"My Top-Tier Omega Wife Flirts With Me Every Day" - Chapter 9

Chapter 9 – “Textbook Case of Frustration – I Want This One!“

Unless relieved by an alpha…

But Mota hadn’t caught even a trace of another alpha’s scent on this fox.

“No—”

“Second Brother, we finished mopping the floor! Should we clean downstairs now?”

Fourth brother’s voice came from outside the bathroom, cutting Ling Zhuo off mid-sentence.

The two of them, unknowingly having gotten far too close in the steamy bathroom, quickly pulled apart—one looking calm and composed aside from slightly red ears, and the other visibly embarrassed upon realizing he’d overstepped.

“Okay, I’ll be right there,” Ling Zhuo called out. He hopped down from the sink, tucked away his tail and ears as if nothing had happened, then looked back at Mota and asked, “You mentioned earlier you needed my help—what do you need me to do?”

Mota briefly described the object he was looking for and asked if Ling Zhuo had seen anything like it.

But the bedroom had been tidied by the fourth brother, so Ling Zhuo ran off to ask him.

Thankfully, that sibling was the most organized one in the house. After a short moment of recollection, he remembered exactly where the trash from the bedroom had been bagged.

They all squatted in the courtyard and rummaged through the garbage for only a short while before the little sister found it: a glass vial no bigger than a pinky. The bottle was double-layered with a hollow core, so the actual volume was tiny—barely the size of a fingernail. The mouth was sealed with a rubber ring, and inside was a dark green liquid.

“Second Brother, look!” she squeaked, her chubby little hand proudly holding it up to show her brother. The bottom of the glass vial just happened to face Mota, revealing a black bird emblem printed on it.

Mota’s expression instantly turned cold and grim.

He took the bottle, examined it carefully, then abruptly stood up. “Sorry. I was supposed to treat you all to dinner, but something urgent came up. I’ll make it up to you when you visit Zone C.”

After saying this in a rush, Mota left. Ling Zhuo stood at the gate watching him longingly. Once Mota was completely out of sight, he muttered:

“That black bird symbol… I saw it yesterday on someone’s gland.”

His little sister, trailing behind him, couldn’t care less about anything except their turf. “Second Brother, will he come back and try to take our territory again?”

“No, we’ll just give him all our territory~”

“Ahhh…” The younger siblings let out a chorus of protest.

Ling Zhuo squatted down, his eyes curving into happy crescents as he beamed with pride. “Did you see that? My human is so cute~! He lifted me with just one hand! He must be strong enough to catch prey as big as an elephant~”

He spread out his hands to demonstrate, absolutely glowing with pride in his human.

The three kids didn’t feel the “cute” part at all. In fact, they only thought Mota was terrifying—definitely the type who could snap Second Brother’s neck with his teeth without blinking.

…

Mota’s car was parked just outside the housing complex. Despite only being gone a short while, the black SUV was already covered in maple leaves.

He got in, still radiating cold energy, and sent a message to the group chat.

Execution Squad One – Mota:
The catalyst bought by Zone E’s Social Security Unit leader is linked to the Mourning Birds. Boss, I need an arrest warrant. I’m bringing in the relevant parties for interrogation.

Guild President – Mu Jiqiu:
OK.

Mu Jiqiu:
You went back to Zone E after work?

Mu Jiqiu:
Captain Mota, you’re a true workaholic… but just so you know, we don’t offer overtime pay~

The one who’d been in the office earlier was actually a doppelgänger. Mota didn’t explain and merely replied with a curt “Mm.” Just as he was about to exit the chat, he noticed he’d been @ mentioned in earlier messages.

He tapped into it and scrolled up—only to be greeted by an avalanche of outrageous gossip, mostly started by Guang Bai.

Messages included but were not limited to:

• “Our captain totally grabbed someone’s head and made them open their mouth.”

• “Didn’t come back with us last night…”

• “Omg, it must’ve been a one-night stand, and he didn’t get enough. Captain’s so cold today!”

• “Classic case of sexual frustration, tsk tsk… a man who’s had a taste of meat is just different!”

Mota: ???

After @’ing Guang Bai in the group chat, he turned the car around and headed back to the hospital where the suspect was.

Guang Bai, now tagged:
!!!
OH MY GOD I’M DEAD!
That sneaky boss—he never even kicked Captain Mota from the chat!!!

…

The next morning.

In the top-floor conference room of the Alpha Association headquarters, both Execution squads had gathered for a meeting.

Today was the day they screened internship applicants. Guild President Mu Jiqiu and HR officer An Li were also in attendance.

Applications from all zones had flooded in. The system had already sorted them by desired department, and An Li, known for her thoroughness, was doing a second manual review to weed out unqualified candidates.

Every year, the Patrol Division and Execution Division were the most sought-after departments.

The former offered a more relaxed role—patrolling their assigned zones and reporting anomalies. Plus, they had a cool codename: “Divine Vision.”

And let’s not forget the golden recruitment perk: a pure gold 9999 ear cuff engraved with a serial number, equipped with a GPS tracker so the guild could instantly locate them when trouble arose. The cuff could be kept as a souvenir upon retirement—a starting bonus worth tens of thousands.

