XI. The Pink Omega

The door to Room 317 swung open as if recently greased. Cassia stepped inside, her bag slung over one shoulder, already calculating how best to arrange her side of the shared space. She didn’t know what to expect from her new roommate but…

She had not expected this.

The room was small but functional, two narrow beds pressed against opposite walls with a single window between them casting the last orange light of dusk across the worn wooden floor. On the far bed, sprawled atop a tangled mess of sheets, lay a girl with pastel pink hair.

Mira, she presumed, was completely naked. Her legs were spread wide, knees bent, feet planted flat against the mattress. One hand gripped the headboard above her for leverage while the other worked furiously between her thighs, her slim fingers wrapped around fully erect cock that jutted upward from a neat nest of matching pink curls.

She was masturbating with the single-minded focus of someone who had been at it for some time. Her jiggling chest heaved with each breath, hips bucking upward into her own grip, and her eyes were squeezed shut in concentration. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on her flat stomach and the delicate curve of her flaring hips.

Cassia froze, unsure what to do. Should she just leave?

For a long moment, neither of them moved. Cassia's mind raced through possibilities, back out and knock? Pretend she hadn't seen anything? Demand an explanation? but before she could settle on any course of action, Mira's eyes fluttered open.

The pink-haired girl did not stop. Her hand continued its steady rhythm, her cock sliding through her fist with wet, obscene sounds that filled the small room. Instead of embarrassment or apology, a slow, shameless grin spread across her face.

"Well, well," Mira uttered in a very sing-song manner. She tilted her head, examining Cassia with unabashed curiosity. "Looks like the Academy finally sent me someone worth jerking off to."

Cassia's jaw tightened. She dropped her bag beside the door and crossed her arms over her chest, refusing to give this stranger the satisfaction of a flustered reaction.

"You must be Mira," she said flatly. "I'm Cassia. Your new roommate? Would it hurt you to lock the door before-" she gestured vaguely towards the futa’s cock, "-doing… that!”

Mira laughed, a bright, unselfconscious sound that echoed off the stone walls. Her hand slowed but didn't stop, and she made no move to cover herself. "Princess, this is Proximity Hall. Nothing's private here. Besides," she added, her grin widening, "I wanted to make a good first impression."

Cassia rolled her eyes so hard she felt it in her temples. The girl was slim and petite, with a beta-like frame that would have been unremarkable if she wasn't an omega. The swell of Mira's breasts were impressive but her shoulders lacked the subtle breadth that most futas developed after primacy. Even her cock, though fully erect, seemed just shy of the usual 6 inches of length for an Unus.

An omega who looks like a beta, Cassia thought. No wonder she's so **** for attention.

"So, you just... masturbate openly?" Cassia asked, keeping her voice level. She walked past Mira's bed toward her own, refusing to avert her gaze or give the impression that she was intimidated. "Is that the tradition here?"

Mira resumed her rhythm with renewed enthusiasm, her breathing growing heavier. "Only when I have an audience worth performing for."

She let her eyes drift down Cassia's body, lingering on the obvious bulge beneath Cassia's tunic. "Speaking of which, do you see something you like?"

The question hung in the air, heavy with implication. Mira's hand jerked downward, and she let out a soft moan that was definitely theatrical, definitely performative, and yet, undeniably effective at drawing attention to exactly what she was doing.

Cassia's lip curled. She began unpacking her bag with deliberate calm, placing her few belongings in the chest beside her bed. "I see someone who needs a hobby. Or perhaps a lesson in basic decency."

"No decency amongst omegas," Mira purred. She shifted position, spreading her legs wider, giving Cassia an unobstructed view of everything she had to offer. Her pussy was slick and glistening beneath her cock, and Cassia noticed with some surprise that Mira's testicles were also smaller than average, another beta-like trait. "We're all animals here, Cassia. Just animals with big dreams of bigger co-"

"Don't," Cassia interrupted, holding up a hand. "Whatever line you're about to deliver, don't."

Mira laughed again, but there was something sharper beneath the amusement now. A flicker of genuine interest. She sat up slightly, propping herself on one elbow, though her hand continued its lazy stroking. "Fine. I'll save the dirty talk for later. But you should know-" she bit her lower lip, her pastel pink brows lifting, "-I'm very good at making people change their minds."

"Is that so?"

