RL Chapter 66

 (M) Chapter 66 - Saved!

Resonance 9, Part 2

Novel Title: 共鳴劣情 オメガバース (Resonance Lust: Omegaverse)

Author：岩本薫 (Iwamoto Kaoru)

Illustrator: 蓮川愛 (Hasukawa Ai)

Translator: K (@kin0monogatari)

Protagonists: 本浄天音 (Honjou Amane) & 苅谷煌騎 (Kariya Kouki) / 首藤煌騎 (Shutou Kouki)

*Please read at knoxt.space, the original site of translation. TQ*

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⚠️TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains depictions of sexual assault. Readers’ discretion is advised.

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Confirming that the man had lost consciousness from the successive blows to his vital points, Kouki let out a breath. He picked up an army knife that had fallen to the floor and glanced toward the first floor. The patrons below were absorbed in their revelry, completely oblivious to the events upstairs.

(Alright.)

Standing before the door, he rapped three times—knock, knock, knock. No response. He repeated the three knocks. But still, there was no reaction. Gripping the doorknob, he twisted it forcefully. Confirming that it was locked, Kouki began kicking the door with loud, relentless thuds.

“Open the door!”

The persistent pounding finally prompted a response. The door opened with a click. From the narrow gap, a thick scent of mingled omega and alpha pheromones wafted out.

“Damn, what is it? I’m busy—”

The long-haired man who opened the door, grumbling, trailed off when his eyes landed on Kouki. He muttered, suspiciously, “Who are you?” Ignoring the question, Kouki pushed the man aside with a shove to the chest. Brushing past him, Kouki stepped into the room, frowning at the chaotic clash of red and black hues and the oppressive mix of pheromones that seemed to reverberate off the walls. His breath caught at the sight before him.

“...!”

On the black leather sofa, Honjou Amane lay face down, completely naked. A man wearing spectacles sprawled over Amane’s pale back, while another man—blond-haired with a buzz cut—was thrusting his dick into Amane’s mouth. There was a look of ecstasy plastered across his face.

The instant Kouki saw Amane being assaulted by the alpha rapists, his grip on his rationality snapped.

“Hey, who the hell are y—”

Before the long-haired man behind him could finish his question, Kouki swung his elbow backward without looking, driving it into the man’s face.

“Gah—!”

The elbow struck squarely, breaking the man’s nose. He let out an incoherent scream, stumbling backward. Blood dripped heavily from his nose. When he looked at his blood-covered hands, he shrieked, collapsing onto the floor in shock. Ignoring the bloodied, dazed man, Kouki strode toward the sofa.

First, he grabbed the tattooed shoulder of the blond-haired man and roughly yanked him away from Amane, throwing him backward. Without pause, Kouki seized the man with the glasses by his shirtfront and delivered a powerful punch to his face. The glasses shattered with a crack, and the man was sent flying into a round table, toppling chairs as he hit the floor. A dry, hard thud echoed as his head struck the floor. The man didn’t move again.

“What the hell are you do-?!”

Turning toward the shrill voice, Kouki saw the blond-haired man staggering to his feet. Riled up by the palpable murderous intent radiating from Kouki, the blond-haired man clenched his fists, adopting a fighting stance.

“You wanna go? Just so you know, I used to box!”

“...”

Apparently not bluffing, the blond threw left and right punches at Kouki as he silently closed the distance. His punches were sharp, with minimal wasted movement, and Kouki carefully narrowed the gap between them while evading.

“Damn it—!”

When the blond launched a wide swing, Kouki ducked to avoid it. Taking advantage of the man’s overextended motion, Kouki swiftly moved behind him and delivered a side kick to his back. As the blond stumbled forward, falling to his knees, Kouki stomped down on his Achilles tendon with all his weight. There was a sharp snap, and the blond screamed, writhing in agony on the floor. Paying him no further attention, Kouki rushed back to the sofa.

“Honjou-san, are you okay?”

“...”

