The Insect Mother Awakens

The Phinell people are insectoids, or at least they once were.

They were a branch of the vast, chaotic insectoid species, separated from the rest, altered, and forcibly twisted into a humanoid form.

A massive explosion at an experimental site killed all the insectoids, but gave rise to the Phinell civilization as it exists today. They have human forms, but retain some insectoid physiological traits, social structures, and instincts. Most central among these are their absolute obedience to "pheromones" and their "King," as well as a pathological craving, deeply rooted in their genes, for a collective will.

As King of the Phinell people, Aslan awaited his own death.

The Star Network called him a notorious tyrant. The Phinell might be invincible on the interstellar battlefield, but weren't they still forced to kneel before the tyrant?

Aslan had no intention of denying it. Although he didn't consider himself a tyrant, just a little cold, and especially cold toward those who professed their love for him.

The Phinell lived by the rule that the King came first. The entire star region was the King's territory, and every Phinell within it was his property.

As a result, Aslan had countless consorts in name.

Unfortunately, the System told him that they would all eventually kill him, because a King with purer blood was about to be born.

A King was judged by a number of criteria, the most important of which was the ability to bear children.

And yet he was the least fertile King in his entire species' history: a malformed, powerful defective sitting on the throne.

How ironic.

The only thing that could have secured his place as King was probably the fact that his honey production was impossibly high.

The excessively young silver-haired monarch lifted a hand. Through the soft fabric of his clothes, his pale, slender fingers gently pressed the left side of his neck.

Beneath the skin there lay his gland, slowly secreting a viscous, golden-yellow liquid: royal honey.

It was an essence rich in pheromones, energy, and active substances, essential for Phinell warriors to maintain mental stability, rouse their fighting spirit, and even survive grievous injuries. For those elite soldiers who fought for long periods on the front lines of the interstellar battlefield, regularly obtaining and absorbing royal honey was the only way to keep them from going mad or suffering genetic collapse when their mental strain and genetic erosion reached the critical point.

He had no need to explain himself to anyone, much less deny anything.

History was written by the victors, and his "victory" was destined to end the instant a pureblood hatched.

He was simply waiting for his fated death to arrive in a sufficiently dramatic fashion.

Until the day an allied army of foreign species besieged the capital, claiming to possess a "true pureblood new King."

The Phinell army, teetering on the verge of collapse, all turned to look at their haughty tyrant.

The System happily prepared to wrap things up, but none of the key plot points, the assassination and betrayal, happened.

The tyrant turned the tide of the battle and nearly died before their eyes, staring down at the invaders with cold pride.

The honorific the Phinell had once abandoned rang beneath the heavens at that moment: "King."

The so-called pureblood new King was nothing more than a monster created in a human laboratory, just as unable to bear children as the tyrant.

But only a handful of Phinell knew that before losing his memory, the tyrant had already had offspring.

A terrifying, bloodthirsty pureblood insectoid was about to awaken within the monarch's body.

After returning as King, he had lost his memory. He still looked coldly at the servants below him, a group of terrifying new Phinell who were no longer what they once had been.

"Who am I?"

"You are the King of the Phinell."

"And who are you?" He pressed a hand to his lower back, which felt strangely sore and swollen.

They fell silent for a moment.

"We are your property," the slit-pupiled Phinell whispered. He stepped forward, stopped at a safe distance, and knelt on one knee, looking up at him. "We are your sharpest and most loyal blades."

"And also... sinners."

Sinners? Aslan tilted his head slightly.

The word stirred nothing in his empty memories, but it made the sluggish feeling inside his body shift slightly.

A ripple came from deep in his abdomen, then vanished in an instant.

The moment he returned to the throne, the gaze of the offspring below him suddenly turned dazzlingly bright. Aslan realized something was wrong and instinctively leaned back into the depths of the throne, looking down coldly.

Something was amiss.

He was not only the King who had returned.

His once-empty womb had brought back a secret, a secret powerful enough to overturn every established rule of the Phinell.

◆ Cold, wise ruler on the receiving end x mad consorts on the pursuing end

◆ The receiving lead is the strongest. In essence, all the insectoids beg him to stay alive.

◆ An egg containing an unknown offspring incubates on the throne. The Supreme Insect Mother, in a traditional insectoid revival story.

◆ Many pursuing leads, all competing against each other. No cheating or promiscuity among the pursuing leads. There will be no harem, because the Insect Mother has only one consort.

◆ The Insect Mother comes first. The insectoids have difficulty with emotions, but love their Insect Mother dearly.

