Forced to follow the love line by the plot [Zhongyingmei]

*In the first person, you are Qinghe (the character will be slightly different from the main text)

* about you becoming an omega

*Summary: A hodgepodge story that combines ABO, childhood sweetheart, old love resurgence, online dating, and office romance.

(One)

It's not your first time at the Time Warner Center in New York City.With so many high-end retail outlets here, you'd love to call your sisters on a shopping spree.

That's right, you are a young lady, the only child in your family, and the focus is on being rich.In layman's terms, it is a young and rich woman.

And now, you're sitting at a three-Michelin-starred restaurant called Masa.

You lowered your eyelashes, almost staring at the table made of precious wood in front of you.God knows—you are not interested in Japanese food at all. You once asked the world's number one chef sincerely, is raw sashimi really free from parasites?

But no matter how much your mind wanders, you will eventually return to a century-old problem.

First, you are here for a blind date today.

Number one, you're an Omega.

Even with your head down, you can still feel the scrutinizing cold gaze of the young man sitting across from you.

In this era, there are ABO three genders, Alpha is at the top of the pyramid, Beta constitutes the majority of society, and Omega is the rarest and most precious.

For no other reason——

Alpha has pheromones and susceptibility periods.They have keen five senses and possess many abilities beyond ordinary people, but their spiritual world is easily invaded and manipulated, coupled with occasional susceptible periods, it will only be more difficult for them without omega.

Beta can't smell pheromones, has no susceptibility period, and won't be affected in any way, whether it's physical or psychological.

And Omega, correspondingly have pheromones, they can release pheromones to comfort Alphas and help them maintain the barrier of the spiritual world.As for the so-called estrus period... very few Omega have that kind of thing now.

Because Alpha urgently needs Omega, but the number of Omega is getting smaller and smaller, so now everyone is on a blind date.

……

you sigh.

But the sigh is the sigh, your body still honestly picks up an octopus ball in a small box with a fork, and the sauce is poured on it, which tastes very good.

"Hey, Harry..." you said weakly, "Can we just let it go? After dinner, go back to each house and find your mother! You don't really want to marry me, do you?"

You spoke very fast, and you sounded a little anxious at first, but then Harry tasted a mixture of teasing and self-defeating.

"Forget it?" Harry thoughtfully repeated the words you said, turned on the phone to read the memo, and then put the phone sideways in front of you.

"But we have several places to go," he said.

You felt that his cold tone sounded like he was unwilling to continue, so you decided to strike while the iron was hot.

You smiled slyly and clapped your hands, "It's easy to say! We'll leave the Twin Towers later, and I'll go to the nightclub to have fun, so you can take your favorite female companion to the place we were supposed to go in the memo, no Is it all right?"

"I won't say anything to Aunt Emily, don't worry, even the cold/blooded//military//officials of /Nazi/can't get information out of a steadfast person like me! "You made a zipper gesture near your mouth as you spoke.

But Harry, who was sitting across from you, didn't agree with what you said. He said, "You used the wrong word, you can't describe it that way."

"...but my mother likes you very much," the young boy said again.

Harry's mother, Aunt Emily, is indeed very kind to you in all fairness, and has always invited you to their house to play when you were young, but——

"You don't like me! And don't you think it's a big deal to go on a blind date with your good brother's ex-girlfriend?" You don't understand, how can a talented student like Harry not understand what you mean?

Harry blinked, his blue eyes seemed to be twinkling with stars, very charming.

"But you broke up with him a long time ago." He replied seriously, "So, a blind date is a means of legitimate competition."

艹

Is the smelly man over yet? !

You suppressed the dissatisfaction in your heart and decided to attack in another direction.

"You are only 14 years old, why do you want to get married? Is it really good to give up a forest for a tree?"

Harry didn't answer your question, but said, "You are so resistant to blind dates, I think you still miss your old lover."

you:? ? ?

"Stop talking nonsense!" You were so angry that you quickly forked another octopus ball and put it in your mouth. This was not enough, so she took another rice ball.

To Harry, you look like a little hamster eating with your pouty cheeks.

He couldn't help but think that you are really easy to feed, and you only eat such simple things when you come to the restaurant.

"Peter and I broke up peacefully, and we are in the past tense long ago." Afraid that Harry would not believe it, you added earnestly, "Where there is no grass in the end of the world, why bother to fall in love with a single flower? Besides, when it comes to a husband, it is still a piece of paper." Good job!"

Harry remembers when you were a child, when you passed the flower and bird market, you couldn't forget the little hamster in the cage, and after a long time of trouble, your parents bought you one.

