[Untouchable beauty transformed into a devoted dog-like gong x carefree flirt who gets thoroughly ravished instead]
Year 2826, planet Mo.
On the twenty-ninth day after surgery, Wen Xiaoli successfully presented.
[Gender: Omega (artificially induced), artificial pheromone: ibuprofen, scent: none.]
Wen Xiaoli awkwardly looked at the updated information on his ID card.
"Doctor, about the husband assigned to me by the Main City..."
With pheromones like these, could he find an Alpha with a compatibility rating above 90%?
The doctor pushed up his glasses. "Ahem. The system has only found one match so far."
"The system has automatically skipped the mutual partner selection process and confirmed your marriage."
"Good news: your partner is an S-rank Alpha."
"Bad news: their identity is sensitive and must remain confidential for now."
Wen Xiaoli: "..."
*
After slipping away from the hospital, Wen Xiaoli rescued a deserter from the Main City, Serial Number K0189.
His handsome, sharp eyes, tightly pressed lips, and the top button he always kept fastened all hit Wen Xiaoli's preferences hard.
Serial Number K0189 was aloof and refused to reveal his name.
Wen Xiaoli swung his legs with a sunny smile. "That's fine. Are you single, then?"
He teased and flirted, enjoying the other man's disgruntled expression and furrowed brow.
Though every now and then, they also talked about serious things.
"Pheromones give humanity the ability to reproduce. They're the foundation of a planet's development."
"But I heard that hundreds of years ago, people married for love."
"That's just an Outer City tale. According to the records, love is a hallucination produced by highly compatible pheromones."
*
Was it a hallucination?
It must be. Wen Xiaoli was convinced.
Otherwise, there was no way to explain why his legal spouse went completely berserk after he was captured and brought to the Main City.
Trembling, Wen Xiaoli lifted the familiar insignia on the bite guard.
The once immaculate buttons lay scattered across the floor. Tight lips parted to pant, and gleaming canine teeth pressed against his neck.
"Who am I?"
"Colonel..."
"Say it again."
"K...0189..."
The scentless ibuprofen became a deadly temptation, sucked away with abandon.
He struggled to wrap his arms around that firm, narrow waist, flushed with arousal, and tilted back his slender neck.
"...Does it still hurt?"
"It's okay... Just bite me and it'll stop."
*
Untouchable beauty vs. one beneath the mud
#WhyAreYouFlirtingWithMeWhenYouAlreadyHaveAHusband
#JealousOfMyselfAndWildlyJealous
#ArrangedMarriageIsActuallyGreat
#LoveIsntAHallucination
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