The Pitiful Little One of the Stars Is Actually a Military Academy Student With Explosive Firepower

A sweet, delicate-looking girl joins this year’s incoming class at the Fire Department of Landnath Academy, a military school for espers. Among the fiery-tempered, arrogant students of the Fire Department, she sticks out like a sore thumb.

Word is, she survived a wave of alien beasts on a remote planet, then developed a mental damage disorder in its wake. She lives in a shelter on an upper-tier planet and gets by on monthly welfare payments.

Seeing her pale, frail figure, the professors’ sympathy overflows, and they go out of their way to look after her.

Landnath has had strange luck these past few years. It keeps producing talented students in the mobile and support roles, and even recruited a once-in-a-century S+ grade support-type wood esper. But dangerous offensive talents are few and far between. At the interschool league, they can’t even field a single S-grade attacker… They either come in last or nearly last.

The professors: What a headache!

Who could have guessed that starting with the military academy meet before the league, students from all the other academies would keep suffering at Landnath’s hands?

The professors took a closer look. That little menace who blew up the meet, took on an S-grade opponent solo, and stormed an alien beast nest… wasn’t she the sweet, frail little white flower from the Fire Department’s incoming class?

Wait, wasn’t her esper ability only A- grade?!

Military academy students soon noticed that ever since they discovered Landnath had a seemingly innocent, harmless powder keg, the school’s whole vibe had turned bizarre.

The aloof ice-type beauty became a nonstop flirt, the frail, delicate gold-type turned out to be a legendary punching bag, the quiet, withdrawn attacker was actually vicious and sharp-tongued, and the gentle, well-mannered freshman kept pulling dirty tricks…

The only genius who still looked normal, the S+ support team captain: I am trying to keep things under control, you know…

Years later, someone asked Ye Ying, the sensationally dangerous fire-type esper: “Why did you choose Landnath back then?”

Ye Ying’s eyes curved into a smile. “Because the person who rescued me was wearing a Landnath combat uniform.”

[Ensemble cast + steady power progression + everyone’s favorite]

Coming soon: My Brother Can’t Possibly Be My Lover! [ABO]

One late night, a post appeared on the starnet.

Poster: [Help! If I have an episode of pheromone instability, and the only person with a high enough compatibility match to give me a temporary mark every week is my brother, what should I do?]

Sleep-deprived netizens enthusiastically debated: [What do you mean? Aren’t pheromone matches supposed to exclude blood relatives? Is he your actual brother or your lover-brother?]

Poster: [We’re not related by blood, but we’re closer than most siblings. I was adopted. My family says they’re going to introduce my brother to a suitable Omega for marriage soon, and I’m worried this will interfere with his chances of a normal relationship and marriage.]

[Is your brother the only one who’s compatible with you?]

Poster: [Yes. I’m baffled too, but there really aren’t any unmarried Alphas in the matching database who are compatible with me. So he’s been helping me ever since I started having episodes three months ago.]

After dozens of heated replies, someone suddenly posted a link: [Studies show that the effectiveness of temporary marks between the same AO pair decreases with each marking, and they remain effective for no more than three months. There are only two exceptions, and both conditions must be met: One, their compatibility exceeds 60%. Two, while close to each other and leaving a temporary mark, both parties unconsciously release hormones such as dopamine that make the brain feel pleasure and excitement. In other words, both of them have to be feeling attracted to each other.]

[So, poster, is he your brother or your lover-brother?]

The sudden knock at the door, “knock, knock,” coincided with her pounding heartbeat. Jiang Tang was so startled that she blanked her terminal and sprang out of bed, her face burning red

Her “brother,” Huo Xiuheng, the SSS-grade Alpha at the top of the pyramid and the youngest general in the entire empire, gazed at her without blinking. A hint of melting snow softened his cool, dignified face.

“Little sister.” He approached step by step and wrapped an arm around her waist. His long fingers brushed the hair away from her neck as he leaned down and murmured, “I’m sorry I’m late. You must be feeling awful, right? I’ll be gentle this time.”

His teeth sank into her gland again. Along with his pheromones came that familiar, inexplicable flutter. In a daze, Jiang Tang recalled a few phrases from the post, and a sudden chill ran through her.

-

Huo Xiuheng had gotten whatever he wanted since childhood. Nothing had ever escaped his control.

Except his “little sister.”

The day he dropped his mask, he pressed her at every turn, no longer calm and composed. A flash of obsession showed plainly in his eyes as he lightly pinched Jiang Tang’s chin.

“You kept saying I was a good match for someone else, setting me up with other people, and even giving away the things I gave you… You really are my ‘good little sister.’”

Jiang Tang stubbornly denied what she felt. “That’s right. We’ll always be good siblings.”

Huo Xiuheng gave a cold laugh, then pressed a kiss to her lips that left no room for resistance. “Good siblings? Anyone who wants to be one can go ahead.”

[Cool, mature, scheming older-brother fox x cheerful, adorable ray-of-sunshine younger sister]

[This is not a strong female lead story. It’s an indulgence in personal kinks.]

Theme: Reject stereotypes and live life in your own way