That hamster was white all over, small, less than half the size of a palm, and died when it was squeezed lightly.But you hold the little hamster in the palm of your hand, and look at the little pet with those shining eyes, as if it is as precious and boundless as King Solomon's treasure.

Forget it, you still have to call this white hamster Harry.The reason is that you think the little hamster's cold and cold appearance to you is very similar to your bamboo horse, Harry Osborn.

But that little hamster died somehow, and you were sad for a long time.Harry coaxed you and decided to buy you another one of the same breed, but you were unwilling, tears fell like endless tears, you cried and fell asleep, Harry stared at your red Face, I feel really stupid... But at that time, Harry was most afraid of you crying. He felt that if your tears continued like this, it would be enough to drown the earth.

But he couldn't build Noah's Ark.

But a child is a child, and as time goes by, you gradually stop crying and quietly accept the fact that the little hamster died.

But when you are in junior high school, you will occasionally bring up this matter, and sometimes even when walking home with Harry Peter, you will meet cute cats and dogs on the road and call them Harry or Pete.

Peter has a good temper and will never treat you badly, but Harry really will forcefully resist the urge to beat you every time, because he is not only afraid of you crying, but also afraid of you pretending to be pitiful.

The girl with delicate face had tears in her eyes, and she was lying in front of him with a cute and pitiful look, simply.

He will be defeated every time, don't open your eyes and look at you, lest you don't have thoughts that you shouldn't have in your mind.

...can't think anymore.In short, you were naughty and cute when you were young.

Harry put down his chopsticks, and just nodded slightly when he heard your slightly exaggerated words, not sure if he believed it or not.

He noticed that there was a little sauce on the corner of your mouth, and his eyes softened a little.You came to the banquet wearing a high-end dress, but you actually got sauce on the corner of your mouth when you ate. Should he say you are not mature enough or that you are childish?

Harry pulled out a tissue, leaned forward slightly, and gently wiped off the sauce for you.Your body froze, but you still obediently sat in your position and let him move.

You haven't been this close in a long time, actually—not since you and Peter were together your freshman year.

You obviously didn't want to alienate Harry at first, but...

"Since you don't want to today, we can meet again tomorrow to play together." Harry's words interrupted your thoughts.

After hearing Harry's words, your facial expression became obviously depressed. You are very happy to be accompanied by a handsome guy, but it doesn't mean that you are willing to hang out with a blind date person who has no feelings for you without any grudges!

Harry is fine, but...

Harry seemed to see your doubts, and pretended to smile relaxedly, "Why, you don't really think of me as a blind date, do you? So my place in your heart is so dispensable?"

Listening to what he said, it occurred to you that you and Harry have known each other since birth, and if it wasn't for the difference in gender, you would have known each other a long time ago.

How can I think of him like this?It is estimated that Harry only came here because he couldn't hold back his mother.

"No! You will always be my good brother!" You giggled, "Then it's settled, we'll see you tomorrow! I'll tell the agency that I'm very satisfied with you."

When Harry heard you say the word "good brother", his eyes flickered, as if trying to hide some strange emotion.

He bent his eyes in the next second, with a pure and pollution-free look, "I'm looking forward to it."

You arrive at a nightclub with ease.

The name is very strange, called DEATHANDCOMPANY.It's a, um... a private stress-relief club mainly for women, rich women can buy the company of beautiful boys with money.

Don't get me wrong, it's not because you insisted on coming here, it's because your good sister insisted on doing a game here today, and you didn't know this is a women's decompression club until you came here.

Omega's physique is relatively weak, you rarely come to this kind of place before.When you got out of the car, you touched the pheromone suppression patch on the back of your neck, and you felt that the problem was not serious.

After all, you don't have susceptible periods like Alpha.What's more, you have never had a //estrus// period since you were young. Even the family doctor said that you probably won't have it in this life.

This nightclub is very luxurious, as can be seen from the exterior decoration of the building.The colorful lights are inlaid on the wall, and the names spelled together flicker wildly.

As soon as you walk in, the equally handsome waiter asks softly which private room you have booked.You give a room number, and immediately the young waiter respects you, there is no way, this is the charm of a rich woman.

Before you follow the waiter upstairs, you take a serious glance at how lively the ground floor is.

Is this the adult world?

The rich wives poured all the precious wines on the hair/breast/muscles of the beautiful boys without hesitation, and let the wine soak the men's thin clothes.It is the most seductive when it is not revealed.

