Grand Line Love Triangle Simulator

Coming soon: My Wife, When Will You Let Me Permanently Mark You? [Male Alpha, Female Omega]. Blurb below.

My name is Shimizu Tao, and I’m playing a full-dive game called The Grand Line Career Simulator.

I heard people also call it The Hundred Ways to Die on the Grand Line, but at first I didn’t take that seriously.

My first profession was brewer. I diligently followed the quest list, selecting ingredients, making yeast, fermenting... I went from novice brewer to master brewer, and when I was just one step away from becoming the God of Brewing, I died.

My second profession was doctor. I conscientiously followed the quest list, taking patients, making diagnoses, gathering herbs... I went from novice doctor to master doctor, and when I was just one step away from becoming the God of Medicine, I died.

My third profession was farmer. I worked diligently through the quest list, choosing seeds, clearing land, sowing... I went from novice farmer to master farmer, and when I was just one step away from becoming the God of Farming, I died.

My fourth profession was judge. I dutifully followed my quests, accepting cases, investigating them, handing down verdicts... I went from novice judge to master judge, and when I was just one step away from becoming the God of Justice, I died.

I decided this couldn’t go on, so I chose pirate as my fifth profession. After throwing money and effort at it, I quickly became the fifth Emperor of the Sea, carved out my own territory, and built a safe zone.

In my domain, death no longer came so easily.

My previous characters had all been on the verge of godhood. It would be a shame to abandon them completely, and luckily, I had data saves that I could import into new alt accounts.

To save time, I opened four alts at once and took turns playing them to make progress.

Just the usual player stuff. No need to make a fuss.

Then, somehow, a rumor started going around that the fifth Emperor of the Sea could turn back time and bring the dead back to life.

Come on, people actually believe that?

I logged back into my main account to take a look.

Wow, what a gathering of idiots.

The red-haired Emperor of the Sea, his blond right-hand man, the freckled Fire Fist, the sword-wielding Seven Warlord, the icy admiral... They all came looking for their beloved. Some even wanted their wives.

Wait, what do your beloveds and wives have to do with me...

Oh, right. Raising NPC affection in this game unlocked all kinds of discounts and perks, so I maxed out every affection level I could.

Getting married also gave players a major boost, so I’d gotten married a few times myself.

Just a little something on the side.

I lied to them: “You’re too late. They’re my wives now.”

But they all said they believed in monogamy. Their wives already had a wife, and they were still missing a husband.

Hard to argue with that, so I logged into my alts one by one to console them.

With so many alts, keeping up my disguises was exhausting. I was only a step away from developing multiple personalities.

Luckily, I had a clever head on my shoulders and came up with a solution that dealt with the problem once and for all

Right in front of them, I killed all my alts again.

Peace at last.

I said with satisfaction, “Now you can give up, right?”

[Note]

1. The heroine is a beloved-by-everyone type, and everyone loves her. If that’s not your thing, please steer clear.

2. Don’t blindly go all in. Buy one chapter at a time, and cut your losses if it’s not for you.

and don’t mention mine under other stories.

My Wife, When Will You Let Me Permanently Mark You? [Male Alpha, Female Omega]

My name is Yun Li. I’m an omega, and until now, I’ve lived a fairly ordinary life. But lately, I’ve had a bit of bad luck.

First I got sick, and the doctor told me I’d need to take medication long-term. One of the ingredients in the medication conflicts with the suppressants on the market, so I can no longer use suppressants to get through my heat.

Doctor: “Do you have an Alpha?”

Me: “...Yes.”

Doctor: “Then that’s easy. A temporary mark will solve the problem.”

Here’s the problem: what should I do if I’ve just found out that the Alpha I’m dating is cheating on me?

Late one night, feeling miserable, I posted online to vent about my recent troubles, planning to delete it at dawn.

Then, unexpectedly, I got a reply.

It was from a male Alpha. His profile showed just one photo: a hand with well-defined knuckles and faintly raised veins. It held the attention of a hopeless hand fetishist like me for several seconds.

He kindly comforted me, saying he had a similar problem.

He couldn’t use suppressants either, and his rut was hard to endure.

On impulse, I asked him: [Then, want to help each other out?]

There’d be no romance involved, just a physical arrangement. That wasn’t unusual between an Alpha and an Omega.

I told myself that, but my face was burning hot. Just as I was about to unsend the message, I got a reply

[Sure.]

Gu Shihuai first met Yun Li at his friend Huo Xiao’s birthday party.

At the time, Yun Li was Huo Xiao’s Omega.

A playboy, somehow managing to sweet-talk an innocent young woman.

The pale, soft Omega had a slender waist he could wrap one hand around.

Gu Shihuai couldn’t stop thinking about her.

On the day they finally met, Gu Shihuai had specially reserved an entire floor of luxury VIP suites to host Yun Li.

“Mr. Gu, we agreed beforehand, I... we’re only taking care of a physical need. Nothing else...” The young woman, in the throes of heat, was flushed pink all over. Embarrassed and afraid, tears filled her eyes, but she still tried to act calm.

The lychee-scented pheromones filling the room made Gu Shihuai’s breathing grow heavier.

So sweet, so adorable. He’d gone to all that trouble to get her here, so he ought to make her his wife.

“If you don’t want to, then we can just...”

Gu Shihuai didn’t let her finish saying “forget it.” He kept his expression cool and composed, as if he felt nothing special for her.

“Fine. As you wish. We’ll just be bed partners.”

Having gotten the answer she wanted, the young woman let out a sigh of relief.

The Alpha stopped suppressing his physical reaction. Whiskey-scented pheromones flooded the room, enveloping the lychee scent completely. He leaned over her, holding her trembling waist as his teeth grazed the nape of the Omega’s neck while she whimpered.

“Don’t be scared, Zhizhi. This is only a temporary mark.”

A sweet, juicy little lychee × a cold, deadpan whiskey

[!] The heroine’s nickname is Zhizhi.

Theme: Love and dreams, never letting either down.