A Problematic Omega Therapist [Interstellar]

Yu Wenshu, the military and political prodigy admired across the stars, became the lowest-ranking Omega on the day he presented. He was assigned to the treatment department, where his job was to use his body to "soothe" out-of-control Alphas. Everyone was waiting to see how the once untouchable beauty would fall. Treatment Patient 1: The newly appointed general Yu Wenshu was pinned against the side of the treatment bed, his shirt slipping off. The general pressed one knee between his legs, fingertips rubbing the gland at the back of his neck. In a hoarse voice, he said, "Forgive the offense. This is only... routine soothing." Yu Wenshu lowered his eyes, his voice gentle and obedient. "Yes, sir." No one saw the flash of satiation beneath his lashes. Treatment Patient 2: His junior from the same department After the session, his junior clung tightly to Yu Wenshu, burying his face in the hollow of his neck and choking out an apology. "Senior... I've soiled you." Yu Wenshu gently patted his back, while silently counting to himself: That's the third time. Why does he cry every time we have a session? Treatment Patient 3: His marshal stepbrother The man removed the sword that represented the highest authority. His gloved fingertips were cold as he lifted Yu Wenshu's chin. "I've wanted to mark you for a long time, darling... little brother." Yu Wenshu was forced to tilt his head back, his eyes glistening. It was just like the pleasure deep inside him, growing wildly as a long-held wish came true. All the Alphas thought they were defiling, desecrating, and humiliating a noble god. Only Yu Wenshu knew the truth: Every time he was surrounded by violent pheromones and scorching body heat, the secret fetishes he'd been trained to suppress since childhood were finally released. He was ecstatic. Later, war broke out across the stars, and the strongest leader of an enemy nation led his troops in an assault on the treatment department. When all the Alphas rushed over in a panic, they saw Yu Wenshu straddling the enemy leader's waist, casually wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. He looked up at the people rushing to the scene, undisguised hunger and excitement in his eyes. "That still isn't enough. Who's next?" He asked softly, like the most forbidden temptation of a god. [Little Extra] Later, at the signing of the ceasefire agreement. Yu Wenshu sat comfortably in the seat of honor, with a row of top Alphas he'd once "treated" below him, including the enemy leader. His stepbrother poured him a drink and asked softly, "After enjoying so many Alphas, who was the best?" 2025/10/09 Theme: Keep hope even when trapped in a desperate situation