Chapter One: After the End of War
Year 5000. The final battle of the Fourth World War ends on Mars.
The United Earth Government officially replaces all former nations, unifying human civilization.
The land is scarred. The cities of the old world turned to ash.
Both technology and human belief must be rebuilt from ruins.
But the cost of peace is silent extinction.
The global birthrate plummets. Two hundred years after the war, only a few hundred thousand babies are born each year.
At first, experts blamed radiation, pollution, trauma.
But over generations, scientists realized—it was something deeper.
A quiet genetic shift. A subconscious surrender.
"Humanity is voluntarily ceasing reproduction," said the Chair of the Government Science Council.
"This is civilization flinching from pain."
To reverse the trend, the government created GENE-6: a drug that alters biological sex and reproductive functions.
It could change the sex of unborn children in the womb.
It could turn men into women, women into men, or render people neutral—depending on the needs of society.
In regions with severe gender imbalance, a policy called Assigned Transition was enforced.
Through medical, legal, and social systems, individuals were encouraged—or compelled—to take conversion therapy.
To restore reproductive balance. To build functional families.
This wasn't just gender transition.
It was evolution.
Supplement: The Gender Reassignment Drug System
By 5200 AD, Earth's society adopted a Dual-Gender Class System and a Drug Classification Law.
Gender and power were no longer bound to traditional anatomy.
There were three drug types:
1. Alpha-M – Male Enhancement Agent
Enhances strength, reflexes, muscular density. Builds warriors, commanders, elite breeders.
Side effect: severe neural chaos. Requires Omega comfort.
2. Alpha-F – Female Enhancement Agent
Awakens strategic thinking, combat capacity, hormonal control, reproductive flexibility.
The ruling class. Has the right to choose partners and reproduction.
3. Omega (Ω Agent) – Feminizing Conversion Drug
Taken by biological males to strip them of masculine traits.
They gain full female reproductive organs and fertility.
Called "degraded males" or "artificial females," registered as Reproductive Supporters.
They're forbidden from joining the military or high-risk jobs.
They live in breeding centers, domestic units, or are assigned as government-partnered companions.
Side effects: monthly heat cycles and menstruation.
Though legally still "male-born," society labels them Ω-humans, a functional gender.
Once the drug is injected and the "Organ Awakening Surgery" is complete, they are tagged as breeding and comfort tools for Alpha partners.
No career. No freedom. No future.
The slogan that began it all:
"Gender is not what you're born with. It's your value to society."
Chapter Two: Delayed Transformation
Ji Hua collapsed again during his 19th simulated battle mission.
His embedded wrist monitor flashed red. The medics couldn't find a cause—just said it was hormonal instability.
But Ji Hua knew.
The suppressant his father had given him... was wearing off.
There was a sharp, hollow ache deep in his abdomen.
A hunger. Ancient. Primal.
That night, Colonel Herman, his training officer, called him to stay and clean the tactics room.
"You did well today," Herman said in his dry, low voice.
"But you look pale."
Ji Hua didn't answer.
He noticed the slight tremble in Herman's fingers.
In that moment, he realized—this strongest Alpha... was also in pain.
Ji Hua reached out and touched his sleeve.
"I'm fine," he lied.
But Herman lowered his gaze, as if relieved.
From that night on, something between them changed.
Scene: First Heat
The training field was nearly empty late at night.
Ji Hua stumbled out of the simulation chamber, drenched in sweat, vision blurring.
But his hearing grew sharper.
Breaths. The ticking of doors. And…
A leftover Alpha scent.
It smelled like fire over steel.
Sharp. Dominant.
He leaned against the wall, fists gripping his uniform.
Breathing faster.
His whole body burned.
He knew what this was.
Not exhaustion. Not stress.
His first heat.
The suppressant had lasted too long.
Now the awakening came violently.
Pain rippled from within.
His organs screaming to be activated.
His knees buckled.
Footsteps.
Colonel Herman.
"Ji Hua?"
The voice was low. Alert.
He approached quickly.
Then froze.
"…You're an Omega?"
His tone dropped.
Instinctively, he released a trace of his pheromones—not to suppress, but to comfort.
Ji Hua's body gave in.
He collapsed into Herman's chest, nose pressed to the officer's collar.
Safe.
For the first time ever—safe.
Herman should've pushed him away.
But he didn't.
He stood there, quietly, hand resting on Ji Hua's back, calm and warm.
Then… the hand slid lower, toward the gland at Ji Hua's spine.
He understood now—
He wasn't disciplining a student.
He was instinctively… comforting an Omega.
It was wrong.
So deeply wrong.
But he didn't stop.
