When they arrived at the large, isolated mansion, black smoke was billowing from it. As befitting the location of a pheromone party, the people rushing out were mostly naked, wearing only thin underwear or hastily covering themselves with whatever fabric they could find. Those properly dressed were clearly security guards or hired help.
The stark contrast was almost comical, but the firefighters maintained serious expressions as they focused on their work. At the very least, it was fortunate that they still had enough presence of mind to run outside like this.
While one team prepared to spray water, the other team busied themselves equipping their gear and getting ready to enter.
“Are there many people inside?”
The team leader asked, and the man who appeared to be the butler replied with a pale face,
“I-I don’t know. But I assume there must be quite a few…”
Seeing him stammer, the red-haired man asked indifferently,
“We should prioritize ordinary civilians, right?”
“Dane! Don’t discriminate just because they’re Extreme Alphas! If they’re inside, rescue them!”
At the team leader’s sharp command, Dane clicked his tongue in irritation, then put on his helmet and entered the mansion. Watching his retreating figure, the team leader muttered with a frown,
“He’s not going to intentionally leave them behind, is he?”
“No way. He talks like that, but he still does his job.”
The man who was listening to him, replied with a smile and added bitterly,
“While he’s on duty, that is.”
With those words, a group of firefighters quickly rushed forward. The hired help watched anxiously as the firefighters ran in the opposite direction of the people who were hurriedly escaping.
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Ominous creaking sounds echoed everywhere. The sounds of scorching wood cracking and plaster fragments falling from the ceiling and hitting the floor filled the air, creating a sense of pressure.
The fire, which had started somewhere inside the building, quickly spread throughout the mansion. The flames, creating grotesque patterns as they consumed the wallpaper, quickly climbed up the walls and ceiling, l!ck!ng out with crimson tongues. Smoke clung to the ceiling, billowing and writhing like a giant beast inhaling.
The firefighters, scattered throughout the mansion, opened doors one by one, urgently ushering out any remaining people they found.
“Come out! Get out now!”
One of the firefighters yelled at a couple they found in the drawing-room. But they didn’t react properly. Drugged and hazy-eyed, they slumped on the couch. They seemed too disoriented to grasp the situation. In the end, the firefighters had to drag them out while another rushed ahead to the stairs.
“Hey, Dane! Wait, let’s go together!”
Someone shouted from behind, but Dane, taking three steps at a time, quickly reached the second floor. The smoke was even thicker here. He rapidly checked each room, opening the doors one by one. Even as he did, a few people coughed as they brushed past him, heading outside.
Huff, huff.
Dane expertly controlled his breathing, which had become ragged from the heat and tension. Just as he was about to move forward again, a man who appeared to be hired help stumbled towards him through the acrid smoke, coughing violently.
“Is there anyone inside?”
Dane quickly grabbed the man and asked. The man, who was trying to escape with his nose and mouth covered by a handkerchief, his face covered in sweat and soot, coughed and replied,
“I-I d-don’t know. I brought drinks to the room at the end on the right earlier, but…”
Dane didn’t wait to hear more and rushed forward. The man shouted hoarsely from behind,
“The door is locked. You’ll have to break it down!”
Instead of replying, Dane continued running, pulling the axe from his back and gripping it in one hand. Reaching the end of the hallway, he quickly scanned the area and spotted a small door that was barely visible through the dense smoke.
If the man hadn’t told him, he would have surely missed it, hidden inconspicuously like a part of the wall. Dane quickly felt along the wall to confirm the door’s location, then repositioned his grip on the axe and swung.
With a loud crack, splinters of wood flew through the air. Behind him, the sinister sounds of the spreading fire mingled with the occasional shattering of glass. Dane ignored it and continued to strike the door. After a few swings, he grabbed the broken door and ripped it open, reached into the gaping hole, grabbed the handle, and turned it. With a metallic click, the door opened, and Dane immediately rushed inside.
“Evacuate quickly! There’s a fire…”
He stopped for a moment as he spoke. The scene unfolding within the room was something even Dane Striker, worn and jaded from having countless one-night stands and constantly partners, had never witnessed.
Two men, who appeared to be twins, were collapsed on the floor. Stark naked, they foamed at the mouth and trembled violently. Their eyes rolled back, staring blankly at the ceiling, as if in shock.
They gasped as if they were on the verge of suffocating, yet their penises remained er3ct, leaking sem3n in trickling streams. Despite their already soaked groins, indicating they had already ej*culat3d several times, their cocks were still engorged. If they continued like this, it would become permanently dysfunctional. While an Omega’s pen!s wasn’t exactly necessary for reproduction, it wasn’t meant to be damaged either. After all, it was still a vital part of their body.
Yet despite their state, they continued to feverishly thrust their fingers into their own holes, seemingly oblivious. Their anuses were already red, raw, and had started to bleed, but they showed no signs of stopping. It was as if their minds had been drowned in something. By alcohol, drugs, or…
Pheromones.
Only then did Dane shift his gaze toward the man sitting on the bed. Or rather, the dark blond man, who was leaning his upper body against the headboard, his wrists handcuffed to each of the bedposts.
The source of the pheromones, which were even stronger than the acrid smoke in the air, was that man. He was laughing as he showered the Omegas writhing and panting on the floor with pheromones, as if he had never seen anything more amusing.
Dane stood still for a moment, silently observing the man’s golden eyes as it gleamed.
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The intense heat seemed to be pressing against his back. The sounds of the collapsing mansion echoed all around him. Inside his helmet, Dane took a ragged breath and thought,
What the f*ck is with with that crazy b*stard?
He had expected all sorts of chaos when he learned it was a pheromone party, but actually seeing this
scene was unsettling.
Did I jump into this inferno just to save these a*sholes?
The thought made him momentarily feel defeated, but this wasn’t the time to be leisurely lost in his
doubts.
“Dane! Are you okay? Whoa!”
Ezra, who had finally caught up to him, exclaimed in surprise. The other firefighters who arrived one after another were equally shocked. They seemed momentarily stunned by the bizarre scene they had never
seen before.
Dane was the first to move. The twins who had collapsed on the floor couldn’t even stand up, let alone walk out on their own. Dane picked one of them up, and Ezra picked up the other, but just as they were about to leave, something unexpected happened.
The moment he caught a whiff of strong pheromones through the acrid smoke, the twin in his arms began to convulse and writhe. Dane quickly tightened his hold, but Ezra, caught off guard, dropped the
twin he was carrying.
“Oh, sh!t!”
Ezra exclaimed, startled. The twin slipped from Ezra’s grasp and hit the floor with a loud thud, but he showed no signs of pain. Ezra hurriedly tried to grab him again, but he was violently pushed away. The twin crawled desperately towards the man who had just released the pheromones.
“Here, take him and get out first.”
Dane handed the twin he was carrying to another firefighter who was standing awkwardly nearby and rushed towards the other twin. However, the remaining twin who was crawling on the floor began to
thrash, seized by a fit.
“No, nooo! Let go of me! Quickly, quickly… Put it in me, f*ck me!”
A shrill scream tore through the air. The sight of him desperately shaking his hips and crying out, unable
to contain himself, was agonizing to witness.
