[A slacking, undercover Special Forces captain x a brooding, psychologically troubled young emperor; outwardly flirtatious x secretly seductive] [Beautiful and strong / strong x strong] [Sentinel-Guide]
Ren Qi is the most laid-back captain in the Federation's Special Forces.
Ever since he took over, his team's points have regularly hovered just above the passing mark, leaving them at the bottom every month.
Ren Qi's motto in life is: As long as I've got enough money, I'm good. As for high-point missions and all that... staying alive matters more.
In terms of mental strength, Ren Qi may be S-rank, but in a Special Forces unit packed with S-ranks, he's just average.
In terms of experience, Ren Qi, who didn't join the unit until he was twenty-six, can't compare with the other captains, who joined straight out of school.
As for combat ability... he's just about adequate.
His subordinates know only that their captain has a pretty face and loves to smile. They have no idea what Ren Qi did before joining the Fourth Unit.
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One day after work, Ren Qi received a text message.
His ranking on the hitman leaderboard of the interstellar dark web had dropped by one place.
He'd fallen from first to second, which meant his retirement payout would be reduced by a whole tier starting next month.
Ren Qi clicked open the latest leaderboard through gritted teeth and saw the top-ranked hitman, who went by "Obsidian."
In just five months since registering, this guy had racked up more points than Ren Qi had accumulated over several years.
What a reckless maniac.
They could stay out of each other's way, so Ren Qi started taking jobs on the side to build his points back up.
But every time he was about to overtake Obsidian, the other guy would quickly add even more points than him.
...Just you wait.
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The team members noticed that their captain had recently started taking on high-point missions.
Apparently... he was short on money.
Ever since Ren Qi took in an unidentified, undocumented man who'd been badly injured, the household expenses had gone up.
Well, this mission would increase his points several times over in one go, so what else could he do?
Ren Qi knew the man he'd rescued was a minor noble from the Imperial Star. After all, anyone who could post a mission with such a high reward had to have an important background.
For the sake of his retirement payout, there was nothing wrong with helping a Sentinel with mental regulation, right?
And there was nothing wrong with providing a Sentinel with a little Guide pheromone, right?
Even temporarily bonding with him... there was nothing wrong with that, right?
Ren Qi noticed that the Sentinel's condition was getting worse and worse.
The undocumented Sentinel turned around and posted a high-point mission on the dark web, asking Ren Qi to take him back to his home planet.
Completing this job would put Ren Qi back in first place.
Points could make Ren Qi do anything, so the Guide had no choice but to accept the mission.
But the moment they stepped off the shuttle, Ren Qi was seized, tied up, and hauled into...
the bedroom of the young emperor of the Imperial Star.
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On the soft bed, Delo Viller looked at those eyes, usually full of laughter, now burning with anger.
His hands and feet were restrained, and his beautiful face only stoked an even stronger urge to destroy him.
The aftereffects of his bonding heat had not yet faded. The beauty's voice was hoarse: "If you've got the guts, let me go."
The young emperor gently kissed his lips.
"All right."
The more free and untamed a flower he was, the more the emperor wanted to break him in his hands.
To let that unspeakable, twisted love seep into him and hold him captive...
Later, the lonely emperor received an embrace filled with a sigh.
"Are you really not going to let me go, you little madman?"
Synopsis archived on 2025.8.19
[Reading Guide]
1. Both leads are crazy.
2. The gong is dominant in bed, not a weak gong, and his laid-back side is an act.
3. The gong is two years younger.
4. As always, a beautiful gong and a handsome shou.
Theme: People need ideals and goals.