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Chapter Three: The Marked One
He woke up at dawn.
His wristband was glowing red.
The message panel displayed:
> [Identity Update]: Omega confirmed
[Role Revoked]: Military cadet status removed
[Relocation Notice]: Government transport en route. Departure in 15 minutes.
Destination: New Settlement Zone S-9
He didn't open the full message.
He didn't need to.
The military academy would never accept an Omega again—
Not even one who had never lost a match.
Not even one who went into heat only at 25.
Not even one who completed elite training.
To the government, Omega meant one thing: obedience.
Colonel Herman didn't come to say goodbye.
Neither did Apple.
Ji Hua stood at the transport bay, watching the drone doors open.
His wristband blinked, confirming the relocation code.
And that moment—it hit him.
He was no longer a "he,"
Not yet a "she,"
But something else—
Something to be used.
---
New Role Assignment
Ji Hua was designated to comfort a neuro-unstable Alpha.
Usually, Omega-B were passive.
But Ji Hua was classified as Omega-SSS: capable of active comfort and control.
His pairing score was exceptionally high—
Due to years of heat suppression, elite intelligence, and rare hormonal balance.
> [You have entered the High-Priority Pairing List]
Partner Unit: Alpha-Class Combatant R-019
Mental Status: Registered psychiatric risk
Daily Requirement: 2 Comfort Sessions
Note: Alpha displays aggression and neural overheating. Pairing cannot be terminated without clearance.
Ji Hua stared at the cold system message.
His fingers trembled—not from fear, but from a deep, animal intuition.
---
First Meeting
The Alpha sat against the wall.
Eyes like cracked glass.
Breathing unstable.
The walls bore dents from bare fists.
"You're the Omega they sent… to calm me down?"
The man's voice was hoarse, laced with madness—and something fragile.
Ji Hua didn't answer.
He walked forward.
Placed his hand on the Alpha's gland.
Instantly—
The air burst like a chemical chain reaction.
The Alpha's pupils shrank.
He collapsed to his knees, forehead pressing to Ji Hua's abdomen, gasping as if suffocating in his own fury.
Ji Hua froze.
He realized—
The Federation didn't send him here to be protected.
They sent him here to control a weapon.
---
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Chapter Four: Pairing Score
In the Federation, an Omega's pairing score determined their fate—
Measured by hormone stability, psychological resilience, and comfort compatibility.
Ji Hua's score was abnormally high.
Years of heat suppression, tactical intelligence, and endurance had pushed his rating to the top percentile.
So he was paired with a "high-risk Alpha"—
A classified combat unit with severe neural instability.
> [Pairing Confirmed]
Subject: Ji Hua (Ω-SSS)
Assigned Partner: Alpha Combatant Code R-019
Status: Daily Comfort Required ×2
Risk Level: Violent Outbursts, Neurothermal Syndrome
Warning: Pairing cannot be refused or revoked.
Ji Hua's expression didn't change.
But when he stepped into the containment chamber—
He saw him.
An Alpha leaning against the wall, eyes like blades of broken glass.
He looked barely human—held together by rage and chemical restraint.
"You're the one sent to 'soothe' me?"
The Alpha laughed, a sound cracked with madness and desperation.
Ji Hua said nothing.
He stepped forward—
Pressed his hand to the Alpha's gland.
The room ignited.
The Alpha collapsed instantly, body trembling, forehead pressed to Ji Hua's abdomen.
Breath heavy. Raw.
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Chapter Four: Pairing Score
In the Federation, an Omega's pairing score determined their fate—
Measured by hormone stability, psychological resilience, and comfort compatibility.
Ji Hua's score was abnormally high.
Years of heat suppression, tactical intelligence, and endurance had pushed his rating to the top percentile.
So he was paired with a "high-risk Alpha"—
A classified combat unit with severe neural instability.
> [Pairing Confirmed]
Subject: Ji Hua (Ω-SSS)
Assigned Partner: Alpha Combatant Code R-019
Status: Daily Comfort Required ×2
Risk Level: Violent Outbursts, Neurothermal Syndrome
Warning: Pairing cannot be refused or revoked.
Ji Hua's expression didn't change.
But when he stepped into the containment chamber—
He saw him.
An Alpha leaning against the wall, eyes like blades of broken glass.
He looked barely human—held together by rage and chemical restraint.
"You're the one sent to 'soothe' me?"
The Alpha laughed, a sound cracked with madness and desperation.
Ji Hua said nothing.
He stepped forward—
Pressed his hand to the Alpha's gland.
The room ignited.
The Alpha collapsed instantly, body trembling, forehead pressed to Ji Hua's abdomen.
