Coven_smut

MC: Rika (Femele Fujoshi in Omega Male Body)

Original Life:

Day job: Overworked, underpaid office assistant in a publishing firm, usually stuck fixing the copy machine or ghost-editing erotica for lazy male authors.

Night job: Secret identity as @BL4geddon, a popular underground smut manga artist, known for her disturbingly accurate depictions of alpha×alpha energy.

Constantly broke, so she’s forced to take boring editing jobs during the day—and draw d** jokes and breathy uke whimpers* at night.


Now in the novel?

Accidentally possessing Riven Zhaeris: A too-beautiful-for-this-world omega who smells like heat and sugar and says the most obscene things without knowing it.

Doesn’t even try to be seductive—she’s just constantly commentating like a dirty-minded fangirl, and the alphas are slowly unraveling.

Fujoshi Chaos Aura: Constantly draws yaoi doujins, makes A×A comments out loud, and thinks she's being subtle while literally eye-f**king every dramatic moment she witnesses.She still thinks like a woman—so her inner monologue is all about “these hot boys being dumb tsundere lovebirds.”

But everyone else sees a smirking, seductive omega who leans in during heated conversations, tilts his head just so, and "moans" softly while sketching.

This contrast between inner chaos gremlin and outer unintentional siren is what kills the alphas.

“Alpha,omega, I’m Just lost”

Riven, now fully settled into the sexy, sin-bait body of a male omega, stared at herself in the mirror.

"I look like I was drawn by a yaoi mangaka going through something," she whispered.

THE HAIR: V SHAVED SIDES + MESSY BUN OF WAR

She went to a high-end stylist and simply said,

"Give me 'sinister fujoshi messiah who just destroyed a kingdom with her thighs'."

Both sides shaved in clean V shapes, fading into skin

The back, carved in a precise V that pointed like an arrow to her neck choker

Top layers long, gathered into a messy bun held up with a red sketch pen and a chopstick

"I look like I seduce alphas for sport. Perfect."

THE PIERCINGS: TRIBUTE TO A BODY TOO BEAUTIFUL TO EXIST

"This body was created for smut. I shall honor it."

Left ear stud: Crimson crystal heart

Belly button piercing: Red-dangling heart, perfectly centered above the sinful line of her abs

Nipples: Two crimson crystal hoops shaped like hearts, catching light with every breath

"I sparkle in places no one should see in public."

THE FASHION: I DRESS LIKE A SIN SIGNAL

She dressed in soft, loose destruction:

A white off-shoulder sweater, so wide it exposed a teasing collarbone and the hint of her choker

Low-hung black cargo pants that gripped her hips like lovers

Combat boots, because she's dangerous and hot and needs to stomp

THE CHAOTIC CASHIER

At checkout, she approached the counter with her chaotic basket:

A suspiciously realistic peach-scented lube bottle

The cashier blinked. "...cosplay?"

The cashier nodded slowly. "...good luck?"

"Oh I'm not lucky. I'm horny with artistic drive."

AT HOME: SIN SHRINE SETUP

Back in her apartment, she organized:

A drawer labeled "Emergency Thigh Reference Photos"

Then, she looked at her reflection.

Her body shimmered like a fantasy—pale, glowing, nipples pierced, hips wide, and eyes like forbidden magic.

"This world won't survive me," she whispered, tying her messy bun.

"And when the alphas meet me, I hope they have health insurance."

SMUT LEGACY—THE HOLY PIERCING, HAIR OF SIN, AND THE CASHIER WHO SAW TOO MUCH