On his first day after transferring to Coloston, Jian Mo learned that the world he lived in was just a novel.
An aristocratic academy with rigid class divisions, a melodramatic N.P. love-triangle battlefield, plus a few provocative scenes to grab readers' attention: all the popular elements were there.
Unfortunately, he was just a disposable side character who rushed to comfort the protagonist shou after the four rich young masters had broken his heart.
In the end, the jealous protagonist gongs drove him out of the school without a second thought, reducing him to a tool for showing off the protagonist's appeal.
Cowardly, powerless, foolishly kind.
Jian Mo lowered his eyes, a faint glimmer passing through his pale gray gaze. Red lips, jade-like features, and a long, slender neck.
He looked like a meek, delicate boy who would never learn to fight back.
What's more, he was a beta without pheromones. That meant that in certain situations, people didn't need to care much about his body or his feelings, as if he were born to be a pretty toy for others' pleasure.
That sort of thing worked well on the useless rich kids from backward star systems, who'd risk their lives just to get ahead.
Would the aristocratic alphas, who claimed to have humanity's finest genes and had disdain for commoners etched into their very bones, be just as stupid?
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F1 realized that his capable new assistant had been acting strangely lately.
The assistant obediently exposed a small section of his snow-white nape in front of him. His long lashes trembled uncontrollably as he passively endured F1's unrestrained demands while his pheromones ran wild.
His work efficiency remained as high as ever.
Then one day, in the middle of an unexpected downpour, F1 returned to F2's private lounge.
The beta, who always wore a humble smile, was lounging on the sofa. His skin was cool and pale, and a silver chain was casually looped around his distinctively knuckled fingers.
The wind roared outside the window. The chain swayed gently, its cool metallic clink ringing out clearly.
The person at the other end of the chain was hidden in the shadows, with only a glimpse of golden hair, a mark of aristocratic status, visible at the edge.
F2 was sprawled across Jian Mo's lap in a posture that was almost submissive.
Like a dog.
Fine rain fell in a dense veil.
Through the shadows, F1 met Jian Mo's gaze.
He looked listless, his gray eyes utterly indifferent.
Reader advisory:
1. The shou is a scheming beauty who knows how to put on an act and lure people in. He's not a genuinely kind, perfect protagonist.
2. The romance is 1v1 in stages, and all the gongs are sexually inexperienced.
3. This is a dog-training story. The gongs act like dogs early on. Extreme possessiveness, read with caution.
4. Plenty of old-school tropes, including a big rivalry between the gongs and forum-style chapters...
Theme: Face life with a positive attitude.
