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Seductive Beauty Shou x Fierce Dog Gong
Ji Xuan was a Great Demon Lord who once ran rampant across the nine realms. Upon transmigrating into a book, he unexpectedly became the most hated bootlicking omega.
Despite being the true young master of the family, he had been stranded away from home, left sallow, emaciated, cowering, and humble. When he was finally recognized and brought back to the wealthy household, he tried his absolute best to please his family, only to be rejected by everyone:
His biological older brother, a colonel of the Alliance, would gently tutor the fake young master with his homework, yet kicked Ji Xuan out of the study, commenting that he was naturally dull-witted and unfit for high society.
His fiancé, the top student at the military academy, would carefully wipe cream from the corner of the fake young master’s mouth, yet indifferently crushed Ji Xuan’s feelings underfoot, stating bluntly that his pheromones were low-grade and that he was overestimating himself.
There was also the noble young master from the same department, who would smile sweetly while preparing roses for the fake young master, yet maliciously dragged Ji Xuan to a bloody snake-betting arena, scorning him while enjoying his terrified expression…
The fake young master’s life was smooth sailing, protected by all of them.
While Ji Xuan was on the verge of death due to illness, the fake young master was blushing while pursuing his white moonlight.
Ji-Great Demon Lord-Xuan: Heh.
Just you all wait.
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Later.
The gentle Alliance Colonel knelt in a torrential downpour, eyes bloodshot, begging Ji Xuan to call him “Brother” just once.
The aloof and dignified top student of the military academy went mad, piecing back together the gift Ji Xuan had once given him bit by bit, trembling as he clutched a greeting card covered in footprints.
The noble young master with the hidden dagger in his smile indifferently stabbed the fake young master, then sweetly handed the blood-stained dagger to Ji Xuan.
Ji Xuan remained indifferent to their breakdowns. He simply watched the fake young master gasping for air on the ground with a smile, and hooked his finger toward the side.
In the next moment, the fake young master nearly coughed up blood. He looked up in disbelief to see his own white moonlight—a tall, ruthless figure stepping silently out of the shadows.
Pei Yingye, the ace of the Combat Department, a 3S-grade Alpha.
Clearly a man who would never go near any Omega, he now stood behind Ji Xuan with overwhelming possessiveness. Straining to suppress the veins throbbing in his neck, he gently kissed the trace of blood from Ji Xuan’s fingertip: “Don’t look at these people anymore. They’re filthy.”
“Why don’t you consider when you’ll let me stop using inhibitors?”
Ji Xuan curled his lips into a light smile, his fingertip tracing gently over the space between the other man’s eyebrows: “Depends on my mood.”
