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”

Scene 1: Morning—A Sinful Rise

Riven opened her eyes slowly, basking in the light of a new day.

"Why is there... a log in my pants?!"

Her sheets tented like a pervert's flag. She groaned. Not in pleasure. In confusion. Sort of.

"Why do male bodies do this? I didn't even dream of anything spicy last night… okay maybe just a little double alpha—BUT THAT'S BESIDE THE POINT!"

She staggered to the bathroom, hands holding the peach of sin, muttering:

"If I pee standing today, I want a medal."

Scene 2: Mushroom Fashion and the Café of Fate

Riven changed into something "normal."

Normal if you're an art student and a mushroom-themed RPG NPC with bad life choices:

A massive oversized brown turtleneck sweater with wide sleeves that swallowed her hands

Cream-colored flowy pants that were half-cargo, half-monk robe

Glasses she didn't need but gave "don't look at me unless you're an alpha with trauma"

"Fashion? I call it 'accidentally erotic mushroom'."

She walked into the most aesthetic café in the city, ordered a spicy black tea, and set up her brand-new Latest Gen 9.6 Tablet.

A sinful scene: Alpha × Alpha × Omega spit roast with emotional backstory and excessive inner monologue.

The Beta waiter brought her tea, glanced down at the sketch, and—

"Th-That's really good line art," he squeaked, sweating.

"It's my passion project. Would you say your expression right now is more 'embarrassed submission' or 'shocked arousal'? I need it for reference."

"Beta Muse Café Vol. 1: Stirred by Tea, Stirred by Thighs"

Scene 3: The Doctor Visit That Turned into a Softcore Podcast

Riven figured it was time to check the condition of this cursed beautiful body.

She went to a private omega-friendly clinic.

"Hi! I'm an omega with no family, an unlocked apartment, 5 piercings, no memories, and a legacy to uphold—can I get a full panel and maybe some extremely personal heat data?"

She got on the exam table, stared at the ceiling.

"Do you think some omegas have prettier glands than others? Like, aesthetically?"

"I want mine to sparkle. Maybe that's why I wear a choker with a red heart. Like a 'do not bite unless you're hot and emotionally repressed' warning."

Scene 4: The Pharmacy of Slightly Erotic Tension

She walked into the pharmacy for omega heat suppressants, wearing a hood and sunglasses like she was about to smuggle something illegal—not buy medicine.

The Alpha pharmacist looked at her.

"Riven. With an 'R'. Like Regret. Or Ravish."

He blinked. "...Heat suppressants?"

"Yes. The good ones. I'm not in heat, but I am cursed with hotness and chronic thirst—for knowledge, of course."

He handed her the box. She licked her lips (innocently. Kind of).

"Thanks, Doc. You just prevented a city-wide alpha incident."

As she turned, her pants slipped slightly, showing the top of her hip bone and a whisper of the Greek-style tattoo curling up her spine.

Final Journal Entry of the Day:

Legacy Log, Day #:

Drew café beta into my smut manga. Accidentally made him my muse.

Discovered that this body gets morning wood for fun and violence.

Am officially the most dangerous omega in a 5-mile radius.

P.S. Why is every interaction I have starting to sound like foreplay?

MORNING WOOD, MUSHROOM COUTURE & THE BETA THAT UNLOCKED A KINK