Kiss the Stranger

By the time I finally stopped, the sky was already filled with stars. Qamar, who had been kissing my face here and there, panting heavily beneath me, lingered on my lips a little longer before whispering.
“Am I the first person to come here?”
I nodded obediently at his voice, which was as low as my breath. Then, our lips, now so close, brushed lightly against each other.

“Yeah, I guess it’s private land… Besides, not many people cross that desert.”
“But there must be lands connected to the desert, right?”
Qamar asked, kissing my cheek again. I nodded obediently.

“Yes… The next closest place after Al-Fatih is the city where the royal family lives. Didn’t we talk about that before?”
“Yes.”
Qamar nodded.

“How does that city across the desert compare to Al-Fatih?”
“Well,” I said, pausing for a moment before answering.
“Just… a very wealthy city?”
“How?”

I began, trying to recall the vague details of my memory.
“Well, everyone is physically fit… They wear gold and jewels all over their bodies… And… They’re all very religious.”
I paused, then added.

“There’s a set prayer time, and during that time, you have to stop even when you’re walking. So everyone carries a small rug with them so they can rest on the ground. That way, when the time approaches, they can stop, kneel, and pray.”
“That’s amazing.”
Kamar said nonchalantly, not showing any signs of admiration. I laughed a little and continued my explanation.

“They say there’s a king there, and he’s a messenger from God.”
“Did God say that?”
“No.”

I burst out laughing. Kamar, clearly displeased with something, sullenly urged me on.
“Go on. So?”
“The king was considered a messenger of God when the nation was founded.”

Still smiling, I continued.
“That’s the story. It’s said that God himself ordered the nation to be established here, and he appointed his representative as king. In exchange for absolute loyalty, the king prayed to God to protect the people, and that legacy has endured to this day. As proof, I heard that royalty possesses something incredibly special… I can’t quite remember.”
“You believe that?”

I laughed again at the astonished reaction.
“If people had heard what you said, they’d be imprisoned for blasphemy.”
And then I added mischievously,
“You’d get whipped on the back. It’d be very painful. They say it’ll leave a scar for life. It’ll be a mark of blasphemy against God.”

“And those who see that despise and curse him for the rest of their lives? Is that what God is?”
Unexpectedly, Kamar's response was sarcastic. I was taken aback and stopped laughing. An awkward silence fell. Contrary to my wishes, Kamar continued.

"He's a messenger or representative of God, but he's not God after all. He's just like us. So why blaspheme God? It's not even funny."

"That's..."
I stuttered, taken aback. Blaspheming God so casually? Was it because his memory had vanished? Or did this man come from somewhere far away? Somewhere that didn't believe in God?
"...You better be careful with that kind of talk. They say God has six ears, so he can hear everything."

"So, you believe in that nonsense, too? That ridiculous God."
The sarcastic tone left me speechless. When was the last time you prayed? Do you still have a prayer memorized? I couldn't even remember when I'd found God.
Is there really a God?

A question I'd never considered before began to creep into my chest.
“…I don't know.”
I struggled to open my mouth.

“But if it was God who brought me here, I want to believe.”
Kamar fell silent. It didn't seem to be the answer I'd expected, but it didn't matter. I smiled nonchalantly.
“Why don't you believe in God? What if you get punished later?”

I deliberately spoke lightly, and he chuckled and sneered.
“If there was a God, you wouldn't be living like this, abandoned and alone.”
“…”

I couldn't think of anything to say, so I just kept quiet. An awkward silence hung in the air for a moment. I cautiously opened my mouth.
“I don't know much either. I can't remember much. And since so much time has passed, a lot has probably changed. …If you came from there.”
I tried to recall what I knew, but it was hazy. I added quietly.
“I won’t be of much help.”

Kamar seemed to think for a moment, then asked.
“How long will it take to get there?”
I racked my brain and answered.

“I’m not sure… but I heard the desert looks like this.”
I drew a triangle shape with my index finger on his chest, one end longer than the other. Kamar glanced at me, then turned his gaze back to my face.
“This is where the shorter end meets here. When I was young, I remember crossing the desert to go to the city with my father. It took a few days. We camped, and it was fun. That’s all I know.”

