So he was confirmed to be an omega before getting drugged? The early chapters made it seem like his family just assumed he was going to be an omega. But that doesn’t make sense, cuz how was the MC already reacting to his pheromones if he was also a recessive omega, doesn’t that just mean he was an alpha? Cuz if he was originally an omega how was the MC reacting to his pheromones?
Yes, he had a second awakening of his gender after his initial awakening, this doesn't usually happen unless one experienced an intense change of emotions and a trigger which in their case is the accidental bonding. It's like a second puberty after your first one.
ML’s history of multiple partners isn’t about promiscuity; it’s rooted in survival. Back in their school years, ML and MC were both drugged through a spiked soda, which led to them forming a bond. That incident triggered ML’s transformation from a supposed omega into an alpha; a process that is notoriously agonizing. His body had already developed as an omega, so the sudden shift meant his bones and physique had to essentially break and reform to fit an alpha’s frame. Imagine the sensation of your skeleton being shattered and rearranged; that’s the kind of torment he endured.
This transformation pushed ML into severe pheromone shock. Normally, the pheromones of a bonded partner would stabilize him, but because MC was cut off from his life after the incident, ML had no choice but to seek relief elsewhere. Unfortunately, his condition was so extreme that ordinary or weaker pheromones couldn’t ease his symptoms, only MC’s could truly balance him. As a result, he had to rely on multiple omegas to keep himself alive.
It’s important to distinguish between seeking out sexual relationships for pleasure versus doing so to prevent his body from literally collapsing under the overflow of his own pheromones. Without intervention, the buildup would cause his body to rupture, flesh, blood, veins, everything. That’s how dire it was.
Labeling him a “manwhore” ignores this reality. ML didn’t enjoy these encounters, they were mechanical, a grim routine to stave off death. His eyes were lifeless, his expression empty, because for him, intimacy had become nothing more than a treatment for his illness.