The Stomach-Friendly Alpha Doesn't Want to Be Everyone's Crush

Today, I transmigrated into an ABO world and learned that I was a female Alpha. I was so startled that I hurriedly unzipped my pants to check. Oh, good. Good thing I hadn't grown anything extra. A male Omega passing by reported me. He said I was exposing myself in public and harassing people. So I angrily crouched in the slammer and wrote this diary. (P.S. Of course, I wrote it after I got out.) Everyone here seems kind of strange. Some Omegas think I'm secretly in love with them. - "Was it love at first sight for you?" - "Next time, you don't need to use such a vulgar trick to get my attention." - "Don't pull your pants down in front of other Omegas again." Some Betas think I want to bite them. - "I'm warning you! I'm not an Omega. I don't have glands!" - "Don't even think about it!" - "You can't mark me." - "I will never submit to you!" Some male Alphas even come looking for me to help them through their heat. ...I can't help them at all. And that's not even the worst of it. One particularly conceited Omega even demanded to know why I didn't pin him against a wall, inhale the scent of his nape in a daze, and hold his hands down to bite him when he said no. All I could do was answer honestly: "I don't like gnawing on duck necks." There was actually another half to that. It was a comparison. I don't like gnawing on duck necks, and I like gnawing on people's necks even less. After all, I'm not a lollipop duck. I absolutely didn't mean to insult him. But I didn't get to finish or explain. A slap was already coming my way. There's a saying going around lately: an Omega's scent arrives before their slap. I didn't smell any scent. And I'm not a masochist. I don't like being slapped. I'm so tired. I'm not going to be a female Alpha today. ...I told you, I'm a low-libido Alpha!! Hey, man, can you please not ride me while you're in rut?! Note: This is not a girls' love story. It's a boy-girl romance. A diary-style story about a low-libido female Alpha's survival. Here's a preview of my upcoming novel: "Hand Care [Pathological Possessiveness]" Pathological flirt x mutual pining / mutual seduction / happy ending [Guiding flirtatious shop owner x clueless customer] An Xiuhe x Wenshui Also known as "After I Accidentally Pulled My Crush's Leg Off" /// Wenshui first met An Xiuhe through a misunderstanding. She accidentally got the handsome, refined stranger's assistive exoskeleton stuck in a crack. While waiting for emergency services together, Wenshui learned the name of the man before her, and got a mysterious website address. /// They met again during a hand-care session, fingertips touching, palms joining, and suggestive caresses gliding across skin. A tingling shiver from fingers lightly brushing through his hair during a head massage... A delicate, tingling sensation as fingertips traveled down his back during a shoulder and neck massage. A kiss pressed to his lips even as he turned his head during a facial. Entwined together. Overwhelmed by a tenderness that hid a forceful streak. Wenshui really did melt into water. /// When Wenshui realized that the way he was being treated might be the way An Xiuhe treated other people, she wanted to withdraw from this endless flirtation. But An Xiuhe wouldn't let her. He was disabled, insecure, and gloomy. He pathologically wanted to keep her by his side. If he couldn't catch up, then why not simply keep her from leaving? From her fingertips to her hair, from her lips to her heart, everything...he would "take good care of." From beginning to end, he would never waver. "Why do you always want to leave?" "I've been trying so hard to keep you here. And you like it too." His fingertips pressed in, kneading deeper. "Don't you?" He was far more forceful than he seemed. He was just very good at guiding her. Theme: Do your best to adapt to a new environment, then live in peace.