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[Omegaverse romance: O gong, A shou. No omegas turning into alphas or alphas turning into omegas. It's simply an O/A romance.]

The gong isn't actually soft and delicate. He's a gorgeous, fierce omega who hits harder the pinker his hair is.

The shou isn't frigid either. He's a hopeless romantic to the extreme.

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Rong Juan was the god of slaughter, feared throughout the apocalypse.

Overnight, he transmigrated into an angsty romance novel as a delicate, soft omega. Because their compatibility was 100%, he was forced to marry the top alpha marshal and become his mental soothing agent.

In the original novel, the marshal was entirely devoted to his career. He used the original character, discarded him, then used him again, cold and heartless, never giving him any love.

The original character was tormented by the marshal's friends and family and suffered miserably, while the marshal turned a blind eye and never intervened.

Only when the original character's glands were destroyed and he was half-dead did the marshal finally realize, “Wow, he's the only person I've ever loved.”

From then on, the marshal never went to battle again, devoting himself to protecting the original character. The two lived happily in love until the end of time.

Rong Juan: Thanks, but no. I'm disgusted just hearing about it.

A delicate omega, huh? A top alpha marshal, huh?

Today, I'll show you what a true career fanatic looks like.

So, the day after their wedding, the marshal prepared to head off on an expedition, only to discover his sword was missing.

The butler: “It seems... the madam borrowed it.”

The marshal: “?”

Three months after the wedding,

The marshal saw his “delicate, soft” wife on the front lines against the beast tide, wielding his sword and skewering one alien beast after another.

His subordinates all shouted in unison: “The God of War is so f [] ing awesome!”

The marshal: “??”

A year after the wedding, the marshal returned to the imperial capital to meet the new emperor.

The new emperor was his (supposedly) beautiful, pretty, charming, and adorable omega wife.

The marshal: “???”

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Joyous news! The Empire's strongest, who never takes a break, has finally entered his heat and taken a whole week off.

“After all, he is an omega.”

That's what everyone said as they urged the marshal to go home and comfort his wife, wishing him luck in making his secret crush come true.

The marshal went home.

Rong Juan's scent was so strong it seemed to seep into his bones, making his back ache and legs go weak in an instant, and bringing on his rut early.

The young man sat at the table, toying with a wineglass, a hint of menace in his eyes.

The marshal approached, three parts worried, four parts hopeful, and two parts unsettled.

In a hoarse voice, he asked, “How... are you feeling? Do you need my help?”

For example, with a mark.

Rong Juan crushed the glass in his hand and looked at him from beneath lowered lashes.

“I'm annoyed. I want to beat someone up.”

He asked, “Want to fight?”

The marshal: “...”

A week later, everyone congratulated the marshal.

Though nobody knew why it was the marshal who walked funny,

they still congratulated him.

The marshal: “...”

*To reiterate, this is an [O-gong, A-shou romance], but it's not a weak-shou-strong-gong pairing. They're both strong.

*Pink hair doesn't have to mean a cunning yandere, but he absolutely has to be powerful.

Premise: Life has no limits.