A Pure-Hearted Puppy Forced to Play a Scumbag

Novels always have scum tops like these. They scheme at every turn, are vain and deceitful in love, and never change, never repent, even on the brink of death. In the end, they meet a miserable fate. The performers bound to the Scum Top Acting System read their scripts with pained expressions. [ABO: Poor, innocent puppy-like alpha top x powerful CEO omega bottom] You play a poor scum top, kept by a CEO omega under contract in exchange for providing pheromones. You use their influence to climb the ranks while spending their money on lovers, and are eventually discovered and drowned at sea. The top, who has never even dated before, blushes as he acts. He gently nibbles the gland offered to him, only to be told to bite harder and more. When has an innocent college boy ever known anything about ABO? The top blushes the moment he bites someone's gland, starts steaming after a little teasing, and can barely stammer when someone touches his abs. He's so innocent it's unbelievable. The top struggles through his role, waiting for the plot to end with him being drowned at sea, only to be pinned to the bed by the CEO, who should be forbidding and terrifyingly chaste. With a sinister look, the CEO demands, "Why didn't you fully mark me?" Top: "Huh?" Didn't the script say I only had to provide pheromones? [Insectoid: Beautiful top who seems cold and ruthless but is actually a chatterbox x reborn, mind-reading, unhinged military commander bottom] You are a scum top, a violent and cold-blooded male insect who takes pleasure in toying with and humiliating others. You abuse your consort until he's broken and battered, and are eventually torn to pieces by the female insect you've driven to madness. The top wakes up to find a female insect kneeling at his feet, her face ashen. In his hand is a barbed whip smeared with bits of flesh. Blood covers the ground, a horrifying sight. The military female insect lowers his head and rasps, "Please punish me, my lord." The top, who knows the plot and that he'll be torn to pieces: ... (The little whip drops to the ground.) The top's face stiff with shock, he picks up the military female insect and treats his wounds, saying coldly, "I don't want you dying and making a mess." [Help, he's in such bad shape. How did he get so badly hurt? I'm kind of afraid to touch him. It looks painful. Is he going to kill me?] The top eats dessert and coldly hands the communicator back to the military female insect. "It tastes awful. The Duke's estate doesn't keep freeloaders. Go to work." [Wow, this is delicious! How is he so good at cooking? I've finished humiliating him for today. I'm amazing!] The female insect, free once more: ... [Apocalypse: Cowardly, freeloading top x powerful base leader bottom] You are a cowardly freeloader. In the apocalypse, you latch onto a former good friend and thrive thanks to him. During a crisis, you shove him into a horde of zombies. A year later, your friend returns with a zombie horde. Top: Don't panic. Let me think about the possibility of raising a zombie king. He dutifully raises the zombie like his own father, all in the hope that it might spare his life later. A year later, the zombie regains consciousness and approaches him with an unreadable expression. With those claws and fangs, does he stand a chance of surviving? The top wears a look of anguish: I was wrong! I never should've craved an easy life in the apocalypse! Just when he thinks his life is over, the savage, brutal zombie king from the script carefully keeps his claws retracted, takes hold of the fragile sleeve of his shirt, and rasps, "Don't be afraid." Top, trembling: ...How am I supposed to be less afraid? I wanted someone to support me, not to get eaten by a zombie. [Guide and Sentinel: Naturally airheaded guide top x dark sentinel bottom] Theme: Change what seems inevitable and take control of the future