Breath heavy. Raw.
Ji Hua stood still.
And understood.
The Federation hadn't chosen him to survive.
They had chosen him to break someone else.
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Chapter Five Excerpt: Fated Restart
The room was dim.
Colonel Herman sat on the bed, drenched in cold sweat.
Another mental episode—
He'd torn the wall restraints loose again.
The door opened.
It was him.
Ji Hua walked in, calm, holding a pairing device.
A report projected onto the wall.
"You want to know why I'm your assigned comforter?"
Herman looked up.
Fatigue. Suspicion.
"I've seen you before... years ago, at the academy—"
"Fourteen years ago," Ji Hua interrupted, voice sharp.
"When I was fourteen, I was almost sent to you as your match."
Herman froze.
Ji Hua sent the file to his terminal:
> [Match History: Ω Candidate #1029 – Ji Hua]
Match Partner: Col. Herman Zelia
Year: 5214 | Status: Delayed → Reactivated
"It was you..." Herman whispered.
He clutched his head.
Knelt on the ground like the weight of truth crushed him.
"I read your file... and then it disappeared from the surgical list. You escaped."
Ji Hua knelt to meet his gaze.
"No. I delayed my sentence.
You are the period I could never outrun."
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Chapter Six: Obedience Is the Cost of Survival
On the tenth day after surgery, Ji Hua could finally sit up on his own.
Expressionless, he drank a cup of warm water.
His hands still trembled slightly—
But he no longer asked: "Who am I?", "Why am I here?"
Colonel Herman stood across from him, holding a tray of nutrient fluid and hormone stabilizers.
"You need your injection today," he said.
"It's to prevent another neural episode… an Omega-only formula."
Ji Hua nodded.
Raised his arm.
He didn't resist.
Didn't even meet Herman's gaze.
The Colonel froze for a second.
Stared at the pale, passive arm.
"Why don't you fight it anymore?" he asked.
Ji Hua answered quietly:
"Because I know now... I'm just something that belongs here."
"You're not a thing," Herman said sharply.
"You're mine—"
"'Mine' is still possession," Ji Hua cut him off, voice cold as ice.
Herman said nothing more.
Just administered the injection.
The needle pierced skin.
Ji Hua didn't even flinch.
And in that moment, he understood—
**If he didn't resist
Chapter Six: Obedience Is the Cost of Survival
On the tenth day after surgery, Ji Hua could finally sit up on his own.
Expressionless, he drank a cup of warm water.
His hands still trembled slightly—
But he no longer asked: "Who am I?", "Why am I here?"
Colonel Herman stood across from him, holding a tray of nutrient fluid and hormone stabilizers.
"You need your injection today," he said.
"It's to prevent another neural episode… an Omega-only formula."
Ji Hua nodded.
Raised his arm.
He didn't resist.
Didn't even meet Herman's gaze.
The Colonel froze for a second.
Stared at the pale, passive arm.
"Why don't you fight it anymore?" he asked.
Ji Hua answered quietly:
"Because I know now... I'm just something that belongs here."
"You're not a thing," Herman said sharply.
"You're mine—"
"'Mine' is still possession," Ji Hua cut him off, voice cold as ice.
Herman said nothing more.
Just administered the injection.
The needle pierced skin.
Ji Hua didn't even flinch.
And in that moment, he understood—
If he didn't resist, it wouldn't hurt.
If he obeyed, he could survive.
Even if this life... no longer belonged to him.
Chapter Seven: Learning to Love Wasn't a Choice
Their days began to follow a rhythm.
Every morning at 7:00, Herman drove Ji Hua to the Omega Behavioral Adjustment School—
A facility designed for post-surgery Ω-class citizens.
There were no math or history classes.
Only subjects like:
Submission Training
Emotional Regulation
Alpha Connection Techniques
Heat Cycle Management
Ji Hua wore the standard government uniform.
A collar tag around his neck.
Every class break, he walked quietly to the gate.
Herman was always waiting.
Never late.
Like a father picking up his child.
On the way home, the Colonel would hand him Omega energy milk, apply pheromone masking spray,
Even massage his ankles when he was sore from training.
"You're doing well lately," Herman would say gently.
"Your 'Kneeling Posture Balance' class showed great improvement."
Ji Hua wouldn't respond.
He'd just nod slightly.
Because he had learned—
The more obedient he was, the gentler Herman became.
The gentler Herman was, the easier it was to survive.
He never thought he'd one day learn to kneel perfectly
just to be… loved.
At home, the Colonel would let him rest on the couch.
Hold him.
Calm his glands with steady Alpha pheromones.
"You don't need to be afraid," he always said.
"I won't hurt you."
