha clients he took down always said something along the same line. His face and build didn’t even compare to any of the plentiful hosts in the club, so how was it that they all came to the same conclusion?

Sighing to himself, Mihoshi offered a polite business smile.

“What even do you mean, sir?”

He twisted the man’s arm more.

“I'm a beta.”