I Don't Want To Be An Omega In My Sister's Trashy Reverse Harem [BL] Chapter 1: Fuck This World, Where Is My Phone?

Rin woke up in a bed that wasn’t his, in a body that wasn’t his, in a fucking world that sure as hell wasn’t his.

’What is happening? Where the hell am I?’

The ceiling was too damn clean to be his. The sheets were silk, soft and too white. He doesn’t wash his sheets till it starts making him sneeze. The sunlight spilling through the curtains? Suspiciously soft.

"...No," he muttered.

He sat up fast, too fast. His balance was off since he felt lighter, smaller and... weak. He looked down and nearly gagged. The hands weren’t his. They were pale, slim, pretty and soft.

"Oh fuck no."

He imdiately shoved off the covers and stumbled toward the mirror on the wall. There it was... so kind of baroque-style bullshit hanging over a carved vanity.

And reflected back at him?

Porcelain skin. Collarbones. White-blond hair brushing over wide red eyes. Lips too pink, lashes too long. He looked like a live-action fanservice trap.

"FUCK!"

He kicked the damn vanity. It didn’t break. Of course, it didn’t break. This world probably had magic furniture, too.

> [You are currently unregistered. Please report to the Oga Health Center within 3 days.]

A prompt popped up in thin, glowing letters across the mirror, like so cursed RPG UI.

Oga.

He choked. "Don’t you fucking dare?"

He reached for his pocket instinctively... for his phone, and nearly collapsed when he didn’t feel it. He tore open every drawer. Nothing. There was no screen, no charger, no music, no life.

"Where’s my phone?!" He scread, flipping a velvet pillow into the corner. "I had it on —!"

It was then his last mory ca back like a middle finger from fate and he finally rembered.

The book.

The reverse harem novel his sister forced on him. He’d been hate-reading it just last night, sprawled across the couch with a bowl of ran on his chest, mocking every page like it personally offended him.

>Caged By My Alpha Mates