(Phil's POV, referring back to ch 3)
Ah fok… was that my 3840th time breaking a sample? why is it aphrodisiac out of all the weird things he make! actually, I should be glad it isn't something like an acid that can make a hole in the earth.
I took my supplements, but why isn't it working?!
[Ari: "This is a special aphrodisiac that won't be stoped unless you do it!"]
fok… don't push some cliche into my life!
By the way, when did I walk up to a brothel? actually, this is the slum, the whole street is a… f*ck.
...…..
I don't remember what happens after that…
Lets say I found myself in one of the rooms with a worker… and then…
"Um… you know I'm an alpha, right?"
"Yes? with all the pheromones you're releasing right now, even a beta will sense it."
"You're an omega, right?"
"Can't you smell my pheromones?"
"But why… are you the top?"
"Well, some customers want something new? and there's also costumers who wants to be tried getting topped by an omega?"
"But I don't think I said I was one of those customers, actually, did I even say that I will be your costumer?"
"Hmm… did you?"
"Didn't I ask the question?"
"Ah, I don't really care if you don't pay me, I'm really craving spicy fried chicken right now."
"…" um… "HELP MOMMY-"
....
That's what happened… my first… Ah… sh*t.
"f*ck me."
"I mean… if you want me to again?"
"Why are you still here?!?!"
"This is my workplace?"
Mommy…