Before the service personnel work, if it is Alpha, they will inject/inject/inject themselves with inhibitors for calming down.Therefore, although the pictures in the venue are extraordinarily beautiful every few steps, it is not a big deal.

As long as there is no unlucky Omega//post//love/.

The waiter pointed to you the location of the private room not far away because of an emergency, and then left.

In this kind of place, you feel that the rebellious factor in your blood is boiling up, and you can't help speeding up your pace, and you can go to the private room to enjoy the ultimate happiness after passing a corner.

You walked very fast, and the lights in the corridor were a bit dim, so you didn't see anyone in front of you.

Then suddenly bumped into the opponent's unexpected/hard/hard/body.

!

You don't believe that love is around the corner, Omega's skin is relatively delicate, you immediately gasp in pain and take a few steps back.

You raised your head impatiently, wanting to see who could run into you by such a coincidence.

The next second after seeing the person clearly, you were briefly stunned.

Then he turned his face faster than a book, and immediately put on a flattering expression.

"Hey, Mr. Holmes, why are you here?"

The person here is Sherlock Holmes, your immediate boss.

Honestly, you don't actually have to work at all.After graduating from university, all the classmates are more introverted than one another, only you have the posture of being a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water.

It's not because you are determined not to bow down to money and status, but as for being independent like a fairy... Pull it down!

Just because your family is rich, you can live a lifetime of eating and drinking without working.So when others are too busy, you are still in the dormitory... sleeping until the sun rises.

Maybe it's because the life of squatting at home is very boring. When you accidentally browsed the webpage run by Sherlock Holmes himself, you saw the job advertisement posted by him, and applied immediately.

In fact, you don't think you have any special qualities, and you think that Sherlock may have agreed to your application on a whim.You joined his detective agency and became his errand boy.

but--

You looked up at the tall man in front of you uncertainly, and even began to wonder if you were wrong.

Is this kind of nightclub, this kind of club, the women's decompression club, the place he should come to?Straight men don't—or at least shouldn't—

You played countless thoughts in your mind for [-] rounds. Finally, these different thoughts decided to seek common ground while reserving differences, and then an answer appeared in your mind.

A ridiculous answer that would kill you if Sherlock found out.



Sherlock wouldn't be, would he? !

The more you think about it, the more believable it becomes.In fact, when you went to the detective agency on the first day, you were shocked by Sherlock's inhumanity. You were doubly shocked by the rejection Jasmine received from Sherlock. Miss Dele is also lukewarm.

You are speechless!Thanks to Irene being so enthusiastic about him—Miss Irene Adler/sexy/sensual/voluptuous/voluptuous, even a man can't stand it!If it weren't for your gender restriction, you would have gone to Miss Adler a long time ago.

You secretly scolded Sherlock in your heart for being incomprehensible, but when it was Sherlock's friend John Watson's turn to visit him a few days later, the detective's attitude was still so cold and arrogant, but it had to be said that it softened a lot.Hehe, he's still playing Tsundere.

You knew it then.

Sherlock probably isn't incomprehensible, but rather, he doesn't bother to do that to you and Irene.

Maybe it's a double standard.

Since then, a thought that "Sherlock is not interested in women" has been deeply rooted in your heart, and there is a tendency to intensify.

But now, this idea is completely the appearance of the correct answer.

Hehe, straight men don't come to this kind of place.

You looked at Sherlock in front of you, and suddenly felt embarrassed.This—is it not good to meet Sherlock in this kind of place?He won't shut up, will he?

Before the situation got out of control, you hurriedly said: "Mr. Holmes! Don't worry! I will definitely not tell anyone that you have been here today!!"

Sherlock didn't speak, he always spared words except for necessary explanations.

In his eyes, you are just a noisy bird.

But... he actually smelled the sweet milky scent from this beautiful little nightingale.

Sherlock frowned. It seemed to him that his sense of smell was as never wrong as his brain.In fact, when he walked into this nightclub, it was not that the tip of his nose did not smell the aroma, but the smell was too strong and full of vulgar powdery smell, as if it had just been mass-produced from a chemical factory.

And just now, he was convinced that he really smelled the good smell of milk from the young girl standing in front of him.

The tall black-haired man couldn't help but take a step closer, and the delicate aroma that fell into his senses intensified.This soft and natural fragrance surrounds him. It smells quite harmless, but it feels like a beautiful snake constantly attracting him.

This nightclub had been sprayed with a lot of fragrances. The milky fragrance was so light, he shouldn't have smelled it at first, but... Maybe it was pheromones.

