MOT | Chapter 2.2

Taeseong awkwardly popped open the buttons of his jacket.

“After you’ve changed completely, press the bell. The instructor in charge will come and guide you to the correction room.”

The staff member opened the dressing room door for him with a cheerful laugh. Taeseong bowed to her and went inside.

The inside of the dressing room and the lockers were ordinary. It looked like something you would see in a dermatology clinic or orthopedic clinic.

But the moment he opened one locker compartment with the key already inserted, Taeseong discovered something unusual and froze for a moment.

“……So pink.”

Inside the locker was a patient gown. Since it was a normal dressing room, he had expected the patient gown to be nothing more than the usual gown and pants.

But the clothes hanging before his eyes were unusual from the color alone. A vivid hot pink. He was a little startled, but since it was an omega correction center, he thought it could be like that. Taeseong again discarded his own prejudice and forced himself to stay calm.

But the moment he took off the clothes he had been wearing, hung them in the locker, and put on the patient gown, his calm broke again. He had thought only the color was unusual, but the clothes themselves rejected normalcy. The gown’s design, with no ties or buttons, left his upper body completely exposed.

Taeseong looked down at his fully revealed chest and abs, then opened another compartment. Thinking maybe only his own set had lost the ties, he checked another outfit. But that one was the same, with nothing to fasten it shut either.

Still, the gown could be held in place if he kept it closed, so that was fine. The bigger problem was the pants.

“What in the world is this……”

Taeseong’s usually calm eyes shook with confusion. More precisely, it was the look of someone seeing something utterly bizarre. What Taeseong was staring at so intently, bent over at the waist, was his groin.

There was a zipper. A normal pants zipper is attached at the center front, on the front flap of the pants, where the dick is neatly tucked away.

But this patient pants zipper was strange. The zipper ran from the front, across the perineum, and all the way to the butt.

“If I unzip this, won’t it just split in half and open up?”

If he unzipped it all the way, it seemed like the two legs would separate and it would no longer be something you could call pants. Taeseong, with a bewildered expression, felt along the zipper and lifted his head.

There was a button on the wall. A white button shaped like a doorbell, marked “PUSH.”

‘After you’ve changed completely, press the bell. The instructor in charge will come and guide you to the correction room.’

Since he would not be waiting alone in some room, but instead be personally escorted by his instructor, it was a very fortunate system to have while wearing such an embarrassing outfit.

Taeseong closed the locker, locked it, removed the key, and put it in the patient gown pocket. Since he had finished changing clothes, it was time to begin the correction in earnest. Calming the shock he felt at the patient gown design, Taeseong steadied himself again.

“Alright.”

Hup! Taeseong drew in a determined breath, as if making up his mind, then pressed the call bell. Beep. Not long after the bell rang outside the door, the sound of footsteps came along with the sound of the door opening. Someone was approaching.

Knock, knock.

At the sound of knocking on the dressing room door, Taeseong immediately answered, yes. Then the door swung open.

“Hello, customer! Excuse me!”

The person who appeared when the door opened was a short-haired man. He wore a pale sky-blue uniform and a white mask. With smiling crescent eyes, he bowed.

“I’m the supporter in charge of your correction today. Please take the trait card and follow me this way.”

“Trait card?”

“Yes!”

The man held out a small piece of paper. Taeseong took what looked like a business card and looked over the writing.

Supporter No. 1 / Trait: β (beta)

There was no name. Since this was an omega correction center, the trait of the person performing the correction was important, so it seemed that only the trait was being disclosed in advance. Taeseong lifted his eyes slightly.

“So I should call you No. 1? Since there’s no name written……”

“Yes, that’s right. Since today is the first day, I’ll guide you to Correction Room A.”

No. 1 stepped back and held the dressing room door for him. As Taeseong, clutching the patient gown tightly in his hand, stepped outside, No. 1 pointed down the corridor with a kind gesture.

“Once the training in Correction Room A is finished, you’ll move to B.”

A level-up concept? Taeseong’s eyes sparkled with interest at the game-like system.

“How many correction rooms are there?”

“There are four rooms in total, A, B, C, and S.”

“If you get to S, is that the end?”

As he followed the supporter and walked, Taeseong asked. No. 1 stopped in front of a door, then turned his head only, while holding the doorknob, to look at Taeseong.

“It depends on the customer. Some people finish after A, and some continue on another floor. As for people who go all the way to S……”

After a brief silence, No. 1 curved his eyes again and smiled.

“There aren’t many.”

Click. No. 1 turned the handle and opened the door. A much brighter light than the softly lit corridor spilled out, and Taeseong peered inside with his eyes slightly narrowed.

“Please come in.”

No. 1 went in first and extended his arm inward. Taeseong bowed his head and entered the correction room.

“This is the correction room……”

Since he was unfamiliar with the name “correction room,” he had worried about what kind of atmosphere it would have, but unexpectedly it felt familiar. Wallpaper in a cozy blend of light green and yellow, a long sofa large enough for an adult man to lie down and sleep on, and a chair placed in the middle of the room.

‘It looks like the kind they use at a dentist’s.’

