A/N: And some more light NSFW in the beginning ohohohoho…

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On the morning of his third day being married, Jun awoke to two heavy, muscular arms slung over his chest and hips. Under the covers, he wore only boxers but it still felt stuffy being surrounded by two beasts with high body temperature. With his body facing Niall, Jun nudged the other in an attempt to wake him up. This only resulted in him being ground against by a hard penis. 

With black lines running down his face, Jun tried again. Then the hand on his waist swept down to give him a smack on the butt. 

“Don’t be so naughty, babe,” Niall muttered in his sleep while his hand kneaded the now aching butt. Jun was skeptical whether Niall was sleeping or not, but he leaned towards the latter upon feeling the hand on his butt slide into his boxers and fingers made their way into his yet sensitive hole. 

Inside the bedroom where there had only been the sound of soft breathing, a wet squelching noise was added as Niall fingered Jun’s insides. Thereon, Niall pulled down Jun’s boxers to his knees before removing his fingers to slide his cock between slender thighs. He thrust against Jun’s opening a few times to lubricate himself for entry.

“Mmn…” Jun let out a low moan as Niall pushed his way deliberately inside.

“Having fun without me, baby?” Behind Jun came Cyrus’s deep voice. Niall snorted. He knew Cyrus had been awake for some time, enjoying the show. Kissing Jun’s nape and rubbing his cock against Jun’s supple buttcheeks, Cyrus also joined inside. Jun’s hole was tender but flexible, always able to fit both of them and maintain the perfect amount of tightness. Even when it was just one of them it was the same. 

Niall and Cyrus couldn’t get enough of Jun and their hips jostled faster in unison, forward and backward until they planted their semen in the deepest part of Jun. Being filled to the max with hot fluids caused Jun to reach orgasm, and he clamped down on the two alphas' cocks, inciting them to grit their teeth and grunt low at the excess pleasure.

Cyrus couldn’t control himself and kissed Jun’s neck, followed by a bite. Niall held Jun’s hand and laid a loving kiss on it, wet and sloppy with tongue. They cuddled a little before cleaning up in the bathroom again. It was still early in the morning since they went to sleep early the night before.

By now, Niall and Cyrus were satiated. They were desperate for Jun because they knew soon they wouldn’t be able to have him as intensely or even as often anymore. What was a recessive omega? A legendary existence with 100% fertility. Jun was probably already at least two weeks pregnant with their child, considering his heat occurred around two weeks ago. There was just one question: Who was the father?

Unaware of the two alphas’ thoughts, Jun browsed through some take-out options while Niall brushed his hair for him and Cyrus massaged his waist. From the moment Jun was thrown into this world, he had been swamped by the military academy then stranded on a planet with Niall and Cyrus, so he had yet to find himself any milk tea. 

As if he would forget about his lifeblood, and now was the perfect time to reunite with his one true drink. But why couldn’t he find anything similar? It seemed he would have to resort to making milk tea again.

After ordering some light breakfast for their trio and milk tea ingredients for himself—thank goodness that was still available—Jun reclined against the sofa lazily. Cyrus caressed his cheek and kissed him on the nose, tickling him.

“Stop that.” Jun laughed and pushed Cyrus away. He was trying to watch the news. Niall leaned over and dragged Jun onto his lap, resting his chin on top of his head.

|Uh… Host, is it safe to come out now?| System 00 had been hiding in the corners of Jun’s mind ever since the wedding activities started. Even after all this time, he was impressed by his Host’s two perverts.

|Pfft… Yeah.|

|This system just wanted to say congratulations to the Host! You are now the strongest omega and have completed the Hidden Mission! If you’re lucky, you might trigger a Side Mission!|

|Ok, thank you.|

|Le gasp!!! Dearest Host is actually thanking little ol’ me???|

|…|

|Host? Host? Hello???| 

Ignored again, System 00 went to a corner to brood and grow mushrooms.

On the news, there was an empire-wide announcement regarding Van Windham and Skye Lennox’s upcoming wedding a week from now. Because it was a royal affair, the Marshal and all generals were obligated to attend, and they were allowed to bring their families. There was no way Niall and Cyrus would leave Jun alone at home, so his attendance was also necessary. 

The two alphas were considering applying for a year-long break, maybe even retiring. If their lieutenant generals knew about their thoughts, they would be crying tears of blood. Fortunately, they remained safe from becoming anemics, at least until further notice... 

The front door buzzed and Niall left the sofa to retrieve the take-out boxes and other items Jun bought. With excitement, Jun unpacked his box of goodies and commenced to brew some tea and coffee. A few minutes later, he handed over a fresh cup of black coffee to Cyrus. The tea took a little longer to brew, and he still needed to add creamer and sugar.

