Why Do You Keep Touching My Little Horns, Sir?

[Coming soon: Farming with an S-Class Spirit Companion Again Today. Please add it to your reading list] I always thought I was human. Even though a little horn would sometimes pop out, and I’d occasionally grow a tail. Even though I couldn’t eat normal food and could only keep devouring pollutants. But this world was strange to begin with. Even a rose by the roadside could turn into a man-eating flower, so at most, I’d just gotten sick from being infected by pollutants. But some people didn’t see it that way. A group of uniformed people called me a “demon” and an “ancient top-tier pollutant driven to extinction.” They even secretly complained about me to my roommate? My roommate was the human who knew pollutants best, the commander in charge of exterminating them. Fortunately, he didn’t believe them at all. He told them I really was human, just sick and in need of gentle, careful care. The commander really was gentle. Even when my horns accidentally showed, he didn’t mind. He would stroke them, then cover them with a hat. The commander was such a good person. I wanted to treat him well too. So I did my best to observe how other humans living together took care of one another. Then I tried doing the same. At first, the commander was very surprised. But later, I noticed he would smile, and secretly kiss my forehead while I slept. So the commander must think I’m doing a good job, right? Until I accidentally saw what his top-secret file said about me: [Scientific name: Demon. A top-tier pollutant historically declared extinct. Extremely powerful. Can take human form. Exercise extreme caution when capturing.] So the commander had been lying to me all along. So I really was a demon. I was heartbroken. I summoned my wings and flew away. But after a while, a strange power of contract pulled me back to the commander. I looked at him aggrievedly. “What kind of contract did you make without asking me? Why can you summon me by force even though I didn’t respond?” The commander raised a hand and stroked my horns again. “A marriage contract. When a human sincerely proposes to a demon, the demon is bound to appear.” * How to soothe a top-tier pollutant when he gets riled up: 1. Stroke his little horns; 2. Cook for him yourself, then watch him eat; 3. Don’t lie to him. If you already have, remember to apologize. * An obedient, spacey little demon shou × a cool, stern commander gong Reader’s guide: 1. The blurb is in first person, while the story is in third person; 2. The shou has a slight natural ability to attract admirers; 3. Happy ending. Set in a fictional world, with plenty of original worldbuilding. ********** Coming-soon separator *********** Farming with an S-Class Spirit Companion Again Today Sang Tao accidentally ended up in another world and received a mission from the System: develop a patch of wasteland. The land was so barren that nothing could grow, and Sang Tao’s original abilities had been sealed. The only thing he could use was [Beginner Spirit Pet Summoning]. Looking at the little saplings running all over the place, the octopus with its eight tentacles tangled into a knot, and all the fluffy creatures rolling around on the ground, Sang Tao fell into deep thought: How on earth was he supposed to cultivate this wasteland? * The senior officers of Arles Star suffered severe injuries in the decisive battle to exterminate the Zerg. Their spirit companions regressed to a juvenile state and frequently lost control, proving impossible to soothe and causing their officers great suffering. Just as the doctors were at a loss, the officers’ spirit companions unexpectedly calmed down. No one knew why. Until an anonymous post was bumped to the top of the StarNet forum: [I think I saw the big shots’ spirit companions on a livestream from a garbage planet? Video proof!] Open the post: The beastkin big shot’s spirit companion, that ferocious horned rabbit, had turned into a little fluffball. Was it swaying its long ears and grumpily farming? The treekin big shot’s spirit companion, that explosive tree covered in bombs, had turned into a sapling. Was it shaking its branches and building a treehouse? The merfolk big shot’s spirit companion, that terrifying-looking octopus, had shrunk to a tiny size. Was it pouting as it frantically fished with all eight arms? Most unbelievable of all, the Marshal’s spirit companion had shrunk into a little ball of black fluff and was lying in a young man’s arms without moving. The young man was even talking back to the Marshal’s spirit companion “Look at all the other babies, helping build a home. Why are you the laziest? If you don’t get to work, I’ll take away your little dried fish!” The big shots: … * Several years later. Sang Tao’s land had become a wondrous place, famous far and wide. One morning, as Sang Tao searched for the missing black fluffball, a handsome young man knocked on his door. “Hello. I’m here to pick up the dried fish I left here.” * This story is also known as What Should I Do After Accidentally Catching the Big Shots’ Spirit Companions? and The Wonderful Days I Spent Using Dried Fish to Trick the Marshal into Working for Me. A beautiful shou who’s obsessed with building things × a cat gong who’s obsessed with protecting his wife Theme: Live life with a positive attitude