Falling in Love with My Archrival as Alphas

Ruffian seme x aloof beauty uke [both arrows are thick] Qin Feng and Wen Han are the only two SS-grade Alphas in nearly three hundred years. They were in the same kindergarten class and spent their whole childhood fighting for first place, wearing their mutual incompatibility for all to see. Qin Feng, grinning, summed Wen Han up in one word: “Fake!” Wen Han, ice-cold, summed Qin Feng up in one word: “Ruffian.” Now they’ve both been admitted to the Federal Military Academy Preparatory School with tied first-place scores, and their rivalry is the talk of the school. For their first mission, the two are teamed up with a handsome Omega who just transferred in. Everyone knows that marrying the young nobleman would save you fifty years of hard work. The school’s resident spectators: “Oh, this is going to be a battlefield of love!” Nobody saw a love triangle, but when the Omega returned, he tearfully accused Qin Feng of making advances toward him. To everyone’s surprise, Wen Han produced a video. “You were the one who released your pheromones at him first.” Qin Feng pouted. “Your pheromones stink. Wen Han’s smell better.” The spectators: “Huh? We thought you two were sworn enemies?” Wen Han: “Thanks. But I have to be honest: your pheromones don’t smell good either.” Qin Feng: “You brat! Hurry up and recover so we can have a match!” The spectators: “Oh, there’s that familiar vibe again.” ※ SS-grade Alphas are exceptionally capable, but their heats as adults are especially difficult to endure. When Qin Feng went into his first heat, he became so irritable he was nearly out of control. Wen Han was so fed up with him that he tugged open his collar, exposed his neck, and released his pheromones. “Want to bite?” Qin Feng lunged at him, eyes bloodshot. Not long after, it was Wen Han’s turn to go into heat. Qin Feng tossed off his jacket and generously released his pheromones. “I owe you one. Go ahead and bite.” Wen Han narrowed his bloodshot eyes. “I don’t bite people. I mark them.” Qin Feng laughed in exasperation. “You want to mark me? Fine. Let me mark you first!” Wen Han unfastened the top button he always kept done up. “All right.” Qin Feng: “?!” ※ Qin Feng posted an update: “I’d like to revise my assessment of Wen Han: turns out he’s irresistible!” A taste of SS-grade double-A PDA, anyone? Reader’s guide: 1. Lots of personal headcanons. No switching, no children. They’re bickering rivals who fall in love; romance takes center stage, with plot in the background. One-on-one, body and soul, from start to finish. 2. Strong couple from the seme’s perspective, mutual devotion, both arrows firmly locked in place. They’re crazy about each other! Please don’t read if that’s not your thing. 3. Comments that violate community boundaries will be deleted. This includes comments shipping them in reverse or stirring up trouble, including “I only want him for myself” fantasies whether serious or joking, as well as comments mentioning real people, including “My name is [name].” [The cover is commissioned art made to match the characters in this story. There are sketches and work-in-progress images.] [Upcoming novel: A Celestial Lord Mistook My Path of Heartlessness] One-on-one from the seme’s perspective, mutual devotion, happy ending. Everyone knows that the Sword Venerable is a spirit born from the divine iron nurtured by Heaven and Earth. From the moment his consciousness awakened, he shut his heart to love, free of desire and emotion. A certain Celestial Lord: “That’s pure rumor!” - At the once-every-thirty-years sect tournament, Cang Ming, the Sword Venerable of the Sword Sect, who had never taken a disciple, arrived with a handsome young man. When others congratulated him, Cang Ming was as cool as ever. “He’s not my disciple.” Everyone was stunned. Not his disciple? He didn’t look like a servant either. Could he be… his cultivation partner? Impossible, impossible! In the five hundred years since the Sword Venerable took human form, he’d never let anyone get close. He must cultivate the path of heartlessness. How could he have a partner? Mu Yun somehow ended up living at the Sword Sect. Before long, everyone at the sect discovered that he neither cultivated nor practiced swordsmanship. In his spare time, he amused himself with spirit beasts, and even picky about which spirit fruits he ate. The strange thing was that his cultivation still advanced remarkably quickly. The worried sect leader held a private meeting with the elders. “Could he be cultivating some kind of dual-cultivation technique?” The elders exchanged glances. “But the Sword Venerable’s cultivation is stable. There’s no sign that his Dao heart has wavered.” Truly amazing! One day, the abode of the Celestial Lord Jing Heng appeared. The various sects brought out portraits personally painted by the Celestial Lord, each claiming the inheritance rights for their own founding ancestor. Unfortunately, none of the paintings showed the whole face clearly, and the various “bereaved spouses” argued endlessly. Cang Ming arrived late and flicked out a painting. Full-length, front-facing, unobscured. The person in the painting looked exactly like him. Cang Ming: “Jing Heng painted only one person in his entire life. Every painting you hold depicts me.” Everyone fell silent. “Sword Venerable, stop joking. When Celestial Lord Jing Heng sacrificed his body to become a sword eight hundred years ago, you hadn’t even taken human form yet!” Only Mu Yun looked at Cang Ming with a hint of curiosity. ※ Later, rumors that Celestial Lord Jing Heng had been reincarnated spread like wildfire. Mu Yun nudged the supposedly desireless, emotionless Sword Venerable beside him. “Your husband has turned up. Hurry up and bring him home so you can take good care of him.” Cang Ming rolled over and pinned him beneath himself, lowering his head to whisper in his ear. “I must not have taken good enough care of you. I’ll keep working hard, then, and help my husband regain his Mahayana cultivation as soon as possible.” Theme: Talent matters, but so does putting in steady, practical effort.