[O Pretending to Be an A] The Informant's Guide to Self-Improvement

A cunning, wickedly charming information broker bottom × a cold-faced, underwear-washing wolf-dog top

(You could even call it an older-sister-younger-boyfriend pairing)

Qianyue is an information broker.

Skilled and bold, with hideouts all over the place, he has never been caught by any of his enemies.

People might see him drinking and carousing with beautiful companions at a pleasure den in the morning, only for him to disappear with all his intel by nightfall.

But Qianyue has a secret: he's actually an Omega.

White-haired and blue-eyed, he's so beautiful that everyone knows his face, yet everyone assumes he's an Alpha.

One day, his underdeveloped glands finally act up.

This won't do.

He needs to cultivate a trusted confidant.

If his pheromones go out of control while he's on the run, someone will have to help him keep moving.

So Qianyue takes a VIP seat at an underground fighting arena, looking down at the match from on high.

This one's muscular but not good-looking, that one's clever but too weak...

Meanwhile, the arena's owner sits beside him, pouring him drinks like a peacock trying to attract a mate, doing everything he can to catch Qianyue's attention.

"Darling, will you do me the honor of having dinner with me tonight?"

Qianyue doesn't hear a word. None of the fighters at the arena satisfy him.

If someone wants to take him to dinner, they'll have to offer more than just a VIP box.

But in the end, the one standing in the center of the ring is a young man.

Sun-kissed skin, a wary and ferocious gaze, and lean, well-defined muscles.

Most importantly, he looks very much like Qianyue's type.

The young man wipes the blood spattered on his chin and looks toward Qianyue.

"Hey. He drugged your drink. Can't you tell?"

Qianyue: "..."

The owner: "..."

Amid the crowd's thunderous cheers, Qianyue walks down from the VIP seats to the boxing ring.

One step at a time.

Ignoring the owner's murderous glare, the young man's full attention is captivated by those beautiful blue eyes.

Qianyue: "I've made up my mind."

Pointing at the young man, he says to the owner:

"Didn't you say you'd give me a present? I want him."

*

In this chaotic lawless zone, everyone knows the name of Qianyue, the information broker.

And they all know the loyal, ruthless attack dog at his side.

[Today's Attack Dog Schedule]

Deal with the enemies who come looking for him, and clean the blood off his hands.

Wash the clothes Qianyue dirtied when he got drunk yesterday.

Smell the pheromones on the clothes and accidentally go into heat.

Give himself an inhibitor shot.

Make breakfast, clean the house, and water the flowers.

Finally, stand beside the bed, looking like he holds a bitter grudge, and try to wake the bed-loving Qianyue.

"Wake up. Breakfast is ready."

Qianyue hugs his blanket, still half asleep.

"You should call me Master."

The young man: "..."

This isn't quite the bloody turmoil he'd expected.

Aside from how Qianyue's pheromones put his self-control to the test, everything else is great.

*

But the storm of blood and violence the young man had anticipated does finally arrive one day.

Qianyue points the dark muzzle of a gun at him.

"You really thought I bought you out of the goodness of my heart?"

"Someone's paying a fortune for information about you. That money will keep me living in luxury for the rest of my life."

"Go with them quietly. Don't make me shoot. Dead men aren't worth as much as living ones."

The Empire's lost little prince has been found.

He grows up quickly, wipes out his political enemies, and ends decades of war. Then...

The first thing he does after ascending the throne is secretly issue a warrant for his enemy's capture.

But this enemy... is still an Omega?

Theme: Hard work pays off!