As an adult Alpha, Sherlock's five senses are indeed too sensitive, but he suffered from a serious illness when he was a child, and he has not been able to smell anyone's pheromone since then.

"You wear perfume?" Sherlock asked coldly.He didn't answer what you just said.

You feel very strange.But he rolled up his sleeves cooperatively and sniffed, "No. I never wear perfume."

Omegas can't smell their own pheromones, so you don't know what your own pheromones smell like.You asked Harry once, but he seemed to be unable to explain, so you were frustrated thinking that your pheromones really smelled bad.

"Maybe it's the smell of washing powder?" You looked ignorant of the world.

This delicious milk fragrance has been presumptuously permeating Sherlock's five senses, and slowly, a vague sandalwood fragrance emerged, somewhat diluting the sweetness of the milk fragrance, and becoming moist.

Enveloped by this strange fragrance, even Sherlock was dull for a moment.

He remembered that today is his susceptible period.

And here... it's really noisy.The impatient look on the dark-haired man's face was fleeting. These humans were more boring than he imagined.

These noisy voices are completely harmful to his spiritual realm, not to mention that he doesn't have an omega, so he can only resist by himself.If it wasn't for the investigation, he wouldn't have come here.

Alpha's mental field fluctuated, causing even his blood to boil.Some kind of unspeakable thought gradually rose from the bottom of my heart.

The light in Sherlock's eyes changed, but the light was too dim for you to see clearly.

"No." He said firmly.

you:?

You don't want to just stand in the middle of the corridor like this, you really want to pass him into the sister's private room, but Sherlock is your boss, and you don't want to leave the detective office yet.

Although you only occasionally sit in the office and answer calls from a few citizens, and the murder case is not your turn, but you are quite happy about running errands for Sherlock.

Occasionally answering the phone and listening to gossip, so and so was cheated on and helped raise the son of Lao Wang next door for ten years, so and so and so and so had an affair from school uniforms to wedding dresses and got HIV... directly killed the heart of wanting to fall in love in the bud.

Oh man, it will only affect the speed at which I draw my sword.

Also, you thought Sherlock was kind of cute the time you and Sherlock were helping a little girl find her glowing blue bunny...

So you said, "Well...Mr. Holmes, do you have anything else to do? I suddenly have something to do and I want to go first."

After you said that, you just wanted to walk past him, but he grabbed your arm through your sleeve.

"Are you an Omega? You shouldn't be here." Sherlock said after a moment of silence.

You didn't tell him that you are an Omega when you joined the job. You said you were a beta, mainly because you were afraid that you would be dismissed because of this abo gender.In fact, as long as you don't say that you are o, others really can't see it.

That's why Sherlock said so suddenly, which makes you a little surprised.

But you know you can't fool him.

"Yes, yes," you say, "but I have a date. Thank you for your concern, I'm fine!"

For some reason, your calm appearance actually made Sherlock's heart suddenly become a little restless.

Although most Omegas don't have a ///love//period now, when encountering an Alpha, they will still be easily restrained.

For example, right now there is actually an excellent and mature Alpha standing in front of you, but you are indifferent.Even in this kind of extravagant place, he also showed a relieved expression because he met him.

However, he is in the susceptible period.

Stupid... Sherlock thought to himself.

But you don't know what Sherlock thinks in his heart at all. You think it's because you accidentally broke Sherlock's sexual orientation, which makes him unwilling to let you go just like that, lest you say it everywhere.

You wondered what age it is now, and to reassure Mr. Detective, you said: "Don't worry, don't you believe me? I won't tell others that you actually like men! Now I'm finally I know why you don't like Miss Adler—"

"Huh?" Sherlock interrupted you.

His usual expressionless face has become ugly, and he seems to have made a lot of determination not to use his poisonous tongue to reprimand you severely.

This subordinate who likes to think wildly...

"I don't know why I have unrealistic expectations of you." The black-haired man said, his face was more stern, like an iceberg that would never melt.

Even so, his eyes will become vivid when he speaks a poisonous tongue, "Maybe I was confused by your saddle - I don't like men."

"Are you asexual?" You exclaimed, thinking that Sherlock is indeed a genius. You must know that Da Vinci, one of the three masters of the Renaissance, was also rumored to be asexual.

You have strengthened your determination not to marry. Sure enough, love and love are all fake, which will only affect the speed of self-improvement.

Sherlock seemed speechless, "Whatever you think."

"Then why are you here?"

The black-haired man gave her a condescending look, the arrogance in his blue-green eyes was undisguised, "What do you think?"

"Investigate the case?"

