In ordinary times, Lola requires no superfluous pheromones, for her estrus has concluded, and her corporeal state is now stable. Sex pursuits have become rather inconsequential to her.Caesar denied her request to attend school and presented her with a silver-handled, gleaming fruit knife. Crestfallen, Lola retreated to her room, using the silver fruit knife to neatly slice the rosy apple into small pieces, consuming them at a leisurely pace.The apple was exceedingly sweet, a flavor Lola had never encountered in the prime minister-president. Some dumb expert had advised that stimulating flavors could incite instability. Consequently, the fruits and vegetables within the manor were tasteless, inducing a sense of asceticism.Lola meticulously carved the apple into near-identical little cubes, ingesting them like a hamster until her cheeks bulged. Head bowed, she chewed vigorously.Such sweetness, the kind she longed to share with all her friends.On the other side, Caesar observed Lola

Caesar personally pulled Mr. Barber, who had swallowed a bellyful of water, from the icy lake and helped Lola up from the ground, who was covering her tailbone and groaning. A part of Lola's skirt was torn, and the back of it was covered in dirt. Her hair was a bit messy, and the carefully designed honey-brown curls that once made her look like a little princess now made her look like a runaway princess. Other than that, Lola had no discomfort. By comparison, Mr. Barber, who had been accurately kicked into the lake, was much more unfortunate. At his age, having fallen twice and then kicked into the lake, drinking half a bellyful of water, it was not easy. Fortunately, it was only a brief faint. When he was rescued, Mr. Barber was still muttering, "...Oh God, what is that thing..." Lola remained silent, obediently following behind Caesar, like a squirrel hiding behind a tree stump, trying to tuck the hem of her skirt inwards to avoid exposure. Arthur also came over. His mother had o

Caesar is not presently in a heat period; separated by such a vast distance, it is implausible for him to discern or be beguiled by the scent of an Omega.However, at this moment, Caesar thinks his heat period has arrived prematurely. Despite the great distance that separates him from Lola—so far that it surpasses human olfactory perception—he perceives her scent as if she were nearby.The glass on the table is empty, and Caesar wishes it to be filled with ice-cold water. Darkness encroaches as he remains motionless, confined and restrained by his military uniform and belt, enveloped and bound.The light from the screencasts upon Caesar, as if projecting the silhouette of the girl onto his embraceMoments ago, the indistinct radio receiver suddenly becomes clear, and a moist, sweet voice emerges in his ear. Caesar sits upright, hands clasped together, his expression impatient, as he listens to the breaths and whispers emanating from the headset."...Caesar, fuck me...""Ah...Admiral,

To this day, Lola is still unable to determine Caesar's tolerance and bottom line. He is so concerned about her race that even the physiological feedback is suppressed.Lola once despised herself for being an Omega, she hated and resisted the effect of pheromones on the body. Now, she finally clearly feels the benefits brought by the pheromones. What Caesar left was rapidly flowing and transported in her blood, like basking in the sun on a winter blanket, the painful nerves no longer screaming, so comfortable as if drinking a cup of hot cocoa in the snow.She desperately needed to get out of this cage, but unfortunately, Caesar did not show Lola any tenderness this time.Lola sat on the bed, released her grip, and extended her beautiful feet with diamond-tipped nails. She tilted her face slightly and looked at Caesar, asking, "Don't you need my help?"Caesar finally approached Lola, gripping the back of her neck, and asked, "Do you think I am a beast swayed by desire?"Lola admitted t

The cold night wind blew, and in the distance, faint car lights flickered like ghostly fires. In the deep night, the sound of gunfire was so clear that it startled birds into flapping their wings and flying away.Before, Caesar had hoped that these desperate criminals would not harm the rare birds in the forest. Now, he hoped Lola would not use her strange habit to damage his cognition further.Obviously, Lola didn't think so. She was like a honey badger, stretching her arms to hug him, "General, I think there might have been an accident...um, do you feel something is wrong?"Yes, he felt it. Caesar felt as if he was holding a large bundle of jasmine flowers that were blooming one after another. Her scent was strong, clear, provocative, and stimulating Caesar's nerves.As it turned out, her heat period had arrived without any warning.The wind brushed against Caesar's back of the hand. This place was not absolutely safe. After catching up with the car, those people would find somethin