A Sickly Beauty Insect Mother’s Survival Guide

The Federation’s top headlines have just been updated:

Traitorous Omega General Cilia was injected with an aphrodisiac. The former God of War has fallen into becoming a special-service worker in the underground city. Sources say the general is still single, his glands have never been marked, and photos of his paralyzed legs are spreading like wildfire.

When Cilia was dragged onto the auction block, he was still in his wheelchair. The pale, beautiful Omega glanced coolly around, then smiled faintly.

He was the youngest general in Federation history, but his military achievements were not enough to persuade the nobles to spare his life.

He had been framed. However, for reasons he could not speak of, he had no interest in defending himself.

At least his starting price was high. That was the one thing he found comforting.

But the moment the golden cage shattered, a group of "men" with brilliant wings appeared before him. They shielded him from every malicious stare with their bodies, wrapping him in soft, flowing insect wings.

Cilia looked at their leader listlessly, his exquisite features utterly indifferent. "Who are you?"

The insect who led them dropped to one knee and bowed before Cilia's disabled leg. His low voice was steeped in anxious possessiveness. "Mother, we came too late."

Cilia disliked being called "Mother," and he had no idea what was going on.

It wasn't until the insects told him that he was the insect race's queen, the sole master of the swarm, that he began to understand...

As one of them kissed his fingertips, Cilia finally felt a little dazed.

After they took him away, he became a wanted criminal. The entire Federation was placed under lockdown, all to take his life.

Life on the run was not easy. The insects hid him away and cared for him devotedly, but they disagreed with Cilia on certain matters.

Cilia desperately needed an Alpha, but the insects refused to allow it;

Cilia wanted to support himself, but the insects believed Mother only needed to be provided for;

Cilia wanted to be deeply marked, but not one of these bugs understood what he wanted.

The handsome young man had reached his limit. His eyes reddened at the corners as he grabbed the insect commander by the collar, his exquisite features flushed with color. "I'm warning you. Either give me an inhibitor or give me a temporary mark. Don't just stand there doing nothing. What good are you to me?"

In an instant, the compound eyes of every insect flashed with an eerie red light. Before Cilia could react, he was wrapped in a layer of damp, sticky membrane.

The insects gathered around him reverently, eagerly savoring his newly formed queen's glands as Cilia lay wrapped up, his gaze unfocused.

Their voices were wet with certainty. "Mother doesn't need an Alpha. We are your perfect mates."

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The Federation hunted Cilia across its entire territory. Then one day, he appeared at the entrance to the Federation Council.

All the nobles stood atop a high-rise, looking down arrogantly at the pale young man in his wheelchair. But when they saw the insects beside him, their faces turned ashen.

That was no wheelchair. It was a throne built by the insects.

Cilia gently stroked the insect wing beside him and said softly, "Now it's time for my offspring to eat."

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An insect queen doesn't give birth to children, but lays eggs. Omegas long for an Alpha's mark, but unfortunately, the bugs can't provide one, so all they can do is call him Mother jealously.

Beloved by all + sweet romance + romantic rivalry + groveling redemption. The insects sometimes call their queen "Mother," and sometimes "Master," "Your Excellency," or "Sir," depending on the situation.

Cilia is neither a self-sacrificing saint nor evil. He's even quite righteous, and not morally ambiguous. In short, he's a perfectly normal Omega: a proud, aloof queen type, not a delicate, meek one.

Although revenge and escape are the main themes, the insect squad does all the heavy lifting. The sickly beauty can't do anything because his legs don't work. He needs to be carried to sleep, carried wherever he goes, and even carried to the bathroom. Whatever he does, he can't manage it himself and has to rely on the insects...

I don't know if this counts as a warning, but Cilia is simply this kind of sickly beauty.

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This is a fictional setting with no relation to reality. Please don't draw parallels to real life. The protagonist criticizes and resists unreasonable social structures and harmful customs. The story does not endorse or promote using unjust social systems to persecute others. It advocates equality and peaceful coexistence.

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Here's another upcoming novel with a similar type of protagonist, another aloof beauty: Must Be Beautiful and Strong to Be an Omega General

Qi Yuan is a legend at Lucifer Military Academy of the Interstellar Federation.

