[BL] The Omega Boss Mafia is Secretly a Pervert?!-Chapter 120: In the Greenhouse

"Huh. You are still as soft when it comes to your hobbies," Lucien commented.

"That is because I have a green thumb," Mikhail replied casually. "And you never fail to kill every plant you touch, which honestly might be a skill on its own."

He stepped into the greenhouse, revealing a space that was vast and carefully maintained. Flowers filled the air with layered fragrances, ranging from common blooms to rare orchids arranged with deliberate care.

Between them stood dwarf fruit trees such as lemons, figs, and oranges, along with ornamental shrubs and evergreen plants that gave the place a sense of permanence.

At the center was a small fountain, its water flowing gently. Behind it stood a bench swing layered with soft pillows, a low table placed neatly in front, and wooden chairs arranged around it.

The entire space felt warm and peaceful, so different from the Devil himself. He was fire, the kind that consumed everything in its path.

He placed Lucien on the bench swing, making sure he was seated comfortably among the pillows. Then he stepped back, arms loosely crossed, clearly proud.

"Isn’t this place amazing? I built it from scratch."

"Hm. I suppose you can say that," Lucien replied.

In the past, Lucien had always been jealous of how skilled Mikhail was with plants.

Even his mother had spent time with him, trusting the alpha to care for her favorite section of the garden filled with Souvenir de la Malmaison roses.

Hybrid tea roses with large, pale pink petals and a fragrance so rich that Lucien could almost smell it even now.

"You planted my mother’s favorite flowers?" Lucien asked quietly.

Mikhail sat beside him. "Of course. That was the first flower I ever managed to grow properly."

Silence followed.

Lucien didn’t know what to say next. There were questions he had buried for years, questions about his father, about betrayal, about blood that could never be washed away. But this was not the moment for them.

In this glasshouse, only his mother lingered in his thoughts.

Elena’s voice was no longer clear in his memory, and her face had begun to blur with time. Photos and recordings helped, but they were only fragments. Never enough.

Suddenly, the sound of wings cut through the quiet.

Two brilliantly colored birds flew down from a nearby tree, their feathers flashing red, yellow, and blue as they landed on the table in front of them.

Scarlet macaws.

Mikhail smirked. "You want treats, huh?"

"Yes, treats. Treats!" Both birds chirped loudly.

Lucien’s eyes lit up with interest. "Oh, this is fun. Can you say, fuck you Reznik?"

"Treats. And we talk," one of the birds replied as it hopped onto Lucien’s shoulder, its mate settling on the other side.

"Lucien, we love!"

Lucien blinked. "How do they know my name?"

"I have no idea," Mikhail said, shrugging as he reached beneath the chair and pulled out a small box.

He took out a pocket of pistachios, and the birds immediately flew down to his thighs, waiting expectantly.

"Repeat after me," Mikhail said with a chuckle. "Dumb dumb Lucien."

"Dumb dumb Lucien!" the macaws repeated in perfect unison.

They kept chanting it again and again, like a rehearsed chorus, until Mikhail finally broke into laughter, unable to stop himself.

Lucien scowled, surrounded by traitors with wings. He then took the treats from the alpha’s hand, and the birds immediately followed him.

"Say it," he said with a grin. "Fuck you Reznik."

"Fuck you. Fuck you Reznik!" The macaws repeated loudly.

He laughed and tossed two pistachios into the air. The birds flew up instantly, catching them midair before landing nearby to crack them open with their beaks.

Mikhail quickly took the remaining treats back. "You should not teach them cursed words. They are basically babies, Lucien." He shook his head in disbelief.

"So now I am the villain?" Lucien crossed his arms irritably. "You taught them cursed words too."

"Dumb is not a cursed word."

"It is the same thing. It is an insult," he snapped. "So shut up."

"Shut up. Shut up," the birds echoed cheerfully, their voices bouncing around the glasshouse.

"You are a terrible influence," the alpha said, shaking his head again.

"What? You annoying bastard!"

Without warning, Mikhail reached out and covered Lucien’s mouth, pushing him back until he leaned against the bench swing.

"Shhh," he whispered. "They will repeat everything we say."

"Mmph!" he pulled away from his hand. "Then stop talking," he said with a pout.

For some reason, that only made Mikhail grin.

He leaned in and kissed him.

Their lips met softly, catching Lucien completely off guard. He tried to shove him away, but the Devil caught his wrists easily, holding them down as if it was nothing.

He licked Lucien’s lower lip and nibbled it gently, sucking until the omega’s lips parted. The taste of fig and nectar lingered, sweet and intoxicating. He could not resist. His Star was too close, too warm, too vivid in his arms.

It was insane how they were only kissing instead of tearing each other apart.

Mikhail pressed further, biting softly until Lucien opened his mouth. He slipped his tongue inside, careful to avoid teeth, slow and deliberate as he deepened the kiss.

His hand cradled the back of his omega’s head, keeping him close as heat rushed through them both.

His Star face flushed red, his breath growing uneven as the kiss stole what little air he had.

’I want to fuck him so badly.’

The thought burned through Mikhail’s mind. This hunger for Lucien made no sense. His scent alone was enough to drive him half mad.

When he finally pulled away, both of them were breathing hard.

Before either could speak, a loud voice cut through the silence.

"Fuck you Reznik!"

"Oooooh, kiss kiss. Muah muah!"

They both turned their heads at the same time.

The scarlet macaws were rubbing their beaks together, mimicking the sounds of kissing with accuracy.

Lucien groaned in embarrassment. Mikhail burst out laughing.

He tossed snacks at them like rain, praising their performance while clearly enjoying the omega misery far too much.

"Ugh, you jerk," Lucien muttered.

"I know," he said smugly. "And you love this jerk."

Lucien rolled his eyes but stayed where he was, letting the moment stretch a little longer in the warmth of the glasshouse.