Amane slowly raised his face from where it had been pressed down. His tear-streaked, sweat-soaked face was stained with other fluids—evidence of the assault. The sight sent a sharp pain shooting through Kouki’s chest.

His worst fears had been realized. Likely, the building’s suppressant system had failed, leaving Amane vulnerable to a heat cycle. Overwhelmed by the omega pheromones Amane emitted, the alphas had become nothing more than wild beasts.

(If I’d arrived sooner, I could’ve spared him this pain.)

Grinding his teeth in frustration, Kouki spoke with deep regret.

“I’m sorry I was late. But it’s okay now. You’re safe. I promise—it’s okay now.”

He kept speaking soothing words, hoping to bring even a sliver of comfort. Amane’s lips moved faintly.

“...”

Though Kouki couldn’t make out what he said, he leaned closer. Barely audible, he caught a whisper: “...get away.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that.”

“Get away.”

Kariya Kouki repeated the word suspiciously, only to be pushed away with surprising strength by Amane. Amane, unsteady but determined, wobbled to his feet from the sofa.

"Don't!"

The shout came from Kouki, louder than he'd intended.

"You shouldn't get up so suddenly!"

When Kouki tried to steady him, Amane roughly swatted his hands away and started walking, his steps faltering.

"Honjou-sa—"

Kouki’s words trailed off as Amane brushed past him. When Kouki turned around to follow with his gaze, he froze in shock. 

The man with the glasses, who had regained consciousness at some point, was now facing off against Amane.

The man glared at Amane with a bloodshot, half-lidded gaze, muttering incomprehensible curses under his breath.

“...Mocking me... Damn it... Stupid omega... Damn you…”

Amane’s shoulders twitched at the words. Though his stance had been unsteady, strength returned to his posture as he straightened his back. In one swift motion, his pale body spun gracefully. His bare heel traced a beautiful arc in the air and struck the man with the spectacle square in the jaw.

“...Ugh!”

The man, hit by the spinning kick, flew back several meters, slamming violently into the wall. His eyes widened in shock, and for a moment, he remained pinned there. Eventually, he slid down to the floor, his legs giving way. As he crumpled, the bent frames of his glasses clattered to the floor with a metallic sound.

(Incredible...!)

Kouki was so focused on Amane that he hadn’t even noticed the man with the glasses gaining consciousness before. Yet, despite being dazed from the heat, Amane had sensed the danger. If not for him, Kouki might have been taken off guard and overpowered.

Awestruck by his partner’s resilience and feeling a surge of gratitude, Kouki’s attention snapped back as Amane suddenly swayed. The spinning kick had drained the last of his strength. With his eyes closed, Amane leaned back, his body slowly collapsing toward the floor.

“Watch out!”

Kouki dashed forward and caught Amane in his arms just before he hit the ground. A jolt of electricity seemed to shoot through him at their contact, and Amane’s body trembled violently. His skin reacted to the resonance of shared arousal between them. Kouki gently laid him on the floor. 

Amane opened his eyes slightly, his voice weak and strained.

“My pills... they’ve worn off…”

His fragmented words made him seem like a lost child. Kouki’s chest tightened with a painful ache.

(I love this person—so strong yet fragile. He’s just balanced enough on the edge of defiance and vulnerability.)

“I understand. You don’t need to say anything more,” Kouki reassured him.

Positioning himself over the prone Amane, Kouki braced his hands on either side of him. He leaned down toward Amane’s crotch, his gaze fixed on the erect member before him. A bead of clear liquid glistened at the tip, which Kouki licked away with his tongue. Amane’s body jolted.

“Kariya…?” 

Amane’s voice quivered. It was rare and unsteady as he called his name.

“Hey... what are you... doing…-”

“Be quiet. Just focus on feeling good.”

Commanding softly, Kouki slowly took the trembling shaft into his mouth, starting with the head. His tongue circled the smooth surface, lapping up precum. He ran the tip of his tongue along the rim of the glans, teasing the sensitive groove beneath it.

“...Ah... nn…”

Amane let out a quiet gasp.

