Astonishing! The Only Human Female in the Galaxy!

[Rival suitors in a chaotic love triangle] [Five husbands] [Interstellar beastfolk] [One woman, multiple men] [All male leads are virgins]

In the third year of the apocalypse, everyone else awakened lightning or fire powers. An Duoduo awakened... a natural fragrance.

One that could suddenly flare up without warning.

Well, at least it was special. She got by on her experience as a stockpiling influencer, until she starved herself unconscious. When she opened her eyes, she was in the interstellar beastfolk world three thousand years in the future.

Here, males outnumber females, and females are so precious it's absurd. A female can legally have multiple beastfolk husbands.

But An Duoduo has no beast ears or tail, and her hair is cropped shorter than a male's. Mistaken for “a disabled beastfolk who is far too good-looking,” she is kicked to a low-tier star sector.

She works at a convenience store and meets Li Xing, who risks his life for money at an underground casino. They share a shabby little room. Money is tight, but they manage.

Until she accidentally eats an aphrodisiac and her fragrance runs wild...

The low-tier star sector goes into a frenzy. The Female Protection Association rushes into action overnight, and the results of her genetic test shock the Federation:

She isn't a female beastfolk. She's a pure-blood human, the origin of the beastfolk evolutionary tree, and the only cure for beastfolk mental power rampages.

The Federation's Supreme Council issues an order: within one year, she must be matched with five husbands.

A restrained and self-controlled wolf clan young marshal, a sharp-tongued and venomous snake clan fighter, an ascetic and obsessive head of the Female Protection Association, a frivolous and carefree fifth prince of the fox clan, and a space pirate who follows her scent to her door...

An Duoduo looks at the five handsome faces before her, each with a distinct style but all gazing at her with burning intensity, and slowly types out a question mark:

“Five... isn't that a bit much?”

They answer in unison:

“Not one of us can be left out.”