He's the Federation's youngest general, and the living devil feared by every military academy student. Every year during new recruit training, some hotheaded Alpha tries to challenge his authority. Without exception, he beats them himself until they question their entire existence.

He wears a silver mask at all times, covering the lower half of his face. Federation military academy regulations require Omega instructors to conceal their looks to avoid distracting Alpha cadets.

As a result, rumors about him keep multiplying. They say he must be hideously ugly under the mask, which is why he devotes himself entirely to mech combat and has become an emotionless war machine.

Lu Fenghan is a once-in-a-century genius, and the most troublesome thorn in his instructors' sides. On his first day at the academy, he strolled through the gates with a nutrition bar between his teeth and one hand in his pocket, then shattered every entrance exam record with his combat simulation scores.

Then he met Qi Yuan. During their first combat lesson, Qi Yuan disarmed him in three moves and pinned him to the ground.

"I didn't become an instructor because of my health. It's because Alpha soldiers like you make me physically sick."

It was a blatant warning, but it had absolutely no effect on Lu Fenghan.

From then on, Lu Fenghan began pursuing him relentlessly, with no regard for his own life.

He applied to be Qi Yuan's sparring partner and was hospitalized three times after getting beaten up. The first thing he said when he was discharged was, "Instructor, could you not hit me in the face next time? I need it to win you over."

He left nutritional supplements outside Qi Yuan's dorm, and when they were thrown away, he brought more. During Qi Yuan's lectures, he always sat in the front row. He even used the public channel during a mech combat exercise to say to every student and instructor, in his usual irreverent tone, "Instructor Qi, the way you cover for me is so damn sexy. I want to kiss your mouth, then kiss down your neck to your collarbone, leaving my kisses everywhere."

Then he was sentenced to a month in solitary confinement. Everyone said Lu Fenghan was crazy. He could be chasing a sweet, soft little Omega, but instead he was going after an unfeeling NPC.

The first thing Lu Fenghan did after getting out was find Qi Yuan. Grinning cheekily, he said, "I heard you weren't like this before. You were gentle and cute, and you weren't nearly this good at fighting. Tell me, who made you so cold-blooded? I'll kill them."

Qi Yuan finally smiled, though it was a cold smile. "Get lost."

But Lu Fenghan seemed even more excited.

During the Federation military exercises, an intelligence failure left the entire army surrounded. Qi Yuan prepared to use himself as bait to cover everyone's retreat.

Lu Fenghan kicked open his cockpit door, drenched in blood, his eyes red with fury. "Don't tell me you want me to be a damn deserter! If one of us has to die, I have to die before you!"

Then he suddenly caught the sweet, musky scent of an Omega in heat.

Despite Qi Yuan's protests, he forcibly removed Qi Yuan's mask and saw the face beneath it for the first time.

A deity carved from ice and snow, with black hair, porcelain skin, and red lips against white teeth, yet somehow inspiring the urge to ravish him.

"Beautiful," Lu Fenghan said, gripping his chin and kissing him. "So every time you beat me up, you were seducing me."

Qi Yuan's eyes reddened at the corners under the influence of Lu Fenghan's aggressively potent pheromones. He tried to push him away with a cold expression, but the Alpha was too strong. His Omega instincts, suppressed for half his life, had never before run wild like this, making him crave being taken ruthlessly by an Alpha, even though he had not been marked.

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As always, this is a universally adored, beautiful-and-strong Omega bottom 🥰. At least five people are attracted to him, and every one of them has improper thoughts about him. But as the blurb makes clear, only the top truly gets him.

One-on-one romance. The bottom's gestational sac is damaged, so he can't have children, and he's difficult to win over. The reason he's so universally adored is probably that he's beautiful, kind, and secretly alluring (crossed out) wife material.

I just want to write about a repressed Omega who combines beauty and power. He uses inhibitors to prick his arm until it's full of holes, puts a muzzle on Alphas, and faces his helplessness alone on lonely nights. He can endure the heat, put his foot on an Alpha, and tell him, "You're not worthy of getting close to me." He's the completely aloof, cold type, but warm on the inside. Underneath, he's as soft as cotton, and his heart is even softer 🥵

Pheromones: English ivy vs. tuberose

Theme: May you be loved, or love yourself, and have a happy, warm life.