Cherishing That Poor Little Omega

[Male lead’s perspective, devoted top, read the warnings]

The first time I saw that poor little thing was at a party.

He was huddled in a corner as his biological father announced that his older brother had presented as an S-class omega, quietly stuffing cake into his mouth.

His cheeks were puffed out, which was pretty cute. But I guessed he wasn’t doing well, because when his father looked over, he actually hid under the table.

I asked one of my subordinates and learned that he was the Fang family’s youngest son. He had presented early a couple of years ago, and he was a low-grade omega.

Low-grade…?

When I looked over again, he was already gone. I reluctantly turned my gaze away, wondering how I could lure him over to my side.

That little guy, Fang Zhixu, had a beautiful pair of eyes.

It may sound unbelievable, but I really did fall in love with Fang Zhixu at first sight. I was nearly thirty, and this was the first time I’d ever fallen for anyone. And it was a kid, at that.

I didn’t feel ashamed. I looked into his background, and his life was so miserable that even calling it tragic didn’t do it justice. In that case, I might as well bring him to live with me.

I pulled a few strings and successfully got the matching system to pair Fang Zhixu with me. The day the results came out, I received an invitation from the Fang family, just as I’d hoped.

I even hired a stylist to put together an outfit for me. But when I got there, they tried to push Fang Zhixu’s older brother on me instead.

Had his whole family lost their minds? Fang Zhixu was the one I wanted!

They were sending all kinds of trash my way and trying to take me for a fool? I gave them a cold look and told someone to find him.

When I found him in the attic, I was so furious I could feel the heat in my head. I gathered him, dazed with fever, into my arms and warned them not to bother him again.

Of course I knew Fang Zhixu had done it on purpose. So what? I didn’t care.

Something Fang Zhixu often tells me is, “General Lu, you’re really such a gentle, wonderful person.”

He’s probably the only person in the entire Federation who would call me a gentle, wonderful person. I almost laughed, then pinched his cheek and thoroughly spoiled the mood by quizzing him on his studies.

His pretty little face immediately fell, but he still answered obediently.

I pulled him onto my lap and gently patted his back.

Am I a good person? Not really. This little guy has had a rough life and thinks anyone who shows him a little kindness must be a good person.

But, God, the things he asks of me are so simple they leave me at a loss.

He could be bolder. He could expect more from me and keep a closer eye on me. This little menace doesn’t even ask where I’ve been when I come home late.

Heaven knows how much I love it when he makes demands of me.

“A fiercely possessive, emotionally steady, ruthless alpha top x a pitiful but scheming, sweet-faced, black-hearted omega bottom”

Reading guide:

1. The top spoils the bottom, the top spoils the bottom, the top spoils the bottom. Important things are said three times. The blurb is written in first person, while the story itself is in third person.

2. I couldn’t find anything to read, so I wrote the story I wanted myself. No weak, feminized, or short male lead. Lu Huainian is a towering, manly top, and no one in the Federation can top him. Extreme fans of one character only, please stay away.

3. The top sees the bottom through rose-tinted glasses that are eight hundred meters thick. They’re eight years apart: the bottom is 19 and the top is 28. Lifespans are longer in this interstellar setting. There are tons of headcanons, and everything serves the plot.

4. Both are each other’s first love and only partner, one-on-one, happy ending. The couple adore each other, love each other to death. Don’t ask why the powerful 28-year-old top is still inexperienced: he takes good care of himself and isn’t obligated to sleep around!

5. Absolutely no shipping the leads with anyone else or reversing their roles. Don’t self-insert or bash either lead. Comments like that will be deleted.

6. This is a freewheeling story. If I get carried away, my lower half might take over from my upper half. If you find it uncomfortable to read, don’t hope it gets better: run.

Theme: Love means lifting someone up.