The Crown Prince's Courtesan - Chapter 9 🔞
In truth, Marie was a little surprised to find that, for all the rumors, the club was actually quite wholesome.
Most of the workers here were submissive Omegas, regardless of gender. All of them wore masks, covering their faces. Even the method by which Alpha nobles selected courtesans was far more restrained than expected.
They didn’t grab wrists or drag anyone away. Instead, they sent invitation cards, polite and formal. And every invitation could be declined.
Marie bit her lip, recalling the resolve that had brought her here.
‘In the end… there’s only one way forward.’
She had to find an opening here. She was the bait, and what she needed to obtain through it was the favor of a high-ranking noble. Enough favor to keep the debt collectors at bay.
But such favor would always walk a razor’s edge.
“Alright, everyone’s taken their suppressants, right? A heat would be a disaster in here. Keep your heads straight and follow your training! Come on, now, get in there!”
With her jaw clenched tight, Marie stepped forward and was immediately met by an air thick with pressure.
‘Ugh.’
The club was saturated with Alpha pheromones. Marie staggered inward, overwhelmed, but the other Omegas moved naturally, seemingly unfazed. She clenched her jaw tighter, spine straight, and bit down on the inside of her cheek to keep herself grounded.
Marie Alphrose. You can do this. You won’t waver. You’ve dealt with worse stares than these.
But it wasn’t easy.
Chills ran down her back. Heavy, curious, and appraising gazes clung to her, the eyes of Alphas intrigued by the new courtesan.
‘Disgusting.’
Those suffocating Alpha pheromones. It felt like invisible hands were reaching out to stroke her pale ankle. In normal dynamics between Alphas and Omegas, temptation via scent was natural enough. But this place was different.
There was a quiet, insidious thrill in the air — the desire to test what kind of scent a submissive Omega like her would release under pressure. What reaction she might yield.
Marie had no intention of playing along.
Most of the time, if she said her pheromones were faint due to being a submissive Omega, they accepted it without suspicion. That, at least, she could use.
But it was the moment she turned the corner and passed a certain table.
‘…What is that?’
A chilling shiver ran down her spine.
‘Something’s there.’
From the moment she sensed it, it was as if she’d turned to stone. She couldn’t move her head.
‘…’
She was afraid. Someone with an overwhelming presence was watching her. Even though Marie knew the Omega walking ahead was urging her to hurry up, wondering why she wasn’t following, she couldn’t move a muscle.
It was so strange.
‘Is no one else…?’
No one else could sense this terrifying pheromone?
This pressure wasn’t something a typical Alpha could emit.
‘Ugh.’
It was like a tight net wrapping around her lungs, chilling and unnatural. Her back, hidden beneath her clothes, was already damp with sweat. When she finally managed to turn her head, she saw a man sitting there.
‘Ah.’
The sheer weight of his presence struck like a shadowed dagger. It was unmistakably an Alpha. At that level, could he be a dominant, or… an ultra-dominant? No, surely not ultra-dominant. There was no one like that currently in the Crocus Kingdom who would ever be in a place like this.
‘Then who in the world is he?’
The man seated behind the curtain’s shadow was cloaked in darkness.
All she could see was a pair of long legs elegantly crossed, a sharp jawline, and lips twisted in a sneer. It didn’t even seem like he had released a strong burst of pheromones.
And yet, he was like a hidden blade — impossible to ignore.
‘So… frightening.’
Marie instinctively took a step back, her body faltering. Cold sweat soon threatened to turn into something else — something like… s-xual arousal, coiling low in her abdomen like a snake.
Wait a second.
Her eyes widened.
S-xual arousal? Me?
That would mean… there really is an ultra-dominant alpha here. That’s absurd.
But Marie quickly found it hard to think straight. The spreading pleasure bloomed like feverish petals, foreign and overwhelming, and her breathing grew shallow.
No. Not here—absolutely not here…
She moved as far away from that table as she could. After that, she had no idea how she managed to go through the motions. She was completely disoriented.
At some point, that oppressive presence disappeared. It seemed the Alpha had left. But Marie forced herself not to even react to that.
Only once everything was over did the club’s manager approach and speak. Several Alphas, he said, had expressed interest in the new girl, Marie, and wanted to send invitation cards.
Marie’s eyes wavered as she looked at the cards.
No, not yet. Not now. Even if it might come to that eventually, she wanted to hold out as long as she could.
She shook her head weakly and declined, returning home with an exhausted body. And the moment she collapsed onto her bed —
“Hh…!”
That feverish sensation surged through her.
“Hgh, nn…”
The moment Marie was in a space where she didn’t have to hold herself back, her pheromones poured out unchecked.
“Ahh!”
She let out a breathless cry and clawed at her own skin. Unspent heat simmered violently in her belly, unbearable and thick. Her toes curled, and the damp heat below soaked through her underwear, chilling against her skin.
In the empty house, her heavy, dominant Omega scent spread like smoke and with it came soft, aching moans, echoing into silence.
“Haa, nnngh…”
Her plump thighs squeezed tightly together.
The entrance, slick with dampness, still throbbed with warm heat. It tingled over and over again. Marie, who had never even dared to touch that place with her fingers, gritted through the burning ache and only clawed at her vxrgin skin. She bit into the blanket and let out a fevered breath.
“…What the hell.”
Then the man — that man — came to mind.
The one lurking in the shadows.
The one who had felt like a beast, or a predator.
“What the hell was that?”
No Alpha’s pheromones had ever done this to her before. That’s what made him so terrifying.