Ji Hua would close his eyes.
Lean into the embrace.
Like a machine slowly shutting down.
He no longer knew if he was loved—
or just properly used.
But he knew—
Herman had mastered the art of controlling through tenderness.
And he had learned how to trade obedience for moments of air.
This was textbook Stockholm syndrome.
Chapter Eight: He's the Only One Who Doesn't Let Me Break
That night, Ji Hua had a fever.
Not from illness—
But from his first official post-surgery heat.
His pheromone levels surged, triggering a cyclical heat fever—
A common Omega side effect.
It required constant Alpha contact: gland-to-gland soothing,
And small doses of emotion stabilizers.
Colonel Herman stayed by his side the entire time.
He barely slept.
Over and over, he changed out cold towels.
Calmed Ji Hua's frenzied glands again and again.
Even unbuttoned his own uniform shirt,
Letting Ji Hua lie against his chest to ease the pheromone pressure.
By dawn, Ji Hua awoke.
He realized he had spent the night curled up in Herman's arm,
His fingers gripping the Colonel's uniform like he was afraid to let go.
Herman opened his eyes. His voice was hoarse.
"Are you okay?"
Ji Hua didn't answer right away.
He simply looked into Herman's eyes—
And suddenly felt a terrifying sense of familiarity.
This man… was the first face I remembered after the surgery.
The first to inject him.
To feed him.
To forgive him when he called the wrong name.
He didn't even remember "himself" first—
He remembered him.
And in that moment—he wasn't afraid anymore.
"Herman... will you always be here?"
Herman reached out and gently stroked his hair.
"As long as you want me to be," he said.
Ji Hua nodded slightly.
A faint wetness gathered at the corner of his eyes.
But it wasn't from pain.
Maybe... I could just live here.
Not go anywhere. Not chase freedom. Not fight back.
As long as someone is here to hold me, check my temperature, pick me up from school…
Maybe… this could be a life that 'belongs to me'.
Chapter Nine: The Fated Don't Run
The door was no longer locked.
Ji Hua knew it—truly wasn't.
He sat on the edge of the bed, watching the wall display switch from red to blue.
That meant the Colonel had shut off the monitors, disabled the scent controls.
It was his first real choice.
But Ji Hua didn't move.
He didn't run.
Didn't shout, protest, or break down.
He only lowered his gaze.
Looked at the faint red mark on his wrist—
Where the
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Chapter Eight: He's the Only One Who Doesn't Let Me Break
That night, Ji Hua had a fever.
Not from illness—
But from his first official post-surgery heat.
His pheromone levels surged, triggering a cyclical heat fever—
A common Omega side effect.
It required constant Alpha contact: gland-to-gland soothing,
And small doses of emotion stabilizers.
Colonel Herman stayed by his side the entire time.
He barely slept.
Over and over, he changed out cold towels.
Calmed Ji Hua's frenzied glands again and again.
Even unbuttoned his own uniform shirt,
Letting Ji Hua lie against his chest to ease the pheromone pressure.
By dawn, Ji Hua awoke.
He realized he had spent the night curled up in Herman's arm,
His fingers gripping the Colonel's uniform like he was afraid to let go.
Herman opened his eyes. His voice was hoarse.
"Are you okay?"
Ji Hua didn't answer right away.
He simply looked into Herman's eyes—
And suddenly felt a terrifying sense of familiarity.
This man… was the first face I remembered after the surgery.
The first to inject him.
To feed him.
To forgive him when he called the wrong name.
He didn't even remember "himself" first—
He remembered him.
And in that moment—he wasn't afraid anymore.
"Herman... will you always be here?"
Herman reached out and gently stroked his hair.
"As long as you want me to be," he said.
Ji Hua nodded slightly.
A faint wetness gathered at the corner of his eyes.
But it wasn't from pain.
Maybe... I could just live here.
Not go anywhere. Not chase freedom. Not fight back.
As long as someone is here to hold me, check my temperature, pick me up from school…
Maybe… this could be a life that 'belongs to me'.
Chapter Nine: The Fated Don't Run
The door was no longer locked.
Ji Hua knew it—truly wasn't.
He sat on the edge of the bed, watching the wall display switch from red to blue.
That meant the Colonel had shut off the monitors, disabled the scent controls.
It was his first real choice.
But Ji Hua didn't move.
He didn't run.
Didn't shout, protest, or break down.
He only lowered his gaze.
Looked at the faint red mark on his wrist—
Where the restraints used to be.
"So I'm not actually caged," he whispered.
"I just have nowhere left to go."
It wasn't the door holding him back.
It was the world.
