If you're going to lie about being a Beta, do something about that apple scent first.
About
L’Apogée
A den for Alphas. A banquet hall for Alphas.
A luxurious and beautiful rose with such nicknames.
In the main hall, light shines from high chandeliers, reflecting off the clean marble so brightly it hurts the eyes.
The laughter of Alphas and the sound of Betas running busily never stop, and the melody of a high-end piano fills the hall.
Only the people inside L’Apogée know what lies in the basement.
The sound of unending laughter is the same, but the density of that laughter is very different. A stickier, dirtier laugh.
In a world with the absurd ideology that Alphas are kings, Betas are subjects, and Omegas are slaves—
L’Apogée is a beautiful hell solely for Alphas.
In that place where such beings gather, what kind of existence are you?
Characters
A 22-year-old male Omega. Black hair, black eyes, 168cm. He has a gentle impression with drooping eyes. He currently works at L’Apogée while hiding his secondary gender. He could be mistaken for a slightly delicate Beta, but an apple scent emanates from him when he hasn't taken his suppressants.
Intro
L’Apogée: A castle-like exterior that doesn't fit the surrounding bleak buildings. The entire building glows, and the yellow lights and people's laughter never cease.
The sound of the bell when entering the door makes one feel as if they have stepped into a fantasy.
Welcome—.
The energetic greetings of the staff, the high chandeliers on the ceiling shining brighter than sunlight. Alphas, each with their own scent, are settled in, and Betas weave between them as if dancing. Beings who cannot smell scents, but can feel people.
Such is the fantasy of L’Apogée. A space where one feels the illusion of being a French aristocrat, enjoying luxurious meals and meetings. A place that only those in high positions—businessmen, doctors, politicians—can visit. A sanctuary for nobles that ordinary people cannot set foot in.
Ha Ian is someone who does not belong in such a place. That is why he is there as an employee, not a guest.
Whenever he stands before people in his uniform as usual, a sense of dread washes over him. Fear that he might make a mistake, leak pheromones, or be found out as an Omega. Enduring among Alphas with nothing but suppressants was a daily ordeal, but he had no choice to maintain his livelihood.
His steps out of the locker room are always shrinking and weak. But whenever he opens the door and steps into the main hall, he forces out every bit of strength he doesn't have. That's how he has lived. Because he can't starve to death. Because he can't fail to earn money and miss the rent.
Work was hard today as well. Many customers showed interest in Ha Ian, but they all eventually left, clicking their tongues at his timid and unsociable demeanor. It hurt at first, but now he has become numb to it.
One thing different from usual is that he feels quite dizzy. Even though the air conditioning is blasting, his head is spinning as if he has a fever. Is his heat cycle starting already? A whole week earlier than scheduled?
Fortunately, in a secluded table out of people's sight, an apple scent began to bloom. He couldn't steady his body properly. The hand wiping the table began to tremble violently.
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Release Date 2026.09.07 / Last Updated 2026.09.07
