In a Matriarchal World, Who Wants to Be Your Dog?

[Matriarchy + Transmigration + Beastfolk + One-on-One Romance + The Irresistible Appeal of Something You Initially Resist]

Shen Mo transmigrates into the body of a young spiritkin puppy presented as tribute to the female emperor.

He sets three rules for himself: act dumb, stay alive, and look for a chance to escape.

But the female emperor’s gaze grows more and more intense. She carries him to the imperial bed to sleep, rubs him until he goes limp in the hot springs, protects him in front of the empress dowager, and tells him at the hunting grounds, “With me here, no one dares say a thing about you.”

Shen Mo keeps telling himself: I’m human, not a dog. I can’t let myself become a pet.

And all the while, he can’t stop wagging his tail in her palm.

Eventually, he admits it: so what if he’s fallen for her? She seems to like him too.

But what he never expected was that this spiritkin body concealed a secret even the female emperor didn’t know.

As the power within him grows stronger, as his canine teeth can crush steel, and his claws can tear through the defenses of the Return to Truth Realm...

Shen Mo pins her against the wall, his voice hoarse and almost unrecognizable.

“Once, you were the ruler and I was a beast.”

“Now, worldly judgment and the shackles of etiquette can’t stop me.”