I Don't Want To Be An Omega In My Sister's Trashy Reverse Harem [BL] Chapter 45: Rin, The Entertainer! 2

Rin moved closer to see it for himself. The strong scent almost burned his nose. He was sure that it was indeed whiskey.

Evan poured himself a glass and held it up. The amber liquid glead under the chandelier.

With a smirk, he hovered his hand over the glass. Ice blood from his palm, forming neat cubes that clinked into the drink.

Rin’s eyes sparkled.

"Whoa... magic ice?" He reached for the glass slowly, cautiously. "Do I drink this? Is it rude to refuse?"

Evan simply smiled.

"If you refuse, I’ll have to find a different hole to force it into your body. Down there would be good,"

"Haha! Thanks for the drink, sir!" Rin said, taking just a sip. He squeezed his face he felt the small liquid burning his throat.

"Well, was that ice magic?" Rin asked again, finding a way to change the topic and avoid drinking alcohol.

"You look interested in magic despite knowing you can’t use it," Evan said as he gulped the drink at a go and began to pour another round into his glass cup.

"Do you find it strange?" Rin asked and Evan nodded.

"It is... But, why don’t you satisfy your curiosity yourself,"

"How do I do that?" Rin question.

"Co with ," Evan dropped the cup and grabbed the bottle instead, leading Rin out of his room.

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Soon, Rin found himself being led through the mansion’s halls to the library.

It was massive.

"I thought I was here to be an entertainer," Rin muttered.

"You are. But that doesn’t an I can’t let you learn a few things. Co with ."

They moved to the magical theory section, where rows of dusty books lined the tall wooden shelves.

Evan pulled out a volu and handed it to Rin.

"You can read. But you can’t wield," he said.

"Because I’m an oga," Rin muttered bitterly.

"Yes. And because ogas are weak," he poked Rin’s shoulder and handed him other books.

Rin couldn’t say anything except stare at the book he was given.

"You may read any book in this library. However..." The duke said, touching his hair. "Once the clock strikes 6. You must return,"

’Why do I have a ti limit? What am I? Cinderella?’

"Do you understand, Rin?" The Duke asked.

"Yes, sir!" Rin nodded.

The duke grinned and walked away, with his bottle of alcohol.

Rin watched him leave before he sank onto a couch and began flipping through pages.

"It’s obvious that ogas can’t use magic, however. I don’t mind learning about it"

Rin didn’t waste a second.

His eyes flew across the text, soaking in every word. The first few pages talked about the history of mana and how Alphas were born with a natural core that let them control and manipulate magic. That’s one of the reasons they were strong.

Ogas, however, were deed incapable.

It’s not because they didn’t have mana, but because their bodies couldn’t handle it. They were born delicate and weak. Instead of mana cores inside their bodies, their bodies were ant for breeding.

Rin’s lips thinned. He wasn’t enjoying the discrimination.

But he continued reading... Since the first book spoke of the natural bond between mana and bloodlines. Alphas were born with both strong bodies and the ability to harness mana. Betas had rare, unstable access. Beta mages were super rare. Ogas? They were magic voids. The percentage of Oga mage was equal to zero.

But then, in an old, dusty to, he found a story.

The first Oga born with mana.

He was a miracle child, stronger than most. He was trained secretly by a rogue mage.

But at age twenty, three years after his first heat, he died. His organs had ruptured. His body couldn’t handle the magic boiling inside him.

There were different theories about his death.

Maybe his body really couldn’t handle it.

Maybe it was because of his manifestation as an oga and his heat...

Maybe because Ogas can’t be mages at all.

No one could decide.

Over the decades, any Oga with mana was captured and sent to the Mage Tower. There, a ritual would be perford to seal their mana.

Seal?

Rin’s breath hitched.

’Seal?’

He rembered his sister had spoken of a seal before disappearing that day.

’Was she talking about this seal? Since there are two types of seals? Mana and demonic. Which one do I have?’

He stared at his palm, uncertain.

If he was indeed sealed... Then why? And by whom?

He opened another book to start reading but paused when he noticed the ti.

6:04pm.

"Crap!" He bolted up, grabbed a random book and ran out.

Evan told him to leave imdiately it clicked 6 but he was late.

’He won’t kill for being late, would he?’

He rushed downstairs, with the book in his hand. Then, he found Evan in the living room, wearing a pair of glasses, sleeves rolled up, and a pile of docunts in front of him. The light from the fireplace painted soft shadows across his face.

’Damn it. Why did he have to be hot and competent?’

Evan looked up, smiling faintly.

"You’re late, Rin,"

"I’m sorry! I lost track of ti."

"Of course, you did. You must have been enjoying yourself that you spent seven hours reading..."

"Wait! Seven hours?" Rin’s eyes widened in shock. He hated reading. He never read for more than thirty minutes when it was ti for exam. But today...

’What has this world done to my hatred for reading?’

He scread internally.

"Anyway..." The duke’s voice pulled him from his thoughts. "I’m starving. I was about to eat your dog."

"...What? You can’t touch Niblet," he yelled and Niblet barked, supporting his master.

Evan laughed, taking off his glasses.

"Just kidding. But I am hungry. So, go make dinner."

Rin blinked.

"Wait... what? You an, I should make dinner,"

Evan gestured toward the kitchen.

"Do you want to make it myself? I an, I could cook... that’s if you would enjoy eating a whole plate of burnt sacrifice,"

Rin tried not to imagine it. The Duke is a noble, so there’s no way he would actually know how to cook.

"You’re staying here for two weeks. You’re my guest. And... my entertainer. So entertain by cooking sothing delicious. You should hurry or I’ll really end up eating Nibble,"

"It’s Niblet!" He yelled. "Get it right you hungry Duke!" He didn’t yell out the last part.

Rin sighed, dragging his feet toward the kitchen.

"What is this? When did the genre change to gourt?"