She's Afraid of Men, Yet Everyone Loves Her

[Coercive possession and confinement | Regretful pursuit and a love-triangle showdown | Angsty, soapy drama | Old-school flavor | Dog-training romance | A captivating heroine adored by all | Male leads are virgins]

[Third-person narration]

[1]

"What perfume are you wearing?"

The towering man held you captive, deep suspicion and wariness hidden in his eyes as he leaned in with predatory intent to sniff at your neck.

There was nowhere to escape.

This lecher was your stepsister's fiance, which meant you should call him:

"Brother-in-law..."

You trembled with fear, close to tears. "I-I didn't wear any..."

While you were locked in a standoff, someone pushed the door open.

It was your stepbrother!

He caught your desperate look, paused, and raised an eyebrow meaningfully. Then, taking his time, he shrugged off his coat and walked over.

"Mind if I join you?"

... Huh?

[2]

Only later did you learn that you were about to differentiate into a 'vessel', and the pheromones you gave off had a fatal allure for the awakened.

... They looked down on you, yet pursued you like mad dogs;

They humiliated you, yet couldn't help drawing close;

They ignored you, yet longed to possess you.

If you fell into the hands of these powerful, arrogant, and cruel awakened, you'd surely meet a gruesome end!

Luckily, you were about to marry the highest-ranking official in the Federation.

[3]

The news of your husband's death arrived.

You sat motionless before the mirror, letting your maids dress and make you up like a beautiful doll.

No amount of powder could hide your ghastly complexion.

As a precious and rare 'vessel', you were the Federation's state property, and your abilities were one of a kind. The banquet tonight was the Federation's 'contract banquet' in your honor.

The banquet hall glittered with gold and splendor. Men in military uniforms raised their glasses and chatted cheerfully. Your eyes flickered as you made up your mind. Lifting your skirt, you stepped into this world of pleasure and power.

The hall fell silent in an instant, and a dozen gazes shot toward you, like famished beasts that had long coveted their prey.

[4]

Later, you tamed the beasts.

They knelt at your feet, humble and devout, and surrounded you as they ushered you onto the throne of the new world.

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●Content warning:

The heroine is a soft, weepy crybaby early on. She won't turn into a ruthless powerhouse later, either. She's the resilient, unyielding type, soft on the outside and strong within.

An original post-apocalyptic setting.

This is just a self-indulgent story written to satisfy my personal tastes, so please don't read too much into it. (If you insist on doing so, I'll get down on my knees first: it's all because my consciousness isn't elevated enough. I'm shameless, I'm vulgar, I'm a lowbrow reader, and I love this stuff.)

All I want in this life is to write this one coercive-possession story, QAQ.

Theme: Respect each person's independence.