"Not too stupid." Sherlock asked again, "What about you, you came here because - you like men?"

You won't be shy at all, instead you nod your head proudly, "There's no way, city beauties need to have some fun too!"

Sherlock stares at you, as if wondering why you can say that you are a city beauty.

He looked away arrogantly, and sneered, "...the taste is really bad."

You snorted, "At least I have someone to accompany me! Unlike you, who is alone."

"Feelings are just useless things, I don't need them." Sherlock said clearly every word.

You feel that you have nothing to chat with your boss, and you just want to step away, but the door of another private room is suddenly opened, and in desperation, Sherlock quickly drags you into a dark corner where they can't see.

"What are you doing?" You complained, but in the next second Sherlock reached out and covered your mouth.

Sherlock lowered his voice and whispered in your ear: "...don't make trouble."

With his mouth covered, you can only be forced to silence.But what really calms you down is his pheromones—two people are so close, you finally smell his pheromones—

Sherlock Holmes' pheromones taste as cold as snow.

Reminds you of Mount Kilimanjaro, one of the highest human-accessible hikes on Earth*.His pheromone brings a desolate and quiet atmosphere, just like the detective himself, lonely and noble.

The soapy aroma is extremely pure, without even a single trace of impurities.And the faint smell of fir is reminiscent of a forest belt full of falling snow, which arouses people's imagination.

That's weird, I don't know what happened to Sherlock today, since you've never smelled his pheromones before!

I don't know how long it took, but when the corridor became silent again, he finally let you go.

You glared at him indignantly, and Sherlock explained: "You can go. I just threw a super mini recorder on the person who ran out of that private room. I developed it myself. The camera here is also slightly blocked by me. I have done some tricks, and it is estimated that I will be able to hand over the job soon."

You are surprised that such a proud person like him can still say the word "offer", but you are still curious about what kind of case he took without telling you.

Seeing your doubts, he said, "It's a commonplace, investigating small cases of cheating. I didn't want to take it, but he gave too much."

you:? ? ?

You were about to say something, but you noticed that Sherlock's face suddenly turned pale.This is so abnormal!

Your body is faster than your mouth, and you quickly reach out and touch his face.

Sherlock frowned.

"Wow, why is your face so hot!" You quickly withdrew your hands, "You must be sick, right?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Sherlock has always been a person who doesn't like to expose his weakness in front of others.

"Then—are you shy? No way, no way, no way? You were the one who pulled me into his arms just now." You made up the knife on purpose, and sure enough, Sherlock's face turned black .

"Stop being so sentimental. I'm not." Sherlock said stiffly.In fact, he didn't know whether he blushed because he was sick or because he was shy.

You stood on tiptoe and touched his forehead in disbelief, "It's obvious that you're sick, and you're still trying to be brave. I won't play today, so I'll show you kindness and take you to see a doctor!"

You took Sherlock's hand very familiarly, and walked towards the exit of the nightclub.

Sherlock:?

He resisted at first, but... being held by you, he actually felt very at ease.

When you held him by the hand, the faint milky fragrance that had been surrounding him inexplicably not long ago suddenly became stronger, and it began to paralyze Mr. Detective's nerves.He couldn't help but start //thirsty///begging/for more.

— This is not enough.

——Just holding hands like this is not enough.

He needs more.

He wants more.

Sherlock swallowed unconsciously, he felt extremely uncomfortable now, especially the hand that was gently held by you.The skin of the two touched and rubbed slightly as they walked, making him feel as if an invisible flame was passing by slowly.

He/wanted/to put out/the fire, but couldn't.

As time passed, the flames intensified, and it was almost melting the nerve called reason in his mind.

However, in Sherlock's 17-year-old life so far, he has never felt that Alpha's susceptible period will be so difficult.

...what went wrong?

He obviously injected inhibitors when he went out today.

Instinct reacted faster than reason at this moment. When passing by the public toilet, Sherlock grabbed your wrist with his backhand, quickly pulled you in, and closed the door with a bang.

A high-end nightclub is high-end, even the fragrance in the bathroom smells so tasteful.

Of course it will be crowded if two people go in the bathroom!Sherlock stands in front of the door blocking your way.

The warm yellow light shone on the top of both of you, and you immediately felt that Sherlock's snow-like pheromone became more intense, bit by bit eating away the warm scent.

You looked astonished, but when you looked up, you met the blue-green eyes of the black-haired man who were getting wet.

...you are more convenient.

The author has something to say: the abo setting here incorporates a little direction whistle.

*From Baidu