I Don't Want To Be An Omega In My Sister's Trashy Reverse Harem [BL]

Chapter 197: Lesson In The Garden!

Rin stood there for a moment, staring at the scene in front of him. His original plan was simple: walk to Lucien’s wing, complain later about being forced to walk, then tell Lucien everything about the demons.

But the garden in front of him ruined that plan especially the awful scene.

The chained slaves and the bruises on every part of their bodies, the blood on the ground and Mirielle’s excited grin.

And worst of all... some of the slaves were Omegas. Rin’s gaze lingered on them a bit longer. They were all thin and shivering, thanks to the cold. Most of them are even trying to stand properly with their weak legs. Not even treated as human.

He could walk away. He usually did since he didn’t come to this world to be a hero. He wasn’t trying to save the world. He wasn’t trying to be good. He did things only when he felt like it, not because he wanted to be righteous.

But...

Omegas.

He couldn’t ignore Omegas.

Especially not ones being treated like toys.

Rin took a long, slow breath, forcing his expression to stay neutral. Then he walked straight into the garden.

Mirielle acted as if she were just now seeing him. She gasped lightly, placed a hand on her chest, and smiled warmly like a gentle noblewoman meeting a guest.

"Oh! Lord Rin," she said. "What a coincidence! Where are you coming from?"

Rin didn’t blink. "You’re not the mistress of this house. I don’t have to tell you anything."

Her smile froze. The ball in her hand froze too, her fingers tightening around it until her knuckles turned white. Then, with sudden anger, she hurled the ball at one of the Omegas.

It smashed against his head with a sickening thud. Blood instantly streamed down his temple.

The slave flinched, held his head, but still bowed quickly and picked the ball up to bring it back to her.

Rin’s jaw clenched. He didn’t show it, but inside, something twisted uncomfortably. He hated violence for "fun." It was pointless. Cruel. And Omegas... of all people... couldn’t even defend themselves.

Rin kept his expression flat. "Why are you hitting them?"

Mirielle flipped her hair and shrugged.

"I’m bored. And hitting people is the only thing that entertains me."

Rin raised a brow. "You couldn’t read a book?"

"It was Evan’s idea," Mirielle added quickly, pointing toward the man still lounging in his chair. "He said I should practice throwing. So I’m learning from him."

Rin’s eyes shifted to Evan.

Evan wasn’t even hiding the fact that he was watching Rin. His chin rested on his hand, amusement dancing in his eyes. He looked entertained, relaxed, and disturbingly at ease among the suffering.

Rin sighed slowly.

’Of course, Evan was enjoying himself.’

Mirielle turned back to Rin with a bright, childish smile. "Want to watch? I’m winning!"

Rin wore a sharp and rehearsed smile.

A sharp one.

"I want to learn too."

Mirielle laughed loudly. "You? Learn this?" She shook her head. "Why would I let a commoner touch this ball?"

"Commoner?" Rin repeated.

"Yes." Mirielle flicked her hair behind her shoulder. "If you want to help, then stand with them." She pointed at the line of slaves. "They’re allowed to touch the ball because they’re going to die after this game. Their hands will be chopped off." She giggled. "But you? No. You’re not high enough for that."

Rin’s eyes darkened.

"Lady Mirielle," he said slowly, "are you comparing me to a slave?"

Mirielle nodded proudly. "Yes."

Rin smiled again. This one reached his eyes, but in a dangerous way.

"Oh? Good to know."

Without waiting for her permission, he walked over to the basket and picked up a golden ball.

Mirielle’s eyes widened. "Hey... don’t touch that! Your Grace...he—"

She stopped talking.

Because Evan wasn’t scolding Rin.

In fact... Evan was leaning forward with a smile Rin had never seen before. His eyes softened, glowing with interest... as always. He looked amused and curious about what Rin was going to do next.

Mirielle’s stomach tightened at the sight of that. Evan never looked at her like that.

Her face twisted with jealousy for a second before she forced a smile.

"A-Alright then, Rin. Show me what you can do."

Rin walked back calmly.

Mirielle pointed at one of the slaves. "Hit him. And make sure you don’t miss it. The target is their skull. You’re a man, so you should throw harder."

