Angel

Chapter 5 - Meeting ⑤Chapter 4 - Meeting ④Chapter 3 - Meeting ③Chapter 2 - Meeting ②Chapter 1 - Meeting ① 

Deep in the woods.

In a place no one ever visits, a beautiful field of light blue flowers unfolds.

“Oh… It’s blooming splendidly this year, Angel. It’s your favorite, Nemofila…”, murmured Amber, burying his nose in the blue flower carpet.

The warm, gentle sunshine shimmers on Amber’s gray hair in a silvery glow.

The sweet scent of flowers drifts softly in the air.

It’s just like—

Angel’s smell.

The same scent as when they sought each other to burned and melt together, nostalgically envelopes Amber’s body.

“We shall meet soon.”

Whenever he closes his eyes, he will remember the appearance of his beloved.

The pleasant and warm rays of the sun, and the fragrant aroma of blossom, draw him into a light sleep.

Meeting ①

The eastern metropolis, Eastschist, is home to a diverse mix of ethnic groups from all over the world.

Downtown Eastschist is said to be the most dangerous area.

At night, the streets are flooded with prostitutes and drug addicts, and incidents such as extortion, brawls, rape, and murder are commonplace.

It is a sleepless town, with sirens blaring everywhere until dawn.

The crime rate is high especially on a full moon night.

And… people don’t know that Eastschist, which is also called the melting pot of all races, also includes the non-human beings.

“You fool! Look where you’re going!”

Ange Blanc was walking on such a dangerous night street, strolling in a dazed manner, bumped into a tall man who seemed to be nothing good.

“… Oh… I’m sorry.”

The man became speechless for a moment as he looked up.

He thought, I didn’t notice when I was looking down, but this guy seems to be quality goods.

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The man’s gaze crawled through Angel’s body, as if appraising it.

A thin, shabby-looking pale body, and light-colored eyes, which peeped out through the gaps of his long bangs.

His hair, which was soiled with dirt, must be platinum blond.

Porcelain-like white skin could be seen through the opened front of the shirt where only three buttons were removed, and hidden under the nether gaps. It seemed even more tempting than a prostitute who deliberately exposed her charms and sold herself. The man involuntarily swallowed his raw saliva.

And,  after only one word of apology, he grasped and held Angel’s delicate wrist when he turned on his heels, with strong force as if to prevent him from escaping.

“Wait a moment. We’re not done.”

“But… I already apologized properly.”

“Well… Don’t you know to use honorifics when addressing your seniors?”

He pulled on the wrist in his grasp, and closed the distance between them.

“You’re an omega, aren’t you?”

As if to feet his faint sweet smell, the man approached the tip of his nose to Angel’s nape and whined like a dog.