Rin's heart dropped straight into his ass.
Lucien Vortellion... six feet of bad fucking news... was standing right in front of him, shirt half-unbuttoned, sweat-slicked, and looking like he just stepped out of a very illegal adult film.
"Shit," Rin hissed under his breath, wishing more than anything for a teleport skill. Just one tap, and boom... back in his room, under the covers, pretending none of this ever happened. But no. His system was still half-dead, probably napping or playing dead again.
No help from that bastard.
Rin slowly raised his hand to shove Lucien out of his personal space, but Lucien caught it and slammed it against the shelf behind them with a loud thunk.
"Ugh!" Rin bit down a groan. "What the fuck, man?!"
Behind Lucien, the student he'd been busy with moments ago shifted, still on all fours, clearly confused. "Lucien? Is someone there?"
Lucien didn't look away from Rin. His smirk was all teeth.
"Someone? Oh no, it's just a stray cat," he murmured, voice like silk wrapped around a razor.
"Huh? How would a cat get in here?" the student asked, wobbling to his feet with an audible crack from somewhere in his back.
"I wonder," Lucien murmured, his grip on Rin's wrist tightening. He leaned in, nose brushing Rin's neck. Rin tensed as he struggled to release himself.
Then Lucien inhaled. It was a very long, deep and intoxicating sniff.
Rin's breath hitched. "Hey—! Back off, perv—!"
Lucien's fingers reached up, unbuttoning Rin's shirt like he had every right in the damn world. His nose buried against Rin's collarbone, dragging in another lungful.
"You're an omega, aren't you?" Lucien muttered, his voice dangerously low. "How the hell did you manage to fool everyone?"
Rin couldn't speak. His brain was too busy calculating the most efficient escape route that didn't end in him being aggressively mounted.
'I'm not ready to get dicked on day one! Not now! Not ever!'
"Lucien, aren't we going to..." The student's voice came and they've both forgotten he was even there.
"Leave!" Lucien ordered him. "Immediately,"
"But, I haven't made you cum yet and you're still..."
"Don't worry," Lucien cut him off, dragging his gaze back to Rin. "Since this cat interrupted me, it can make it up to me."
Rin's eye twitched.
'This fucker did not just downgrade me to a fucking cat—'
The other student fled, pants half on, and the door locked with a beep behind him.
Lucien turned back, eyes burning.
"Fuck, you smell like a sin."
"Hey, wait!" Rin yelped, holding up a hand. "I'm a staff, alright? Even if I was an omega... hypothetically... you can't touch me. It's against. The. Rules."
Lucien tilted his head, unamused.
"Says the idiot trespassing on school property." He shoved Rin's bangs out of his eyes with a finger. "Rules are for boring people. And I, Lucien Vortellion, don't do boring."
He paused, grin growing.
"Consider this a trade. I keep your secret... you let me play with what I've found."
Rin clenched his jaw. 'Trade,' he says.
'Yeah, let's 'trade' your teeth for my knee in your balls, how's that?'
He didn't say that out loud. Unfortunately. He couldn't even dare!
Lucien's hand ghosted down Rin's waist, fingers lingering on the hem of his shirt.
Rin flinched. "I said you can't put it in!"
Lucien froze for a second, then leaned in with a maddening grin. "Since when do I follow orders?"
"If you don't like it, go report me to the dean," Rin bluffed, lifting his chin like he wasn't seconds away from a full system meltdown. Deep down, he was praying and hoping he didn't get reported.
There was a flicker in Lucien's eye. Interest or maybe... amusement.
Then, shockingly, he let go. But his hand trailed down Rin's side before pulling back.
"You've got guts, kitty."
Rin blinked. 'Was... was that praise? Was he safe?'
He was a bit relieved, but he thought too soon.
Lucien slid his own belt loose. Not to pull anything out... thank every god for that... but just to rattle Rin.
Rin's face flushed as the click of the buckle echoed like a gunshot.
"W-what the fuck are you doing now?!"
Lucien smirked, taking a step forward.
"Didn't you say I could do whatever I wanted? I just want to look."
"A look? A look at what?"
He pulled Rin's belt loose with practised ease, exposing black shorts underneath. Rin froze like a deer in headlights, his brain was blaring red light.
Lucien didn't go further. He just leaned in, his body between Rin's legs, brushing his lips against Rin's hand, then licking a trail up his wrist... slowly. Rin shuddered at the warmth that crawled up his hand, he could feel Lucien's lips and tongue on his body. And he shuddered either from disgust or... something else, he didn't want to guess.
"You're trembling, kitty" Lucien whispered.
"I-I'm just cold," Rin snapped.
"In this heat?" Lucien chuckled, pulling his face against Rin's small bulge. Rin shuddered again, not knowing if to cry or scream, punch Lucien with his weak hand or possibly cry, but Lucien stopped as if he noticed his reaction.
His lips pressed once against Rin's neck... barely a kiss. Then he whispered,
"You smell too good to ignore but I'll wait. I'm that patient. Once I get a taste of you... It'll be all over. I don't fuck a hole twice."
He stepped back.
Rin sagged against the shelf in disbelief.
"Oh thank fuck..."
"But," Lucien added as he fully buttoned his shirt and began to walk to the door, "Next time you sneak into a restricted area, I will collect payment. Full price and you won't be able to hide your hole from me, little omega,"
The door unlocked with a beep, and Lucien walked out like he hadn't just turned Rin's life upside down.
Rin dropped to the floor, his legs jelly, his scent barely contained.
"I need to burn this fucking school down," he muttered.
The system finally buzzed in.
DING:
[System Alert: Pheromone Suppression Down to 42%.]
[Side effects imminent. Suggest retreat.]
"Yeah, nice timing. Don't you fucking think?!" Rin hissed.