A Guide to Endless Passion

A series of stories with a male top! The whole novel is complete, so dig in!

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Blurb:

[Story One/Modern Campus]

Introverted sleep-streaming top x sharp-tongued but soft-hearted rich second-generation bottom

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The socially anxious guy is quite satisfied with his dorm-room arrangement: they stay out of each other's way.

Even if his roommate suddenly starts acting friendly one day, he can still just about put up with it.

Then the roommate starts making strange, restrained noises for no reason and muttering things like, "Such an adorable creature."

When the roommate learns he's not single, he crawls around in the shadows where nobody can see, then posts a long plea for help on the campus forum.

Title: First of all, I'm not gay

Ending: Finally, I'm not gay

In between, he describes every little detail of their lives together, using the word "adorable" more than anything else.

The replies split into two camps: 1. Congratulations, you've got a new rival, and that's me. 2. Tagging friends to come watch the show.

After his breakup, the roommate gets drunk and starts babbling, pouring out all kinds of things he must have learned somewhere.

"Master, I wasn't constantly circling around him. I'm just naturally fond of spinning in circles."

He gets so fed up with the guy that he can't take any more. Then the guy covers the cheek he got slapped and goes to his favorite streamer to pour out the painful story of his pursuit.

His phone starts dinging too.

Wait, the top donor on his own alt account is him!

Top: The world can beat me down all it wants. It'll only turn me into a satisfyingly chewy mochi.

[Story Two/Alpha-Beta-Omega Sandwich]

Genuinely earnest Beta butler top x entitled Alpha bottom x spoiled, love-struck Omega bottom

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As a Beta with a good sense of his place, he has always kept his distance from the wealthy couple in the mansion, who loathe each other after being forced into a business marriage. He dutifully carries out his duties as butler. His only regret is that he can't deliver the classic line, "It's been so long since I've seen the young master smile so happily."

Even when the noble Omega wife lies in the master bedroom, sweating on silk sheets, calling his name in a saccharine voice, her pheromones wafting through the air, the Beta merely leaves soothing tea with suppressant drops on the bedside table and closes the door behind him without looking back.

Sorry, I can't betray the young master.

Likewise, when the young master is so tormented by his heat in the car that his mind is hazy and he even humbly begs the butler to mark him, his voice full of desperate longing, the butler can still calmly pull out the potent emergency fever reducer he's already prepared and give him a shot.

Marking requires biting through an Alpha's gland. That's not allowed.

Sorry, I can't hurt the young master.

This couple should have been made for each other, yet they're fighting tooth and nail for the butler's attention. The Beta sighs helplessly.

He hands in his resignation.

Sorry, I can't hurt this family.

[Story Three/My Boss Is a Dog]

A seemingly ordinary wage slave who is actually a pornographic S top x his boss, who is his superior by day and his pet dog by night

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The wage slave's daily state is half-dead, barely functioning. He doesn't pay much attention to the company's latest personnel changes.

After all, he's busy looking after the stray dog that inexplicably showed up at his door every day after work.

The dog is fairly docile by day, but at night it tries every possible way to cling to him, especially when he's busy with a client appointment to provide discipline.

"Kneel properly. Don't move."

The stray dog scratching frantically at the door sees this and instinctively lowers its head with a whimper.

Absurd rumors are circulating around the department. Apparently, the newly arrived boss favors him and must be hoping to sleep with him.

He walks into the office and tactfully brings it up, expecting the boss to fly into a rage and deny everything, when...

His normally aloof superior can't help moving closer, his voice tense. "...This isn't a rumor."

"Master."

[Story Four/Interstellar Beastfolk]

Deaf pureblood human top x seemingly reliable special crimes unit chief, a werewolf bottom x fugitive snake beastfolk bottom

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A rainy night.

A snake's tail climbs onto the end of the bed, gliding delicately up from his calf.

The cool tail winds around the human's body with near-greedy intent. The scent unique to humans is downright addictive to the snake.

For several nights in a row, he has these cold, damp, unsettling dreams. He assumes they're just hallucinations brought on by stress.

Until the keen-nosed werewolf stops him.

He's the chief of the special crimes unit next door.

The werewolf's tail sways awkwardly as he warns him:

"Something about your scent is off."

It was clearly meant as a kind warning, but why doesn't the person in front of him look innocent either?

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[Reader Advisory]

1. Happy ending. The stories take place in different eras.

2. At heart, this is a feel-good, satisfying story full of romantic rivalry.

3. This story is entirely fictional. Please don't apply it to real life.

4. Paragraph comments are open. Comments are welcome!

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