Kouki wrapped his tongue around the slender shaft, using his lips to stroke upward. Simultaneously, he pressed his lower teeth gently against the frenulum as he moved, drawing a sweet, shivering moan from Amane.

“Ah... ah...”

From beneath his lashes, Kouki glanced upward to see Amane’s beautiful face. His almond-shaped eyes were misty with tears, his red lips parted wantonly. The sight of Amane, lost in pleasure, spurred Kouki to take him deeper. 

He tightened his throat around the head of Amane’s dick and applied pressure to its base with a ring formed by his fingers.

“Ha... ha…”

Amane’s breaths grew shallow and his entire body trembled more intensely. It was clear he was approaching his climax. Just as Kouki braced himself for the moment—

“...Nn... ah... I... I’m... coming—”

With a feeble cry, Honjou Amane released his essence. The forceful jets hit Kouki's throat and he swallowed them with a gulp. The unique, pungent blend of rawness and bitterness danced on his taste buds.

It was the second time Kouki had tasted Amane’s semen and he didn’t find it unpleasant. In fact, the thought of making a part of Amane his own filled him with quiet joy.

“Hah... hah…”

Pulling away from Amane’s crotch, Kouki leaned up and pressed his lips gently against Amane’s, who was still panting and dazed.

“Mm…”

He softly pecked at the defenseless lips, letting the contact linger before regretfully pulling away. Amane, still hazy from the afterglow, blinked slowly before answering Kouki’s question.

“Have you calmed down a bit?”

“...Ah,” Amane replied, blinking a few more times as his voice regained some strength. He seemed to be stabilizing now.

Kouki, satisfied with this assessment, asked, “Do you have a spare pill with you?”

“In the pocket of my black jacket... but it’s not in this room. Those guys took my jacket and shoes.”

“Understood. Stay here and wait,” Kouki said as he stood up, heading toward the corner of the room where the blond-haired thug was sobbing quietly.

The blond-haired guy, noticing Kouki standing over him, raised his tear-streaked, snot-smeared face. Though the man was undoubtedly in agony with a torn Achilles tendon, Kouki felt no sympathy. Considering all the atrocities he had committed, including forcing Amane into oral acts, Kouki thought he deserved commendation for sparing his life.

“Where’s his jacket?” Kouki demanded.

“S-somewhere... Please, it hurts... Help me…” the blond begged, clinging to Kouki’s leg.

Grabbing the man’s tank top, Kouki yanked him upright and forced him to look up. His voice was cold and sharp. “Where is it?”

“In... the next room…”

The blond-haired man’s trembling voice gave the answer. Without hesitation, Kouki delivered a precise knife-hand strike to the man’s neck. The blond convulsed briefly before his eyes rolled back and he fell unconscious. Kouki didn’t feel obligated to ease his suffering. But the man’s incessant sobbing had become too annoying to tolerate.

Kouki exited the room and checked the body of the man with cornrows lying unconscious in the hallway. In the man’s pants pocket, Kouki found a keychain. He approached the door to the adjacent room and began testing the keys one by one. On the fourth attempt, he unlocked the door and entered.

The room was decorated in black and yellow. On the leather sofa, he spotted Amane’s jacket, shoes, and tie scattered carelessly. Gathering them into his arms, Kouki returned to the red-and-black room. By the time he came back, Amane had managed to pull on a pair of pants.

“They were in the next room,” Kouki said, setting the retrieved items down before picking up a bottle of mineral water from the bar counter. He handed the clothes and water to Amane.

“Thanks,” Amane said as he retrieved a pill case from the jacket pocket. He popped a pill into his mouth and swallowed it with a gulp of water.

“...Phew…”

Wiping his damp lips with the back of his hand, Amane murmured, “...I’ll be fine now.” His voice carried relief, which allowed Kouki to feel a sense of calm as well. Amane still had a faint flush on his face and appeared slightly sluggish. But Kouki trusted the pill would soon suppress his Omega pheromones.

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*Translator’s Note: They deserve more than just a beating. They should be crippled and had their dicks cut off! -K

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Next update: 2025.03.08

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