Cyrus saw Jun about to pour his milk tea into a cup of ice and stopped him. “Baby, you shouldn’t drink cold things so early in the morning.” He froze when confronted with a pair of adorable pleading eyes. “Ok, maybe just a little is fine…”

Jun pumped his fists and cheerfully poured his milk tea into the glass full of ice, stirring his drink with a spoon. He took a large sip and closed his eyes, satisfied. “Mm… delicious.” 

Iced milk tea early in the morning was a true luxury. Cyrus took a sip of Jun’s drink to taste and made a disgusted face, resulting in Jun holding his stomach with laughter.

“Too sweet,” Cyrus complained and resumed drinking his coffee to wash away the taste. Niall, on the other hand, enjoyed the milk tea Jun prepared for him. He thought it wasn’t too sweet but just right. 

Another week passed in peace. Death, for once, was giving Jun a break and some space to breathe. Soon came the royal wedding between Van Windham and Skye Lennox. Jun invited his mother but she refused, asserting she didn’t want to encounter that evil man, Marshal Linden. 

At the royal estate, the reception was in full session. Young couples danced in the middle of the banquet hall and noble alphas strived to set up political marriages. Then there were people like Jun, who were there merely for the expensive food and to look pretty—er, handsome. Dressed in a simple light grey suit, with his wavy black hair and green eyes, he was the epitome of a young, charming aristocrat. 

Niall nonchalantly fed Jun a piece of fruit. Because it was an important royal event, the reception was being broadcast live for the Empire to see, and this scene had been captured. Netizens were surprised to see the cold-faced General Atlas behave this way and shuddered at the image of that too gentle, doting smile. Rather than being appealing, it was a little creepy. 

General Albert, too, was behaving outside his norm. Although General Albert had an approachable aura and appearance on the surface, in reality, he was colder than General Atlas, who could at least maintain a decent conversation even if he didn’t like you or remembered your name. The General Albert of today was friendly and talkative. With his arm around Jun’s waist, he conversed with people who wanted to win his favor but couldn’t before. 

“My baby is the best. He’s so cute, sexy, and handsome, especially in bed when he lets out these little moans that just makes me so damn hard!”

The people who were trying to win General Albert’s favor and everyone watching the broadcast: “… Nevermind, forget it.” 

Niall sneered at Cyrus and tugged Jun away from that perverted maniac. But the audience and reception attendees didn’t miss that hand rubbing and patting Jun’s ass before giving it a hard squeeze, General Atlas! Just who are you trying to fool? In the hearts of many, the images they had of the two serious and abstinent generals shattered forever. 

Jun rolled his eyes at those two and everyone who saw this couldn’t help but laugh and feel a bit of pity for the young man. Perhaps only he, the strongest omega, was capable of handling the two “strongest alphas.”

At his seat, Skye Lennox was seething with jealousy and anger, incapable of basking in his wedding. That position Rain Linden held was meant to be his! The person on the receiving end of such affections should have been him! Such thoughts seized his mind throughout the reception, and he forgot that in the original plot, Niall Atlas and Cyrus Albert never behaved that way with Skye Lennox.

Van Windham glanced at Skye Lennox, noticing his negative moods and thoughts, and marveled if he had chosen the right partner. Then again, he wanted to be rid of Niall Atlas and Cyrus Albert, so Skye Lennox still had his uses. He was looking forward to the approaching show and gleefully watched Skye Lennox swallow down his entire drink.

Most of the reception attendees were alphas, some were omegas and a few were betas. As for the guards and security detail standing outside, they were all alphas. A few minutes later, a certain scent started spreading in the air, encompassing all of the banquet hall, and chaos ensued. For a dominant omega with 3S grade spirituality like Skye Lennox, his pheromones could drive any alpha below 3S spirituality mad with lust. Even Van Windham, who had taken an inhibitor, was finding it difficult to remain in control.

Although Skye Lennox wasn’t made aware of Van Windham’s plan, he didn’t react negatively and grinned instead. All around him alphas were looking for an omega to vent their desire on. As for the omegas, they were huddled together in a small section. Most were marked and if they were done by an alpha other than the one whose mark they bore, their bodies would undergo rejection, which would be detrimental to their fertility and overall health.

Only three people remained unaffected, watching the event with various reactions. Although he understood it was beyond their control, Jun was disgusted by the alphas and felt sympathy for the omegas.

|Host! Side Mission activated! Protect the omegas from being attacked!|

|I was just about to step in. Nice to have a bonus for my good deed.|

As for Cyrus, whose spirituality recently rose from 2S to 3S, he was staring daggers at Van Windham and Skye Lennox. Due to his upgraded 4S physique, it was unlikely anything would happen to Jun today, but if it did they were dead. Niall,  whose spirituality had jumped two grades from 2S to 4S appeared the worst. 

His nose scrunched up as he covered it with his hand. “What’s with this stench?” 

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A/N: The next chapter is the last of this arc… 🤔 It will be posted regularly on Thursday.