The Execution Division, on the other hand, was popular for a completely different reason: their two captains.
One was absurdly strong and devastatingly handsome.
The other was absurdly rich and equally gorgeous.

The actual screening process was boring—spreadsheets of profiles being projected one after another. Captain Xia Man of Squad Two yawned and was just about to wonder why the usually chatty Guang Bai was so quiet when something on the screen caught his eye.

“Ha! This one’s called Mei Jiuhe—their ability is literally ‘make people unlucky’? That’s hilarious. I’m taking this one!”

Xia Man suddenly perked up. His previously droopy eyes sparkled with interest. With his refined mixed-race features and amused smile, he looked stunning.

An Li reminded him, “His rank is only B.”

The Execution Division directly battles aberrants—it’s the highest-risk unit in the guild. Prioritizing high-rank alphas is as much about protecting the team as the candidate.

Those rumors outside saying “only alphas” were accepted into the division weren’t entirely accurate.

Talented omegas, in addition to combat potential, could release soothing pheromones that helped alphas discharge negative energy buildup from overuse of power, preventing them from going berserk. It made team operations much smoother.

Unfortunately, high-ranking omegas were rare. Most ended up commodified, and synthetic inhibitors worked well enough. So, over time, the division ended up being all-alpha.

“Captain Xia,” Squad Two member Sa Jin coaxed, “Minister An has a point. Maybe reconsider?”

“Nah, we still have trials, right?” Xia Man shrugged with a grin. The next profile appeared, and he was immediately distracted again.

After selecting a few more people, he elbowed the quiet Mota beside him. “Hey, darling, you haven’t picked a single one. Didn’t find anyone you like?”

Mota had spent the previous night interrogating the suspect’s wife and child after detaining them at the base. He’d only slept an hour before being dragged into this meeting—he was exhausted.

But the interrogation had gone well. The wife quickly confessed: she’d bought the catalyst under her husband’s name and injected it while he was asleep—unable to endure his abuse any longer.

She’d done it three times. Once she saw mutation marks forming on his gland’s surface, she stopped. She’d assumed he’d turn into a mindless low-tier aberrant and even hid a mercury-laced knife in preparation. But he ended up mutating into a B-tier, bit off her arm, and locked her in the basement.

It was their child who snuck out and alerted the Patrol Division, triggering the investigation.

She’d bought the drug after chatting casually with Aunt Wu, then connected with someone named “Death Bell” online. Shortly after, a person in a gown, wearing a hat and a face full of bandages, approached her at the party.

Mota had Mirla trace the account—it was from a foreign IP and had already been deleted. The style confirmed: definitely a Mourning Bird.

He also checked up on Aunt Wu, who didn’t seem suspicious—though he’d heard her name from Ling Zhuo last night too. He wasn’t sure how much Ling Zhuo knew.

Lost in thought, Mota didn’t respond until Xia Man elbowed him again. He looked up just as the next applicant’s photo was displayed.

And just then, Guang Bai, hiding in the corner trying to be invisible, let out a loud:
“HOLY SH*T!”

Everyone turned to look at him in confusion.
Only Mota’s eyes stayed glued to the screen.

The person in the photo looked like they hated the photographer. Brow furrowed, fox-like eyes lifted in disdain, gaze cold and aloof—like they were staring at a pile of garbage.

Xia Man was thrilled by that look and whistled. “Damn! I love this one. I’m taking them!”

Mota opened his mouth to say, “I want that one,” then stopped. No point. All applicants would undergo centralized training and pass trials before assignments anyway. It didn’t matter who picked whom.

Team One members exchanged knowing glances. President Mu Jiqiu smirked: “Ahem, this one’s only D-rank. Our Execution Division already has more than enough pretty faces—can’t just pick someone for their looks, right?”

“Uncle Mu! I really like this one! Let me have them~ Even if they fail the trial, I’ll build the base a whole new training ground!”

Xia Man whined like a spoiled kid. His dad was an old friend of Mu Jiqiu’s—both families were close.

Mu Jiqiu was tempted by the training ground but more interested in the unfolding drama. Instead of agreeing, he deliberately turned to Mota:

“And what does Captain Mota think?”

Team One instantly stared at Mota with teasing “you two totally have a thing~” looks.

Mota saw through them. He spun the pen in his hand and stared at the photo. “He’ll pass the trial.”

A direct reply to Xia Man’s hypothetical.

He’d just fought Ling Zhuo last night—his strength and technique were excellent… though his waist seemed a little sensitive. He trembled when you grabbed it…

Clack.
The pen slipped from Mota’s hand and hit the table.

He didn’t bother picking it up. He sat up straighter and took a very deliberate sip of tea.

The others had expected Mota to compliment him or get jealous. But he was completely calm.

“Then I’m taking him into my team once he passes,” Xia Man added stubbornly.

Just as he finished, An Li smiled and clicked to the last column of the profile. “Unfortunately, Captain Xia, I don’t think you’ll get the chance.”

On the projection screen was the final question:
“Why do you want to join the Execution Division?”

The answer:
To sleep with Mota.