The Whole World Mutated, but My Style Doesn't Fit

Black tentacles coiled tightly around Duan Qiu. The rest writhed on the ground, eager to move, probing upward and finding gaps to climb through. Their sticky, slippery touch had once made Duan Qiu's hair stand on end, but now he was unfazed. He watched the tentacles repeatedly try to rub against him, wanting to wrap him up completely, and expertly tore them off.

Back in his room, before he had even washed all the slime off himself, a tail hooked around his ankle. Its scales scraped his skin and tickled as it began winding its way up his leg, round and round.

Duan Qiu looked at the tail around his leg and sighed helplessly. He dragged the person hiding in the shadows out and threw him outside.

Standing in the bathroom, he stared blankly at his slime-soaked clothes and the red marks on his ankle, wondering how things had come to this.

Duan Qiu wiped his face. An absurd thought suddenly popped into his head: How about having a fully enclosed outfit made to prevent pheromones from leaking, then welding it onto himself?

Home wasn't safe. The school dorm wasn't safe. He couldn't even go anywhere with water.

He stared at the showerhead and said, exasperated, “What kind of virus did this stupid meteorite bring? Why did everyone else mutate by awakening mechanical limbs, gaining psychic powers, or growing wings and claws, while I turned into a walking magnet?!”

This wasn't meteorite radiation. It was clearly a “same-sex mutant locator”! The radiation from the meteorite had not only altered human genes, it had also turned his scent into a highly concentrated attractant. Only men whose mutation levels met the threshold could smell it, and it attracted only men. It was as if the words “Come wrap yourself around me” had been carved into his genes.

Thinking about everything that had happened lately, he completely broke down. He could hardly take it anymore. He didn't dare sleep, didn't dare stay at home, and there were even more perverts at school.

He tried asking two friends who had just returned from abroad if he could stay with them, only to find that they were even bigger perverts.

At long last, he finally met someone normal.

But... He glanced out of the corner of his eye at the person standing openly not far behind him. The guy wasn't even bothering to pretend. His stalking was so obvious.

There was seriously something wrong with this world!

[Note]

1VN, multiple endings, with the gong as the main character.

Advance preview

On the first day after arriving, Wen Shu stood in front of a detached mansion with a lawn and swimming pool, his fingers gripping the handle of his suitcase. For once, he was at a loss for words.

He really wondered what his parents had been thinking. Before he left, they had only said that this host family was made up of old friends of theirs, warm and welcoming. They hadn't mentioned a word about how wealthy the family was. They weren't just well-off; they were rolling in money.

The couple who opened the door to greet him smiled broadly. Their American English came at him like a wave of heat. They had barely exchanged a few pleasantries when the hostess patted him on the shoulder and bluntly told him in accented Chinese, “Wen, we've been friends with your parents for decades, so let's not stand on ceremony. Our son Clemens is gay. He's seen your photos and really likes your type. Remember to lock your door tonight.”

Wen Shu: “...”

He stood there dumbfounded, wondering if jet lag had made him hallucinate. So his parents had sent him here not just to study abroad, but also to “package” him and recommend him to their friend's son? His heart was in pieces, and he didn't know what to say. All he could do was force a stiff smile and mumble a reply.

As expected of America. Even the parents were so... direct.

After showering that evening, he was about to go downstairs for a drink of water.

He opened the door just as the boy next door opened his. Standing backlit in the doorway, the boy was exceptionally tall, nearly two meters, and almost filled the whole doorframe. His wet blond hair clung to his temples. Water trickled along his sharply defined jaw and disappeared into his open bathrobe, revealing well-defined pectorals and abs. He looked strong, yet had a boyish, slightly goofy air about him.

His deep blue eyes crinkled as Clemens Anderson grinned at him, his white teeth dazzling. “You must be Wen! Mom said you were coming.”

Wen Shu looked him over, then paused.

He was exactly like a big golden retriever fresh out of the pool, and an extra-large one at that.

He hadn't taken the host parents' words too seriously. Good-looking people were popular wherever they went, but that didn't mean everyone would like him.

Apparently, though, Clemens's parents knew their son better than he did.

Wen Shu woke up with a weight pressing on his chest. The instant he lifted the covers, he came face-to-face with a head of fluffy blond hair.

At some point, Clemens had slipped into his bed and curled up, burying his face against Wen Shu's stomach. His breath was warm, and his arms were wrapped around Wen Shu's waist on instinct. Like a clingy big dog, he was fast asleep.

Wen Shu looked down at the head buried against his lower abdomen and stayed silent for a full three minutes.

Lock the door?

They'd been getting along just fine, so tonight... he hadn't locked it.

A cool, aloof, flirtatious shou with a rich inner world x a possessive, clingy puppy gong who plays rugby.

Theme: Live for yourself, and make your life shine