It was a recliner-style chair that could be leaned backward. He was curiously looking over the chair that stood there like the main character of the room when,

Creak, the sound of the door opening made Taeseong turn around slightly in surprise.

“Who is that person?”

Besides No. 1, who had guided Taeseong here, a new man was coming inside. Unlike No. 1, who had his hair cut short like an athlete, this man had curly brown hair covering the nape of his neck. Like No. 1, his face was half covered by a mask.

“He’s a supporter too.”

No. 1, still wearing that easy smile with his eyes, brought the new man over and stood him beside him.

“Taeseong-nim has a very good build, and considering the parts you checked in the preliminary survey, one additional person was assigned. The two of us are going to help you.”

“I’ll give you my card too.”

The second supporter bowed and handed over his trait card. Taeseong took the business-card-sized paper and checked the contents.

Supporter No. 2 / Trait: Ω (omega)

This man was not a beta, but an omega. Taeseong looked back and forth between No. 1 and No. 2. Now that he had become an omega, he had lived his whole life as a beta, so he felt familiarity toward betas, and trust toward the omega in charge because he would know an omega’s body well.

When he returned the trait card to No. 2, No. 1 stepped forward and tapped the chair Taeseong had been looking at earlier.

“Would you sit in the chair now?”

“Ah, yes.”

Taeseong climbed up and sat on the chair, still holding the gown. After confirming that Taeseong had obediently taken his seat, No. 1 took something out of his pocket.

“Yes, thank you. Now this……”

Taeseong, who had naturally rested his arm on the armrest, flinched and looked to the side at the unfamiliar sensation touching his wrist.

What No. 1 had taken out was a short belt. He was tying Taeseong’s wrist to the armrest. No. 2 also strode over and began securing the other side. Taeseong’s eyes widened.

“Wait a minute. Do I really have to do this? I came here voluntarily to receive training……”

He tried to put strength into his arms, but the belts were already fastened and he could not move at all. Thinking it felt like being treated like a captured wild animal, he protested, but No. 1 replied calmly.

“Ah, this is a device absolutely necessary for treating sexual dysfunction. If it becomes unbearably uncomfortable during the process, please let us know.”

If the expert said it was absolutely necessary, he had nothing to say. Besides, the phrase “unbearably” stirred Taeseong’s fighting spirit. If he asked to be let go because he could not endure it, he would seem like a weak man.

“Understood.”

Taeseong relaxed the strength in his arms and nodded. He even raised the corners of his mouth slightly. After No. 1 and No. 2 finished tying Taeseong’s arms to the chair, they exchanged a glance and then looked back at Taeseong with kind smiling eyes.

“Let’s continue with the setup.”

The preparation was not finished just because his arms and legs had been restrained. Leaving Taeseong, who sat tied to the chair and stared blankly ahead, No. 1 walked over and took something from a drawer. What he held in his hand looked at first glance like a smartwatch.

“For an accurate assessment, I’ll attach a device.”

“What is it……?”

“It’s a heart rate measuring tool.”

He answered with a grin and rolled up the sleeve of Taeseong’s gown. After fastening the heart rate measuring device to his left wrist and turning it on, a number appeared on the monitor in front of them. His current heart rate was 65 bpm.

“Why heart rate?”

“Because you said you wanted treatment for sexual dysfunction. It’s a tool to check whether Taeseong-nim is actually feeling things properly. And this too!”

He took something from his pocket. The heart rate measuring device had looked like a smartwatch at first glance, but the item that appeared this time had neither an obvious identity nor purpose. It had a blunt tip, resembling a tiny metal needle, and a handle made of a long strap attached to the end.

“What is that used for?”

“This detects moisture. It makes a sound when it touches wetness.”

Even with the kind explanation from the correction staff, the question marks in Taeseong’s head would not go away. He could understand the heart rate, but what reason was there to check for moisture?

“Moisture……?”

“Yes.”

When Taeseong repeated the question with a puzzled expression, No. 1’s eyes curved softly. In a kind tone, he added an explanation.

“Omegas leak when they get excited.”

Taeseong, who had lived his whole life as a beta man, knew that as school knowledge, but he had not thought his own body would become like that. Taeseong, who had been momentarily frozen and speechless, jerked his shoulders.

“W-water?”

“It’s also called arousal fluid. Now, excuse us.”

At No. 1’s glance, No. 2 came closer and touched the bar binding Taeseong’s legs. When No. 2 lifted the bar upward, Taeseong’s legs were naturally raised, and his lower body turned halfway around. As a result, Taeseong’s butt was left tilted upward.

No. 1 naturally reached toward Taeseong’s butt, then pushed the metal needle into the gap.

“Urk!”

At the foreign sensation of the cold metal needle sliding into his anus, Taeseong let out a short, suppressed sound. The needle was shorter than two finger joints and only slightly thicker than a cotton swab, so there was no pain at all, but the unfamiliar object going into an unexpected place made the sense of foreignness intense.

“It feels a little unfamiliar, right? It does no harm to the body at all.”

“Uh…… do I have to keep it in?”

“Yes! Once you get used to it, you won’t feel a thing.”