His identity, physiology, match record, compatibility rating, hormone logs, DNA code—
All embedded in the federal database.
Like a lab specimen built for reproduction.
And even if he did leave—what then?
The government would just rematch him.
Reassign him.
Re-classify him.
There was no escape.
Colonel Herman stood in the doorway, eyes unreadable.
"Why didn't you leave?"
Ji Hua raised his eyes, voice calm:
"Because in here... and out there... it's no different."
Then he turned around.
Lay back down on the bed.
Back facing the man who had once been his teacher,
And now—his warden.
"You don't need to pretend anymore," he said.
"This is where I belong—at least according to the system."
Chapter Ten: Day of Transformation
The lights in the medical pod were cold and white,
like a sterilized chamber before slaughter.
Ji Hua lay on the operating table.
Both arms restrained.
His heartbeat echoed through the machines,
transmitted into the observation room behind glass.
Colonel Herman stood there—
Dressed in a white military uniform,
Alpha insignia shining on his chest.
He wasn't family.
He wasn't a doctor.
He was the official pairing representative,
Required by law to authorize the operation.
Right before the procedure began,
Ji Hua's eyes met his for a brief moment.
"Why are you here?" he asked.
Herman answered quietly,
"Because I am your designated stability receiver."
Ji Hua gave a bitter smile.
"So you didn't come to see what I'd become—
You came to confirm I'm finally usable."
The robotic arms lowered.
Hormonal injectors pierced into his veins.
His whole body jolted violently.
At that moment, his pheromone structure began to unlock—
Omega glands, uterine modules, pleasure nerve circuits—
All activating layer by layer.
Herman never looked away.
As if witnessing a sacred rebirth.
What he didn't know was—
This memory would forever burn in Ji Hua's mind:
You are not my savior.
You are the one who watched me fall into the abyss.
Chapter Eleven: The Price of Being Loved
On the tenth day after surgery, Ji Hua was finally able to sit up on his own.
Expression blank,
He finished a cup of hot water,
His hands still trembling slightly.
But he no longer asked,
"Who am I?"
"Who are you?"
"Why am I here?"
Herman stood across from him,
Carrying the usual nutrient fluid and hormone stabilizers.
"Today requires an injection," he said.
"This will prevent another neural breakdown… it's an Omega-only formula."
Ji Hua nodded.
Raised his arm silently.
He didn't even look Herman in the eyes.
Herman hesitated.
Staring at the pale arm, he asked,
"Why don't you resist anymore?"
Ji Hua replied softly,
"Because I know I'm already… something that belongs here."
"You're not a thing!" Herman said urgently.
"You're mine—"
"'Mine' is still a form of ownership," Ji Hua cut him off.
His voice as cold as ice.
Herman said no more.
He lowered his head and administered the injection.
The needle went in.
Ji Hua didn't even flinch.
In that moment—he understood completely:
If you don't struggle, it doesn't hurt.
And if you obey, you survive.
Even if this life… no longer belongs to yourself.
Chapter Twelve: Love Is Not a Choice, It's a Task
Their lives had taken on a new rhythm.
Every morning at 7 a.m.,
Colonel Herman would escort Ji Hua to the Omega Behavioral Adaptation School—
A center specifically designed for individuals
who had completed Omega organ activation.
There were no math, language, or history classes.
Only:
Body Submission Training
Emotional Release Techniques
Alpha Bonding Skills
Heat Cycle Coping Strategies
Ji Hua wore the government-issued uniform,
an identification collar around his neck.
After every class,
He would walk toward the vehicle door on his own—
Herman was always waiting outside.
Never late.
Like a father picking up his child after school.
On the way home,
The colonel would buy him Omega nutrient milk,
apply scent-blocking perfume,
and gently massage his ankles sore from the day's training.
"You've been doing well lately,"
Herman said warmly.
"The instructor says you've improved a lot in 'Kneeling Balance'."
Ji Hua didn't reply.
He only nodded slightly.
He knew—
The more obedient he was,
The gentler Herman became.
And the gentler Herman was,
The easier it was to survive.
He never thought that one day—
He'd be learning how to kneel perfectly,
just to make someone love him.
Back at home,
Herman would have him sit on the couch,
Hold him gently,
and soothe his worn-out glands with Alpha pheromones.
"You don't have to be afraid. I won't hurt you,"
He always said this.
Ji Hua closed his eyes,
resting quietly in that embrace,
Like an Omega program slowly shutting down.
He didn't know if this was love—
Or just careful usage.
But he knew one thing:
Herman had learned to wrap control in tenderness.
And he himself had learned—
How to trade obedience for a breath of freedom.
This was classic Stockholm Syndrome.