A forgotten memory suddenly came flooding back.
Johann.
Mother said in a trembling voice, “You have to keep this a secret. No one can find out.”

If they find out you’re an Omega, you’ll be in big trouble.
Johann, be careful, be careful in everything you do.
When I discovered I had manifested as an Omega after suffering from a severe fever following my father's death, I didn't know what it meant. I simply felt a heavy head and light body, along with a constant itching and numbness inside, which I found fascinating.

After my Omega manifestation, my mother cried twice in front of me. When she opened her eyes after three days of unconsciousness, she looked at me and wept quietly.
"Johann, my baby."
She held me in her arms and said,

"Many things will happen to you in the future. Don't be discouraged. God only gives you trials you can endure. And..."

She kissed my cheek, looked into my face, and added,
"You are the child your mother and father gave birth to out of love. You must never forget that."

That winter, when she lay in bed with a cough that wouldn't go away and eventually passed away, she said,
"I love you, Johann." "I'm sorry I had to go to Dad's side first."
And then, as if asleep, tears welled up in my mother's eyes. Those were the second tears. On the same day as her, Rical's mother also passed away. And I was left alone ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ with Rical.

Suddenly, moisture welled up in my eyes, and I blinked quickly. Kamar, seeing this, suddenly moved his hips.
"...Ah!"
I let out a short scream involuntarily at the sensation of my lower body draining and then filling again. My genitals, which I hadn't even noticed because they had been inside my stomach, were moving slowly inside me.

"What are you thinking?"
"Ugh..."
A moan escaped my lips at Kamar's secret question. Feeling myself growing tired, I replied.

"It's just... why would you suddenly ask such a thing?"
Kamar remained silent for a moment. He simply moved his hips slowly, moving in and out of me leisurely. Finally, my breathing, which had barely calmed down, began to quicken again. I spread my knees wider and grabbed his arm. I waited for Qamar to speak, my body swaying slowly with his movements. When he finally spoke, I looked up at him, feeling a strange tension.
“Johann, won’t you leave this place with me?”

My eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected question. Qamar continued earnestly.
“We can’t continue living like this. Let’s leave this place, together.”
“Uh, where?”

Before I could say no, another question flowed out. Qamar smiled, seeming to like the question.
“Let’s go to the city. I heard the royal family live there.”
“To the city?”

He nodded as I repeated the same question.
“You can’t go to Al Fatih, right? Considering how they’ve been living in hiding here.”
His words were true. But going to the city wouldn’t change the situation. Seeing me hesitate, Kamar pulled his penis almost all the way out this time. He propped himself up on both hands, his upper body straight, and barely dangling with the tip of his penis resting on my lower hole, he began to gently rock his hips.

“Ugh, uh-uh, uh-uh.”
With each downward thrust, my folds spread, burning my hole. I grabbed his arm, not knowing what to do, and Kamar asked again.
“What do you want to do? Do you want to come out?”

“Ah, ha, but, uh-ah.”
“Johann, answer me. You’re going to come out, right?”
Kamar continued to persuade me, but his words wouldn’t register. I reached down to my penis, desperately screaming.

“Now, wait a minute, Kamar, don’t just rub there….”
“How?”
He obviously knew, but he asked casually. Eventually, I burst into tears.

"I'll go, I'll go, I'll go with you, so please…!"
The moment those words left his mouth, Kamar thrust his hips upward.
"…!"

Immediately, his massive member filled my stomach, pushing in. Kamar's pulse pounded against my soft, melted flesh. I trembled and gripped his shoulders tightly. Kamar's face appeared in my blurry vision. A shiver ran down my spine as I realized his neat face was soaked with the cum I'd just ejaculated.
Haa, haa.
As I felt the pulse pounding inside my stomach, Kamar tilted his head and kissed me. He pulled away, smiling.

"Then it's decided."
I didn't even know what he was saying, so I just nodded.