Survival of the Fittest [GB]

Free story, updates whenever inspiration strikes. When I get stuck on the story next door, I write about being stuck. I write about being stuck. I write about being stuck. Ah, this is so hard. It really is so hard.

[Female Alpha, Male Omega] [All alphas have *]

Genetically arranged marriages have become the norm. The prerequisite for free love is survival.

Huai Bai feels sick whenever he catches his partner's pheromones, smiling to her face while cursing her in his heart.

He curses her for having no sense of fun, and for being too cold about certain things.

He also curses her for not liking him.

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Blurb:

The male lead is willing to do anything to pursue the female lead.

To win her stomach, he trains hard at cooking and takes first place in the God of Cooking competition. He personally cooks for her and asks if it tastes good.

Female lead: "It's delicious. Would you be interested in coming to my house..."

Male lead: "Sure, sure!"

Female lead: "To work as a chef."

Male lead: "?"

He cries in the kitchen all night, then resolutely quits the next day.

To win her ears, he trains hard at singing and takes first place in the God of Singing competition. He personally sings for her and asks if it sounds good.

Female lead: "It sounds great. Would you be interested in coming to my house..."

Male lead: "Sure, sure!"

Female lead: "To be the resident singer."

Male lead: "?"

He cries in the recording studio all night, then resolutely quits the next day.

To win her eyes, he trains hard in aesthetics and takes first place in a fashion design competition. He personally designs an outfit for her and asks if it looks good.

Female lead: "It looks great. Would you be interested in coming to my house..."

The male lead holds his breath, waiting for her to finish.

Female lead: "To be the chief designer."

Male lead: "..."

This time he doesn't quit, because he never got the job in the first place.

The more the male lead thinks about it, the angrier and more frustrated he gets. He drinks himself into a stupor, then drunkenly calls the female lead.

The male lead complains incoherently, "I'm drinking."

Female lead: "All right. Would you be interested in coming to my house..."

Before she can finish, he hurriedly hangs up and jumps into a taxi.

When he gets to her house, he hears the whole sentence.

Female lead: "To work as a bartender."

The male lead is sad. He breaks down. He falls apart.

He bursts into tears, soaking the front of his clothes. "Bartender, bartender. All you ever think about is hiring chefs, singers, and bartenders. Is your house really that short-staffed?"

The female lead scrambles to wipe away his tears. "I also have a job crying at funerals..."

He cries even harder, giving up in despair. "Who wants to do your jobs? I just want to be your wife. Is that so hard?"

The female lead pauses. "If you want to be my wife, you only had to say so. I've never turned down any of your requests."

Male lead: "...?"

*

The night she eats food cooked by the male lead, the female lead spends half an hour retching in the bathroom.

The night she hears him sing, his awful singing echoes in her head, keeping her awake even when she remembers it in the middle of the night.

After taking a second look at the clothes he designed, the female lead nervously closes her eyes.

Even so, she's still willing to encourage his dreams, even though those dreams change every single day.

*

A wooden-headed female lead

Theme: Love grows amid the desolation beneath the surface.