The Hated Omega’s Forced Foursome Guiding
[WARNING: This story contains mature themes, explicit language, and R-18 content. Reader discretion is advised.]
THREE FERAL S-CLASS ALPHAS. ONE DROOLING OMEGA GUIDE. ONE LOCKDOWN.
I transmigrated into a trash novel as Julian Lin—the most hated, pathetic excuse for an Omega Guide in the entire military academy. My plan was simple: suppress my pheromones, lay low, and stay the hell away from the main characters.
But the universe had other plans. I got trapped in a high-security containment sector just as the elite Vanguard Squad underwent a synchronized, catastrophic S-Class Guide-run combined with a brutal Alpha Rut.
When top-tier Alpha Espers go completely feral, they don't care that they used to despise my guts. They only smell prey.
The moment the blast doors seal us in, my hidden, reality-shattering S-Class guiding scent leaks out, driving three of the empire's strongest, most terrifying men entirely out of their minds. They pin me down, tearing away my uniform, completely enslaved by the intoxicating, sweet relief of my body.
There is no escaping this pitch-black room. What follows is a non-consensual, multi-paired nightmare of pure sensory overload. I am forced to endure a breathless, desperate foursome, my Omega body triggered into a dripping, helpless Heat as all three Alphas take turns claiming me, knotting me, and draining my guiding energy to save their own sanity.
They claim it’s a mandatory, life-saving transaction—but their dark, territorial growls and the fresh marks littering my skin tell a different story. They swore they’d never touch a piece of trash like me, but now that they’ve shared my body, they are never letting me go. And worse? My Omega abdomen is already swelling with the inescapable consequences of their shared, chaotic ruts.