Critical Rescue

Jiang Tianji’s dream of being a salted fish (a lazy, low-effort lifestyle) was shattered on the day he underwent secondary s*x differentiation and turned into an Alpha. He was in the middle of a bath when a group of burly men kicked down his door; in his panic, he only had enough time to cover his manhood with a towel.

“Damn it, I’m calling the police!”

A white-haired beauty walked in slowly, laughing softly as he shoved a set of credentials right into Jiang Tianji’s face. “Hello. Federal Special Rescue Division. You’ve been conscripted.”

“What?!?”

Before he could even process the words, he was dragged off to the military—still mostly naked.

In his youth, when he was still naive to the ways of the world, Ling Kongmiao had been sweet-talked by a little punk into getting married. He once told his doctor:

“Someone tricked me into being his ‘little wife,’ then promptly forgot all about it and went on living his best, carefree life,” Ling Kongmiao chuckled, his long, silver hair cascading down his fingertips. “When I saw how idle and relaxed he was, only one thought crossed my mind.”

“Don’t let me get my hands on you.”

Later, under the devilish “training” of Chief Ling, Jiang Tianji’s growth speed was astronomical. He eventually achieved double awakening, becoming an S-class combat-type Alpha. However, there seemed to be a glitch in the process of the “little genius’s” incubation.

Inside a single-occupancy dormitory, the Alpha, deep in his rut, was struggling to control his impulses.

Jiang Tianji pinned Ling Kongmiao’s jacket beneath him. His dark green eyes burned with a deep, hidden, and paranoid possessiveness. He lowered his head, his teeth gently biting down on the buttons of the jacket.

“Mine. Captain.”