Rin looked at her for a second. "I always thought Lady Mirielle was a cultured lady."

She smiled, pleased.

"I’m clearly wrong," Rin continued. "You like watching blood more than elegance."

Her smile vanished. "Just throw it and stop talking."

Rin lifted the golden ball lazily. He positioned his arm, narrowed his eyes... then threw the ball.

The ball shot forward fast... but it didn’t aim for the slaves.

It aimed straight at Evan.

Mirielle screamed, "Your...!"

But Evan only smiled wider, lifted one hand slowly, and caught the ball like he had been expecting it.

His fingers curled around it with calm ease.

He stood up, toying with the ball as he walked closer to Rin.

"Rin," he said softly, "are you trying to kill me?"

Rin laughed lightly. "It was a mistake... Duke."

Mirielle jumped in between them.

"Arrest him! My Lord, he tried to—"

But Evan didn’t hear her.

Or rather... he didn’t care.

He simply walked toward Rin with slow, audible steps. When he reached him, he held the ball out, placing it into Rin’s hand again.

"Your throwing skill is bad," Evan said. "Your ball was about to hit the wrong target."

Rin’s eyebrow lifted.

He was about to say, ’No, the target was you,’ but he didn’t get the chance.

Evan suddenly moved behind him and wrapped his arms around Rin’s waist.

Rin froze.

"What the... Evan!" he snapped. "What are you doing?!"

"Teaching you," Evan whispered against his ear. "I like it when you call my name, so relax."

"Relax? You’re pressing..."

"I know," Evan said calmly. "Just hold the ball."

Rin tried to pull away.

"I don’t need lessons from anyone, especially you..."

Evan didn’t let go.

He guided Rin’s hand, adjusting how he held the golden ball. His grip was cold and firm, his body pressed too closely, making Rin’s breath hitch in irritation. He could feel Evan’s hard dick pressing against his back.

"Like this," Evan murmured. "Don’t hold it like a child. Use your fingers."

Rin tried to elbow him, but Evan caught his elbow and locked it gently against his own side.

Mirielle watched, her face turning red. Some of it was part anger, part embarrassment, part jealousy. Steam could probably boil on her skin.

Evan continued, ignoring everything.

"When you aim," he said softly, "you should breathe in, focus..."

"Evan, they’re not targets," Rin growled.

"They don’t mind," Evan replied. "Throw."

"I said..."

Evan grabbed Rin’s wrist and forced his arm forward, pushing Rin to throw the ball.

The ball flew through the air toward the nearest slave’s head... but it suddenly stopped in midair.

Then it dropped harmlessly to the ground.

Mirielle gasped loudly. "W-What...?"

Evan’s eyes narrowed, realising Rin had done something.

Rin slipped out of Evan’s hold quickly and stepped away. "Your lesson didn’t work, Duke. Maybe you should teach Lady Mirielle instead or take the lesson from her."

Mirielle stiffened.

Rin brushed his clothes, then glanced at the slaves. "Let them go. You’re done for today."

Then he turned and began walking out of the garden.

Evan watched him leave, still smiling... like he had just discovered something fascinating.

Mirielle rushed to Evan’s side, trying to regain his attention.

"My lord! Teach me how to throw too."

Evan didn’t look at her.

Instead, he turned to the butler standing behind him.

"Lioran."

"Yes, my lord?"

"Release them. All of them."

Mirielle’s jaw dropped.

"WHAT? Evan... I mean, My Lord... no! I’m not done! We haven’t finished the game... My lord! My lord!"

But Evan was already walking away, his eyes following Rin’s fading figure.

Lioran bowed. "As you command."

He walked to the slaves and began unlocking their chains. The slaves trembled in confusion but they were grateful.

Mirielle stood there, shaking. Her hands tightened into fists so hard her nails dug into her skin. "That damn—RIN!"

She hurled the golden ball to the ground with a loud shout.

"I’ll make him pay for this humiliation! Just wait!"

The slaves hurried away, bloodied but free.

The garden fell silent.

And Evan, several steps ahead, kept smiling faintly to himself. He was still thinking about Rin. His interest and hunger had increased. It had even grown into something worse.

Whatever it was...

Rin had just attracted a storm and he didn’t even know it. Yet.