17. Motel

"Is it painful to turn?" The pup asked. He was walking languidly beside me, with his hands in his pockets. 

There was no schoolbag on him, I can also remember my school time. The moment you had differentiated into our kind, you would just stay in school to get done with your compulsory education that was forced on you by the law. There was no need for education anyway, there was no out anyway from the path that was decided for you.

I had stubbornly still taken my schoolbag to school, trying to learn now and then to lie to myself, before in my last year, I just strolled in and out of school, without having anything on me, without taking notes or anything.

"Y-yes. V-very." The pup seemed to still be hung up on what we had talked about.

"Do you get aroused or anything when turning?" He asked.

"...N-no." You don't turn into a female dog that wants to get fucked at once, I don't know what he had heard and was imaging. Neither would you have time to care, the pain overpowering everything else.

"Damn, I am so scared." Leon covered his face in his hands, not stopping to walk.

I patted his shoulder. 

"E-everyone is. I-it gets be-better."

"I am so relieved to have you." He caught my hand and squeezed it.

I slipped out of his hold and again patted his shoulder. 

"H-how did i-it end w-with the r-redhead?"

"Ah. Well, I told her again that it was over, then she threw a fit. She didn't like to be told off by an Omega." He chuckled.

"D-did you l-love her?" I asked him.

"No. Our families had decided that we would stay together. She should become my beta, but even if she differentiated to something else, she should have been my spouse." Leon scoffed.

"The engagement was dissolved even before I was thrown out, and then she personally told me how she couldn't continue to see me as a man." 

"And today was my first kiss, it now feels like a filthy memory."

I was genuinely stunned. I had thought he had plenty of experience. Was it because of this that he was so surprised that I had slept with a woman? Not only that an Omega did so, but also from the standpoint of a virgin?

"Yes. We had done nothing." Leon looked back at me, and I again patted his shoulder.

"A-as long a-as you a-are not co-collared, we c-can get y-you in a b-brothel." At least to pop his cherry.

Leon looked at the sky in what seemed like self-pity.

"Don't know, isn't it better not to know, and have nothing to miss?"

Well, I can't say something against that. 

We arrived at a grayish-black building, red neon lights letting everyone know that this was a motel.

Walking in, we got more than just strange glances from the receptionist we passed. I was clearly exposed through my collar, and it was still a motel we walked in. They would naturally think we would do it... That Leon would do it with me. Not that I would do Leon. Ah....that alone hurts my self-esteem.

The pup brought me to the second floor, and after we entered, I froze. That were not only a few clothes. The bed, the floor—it was full. Then, there were a few phones and laptops lying around. Notebooks, books, this... how would we ever get that inside my apartment?

"D-d-damn." I cursed.

"It is more than I had remembered....especially compared to our home...." Leon mumbled in self-awareness while bending down and picking up a few clothes that were lying around.

"D-damn." I repeated. Should I let him continue to pay for the room to use it as a closet?

"Hey, don't worry. Let's just throw away–"

"Hell no!" I raised a hand and stopped him. He arched up with a bunch of clothes in his hand, and we looked at each other.

"You didn't stutter." The pup laughed.

Massaging the bridge of my nose, I tried to forget the way he squandered valuables and money.

"L-look through e-everything a-and ch-choose what y-you k-keep. O-one p-phone, o-one laptop. A-and o-only the cl-clothes you d-desperately n-need. T-the r-rest we sell to-today, a-and p-put into y-your bank ac-ac-account." 

"But I don't mind, you can take the money."

"D-do as I s-say." I tried to be somewhat authoritative.

He will some day be thankful for this money.

"N-never g-give away m-money. T-to nobody. N-never." I emphasized. 

Leon looked solemnly at me and nodded.

"G-go and s-sort o-out." I said, grabbing my chewing tobacco.

"Oh wait!" Leon saw me and rummaged through his things, giving me a pack of cigarettes. Real, cigarettes. 

I took them with both hands, having to hold back from bowing and kneeling in front of them.

"I thought you would like them." He grinned at me happily.

"Take them, I only bought them to try it, but I don't like it." He also gave me a lighter, very accommodating.

"I w-will n-never forget t-this f-favor." I said like an oath and saw him laugh again before motioning me to the window.

This is luxury, real luxury. My father smoked, and when he left after my first heat, there were cigarettes left behind.

To spite him, but also because I was building up my manliness, I smoked them, getting addicted fairly fast. I think he had bought fakes somewhere that had a very high nicotine content.

Now, after years, to get my hands on this luxury, I really couldn't decline. I will take it as rent. I lit one and inhaled the smoke, feeling free and alive again.

While I leaned against the windowsill, I looked at the street. It was mostly empty, this whole district was not a good one.

The school, however, was the only part that was high-end, and well maintained.

Why not put it in a better district? 

Mostly because the entire city was no good. This was a world of the strong. At least you had the privilege to be mostly ignored as an Omega. 

Here, everywhere, fights happened. 

Murder as well.