His Pheromones

After dressing up as a female Alpha, she was blocked in the equipment room by a bamboo horse. With red eyes, he handed over the suppressant: "Help me..." I reached for it tremblingly, but he held me down. Hot breath sprayed on the side of his neck: "What are you pretending to be? During the last susceptible period, your drawer was full of photos of me." "Now you say you won't use inhibitors?" I looked down at the Omega-specific inhibitor in my hand, and then at the red corners of his eyes. Damn it, it seems like... I really don't know how to use it. . . . .