To fight back against the apocalypse, my scientist boyfriend developed a potion that could turn people into beastmen.
The potion had never been tested, and we had no idea what side effects it might have.
When my sworn enemy found out, he brought a gang of burly men to kill my boyfriend and steal his research.
Without hesitation, I drank the unfinished potion, transformed into a beastman, and saved my boyfriend.
But the price of becoming a beastman was enduring the agonizing rejection reaction every single day.
My boyfriend promised to develop an antidote as soon as possible to remove the beast genes and ease my suffering.
Yet just because his junior apprentice was bitten by a beast, he gave her the antidote he had worked so hard to create.
Dragging my incompatible beast body along, I went to confront him.
Instead, I caught his junior apprentice sitting affectionately on his lap.
“If you give me the antidote, what will happen to Mumu?”
“She’s been a beastman for years. She should be used to it by now.”
“How could she compare to you, so delicate and precious?”
In that moment, the conviction I had clung to for so long collapsed completely.
