The Super-Ace Commander’s Runaway Little Mermaid

[Please add this to your reading list! Starting this after I finish Second Gender] [Older top, a different flavor of sweet romance: dominant top, submissive bottom] [If it's not your thing, don't read]

"Many thanks, Marshal, for rescuing our merfolk from years of oppression by space pirates. We have no way to repay you, so we offer our little prince for your enjoyment."

The Marshal: "..." Are the people on this planet really that old-fashioned?

The little mermaid was stunningly beautiful, with a supple waist, sweet and delicious pheromones, and a special talent for seduction.

The alpha Marshal had accidentally lost his spare suppressants for the month while fighting the space pirates: "..."

Well, might as well enjoy what was offered.

Once everything here was settled, he could take the little one back to the Imperial Capital and marry him.

Even though he was invincible across the stars and had left countless omegas with aching legs, he was still a responsible, good Marshal.

But he never expected the little mermaid to run away from their wedding on the very first day he brought him to the Imperial Capital!

Half a year later, after going through countless hardships, the Marshal finally cornered his runaway mermaid. His gaze was dangerous, but his hand gently stroked the little mermaid's swollen belly. "Darling, agreeing to marry me and then running away is one thing, but eating me up and running off while pregnant? That's where you went wrong."

"Come home with me."

The little mermaid looked ready to cry and tried to shift the blame QAQ: "Didn't you say you liked the popular actor Ewell? I saw it on the TV in the shuttle! You made a very, very public declaration of love!"

The Marshal's face darkened. "...I forgot to tell you, the one who made that public declaration of love to Ewell was my twin brother." He caught the pearl falling from the corner of the little mermaid's eye, then kissed him. "You're the only one I love."

Coming next: I Heard I'm a Tyrant [Book Transmigration]. Please add it to your reading list!

[Historical ABO]

In a gay district where bottoms were everywhere but finding a top was next to impossible, Helan Yu had a hard time finding anyone for a hookup.

He had to make do with reading smut.

One day, he opened a book with the ridiculous title: The Tyrant's Passionate Bond with His Zen-Minded General.

But from the very first page, it was overflowing with steamy scenes...

A man who can go seven rounds in one night really exists!

The general truly lives up to his reputation as the great commander who pacified the realm and rode into battle!

Huge and skilled! Brave in battle! And so obedient!

Helan Yu was envious. That night, he hurriedly took care of himself and went to sleep.

Then, when he opened his eyes again, he was in the world of the book, as the tyrannical young emperor, right in the middle of having sex with the general!

Helan Yu gazed at the general's gorgeous pecs and abs, drooling. Wait, what round is this?

Could he get his fill or not?

The general certainly didn't disappoint. After their vigorous campaign, Helan Yu's legs were so weak he couldn't get out of bed!

A few months later, his belly had grown round, too!

Damn it, nobody told him this was a pregnancy story!

Helan Yu: This isn't what we agreed on TAT

The General: I want His Majesty to give birth to ten.

Helan Yu: Get lost!!!

The general's perspective:

Yun Zhiche always felt that the legendary emperor was no longer the emperor he knew. He'd heard that the man had become cruel and merciless, cold and distant.

Until he received six imperial edicts in a row ordering him back to the capital...

"Make me feel good, and I'll spare that little madman in your household who wants to climb into my bed and tried to assassinate me."

His Majesty stretched his jade-white feet toward Yun Zhiche's waist. He didn't look tyrannical at all. If anything, he was incredibly soft and sweet.

Seeing blood seep from His Majesty's shoulder, where a distant cousin had wounded him, Yun Zhiche knew he was in the wrong. He obediently kissed the wound, and then...

"Your abs are gorgeous!"

"They're incredible!"

"Have we started yet?"

"Can I go a few more rounds?"

Your Majesty, wipe away your drool.

Yun Zhiche: "..." This feels so familiar. I must have had a thing, or several things, with the legendary tyrant before...

Unfortunately, he had been badly wounded in battle and lost part of his memory. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember...

This is so frustrating...

I-I can't just give in like this... But I can't stop either...

Theme: Let's have a sweet romance.