Doomsday Game, but I Draw Cats

An early work written before I had fully awakened to my tastes~ The top is more submissive early on, then they spoil each other later~ A kind, principled, beautiful top * a cynical, sharp-tongued, spoiled genius bottom Chi Yiran is unexpectedly pulled into an apocalypse survival game. In the game world, the apocalypse has arrived, natural disasters strike one after another, and the world is overrun by mutated creatures. As a player, Chi Yiran has to fight to stay alive. After painstakingly saving up enough points, Chi Yiran can finally exchange them for an ability. Among the countless bizarre abilities, he spots an advertisement. [Draw cards from the start! An SSS-rank prehistoric beast will guard your side. A hunting dog at your left, a goshawk at your right, and you will reign supreme as the Wasteland's Beast Tamer King. The card-draw System is yours for only 199 points!] A card-draw System? The Wasteland's Beast Tamer King? An SSS-rank prehistoric beast? Chi Yiran: Buy! Chi Yiran, who has been unlucky with draws his whole life, can hardly wait to try it out. He draws three cards. [Congratulations! You got a Z-rank card: Little Fire Cat.] [Congratulations! You got a Z-rank card: Little Water Cat.] [Congratulations! You got an R-rank card: Pocket Cat.] Chi Yiran looks at the little black cat in front of him, which can only spit out a tiny flame; the little white cat, which can only produce a few drops of water; and the orange cat, which spends all day carrying a pouch around and picking up trash. What a shameless System, with its false advertising! What do these have to do with beasts? System: "Work hard to level up your little cats, form a cat squad, and sweep across the apocalypse." The little kittens stare with clear, round eyes, crammed together in the house and meowing noisily because they're hungry all the time. Chi Yiran: "..." Forget sweeping across the apocalypse. He should first figure out how to raise this bunch of freeloaders. A king who dominates the apocalypse through beast-taming: no. A cat dad doing his best to raise a whole litter of kittens: yes. * One day, the cats go out for a stroll and bring home a frail beta covered in blood. Chi Yiran's heart softens, and he takes the stranger home anyway, caring for him attentively. The wary beta is like a stray cat newly taken in, constantly on edge. His small frame curls into a tight ball on the sofa as he cautiously watches Chi Yiran bustle about. The Wasteland is in turmoil, and Chi Yiran doesn't want to get too emotionally involved with anyone. Even though the other man's cold and sharp-tongued, Chi Yiran doesn't take it to heart. He only picked him up on a whim, after all. Once he's better, he'll let him go. But as Chi Yiran cares for him, the prickly beta starts letting his guard down. He becomes clingy and keeps climbing into Chi Yiran's bed. Unable to fend him off, Chi Yiran figures that since the other man is a beta, nothing will happen if they sleep together, and agrees. Who could have guessed that one night, the usually aloof man beside him would be flushed red, wrapping his arms around Chi Yiran's neck and whispering, "Help me..." Unable to resist the stir of pheromones, Chi Yiran loses control. The next morning, Chi Yiran looks at the mess on the bed and completely breaks down. The person he brought home and raised as a beta all this time is actually an Omega? Chi Yiran despairingly accepts reality. In just a few short months, he has become the father of a litter of kittens and the husband of a mysterious Omega he picked up off the street. But how can anyone turn down cats and a warm, cuddly spouse? * After an accidental infection, Chi Yiran secretly chooses to leave so he won't hurt the person he loves. The two lose contact. They meet again when Chi Yiran, now one of the most sought-after beast-taming ability users in the Wasteland, is invited to tour its largest research institute. The Omega who once used to roll around in his arms and beg for affection is now wearing a researcher's white coat and gold-rimmed glasses. His slightly long, curly hair is simply tied back, and he is calmly organizing the shelter's affairs. "You bastard." The man, so cool and refined in front of others, cries aggrievedly in Chi Yiran's arms. "...Why did you leave me behind?" The next day, the shelter staff discover that the VIP they had hoped to recruit is diligently baking cookies in an apron in the kitchen. Meanwhile, the fussy director of their research institute sits nearby, nibbling cookies like a hamster