I Don't Have Pheromones. You Smelled Wrong

Complete, sweet and spicy. Come read it! In the year 3275 of the Galactic Calendar, Imperial Marshal Heinrich Chu discovered humanity’s long-lost homeworld. The entire galaxy was abuzz, and a wave of Earth-mania swept through the Empire. Lin Xu, a researcher of ancient Earth culture, was forced to give up his laid-back life at the museum. Now that he was busy all the time, the sight of the culprit, Heinrich Chu’s icy face on the promotional posters, irritated him. He had transmigrated from the apocalypse to the interstellar era to retire in peace, not to be busy from dawn till dusk. When the Marshal himself knocked on his door on a day off, Lin Xu’s irritation reached its peak. So when the Marshal asked whether the ancient Earth legend of a dragon kidnapping a princess had any descendants, and what had become of them, Lin Xu replied, “That’s just a legend. In reality, ancient Earth had a hybrid offspring of a donkey and a horse called a mule. Because their parents were reproductively incompatible, these hybrids couldn’t reproduce.” A crack appeared in Heinrich Chu’s usually cold and arrogant expression. Everyone knew the Marshal was an Alpha of mixed human and dragon blood, the Empire’s shining beacon and humanity’s savior. Yet for all his honors, people still felt sorry for him. Heinrich Chu couldn’t smell Omega pheromones or sense the hormones of the dragon mating season. To this day, he had no partner. Lin Xu’s pointed example was like rubbing salt into his wounds. - Later, Lin Xu stared at the round eggs in the bed, pinned down by his own mermaid tail, and doubted human biology more than ever. Lin Xu asked the person lying beside him, “When we first met, why did you ask about the dragon and the princess?” The Marshal curled his dragon tail around his beloved and the eggs, its tip brushing Lin Xu’s waist as he answered, “Because you smelled so sweet. For the first time... I wanted to mark someone and have eggs with them.” Lin Xu: “...Stop acting cute.” He wanted to remind him that he was a pure-blooded ancient Earth human, with only one sex and no pheromones. ...What the hell did you smell? - He came from death and bloodshed. He needed no salvation, yet lost himself in tender comfort. A socially anxious, powerful mermaid bottom × a seemingly cold but tender-hearted, half-human, half-dragon Marshal top A few notes first: 1. Includes laying eggs. 2. The bottom has a mermaid form, and his anatomy allows him to lay eggs. 3. People are glad when told of their faults and bow when they hear good advice. Next up: *The Regent’s Fake Childhood Friend* In the second year of Tianxing, Regent Mu Baku controlled the young emperor and monopolized the court. He massacred the former emperor’s children, turning the Forbidden Palace into a river of blood. The imperial relatives and officials feared him like a demon from the underworld. When the missing Third Prince, Yu Yuan, was brought back by a grand secretary, he was expected to challenge the regent, and undercurrents began to stir in the capital. - Yu Yuan, a college student, got lost while hiking and spent seven days living wild in the mountains. At first, he followed an old man in ancient clothes who was sobbing and calling him “Your Highness, the Third Prince” simply because he wanted a proper meal. He never expected the old man to kneel before him and refuse to get up, insisting that he lead troops to purge the court and take down the regent who was wreaking havoc on the realm. Yu Yuan looked at himself in a mirror, seeing the exact same face as the Third Prince but two entirely different pairs of clear eyes. He let out an awkward laugh. “Me? Fight the regent?” No chance. He couldn’t win! Fortunately, he heard that the Third Prince and the regent had grown up together and were as close as brothers. Yu Yuan decided to play the part of a loyal friend, swear he had no disloyal intentions, and keep himself alive. The regent likes the zither? Play it for him! The regent’s legs always hurt? Give him a massage! The regent wants to enjoy a hot spring with his sworn brother? Scrub his back! The regent... Why is the regent looking at him more and more strangely? - To place a puppet emperor on the throne, Regent Mu Baku launched a bloody purge of the palace with ruthless force. The first person to die before him was the Third Prince, who had grown up by his side. Outsiders thought he and the Third Prince were as close as brothers. Only Mu Baku knew how agonizing it had been when the Third Prince cursed and tormented him, and how satisfying it was to watch the prince die after being poisoned by every toxin under the sun. When the “Third Prince” appeared before him alive once more, he thought he would have to deal with a vengeful ghost who had died a violent death. He played along with the “ghost,” pretending they were devoted brothers while secretly summoning monks, preparing executioners, and setting a trap. He summoned the “ghost” late at night, ready to land a fatal blow. But the “ghost” sat there clutching a blanket, staring at him blankly, looking a little confused and a little frightened. He tugged on Mu Baku’s sleeve and asked in a small voice, “Huh? You want me to sleep in the same bed as you? I didn’t know we were that close... Okay.” Mu Baku: ...? - Ever since the regent invited them to the capital, the monks had been lying in ambush outside the Third Prince’s chambers every night, barely sleeping. They watched the ghostly Third Prince follow the regent around all day, his skin growing ever more radiant and rosy. They had no idea how much life energy he had absorbed, yet the regent still wouldn’t let them exorcise him. The monks were frantic. One night, the sound of silk bed curtains tearing and cups and plates shattering suddenly rang out from the chambers. Was that the signal to strike? The monks flexed their fingers, ready to charge in and fight. But the palace doors creaked open. Through the gap, they saw the Third Prince lying among luxurious pillows on a tall bed, completely naked. A fleeting glimpse of erotic springtime delights flashed before their eyes. The next moment, a towering figure blocked their view. The regent stood in the doorway wearing only a robe. His bare, muscular chest rose and fell with his ragged breathing, covered in vivid red scratches. He looked down at them, his brows full of icy menace, and rasped, “Get out.” Theme: Join hands to build a better future