"Mmhmm." Mira's eyes glittered. "I'm looking for someone special. Someone who'll be my first beta." She said it as casually as another girl might discuss her favorite wine or her preferred position in bed. "I've been told I have a talent for persuasion. And you-" she tilted her head, studying Cassia like a puzzle she was already solving, "-you've got that look. That I’m so proud and untouchable, 'I'm-going-to-be-an-alpha' look."

Cassia felt her hackles rise. "I am going to be an alpha."

Damn it, walked right into that one.

"Everyone says that." Mira laughed, finally stopping her masturbation to sit up fully. She stretched like a cat, unconcerned with her nudity, and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. Her cock, still hard, jutted out like a spear. "But most of them end up betas. Bent over someone's desk, moaning for more, begging to be bred like the good little-"

"Are you always this insufferable?" Cassia snapped.

Mira's smile didn't waver. "Are you always this easy to rile up?"

They stared at each other across the narrow gap between their beds. Cassia could feel her own heart beating faster, though she refused to identify whether it was anger or something else entirely. The room smelled of Mira's arousal, sweet, and cloying. Cassia's body, traitor that it was, responded to the scent with a blooming warmth between her legs.

She crushed it immediately. No. I am not some beta-in-waiting. I am to be an alpha. I will not be tempted. Especially, by the likes of this pink haired temptress.

"I'm going to unpack," Cassia said firmly, turning her back to her roommate. "Whatever it is you're trying to accomplish here, you can stop. I'm not interested."

"Oh, I don't think that's true." Mira's voice had dropped to something lower, almost conspiratorial. "I can smell you to, you know. You're not as unaffected as you pretend to be."

Cassia's hands tightened around the shirt she was folding. "My biological responses are none of your concern."

"Everything about you is my concern, roomie." The bed creaked as Mira stood, and Cassia heard soft footsteps approaching. "We're going to be spending a lot of time together. Eating together. Studying together. Sleeping in the same room while we both-"

"Touch me and I'll break your wrist."

Mira stopped, perhaps three feet away but Cassia could still feel her presence behind her. When Mira spoke again, there was something almost like respect in her voice.

"You're serious."

"I'm always serious."

A pause. Then Mira laughed, not the performative giggle from before, but something genuine. "Good. The last timid girl they roomed me with blue-balled me by leaving before we could have any fun together. Couldn't handle the stress. Left after three days." She stepped back, and Cassia heard her flop onto her bed again. "You're made of sterner stuff. I like that. It will be so much sweeter to watch you break."

Cassia risked a glance over her shoulder. Mira had resumed her reclined position, legs spread, one hand idly tracing circles on the tip of her erect cock.

"Let me guess," Cassia said dryly. "This is where you propose some kind of challenge, or arrangement? Don’t bother. My mothers educated me how to recognize all of the tricks.”

Mira's eyes sparkled. "Oh, I wasn't going to propose anything today silly. You just got here. That would be very rude." She said with faux sincerity, still playing with herself. "But I'll warn you now, Princess. I'm very patient. And by the time this semester is over, you're going to be warming the foot of my bed."

"Keep dreaming pipsqueak."

Mira expression soured slightly at Cassia’s use of ‘pipsqueak’, before she smiled and settled back into her pillow with a satisfied sigh. "I hope you’re not much of a light sleeper, roomie. I tend to need at least three orgasms before I go to sleep, and I tend to get a bit loud."

Cassia turned back to her unpacking, her jaw set so tight it ached. Her thighs dampened slightly as she arranged her clothes in the small wooden wardrobe beside her bed, and she hated herself for it.

This is nothing, she told herself. She's just another omega. An annoying one, yes, but no more dangerous than any other. I can survive this.

But even as she thought it, she could feel Mira's gaze on her back like a physical touch. Could smell that sweet, cloying scent that seemed to seep out of her skin. Could hear the soft, wet sounds of her roommate's hand rhythmically moving up and down.

Cassia briefly wondered what it would feel like to impale herself upon that weapon, replacing hand with a warm, inviting cunt...

No! Cassia vowed to herself, by the time this semester was over, it was she who was going to have Pinky over there as her beta. From then on, the only time Mira would be loud, was when she she was bouncing up and down upon Cassia's cock.

Cassia closed the wardrobe door harder than necessary. She could endure this. This was the start of her rise. She would prove that she was stronger than some beta-looking omega with an inferiority complex and an exhibitionist streak.