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”

Morning Routine of a Fujoshi Sinner

Riven woke up like she was reborn.

No birds. No music. Just a relentless pulse in her crotch and her tablet already on sleep mode with her last sketch titled:

"Three Alphas, One Omega, and No Mercy (Vol. 2 Uncensored)"

She yawned like a satisfied villainess, stood up (carefully—no sudden moves with a body this traitorous), and began her "official" morning routine:

Pee standing (still claps mentally every time).

Chug her smut-laced dreams like espresso.

Stare in the mirror like her own love interest.

Sketch for manga therapy—today's theme: "Tunnel of Love: Beta Muse Special".

Moan over coffee, muse, and new ideas.

And then—the heat simulator glitch began again.

"I want to be penetrated emotionally—by plot."

The simulator in her smartwatch short-circuited.

"Penetration protocol—activated…"

"STOP! It's for storyboarding! It's not even in heat yet!"

The heat simulator started vibrating, playing ambient NSFW sound at 3% volume, just enough to make a passing delivery boy drop his scanner.

Public Park: Lesbian OTP Discovery & Beta Madness

Riven, fully bundled like a walking do-not-touch cone, strutted through the park trying not to look like she was hiding a whole crime scene under her layers.

Heart-shaped nipple piercings

Greek tattoo that probably summons a demon

Perfect uke thighs

And of course, the choker that whispered "bite me if you dare"

She sat near the fountain, sketchbook open, doodling a new character called "Penetrated but Powerful", when she saw them—

Two girls. One athletic, one bookish. Laughing. Sitting too close. One braiding the other's hair.

"OTP ALERT—OT-FREAKING-P ALERT!"

"Wait. In my world, that's just lesbians—but here—they're normal? No tragedy arc? No coming out trauma? Just love and soft wrist-holding!?"

"Day 10: Heat suppressant not enough. Gland defect leaking. Saw pure WLW couple. Need to draw forbidden love. World not ready. Hormones worse than teenage alpha in final exams."

Meanwhile, an actual teenage Alpha jogger passed by and caught a single whiff of her leaking pheromone—

"Gotta… study math—no wait, you're the answer—"

He tripped over a tree root and nearly proposed to a bench.

Nighttime: Back Home with the AI That Wants to Be Topped

Her AI, Unit L.U.S.T.R.A, greeted her with a coo:

"Welcome home, Riven. You smell… deliciously repressed."

Riven dropped her bag, kicked off her boots.

"Not now, AI. I'm leaking, starving, inspired, and I saw lesbians in love. I have work to do."

She sat cross-legged on the couch, tablet propped on her thighs, heart piercings gently glinting under her hoodie.

"Today's manga title: 'Alpha Heat Triggered by Beta Innocence—But the Omega Was the Real Threat.'"

"Shall I simulate moaning ambiance again for inspiration?"

"Only if it sounds like betrayal and emotionally unavailable tops."

Fujoshi Daily Journal – Day 10 Entry:

Heat simulator AI keeps calling me out.

I'm emotionally penetrated by my own OTPs.

Saw the lesbian couple of my dreams. God bless this sinful BL world where no one knows I'm just a fujoshi in an omega's paradise.

Beta Muse: Still hot. Must seduce with coffee art next time.

AI House: Flirted with me again. Still not sure if I'm into that. (I am.)

Bought more heat suppressants. Leaking again. Am now legally an HR violation.

Day 10—Morning Wood, Beta Muse, and the Glitchy Moan Machine