As an Omega General, I Must Be Beautiful and Strong

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

He is the Federation's youngest general, and the living nightmare who terrifies every military cadet. Every year during new recruit training, some hotheaded Alpha tries to challenge his authority. Without exception, Qi Yuan beats them so badly they question their whole lives.

He wears a silver mask year-round, covering the lower half of his face. Federation military academy regulations require Omega instructors to conceal their appearance so they won't distract Alpha cadets.

As a result, rumors about him grow wilder by the day. They say he must be hideously ugly beneath the mask, which is why he devotes himself entirely to mecha combat and has become an emotionless war machine.

Lu Fenghan, a once-in-a-century genius and the instructor's biggest headache, is the most troublesome cadet of all. On his first day at the academy, chewing a nutrition bar and strolling through the gate with one hand in his pocket, he smashed every entrance exam record with his combat statistics.

Then he met Qi Yuan. In 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 my health. It's because Alpha soldiers like you make me physically sick."

It was a blatant warning, but it had no effect on Lu Fenghan whatsoever.

From then on, Lu Fenghan pursued him with reckless persistence.

He applied to be Qi Yuan's sparring partner and was beaten badly enough to end up in the hospital three times. When he was discharged, his first words were, "Instructor, could you not hit me in the face next time? I need my looks to win you over."

He left nutrition supplements outside Qi Yuan's dorm, only for them to be thrown away, then left more. He always sat in the front row during Qi Yuan's lectures. During a mecha combat exercise, he even used the public channel to say in front of every student and instructor, in his usual flippant tone, "Instructor Qi, you look so damn irresistible when you're covering me. I want to kiss your lips, then keep kissing down your neck to your collarbone, leaving my kisses everywhere."

He was sentenced to a month in solitary confinement. Everyone said Lu Fenghan was crazy. He could pursue a sweet, soft little Omega, but instead he went after an unfeeling NPC.

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

Qi Yuan finally smiled, though it was a cold smile. "Get lost."

But Lu Fenghan seemed even more excited.

On the day of the Federation's military exercise, faulty intelligence left the whole force surrounded. Qi Yuan prepared to use himself as bait so everyone else could retreat.

Lu Fenghan kicked open his cockpit door, drenched in blood, his eyes bloodshot. "Don't tell me you want me to run away like a coward! If we're going to die, I'm dying before you!"

Then he suddenly caught the sweet, musky scent of an Omega in heat.

Despite Qi Yuan's resistance, he forcibly removed Qi Yuan's mask and saw his face for the first time.

A deity sculpted from ice and snow, with black hair, pale skin, and red lips against white teeth, yet he inspired the urge to ravish him.

"Beautiful," Lu Fenghan said, gripping his chin and kissing him with a grin. "So every time you beat me, you were seducing me."

Qi Yuan's eyes reddened at the intensely invasive scent, and he tried to push Lu Fenghan away with a cold expression. But the Alpha was too strong, and his Omega instincts, suppressed for most of his life, had for the first time gone out of control. Without even being marked, he craved being possessed by an Alpha, wildly and to the very depths of his body.

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As usual, this is about a gorgeous, powerful, tragic, universally adored Omega bottom 🥰. At least five people are interested in him, and every one of them has designs on him. But as the blurb makes clear, the only one who truly gets him is the top.

1v1. The bottom's gestational sacs are damaged, so he can't have children, and he's hard to win over. The reason everyone adores him is probably his beauty and kindness, plus a latent sensuality (crossed out) and a homemaker's charm.

I just want to write about a repressed Omega who has both beauty and power. He uses suppressants until his arms look like pin cushions, puts muzzles on Alphas, faces the helplessness of his heat alone on lonely nights, and endures the feverish desire while planting a foot on an Alpha and telling him he's not worthy of getting close. He's completely aloof and cold, a high-and-mighty flower on a cliff, but warm inside. Peel him open and he's cotton-soft, tenderhearted, and even softer in that other way 🥵

Pheromones: ivy and tuberose

Theme: May you be loved, or love yourself, and have a happy, warm life.