You Smell Delicious

Mo Heng, the most indifferent Alpha in the entire United Fleet, suddenly received a gene-match success notification that was six years overdue. As if the ridiculous central system were afraid she'd grow so used to being alone that she'd become an expert at it, it crammed a 7 GB archive of information about her match into her terminal overnight.

The file on her match was almost absurdly detailed. It even specified which test tube she'd occupied as an embryo. Major General Mo, with all that information plastered across her face: ...

[Mo Heng has received the archive]

[Mo Heng has parsed the data stream]

[Browsing data...]

[3D projection interface has been idle too long. Please check your network connection]

[Mo Heng has submitted a request to meet her match. Request approved. Please arrive at the meeting place on time. Do not be late.]

Mo Heng shut off the 3D projection, knocked on the door of a dependable elder, and humbly asked, "How should I show my partner that I value her when we first meet?"

Tao Erdong admitted that meeting her future partner for the first time had frightened her far more than the day she attended training for university combat instructors. After all, not everyone could handle someone so imposing and solemn, utterly at odds with the relaxed atmosphere around them.

Tao Erdong also admitted that, among the date memories that still seemed like complete chaos whenever she thought back on them, the most unforgettable moment was when her future partner suddenly took her hand and, without any context, praised her: "Forgive my forwardness. Assistant Tao, you smell delicious."

Combat Division A (Mo Heng) x Logistics Division B (Tao Erdong). An arranged marriage that turns into love, with no misunderstandings.

My take on ABO: apart from pheromones and glands, there's nothing else.

P.S. Includes original worldbuilding for the ABO setting.

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