After the Scented Beauty Sets Her Sights on Me [Insectoid]

(The main story is 300,000 words, plus an extra-long bonus epilogue [free] as after-sale service. Writing isn't easy, so thank you for your support! (≧ω≦)) Xiu Yu is an SSS-grade male Insectoid. After falling from the Empire's shining star to a useless C-grade, he finds himself constantly "targeted" by the famously aloof instructor. Xiu Yu is only pretending to be useless, but the instructor is only pretending to be aloof: During combat practice, the instructor flips him over and climbs on top. His collar hangs open, his breath hot, as he strokes Xiu Yu's waist and says, "You're not putting enough force into it. Your stamina needs work." When Xiu Yu turns in some documents, the instructor brushes his little finger across Xiu Yu's palm from across the desk, then rubs the tip of his boot against Xiu Yu's ankle. With righteous indignation, he says, "Soldier, obey the rules and respect your superiors." Watching this famously untouchable flower of the high mountains, Xiu Yu's eyes darken. Then the instructor discovers his secret: he's been pretending to be useless... The instructor hooks a finger into his collar and shoves him into a toilet stall, threatening, "Soldier, you wouldn't want your secret getting out, would you...?" Click. The lock slides into place. In the cramped space, gasps and muffled moans fill the air. Xiu Yu gazes at the instructor, the flower of the high mountains now tightly bound by his psychic tentacles, and smiles with interest. "Instructor, why are you trembling?" Couple: elegant noble top x aloof flower bottom In truth: powerful, sadistic top x insecure, devoted, weepy bottom Reading Guide: [Important] The bonus story is optional. Enter with caution if you have niche tastes: controlling but gentle older-brother top x soft, clingy, teary younger-brother bottom, older man/younger man, pseudo-incest. 1. The blurb differs slightly from the story, but the overall idea is the same. 2. The bottom has a crush on the top. He acts promiscuous, but is deeply devoted underneath. 3. A little angst is good for the soul. There are tears and sweetness, and the author is a shameless romantic. 4. A familiar warning: this is not for fans of any particular dynamic (gk, sk) [Important]. There's no moral compass here, because I write whatever I like. Fans of those dynamics, stay away. If you insist on reading, you're responsible for the consequences. 5. Repeat every day: hyb will be a flop forever, and drive at 200 kilometers per hour. -- Upcoming 1: "After Divorcing My Snarky Boss [Insectoid]"; top-led. On the first day Eli transmigrated into an Insectoid novel, he married the biggest villain in the story. His spouse, Heifer Lancaster, was the military's chief commander, so cold and snarky that even his breathing seemed calculated. For three years, Eli tried his best to play the part of a capable subordinate and a gentle husband: He got up early to make his spouse a bento, only for it to be thrown into the trash. He helped organize his spouse's files before a meeting, only to be mocked: "Nothing but menial work." He even tried to help his spouse through his heat by soothing his sea of energy, only to hear him say, with disgust down to his bones, "Get out!" After they finished the story by tormenting each other, Eli finally handed over the divorce papers. Heifer showed no expression and signed faster than he would approve an official document. After the divorce, Eli moved out of the apartment and suddenly became a sensation online: The recipes he uploaded on a whim were hailed as "ancient divine secrets." The hands-free soothing tutorial he put together out of boredom was certified by the academic community as a "breakthrough therapeutic technique." Even a clip of him comforting a youngling became the model of "the male spouse everyone wants to marry." All at once, everyone wanted to be matched with him. Then, on a rainy night just before the matching results were announced, someone rang Eli's doorbell. The commander, always immaculate in uniform and coldly sharp-tongued, stood outside, drenched and looking helpless and dazed. Clutching a wedding ring worn pale with handling, he looked like an abandoned puppy as he asked, eyes red-rimmed: "Husband, why won't you come home?" Eli narrowed his eyes slightly. But the next morning... The Insectoid who woke up immediately drew a line between them and started searching for his things, determined to leave. Watching Heifer, who had been whimpering and clinging to him the night before but was now desperately trying to stay aloof, Eli chuckled. "Looking for this, sir?" He pulled out the notebook Heifer had hidden for three years. As the pages fluttered, lines and lines of feelings spilled out: - Don't smile at him. He'll see how much I love him. - Hold back from touching him. Don't make him hate me. - Pretend to be dissatisfied, so the opposing political factions won't target him. - We have to get divorced. I can't keep falling deeper. Looking at his former spouse's face go deathly pale, Eli raised an eyebrow. "Was pretending to be a jerk fun?" "And was bullying me on purpose fun? Hmm?" He caught the ankle of the man trying to escape and bit down on his trembling, flushed back. "Heifer, get on your knees. Now it's my turn to teach you..." "...what real bullying is." Couple: carefree, universally adored subordinate top x cold, snarky boss bottom In truth: gentle, detached S top x repressed, awkward, insecure bottom #You don't love me, but pretend to dote on me# -- Upcoming 2: "The Rebel Leader Got Me Pregnant After I Became His Male Favorite"; top-led. Youli is a prince. To put down a rebellion, he leads an army into battle. On the battlefield where they surround the rebels, the roguish male Insectoid leader teases him: "A pretty male like you should just behave and become my favorite." Youli's expression is faint as he listens. His black hair, smooth as silk, falls over his pale shoulders and neck. He only looks at the male Insectoid, the corners of his lips lifting slightly as he touches the hollow of his lower lip with a long finger. "I'll hang your corpse from the city wall." But the situation changes in an instant. Before he can hang the Insectoid's corpse, the Empire surrenders first. Youli goes from the darling of the heavens to a prisoner of the rebels. The male Insectoid leader, lusting after his beauty, squats in front of him with keen interest. His honey-colored pectorals bounce out with a "boing," sending a button flying into Youli's face. The owner of the button threatens and coaxes him: "Have you changed your mind?" The male Insectoid chuckles. "Don't blame me if I take you by force." [Couple: gloomy, frail beauty (a poisonous beauty) top x gentle, roguish, brawny bottom] Queenly top x horny bottom - Payne is a rebel leader whose corpse is destined to hang from the city wall. Because the prince on the opposing side is far too beautiful, Payne loses control and takes advantage of him while he's suffering a psychic frenzy. The fierce encounter brings two pieces of news: The good news: the Empire surrendered. The bad news: he got pregnant. The leader, whose plan has gone spectacularly wrong, is in a panic. Rubbing his sore pectorals, he asks every day: "Has Youli Serves given in today?" *Short scene: After falling from the darling of the heavens to an enemy Insectoid's plaything, Youli refuses to accept his doomed fate. He's ruthless and calculating, but the rebel leader, whose lust has gone to his head, puts on a daily "peacock display" for him: On the first day, he receives a little dress. On the second day, he receives a huge mine. On the third day, his room is piled high with rose petals, and the honey-slick-chested male Insectoid begins his striptease seduction... On the nth day, Youli finally loses patience, extends a foot in a white sock, and steps on the male leader. His expression is calm, his skin pale and sickly, and his lips curl into a faint smile. "Want me to help you?" Theme: Refuse to lie flat. Start with yourself.