Collar

Title undecided: The Collar / He's Not Fierce at All. Next book: I'm Just a Poor Widow or High Society Is Ridiculous

A story of mutual redemption [size difference / height difference / skin tone difference]

A shy, naive Ragdoll cat girl x a fierce-faced Doberman boy (a clueless robot at first, devoted to his man later)

1. The first time she met her new deskmate, Liu Li mistook him for a stalker.

The boy, who had been crouching, stood up. His features were sharp, his shoulders broad and his waist slim. His looming shadow enclosed her as if claiming her as his own.

Liu Li stared up at him, dazed. Her body wouldn't move, and she froze on the spot.

Once the misunderstanding was cleared up, she learned he was the notorious fierce new deskmate everyone had been talking about.

Out of guilt and curiosity, she worked up the courage to get closer and closer to him.

"Don't you think he's scary?" someone asked her, baffled.

"He just looks scary." Liu Li blushed. "Don't you think he looks like a Doberman?"

He looked ferocious, but was actually clingy and considerate.

The other person fell silent, watching the tall man behind Liu Li stare at them darkly, unable to understand what Liu Li was thinking.

Still... Liu Li had a little problem of her own.

After the nth time Du Yu stared at her until she blushed, Liu Li covered her face in embarrassed frustration.

Could he stop staring at her lips?

It was so embarrassing.

2. At first, Du Yu thought Liu Li, who was always following him around, was annoying. But later, he was the one who couldn't live without her.

"Want to see my tattoo?"

Liu Li was held completely in his arms. Du Yu gripped her waist with both hands. The striking contrast in their builds only made him seem more dangerously imposing.

But in front of Liu Li, this vicious dog was exceptionally docile.

His dark eyes focused on her, and his scorching gaze made the air grow hot.

He stuck out his bright red tongue, and in the dim light Liu Li made out the tattoo.

It was the character for "dog."

Meeting Liu Li's astonished gaze, Du Yu didn't explain. Instead, he wrapped her arms around his neck.

As if willingly putting a collar on himself.

"Didn't you say you wanted to touch it?"

Her hands were enveloped in his burning warmth. She had heard his low voice countless times before, but this time it was laden with desire, making it even huskier.

"There's another way to feel it that's better than touching."

He lowered his head and took the initiative to kiss her.

Liu Li felt the texture of the "dog". It was rough.

Next book: High Society Is Ridiculous

1.

A rumor circulated through the Federation: to ensure true fairness, the Federation selected one commoner from the Lower District every year and gave them the opportunity to enter high society. If they passed the test, they could remain there forever.

Milan White never believed the rumor, until she received an invitation.

"Dear Miss Milan White, we have determined that you possess a trait of the upper class: a heartbreaker. You qualify to enter high society, and we have prepared a test for you."

"If you successfully complete the test, you will become a member of high society."

Milan thought the idea that "heartbreakers" were an upper-class trait was ridiculous enough. Then she received the tasks, which were even more outrageous.

The tasks were as follows:

1. Make at least three upper-class people fall in love with you.

2. Convince an upper-class person to willingly become your third.

3. Make an upper-class family go crazy for you.

The first upper-class person Milan met was Edwin Davis.

"If you can turn this family against itself, I'll make you a bona fide member of the upper class," said the eldest son of the Davis family.

"Sure." Milan joined the family without hesitation.

2. "She's just a genetically deficient bottom-dweller alpha. How much trouble could she possibly cause?"

At first, Edwin looked down on Milan, who looked like a hoodlum, and even doubted whether she could meet his demands.

Until Edwin saw it:

His once arrogant and overbearing younger brother wagged his tail, begging her to pet him just one more time;

His sharp-tongued, cunning uncle wore a provocative sheer outfit and lounged on the sofa, seducing her;

His aloof and stern uncle lovingly fed her grapes by hand, then warmed her feet with his body;

His deceitful and vicious adopted sister clung to her like a sinister green bamboo viper, refusing to let anyone near her;

Edwin couldn't sit still any longer, so... he joined the mad scramble for Milan.

Milan had thought the tasks would be difficult. But all she had to do was put in a little effort and say a few sweet words, and their solid relationships fell apart. They turned on one another, each refusing to give way.

"You're an elder! How can you compete with a junior for an alpha?"

"Disgusting! She's your younger sister!"

"What right does a defective O have to compete with me?"

"Does she know you have such filthy intentions? She's not an Asexual!"

Milan sighed at the chaos around her. She sipped her black tea with the elegance of a true member of high society, then remarked leisurely, "High society is ridiculous."

Note: The heroine is a chaotic, fun-loving fake alpha who is actually a beta. No harem.

No female rivalry; nobody is a good person.

Theme: Breaking prejudice