◆ An entirely fictional setting, unrelated to reality. Please don't associate it with real life. The protagonists criticize and resist unreasonable social structures and bad customs. They do not condone or promote using unjust social systems to persecute others. The story is about equality and living together in peace.

As an Omega General, I Must Be Beautiful and Powerful

Qi Yuan is a legend at Lucifer Military Academy of the Interstellar Federation.

He is the Federation's youngest general and a living nightmare who terrifies every military cadet. Every year during new recruit training, hotheaded Alpha cadets try to challenge his authority. Without exception, he beats them himself until they question their own existence.

He wears a silver mask all year round to cover the lower half of his face. Federation military academy regulations require Omega instructors to conceal their looks so they won't distract Alpha students.

As a result, rumors about him continue to spread. People say he must be hideously ugly under the mask, which is why he devoted himself entirely to mech combat and became an emotionless war machine.

Lu Fenghan is a once-in-a-century genius, and the most troublesome student to his instructors. On his first day at the academy, he walked through the gates with a nutrition bar in his mouth and one hand in his pocket, then shattered every entrance exam record with his combat data.

Until he met Qi Yuan. During their first combat lesson, Qi Yuan disarmed him in three moves and pinned him to the ground.

"I didn't become an instructor because of a physical problem. I feel physically sick around Alpha soldiers like you."

It was an unmistakable warning, but it had no effect on Lu Fenghan whatsoever.

From then on, Lu Fenghan pursued him relentlessly.

He applied to be Qi Yuan's sparring partner and was hospitalized three times after getting beaten up. His first words after being discharged were, "Instructor, could you avoid hitting my face next time? I need it to win you over."

He left nutrition supplements outside Qi Yuan's dorm. They were thrown out, so he left more. He always sat in the front row during Qi Yuan's lectures. During a mech combat exercise, he even used the public channel to say in front of the entire faculty and student body, in his usual irreverent tone, "Instructor Qi, the way you cover me is so damn irresistible. I really want to kiss your lips, then kiss down your neck to your collarbone, leaving kisses all over your chest and waist."

He was confined to his quarters for a month. Everyone said Lu Fenghan was crazy: why pursue an unapproachable NPC when he could go after a sweet, soft Omega?

When he got out, the first thing Lu Fenghan did was find Qi Yuan and say with a cheeky grin, "I heard you weren't always like this. You used to be gentle and cute, and not nearly this good at fighting. Tell me, who made you so cold-blooded? I'll kill him."

At that moment, Qi Yuan finally smiled a little, though it was a cold smile. "Get lost."

But Lu Fenghan seemed even more excited.

On the day of the Federation military exercise, bad intelligence led to the entire army being surrounded. Qi Yuan prepared to use himself as bait to cover everyone's retreat.

Lu Fenghan kicked open his cockpit door, covered in blood, his eyes red. "Don't tell me you want me to be a damn deserter! I haven't even fucked you yet! Even if I die, I'll die before you!"

But then he suddenly smelled the sweet, pungent scent of an Omega in heat.

Against Qi Yuan's protests, he forcibly removed Qi Yuan's mask and saw the face beneath it for the first time.

A deity sculpted from ice and snow, with black hair, snow-white skin, and red lips against white teeth, inspiring an urge to ravage him.

"Beautiful boy." Lu Fenghan took his chin and kissed him with a grin. "So every time you beat me up, you were seducing me."

Qi Yuan's eyes reddened at the corners from the highly invasive pheromones. He tried to push Lu Fenghan away with a cold expression, but realized the Alpha was too strong. The Omega instincts he'd suppressed for most of his life, never before marked, lost control for the first time, craving to be possessed by an Alpha as deeply and wildly as possible.

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As usual, a gorgeous, powerful Omega on the receiving end, adored by everyone 🥰 At least five people will like him, and every one of them will have inappropriate thoughts about him. But as the blurb makes clear, only the pursuing lead truly gets him.

One-on-one romance. The receiving lead's womb is damaged, so he can't have children, and he's difficult to win over. The reason he becomes so popular is probably his beauty, kindness, and latent sex appeal (crossed out), plus his housewife potential.

I just want to write about a beautiful, powerful Omega suffering from sexual repression. He uses suppressants until his arms are riddled with needle marks, puts muzzles on Alphas, faces the helplessness of his heat alone on lonely nights, and stands on an Alpha while burning with desire, telling him, "You're not worthy of being near me." He's a completely cold, unattainable flower, but warm inside. Underneath, he's as soft as cotton, and his heart is even softer 🥵

Pheromones: English ivy vs. tuberose

Theme: Actively pursue a happy life and take charge of it