Can Your Nemesis Turn Into a Puppy Too?

Here is the blurb: [Calm, slow-to-catch-on, sarcastic gong, a special beta who attracts alphas x Short-tempered, lovestruck chuunibyou alpha shou who thinks the gong is an omega] Top student vs. school bully Just as Zhuang Qiu received a notice from the hospital about his test results, he also found a note in a book: an "invitation" from a certain school bully. The notice was complicated, but the school bully's invitation was easy to understand. Written in bold, flamboyant strokes was a single line: "Three o'clock this afternoon, training ground. You dare show up?" Zhuang Qiu thought it over for a few seconds, then grabbed a sticky note and replied with two words: "I'm busy." Then he turned around and headed to the hospital without a shred of guilt. The school bully Qi Xingzhu sent him a challenge every few days, but expert appointments at the testing center weren't available whenever you wanted. Faced with the expert appointment he'd worked so hard to book, Zhuang Qiu was very polite, even when the expert opened by denying his secondary gender. "Young man, you're actually not an alpha." "That's right. You're actually a special beta, a type between the three genders. You may look ordinary, but your pheromones can make even the most stubborn alphas swoon and go weak in the knees, and they aren't affected by ruts or heats!" The expert was thrilled. "I'm going to name this phenomenon!" Zhuang Qiu: "...Oh." One trip to the hospital, and he had a new gender. Even Zhuang Qiu found it a little frustrating to be part of such a rare occurrence. Holding his test results and a stack of pheromone-blocking patches the expert had stuffed into his hands, he stood in a daze in the hospital lobby. He even accidentally wandered into the omega-only department. After finally finding his way out, he turned a corner and ran straight into Qi Xingzhu, who had appeared at the hospital for reasons unknown. The usually cocky school bully wore a strange expression and stood stiff as a board. Zhuang Qiu raised a hand to greet him, but Qi Xingzhu seemed to have an epiphany, spun around, and ran off. Arms and legs moving in sync, he fled in a panic. Zhuang Qiu: "?" Strange things started happening that day. For some reason, the school bully, who had held a grudge against him for ages, kept showing up by his side more and more often. He came to awkwardly borrow a pen during the theory exam, pretended to bring him water at a training match, brazenly joined his practical class group, and coolly offered to help when Zhuang Qiu lost his clothes. He even eagerly turned up for the grade-wide compatibility registration and assessment event. When Zhuang Qiu gave him a perfectly serious, "No, we both match with alphas," he gritted his teeth and blushed, but still refused to leave. Much later, just as Zhuang Qiu had begun to seriously wonder whether Qi Xingzhu was trying to get close to him so he could poison him, he happened upon an alpha burning up with heat in a shadowy corner. The alpha was curled in the corner, clutching one of Zhuang Qiu's white shirts and burying his whole face in it, eyes closed as he desperately breathed in the lingering scent. He cursed furiously while tears streamed down his face. "Damn it, the textbook never said an omega's pheromones could smell this good!" The young alpha's voice trembled, both excited and choked with sobs. "Damn you, Zhuang Qiu, my legs are going weak..." Zhuang Qiu, who had merely been passing by: "..." Well, this alpha, cuddling his clothes, rubbing against them, and sniffing them like a puppy, did look a little familiar. [For my dear readers, here's a new upcoming story: Survival Notes of a Lesser Incubus in the Dungeon] Blurb: Incubus gong x fallen angel shou (please don't mix up the roles) Ace is a lesser incubus with no memories. Ever since he became conscious, he's lived in a tavern in the dungeon's red-light district. Of course, a weak, ordinary, low-ranking incubus like him doesn't attract any customers, so he can only wipe tables and serve drinks. In the dungeon, weak incubi are at the very bottom of the ladder. Simply surviving is already a blessing. Ace is easily satisfied, and every day before work, he gives himself a pep talk. His days should have passed in this ordinary, uneventful way, filled with nervous apprehension. Until one day, a book appeared beside Ace's bed: Survival Notes of a Lesser Incubus in the Dungeon. On the first day, a line appeared on its pages: "Your boss is preparing to sell you. Do as I say, and everything will be taken care of." Work was already hectic enough, so Ace assumed it was someone's prank. But the next day, he accidentally overheard his boss talking with a brothel madam. A demon enforcer in the tavern stared straight at him with cold, bloodshot eyes. "Do you believe me now, little one? Listen to me, and I won't deceive you." The words that appeared coaxed him patiently. Ace had no choice but to trust the strange "prophecy book," though he did so uneasily. So, as the young incubus trembled, it made its first simple demand: "Now, lift up your shirt, my child." At first, it was just taking off his shirt and lowering his waistband. But as the dangers in the dungeon multiplied, the commands from this stranger grew more and more outrageous. Pleasuring himself was already humiliating enough for a demon. The book even conjured strange "limbs" to shamelessly tease the young, inexperienced body of a lesser incubus. After countless nights of being licked by something invisible, Ace could take no more. He decided to escape from this terrifying dungeon. But it was incredibly difficult. A lesser incubus with no gold, no power, and not even any memories of his past didn't even qualify to board a train. Fortunately, Ace met a kind and elegant fallen angel named Xilin. Mr. Xilin was a good man. He wiped the lost incubus's face, gave him clean clothes, and generously lent Ace a large sum of gold. To spare Ace any embarrassment, the fallen angel said wittily, "This isn't a gift. I'm writing a research report about the dungeon and incubi, and perhaps you can help me with it." What a good man he was. Blushing, Ace agreed. His plan to escape the dungeon was put on hold for now. But the fallen angel was powerful, and there were far fewer dangers by his side. The annoying notes finally fell silent. They went to a dragon's lair and plucked a scale from the tail of a sleeping dragon. They visited the mountain range where ill-tempered dwarves lived and bought their fine liquor. They went to a dark elf's giant-tree bookstore and dozed off inside... This is so nice, Ace couldn't help thinking. I'm so happy. But getting too caught up in happiness isn't a good thing. It often means danger is near. At last, one night, the notebook showed words again: "In two hours, you'll encounter a tide of undead. Obedient children will still be rewarded with help." "Now, go kiss that fallen angel on the cheek." Theme: Courage and perseverance