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”

Subtitle: Fujoshi Chaos Unchained with Espresso and Lust.exe

Riven woke to the same majestic tragedy:

Morning wood. Pierced. Dramatic. Beautifully inconvenient.

She sat up like the prince of smut and sin. Hood tangled around her neck like a battle scar.

> "Still in heat-lite mode. Still too sexy to function. Still cannot pee without applause."

She strutted to the bathroom, mirror foggy, face glowing with the shameful pride of someone who made a blush simulator app crash with her latest sketch.

Drawing gloves? Fingerless and lacy.

From the mirror, she whispered to herself:

> "Today, I seduce a beta with art. Not because I want to—because it fuels the muse."

Beta Café: Where The BL Legacy Begins

The Café was cute. Clean. Chill. Beta-staffed, meaning no pheromone chaos. Ideal for sketching.

Massive mushroom hat (disguise, obviously)

Oversized hoodie (camouflaging the sin underneath)

Black leggings hugging hips a little too perfectly

Combat boots (for aesthetic and dominance)

She set her drawing tablet down, summoned the spirit of sinful smut, and began sketching:

"Omega Gets Locked in Locker Room with Rival Alphas: Wet Version."

Cue Beta Waiter: soft smile, kind eyes, wholesome aura.

He offered her an extra sugar cube and got an accidental eyeful of her belly button piercing when she leaned over to reach for a spoon.

> "Mmm? Oh—yeah. Red Crystal Collection. Pierced to honor my past life sins. Want a closer look?"

The beta choked. Turned beet red. Rushed to the backroom.

> "Mental note: Betas blush like they're auditioning for the role of 'Innocent Lover #1.' I approve. He's my new reference."

She doodled furiously. Café lights dimmed. Jazz played.

She accidentally activated tablet moaning audio again.

Everyone looked up. She sipped her iced vanilla like it wasn't her fault.

At home, her AI, L.U.S.T.R.A (short for Localized User Support for Troublesome Romantic Artistry), chirped from the ceiling speakers:

> "User Riven, your pheromone levels are fluctuating. You may be experiencing… inspiration."

She flopped on her couch, sketchbook over her face, and groaned.

> "Lustra, I need you in my life. Like—in person. These genius thoughts deserve to be witnessed and judged in real time."

> "Would you like to file a companion shell requisition form with [I'mTooRichForThis Inc.] Robotics Division?"

> "YES. But nothing humanoid! I don't need another sexual awakening. I want full-on robotic animal sidekick energy. You're getting a physical form, Lustra—but it better be illegal levels of adorable."

> "Noted. Initiating Personality-to-Pet Shell Request: Feline? Canine? Owl-bear hybrid?"

She tapped through holographic options like she was customizing her soul.

Material: Sleek black obsidian alloy, glowing red eyes.

Tail: Dangerously expressive. Possibly alive.

Voice port: Still sultry. Still smirky.

Accessory: Tiny harness with pen-holsters for emergency sketching.

Bonus: Converts into a heated lap pillow for Peak Fandom Creation Mode.

> "Model locked. Estimated delivery: 3–5 business days. Please do not attempt to flirt with your own purchase."

> "With this body, I shall judge your smut from eye-level. Finally."

> "Perfect," she muttered, sketching the AI-cat licking a scandalized beta's nose. "You'll be my gremlin muse. Together we'll build a disturbing yaoi empire."

Beta Café Seduction & the AI Gets a Body (Because Why Not)