and gesturing as he complains, "They're not sweet enough." Everyone: ! So you two have a thing going on? Reading guide: * The bottom is cold and selfish, like a stray cat just brought home. He's unpleasant to the top at first, but once he's settled in, he gets incredibly clingy. If that's not your thing, please steer clear (prostrates in apology). * A/B/O and a Wasteland setting, with loads of original worldbuilding. Please bear with me. * Please add to your library and support the author. The cats are begging you! The cat's upcoming novel is now available for advance collection! Check out the upcoming novel on my profile, "The Young Master's Oral Fixation" * Handsome top, muscular bottom; age gap An angel-faced but wicked top * a cold-faced, indulgent older bottom who plays the mother Marshal Cottwell is a legendary figure revered by every military female in the Empire. The battle thirty years ago made his name famous, but left him with a scar running from the side of his face to the corner of his mouth. Since then, every male worm of a matching rank has kept their distance from him. He thought he would never marry. That is, until a young male worm from a remote little planet came looking for him. The young male worm had just come of age. Alone and without support, he seemed like a beautiful, fragile ornament. He wept pitifully, saying he didn't mind the scar on the Marshal's face or his age, and that he was willing to become the Marshal's husband. At the time, the Marshal swore to the Insect God: Whatever his young husband wanted, he would give him. * Everyone said the young male worm was innocent and delicate, and would probably be worn down into misery by the old-fashioned, dull military female. The attendants in the entire Cottwell estate just sneered when they heard that. A pitiful, delicate young male worm? Yeah, right. That's clearly a high-energy, evil little corgi! And the supposedly cold, iron-fisted Marshal is the perfect match for him: a super-patient military female. The butler shrieked over the secure line: The young master is climbing the estate's signal tower! The Marshal: (After a few seconds of silence) Install a safety railing. Let him climb. An attendant stammered: The young master is grinning and holding a dagger to another lord's neck, making little stabbing motions! The Marshal: Remind him to be careful and not hurt himself. The nutritionist called helplessly: The young master is refusing to eat, saying he won't touch anything you didn't cook! The Marshal: ...I'll come back now. The thing is, the young master insists he's still in his oral fixation phase and has to eat... before he can fall asleep. The Marshal: It doesn't matter. He's got me, after all. Seeing the bite marks covering his superior's neck, arms, and especially his chest, the adjutant said tactfully, "Um... I think we should rein in Lord Yuan a little." The Marshal merely replied, "He's young. His oral fixation phase isn't over yet. He'll grow out of it." The adjutant: ...I've never heard of male worms having an oral fixation phase, but whatever makes you happy. * Compared to his usual behavior, the young master is even more wicked in bed. He deliberately calls the Marshal "Mother" in a sweet voice, while his mental tendrils coil around him like snakes. He cruelly humiliates and teases him, slowly tearing down his stern, hard exterior, and refuses to stop until the Marshal's voice trembles and he is forced to utter filthy words that would make any worm blush. Then he narrows his eyes in satisfaction, like a mischievous little beast who's gotten away with a prank. "I'm a good boy... aren't I?" * Marshal Cottwell always thought his young husband was just a little mean-spirited. Until one day, while investigating forces in the Dark Domain on orders, he followed the trail right to his young husband's doorstep. That night, the young master leaned against his shoulder with a smile, carrying the heavy smell of blood. "Every worm who learns my true identity ends up dying a horrible death... What should I do with you, my dear husband?" The Marshal fell silent for a moment, then raised a hand and pressed the other's still baby-fat cheek against his chest. "...Go to sleep. No more mischief." Yuan An had been planning to scare his husband a little more, but was physically silenced with his face pressed into those full pectoral muscles: "..." All he could do was complain by sinking his teeth in. His husband is so hopelessly unromantic. Teasing him isn't any fun! Theme: Even in adversity, have the courage to break through