Chapter 4

He staggered backward heavily and blinked blankly.

What is this...?

The familiar corridor appeared in his blurry vision. It took some time to comprehend what had just happened.

As he blinked and lowered his gaze, he saw two identical faces glaring at him from a considerably lower height. Seeing the scattered fragments on the floor, Greyson realized these insolent fellows had hit his head with, of all things, a flower vase.

"You two..."

"..."

Just as he was about to ask what the hell they were doing, both of them simultaneously lunged at him. From the sudden impact, he lost his balance and fell backward. With a thud, one of the twins immediately climbed on top of him as he collapsed.

"You bastard, how dare you look down on us!"

As the man sitting on top of him spoke while breathing heavily, the other twin spat out harshly.

"Did you think you'd get away with doing that to us? You fucking bastard, you won't be able to walk out of here today."

He was holding another piece of pottery in his hand.

Ah, please.

Greyson grimaced, but he already knew well what would happen next. As he turned his head to the side, the pottery fell on him, and then the twins, after confirming Greyson had gone limp, each grabbed one of his long legs and dragged him somewhere.

Ah, damn.

Looking at the swaying ceiling with his heavy eyelids slightly raised, Greyson thought. I should have brought Alex.

With the final thought that he should have just told them to pair up with Alex, he completely lost consciousness.

***

"Ugh."

With a low groan, Greyson regained consciousness. Just as he tried to raise his body while feeling one side of his head ringing, suddenly there was a 'click' of metal and his arm was unstably pulled. When he raised his gaze, he confirmed that his wrists were handcuffed and connected to the bed post. The other wrist was the same. Only then did he reluctantly acknowledge the fact that he was bound to the bed.

"What kind of play is this supposed to be?"

Greyson asked one of the twins who was hurriedly taking off his pants. His voice was full of laughter. As if finding this whole situation hilarious. Then the other one who had already thrown off his clothes crawled on his knees to Greyson's face and spat out roughly.

"Can't you tell? You need to take responsibility for making us like this."

His small, cute member was fully erect and dripping wet. His behind was probably the same. No, it must be much worse.

Hiss, hiss, making irritating breathing sounds, one of the twins clung to Greyson's lower body. With trembling hands, he fumbled with Greyson's belt buckle while cursing.

"Show us your dick, you fucking bastard. Get ready to have it squeezed all night long."

His labored breathing and shaking shoulders seemed to indicate he was out of his mind with excitement. Conversely, it was rather surprising that he was maintaining even this much rationality at the moment. After all, despite being doused with the pheromones Greyson had deliberately released, the twins were still speaking and moving of their own will. Though it seemed that wouldn't last much longer.

Watching them refuse to give up despite repeatedly slipping due to their pheromone-soaked hands being unable to move properly, Greyson smiled faintly.

"How cute, you two. Thinking you can rape me."

"Shut up, you fucking bastard!"

"D-don't act tough, y-you can't do anything anyway!"

The twins shouted alternately. Though their voices had lost their composure, Greyson remained completely relaxed even in this situation. Even though he was at an overwhelmingly disadvantageous position with his movements restricted by the handcuffs, his continued smile rather made the twins anxious. What was going on?

Something must be wrong, doubt briefly raised its head, but they quickly denied it. Greyson couldn't do anything. What could he do while bound like that? The most he could do was release pheromones in anger.

Only, but.

The pheromone scent that always lingered around him grew stronger. A dull, heavy energy slowly crept into the twins' skin. The twins froze in surprise. A chill ran down their spines. It felt like every hair on their bodies was standing on end. A strange sensation that numbed their reason with every breath they took deep into their lungs. Even in their pheromone-intoxicated state, they instinctively felt fear.

Greyson might kill us.

Looking at them as they hesitated, their earlier cursing and aggressive demeanor gone, Greyson spoke.

"Alright, fine."

He continued in a leisurely tone.

"If you want to play, I'll play with you."

At that moment, the twins saw it. Greyson's purple eyes turning golden.

* * *

At the blaring sound of sirens, the running cars came to an immediate stop. Several fire trucks drove in line through the cars that remained motionless as if time had stopped.

"Damn bastards, if they want to play, they should just do that, why start a fire?"

As someone grumbled with a curse, short grumbling sounds followed from here and there as if in agreement. It had been just minutes ago when they received the report of a fire at a large mansion located in the outskirts, far from the main road.

<At first I just saw smoke, but now... damn, flames are shooting up!>

They decided to respond urgently by tracking the GPS of the caller who was too flustered to explain properly. But the cause of the fire they learned while driving there left them more than deflated.

Everyone's motivation was completely crushed when they learned the disappointing explanation that the fire had spread while setting off fireworks, and what everyone had been doing at the mansion at that time.

"A pheromone party, isn't that just them having group sex?"

Someone burst out in frustration. Complaints followed from here and there.

"Doesn't that house have private firefighters? I thought extreme Alphas were rolling in money, but they didn't even hire firefighters."

"We'll end up using water the same way anyway. If the fire spreads, it'll become our job in the end."

"Those bastards, doing such dirty things and then having the nerve to call us after starting a fire."

Though everyone was clearly irritated, they couldn't refuse to respond. Whether extreme Alphas or not, they were still citizens, and it's not like they wouldn't die in a fire. However, since this kind of response wasn't exactly pleasant, the team leader let them curse with grim faces here and there.

Probably no one here was unaware of extreme Alphas' pheromone parties. Extreme Alphas, a globally rare trait, develop brain abnormalities when pheromones accumulate. To prevent these side effects, they need to regularly release pheromones, and pheromone parties are what they hold to facilitate this act. In other words, extreme Alphas in the same situation take turns hosting parties to create opportunities for group pheromone release.

Though it's described as a 'pheromone release gathering,' it's ultimately no different from a promiscuous sex party. Omegas or Betas who willingly come to have sex with extreme Alphas spend a night of frenzy, tangling with partners indiscriminately. Everything needed for sex, including drugs and alcohol, is abundantly available. It was common for the police to be called or firefighters to be summoned like this when they got out of hand there.

This time too, they were sweating it out driving down the road because of an accident caused by someone high on drugs. Naturally, they couldn't be in a good mood.

"Over there!"

Everyone looked in the direction of someone's shout. At that moment, tension spread through the air. Black smoke was rising into the sky, forming a massive column. The team leader who was driving pressed the accelerator further, increasing the speed. The engine let out a low, rough sound as the vehicle lurched forward.

Weeeeee, weeeeeeeee!

As the fire truck passed, cars on the road hurriedly moved aside. The fire truck raced down the road with its massive body through the gap. The heavy wheels made a thunderous noise as they pressed down on the asphalt, and the flashing emergency lights flickered like flames.