A Guide to Raising Interstellar Beastkin Cubs

[A smug, arrogant wolf top x the most affectionate cat bottom in the entire interstellar world] In 3204 of the Interstellar Era, the Beastfolk Star System announced its membership in the Federation. A powerful Federation bigwig, eager to build a good reputation, took the initiative to adopt an orphaned beastfolk child. The little one was named Yu Qianxing. After being chosen, he stood on tiptoe, fluffy cat ears atop his head, and thoughtfully handed the bigwig a copy of A Guide to Raising Beastfolk Younglings. Rule One: Beastfolk younglings are considerate and well-behaved. All you need to bring them home is plenty of meat and sweet candy. Rule Two: Beastfolk younglings are clever. They can dress and feed themselves, and know to run home when it rains. They have no intellectual disabilities. Rule Three: Don't be mean to beastfolk younglings. Even if they misbehave, don't smack their palms or bottoms! Rule Four: Beastfolk younglings are afraid of the dark. Please leave them a night-light or a toy when they go to sleep. (It must be a long-eared bunny.) The bigwig accepted the guide with a fake smile, then turned around and dumped him at kindergarten. Yu Qianxing didn't cry or make a fuss. At home, he played the part of the bigwig's thoughtful little sweetheart. At kindergarten, he set his sights on the arrogant little tyrant and started cultivating a backup meal ticket. Albert was a highly valued heir of the Bahand family. The proud young master looked at his new classmate, his wolf ears flicking back in annoyance. His face full of disdain, he said, "You're so weak. I'm not playing with you!" Yu Qianxing clasped his hands to his cheeks, eyes full of admiration. "You're so cool, big brother! I really admire you!" Albert's cheeks turned red. "R-Really?" Just as he was being sweet-talked into a daze by the little one, Yu Qianxing handed him a strange booklet. "Big brother, do you need a follower? I'm easy to take care of~" Having a little follower who praised him every day didn't sound so bad. The top took the booklet and brought his new follower along to school happily every day. Later, the little one grew into a handsome young man. His snow-white cat tail swished back and forth, and he became a sought-after healer across the stars. The haughtiest, sharp-tongued bigwig dealt with the mangy dogs crowding around the bottom, while reposting parenting tips on his social media every day. The guide he'd once tossed aside had been expanded into a thick dictionary. The kindergarten tyrant became the new head of the beastfolk clan. With a cold expression, he knocked on the bigwig's study door, ready to discuss marriage arrangements with Yu Qianxing. Both men noticed the copy of A Guide to Raising Beastfolk Younglings in the other's hands. The bigwig: ... Albert: ... Yu Qianxing: Well, well! Albert narrowed his eyes and looked toward Yu Qianxing at the door. "Did you send it to everyone?" Yu Qianxing nodded, blushing. "Hehe." (Shyly.) Who said you can only have one meal ticket? Reading Guide: 1. The top and bottom are exclusive to each other, both have only ever been with each other, and it's a happy ending with mutual devotion! 2. The bigwig has his own love interest. His feelings for the bottom are nothing but deep, wholehearted fatherly love. 3. The bottom isn't a player. He's just a kitten who lost his parents as soon as he was born. He's afraid of being abandoned, so he hands out raising guides everywhere to line up a backup home. 4. The bottom himself wrote A Guide to Raising Beastfolk Younglings! ★ My next novel will be How About We Just Eat Pancakes, Since It's Come to This? An interstellar beastfolk setting. A tiger-type nobleman, the victim of rumors, as the top x a human bottom who spreads rumors everywhere to get rich selling pancakes. Ji Qiao transmigrated to the Interstellar Federation with his little stall selling savory sauce pancakes. He had no family or friends and was dirt poor. On a stormy, windy night, he also found a rebellious tiger cub who had run away from home. Having another mouth to feed made his already tight budget even tighter. Luckily, the tiger cub had an impressive background. To help his savory pancake business take root among the stars, Ji Qiao teamed up with the little tiger. The two of them dropped hints and made suggestive remarks, taking every opportunity to imply that they were close to a certain tiger-type bigwig. Before long, no one in that rough-and-tumble neighborhood dared to bully him. His pancake stall became a roaring success in the city. Ji Qiao was grateful to have a powerful ally. He gave the tiger cub's soft belly a loud kiss and thought, Pretending to be powerful by riding on a tiger's coattails is irresistible! In the bustling A District of the Capital Star, Mayfield gently swirled a wineglass as he stood in front of a floor-to-ceiling window with a sweeping view, asking after his little nephew. The butler, dressed in a tailcoat, replied respectfully, "The young master has been away from home for a month." Mayfield: "Has he learned his lesson?" The butler: "No. He's found himself a little uncle-in-law, and the whole tiger has gotten a lot fatter." Mayfield: "???" Compared to his elder sister, who flirted with everyone, and his younger brother, who was always getting hauled in for a chat, Mayfield might have had a short temper, but he was the only reliable young gentleman in the Planking family. Yet ever since his little nephew ran away from home, the people around him had been looking at him more and more strangely. Just when he couldn't make heads or tails of it, he happened to drive past his rebellious nephew and a human young man, surrounded by ruffians in front of a shabby pancake stall. "Hey, kid, you made a pretty penny today. Time to pay some protection money, don't you think?" "Huh? Are you trying to extort me?" The young man scooped the tiger cub, who had a savory pancake in his mouth, into his arms and gave him a bounce. The cub understood and bared his teeth angrily. "Don't bully my uncle-in-law! Or I'll go home and tell my little uncle!" The ringleader thought of the foul-tempered, ruthless tiger-type bigwig from A District. He felt a little intimidated, but still asked suspiciously, "D-Don't make stuff up! If that's true, why would you be selling lousy pancakes out here?" Ji Qiao cut him off. "Selling pancakes is my lifelong dream!" The ruffians: "Huh?" The young man quickly recalled all the melodramatic rich-family novels he'd read, then whipped out a tissue and dabbed at his tears. "Sir, you don't know how hard life is in a wealthy family. You have to report everything to someone, and you don't have any freedom. Even going out for tea gets you accused of seducing some man... And that's not even mentioning my great dream of making savory sauce pancakes famous..." The tiger cub nodded along. "That's right, that's right! My u-uncle-in-law has it so hard!" Ji Qiao looked miserable. "He's just too attached to me. There's nothing I can do. Being too possessive isn't a good thing..." The ruffians looked at the young man sympathetically. "Ah... You're pretty tough, huh..." Ji Qiao sighed. "So, would you like to buy a pancake?" The ruffians promptly took out their money. "We'll take one! We'll take one!" Across the street, Mayfield expressionlessly rolled up his car window and answered a call from the butler. The butler: Also, the old master came to ask in person when you're going to chase your beloved after being a toxic, coercive-love jerk. He wants me to arrange the whole kidnapping, serious injury, and reconciliation package for you. Mayfield gritted his teeth. "Forget it. Just make it a bad ending!" Theme: Love life, bring warmth and healing.