Thread by @Alecdrair

#ScumVillainsSelfSavingSystem #ShangQinghua

A/B/O

Shang Qinghua was a small man with an unassuming Beta scent. He easily fell out of other’s radar and many forgot about him just minutes after interacting with him, that’s how uninteresting he looked.

There was no Martial Sibling he turned to when he noticed something wasn’t right. There was no one he trusted.

After transmigrating and living through the horrible ordeal of a system error, the screeching of the alarms and the ensuing pressure put on his head nearly killing his small baby body, SQH was alone in this world and had to adapt fast.

He had no time to remain stagnant.

And now, trapped in his own novel, SQH thanked the gods that he somehow evaded MBJ. Not least of all, because he conveniently ‘got sick’ on certain times.

The new dynamics he could have done without, though. SQH didn’t write an A/B/O novel, this was new ground for him.

But one thing he knew universally, was that being an Omega, was a big no-no. The thought of what people could do to him if he presented as an Omega - it terrified him.

So he stocked up on scent suppressing herbs (the good, non lethal ones, mind you) and other scent changing

products.

Years passed. SQH rises up the ladder in An Ding, his little unassuming self getting no attention either from his fellow Disciples nor his Shifu. Life was calm and everything was how he wanted it to be.

And then, one night, he presented.

It came slowly. SQH didn’t notice it, the slowly intensifying scents only giving him mild discomfort.

In a bid to escape, SQH bundled himself up in his bed, surrounded by his nice smelling clothes, warm and comfy.

Only later he found out he made a nest.

He panicked. He didn’t want to end up married off to some old ass man and forced to birth their dumb children! SQH could very well do without it!

With trembling hands and small sad omegian trills leaving him, SQH prepared the herbs and perfumes.

The next day, the Beta SQH was back to work.

He was tense, but who wouldn’t be? His life was potentially on the line here!

There were no other Omega’s in Cang qion, he couldn’t know what his Sect would do to him if they found out. It was better to be safe than sorry.

And so more years passed.

SQH took good care to not suppress his Heats, he’d read enough a/b/o stories to know nothing good came out of it.

The thought of him essentially crippling himself, because he couldn’t show his true self was nauseating.

SQH had his scheduled times off where he didn’t accept anyone into his secluded leisure house, he washes his own clothing and commissions some too after he got enough money together.

No more chafing skin for him, SQH finally had some passable omega skin friendly fabrics!

But he was isolated. SQH had no martial siblings he could actually connect with. He was too busy hiding to bother with them.

But he was just one of many introverts in Cang qion, so he didn’t seem suspicious.

It was the only good thing about his predicament.

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SQH felt his chest vibrate softly, gentle purring ringing in his delicate ears as he cuddled deeper into his nest.

It was one of his free days and he wanted to spend it snuggled in his soft pillows and even softer blankets. It wasn’t often that he got time for himself.

As the current Head Disciple, SQH got a new, Improved leisure House, but he got to pick which one. He, of course, decided for a quiet place away from the hustle and bustle of An Ding Peak Central.

With all that responsibility came great benefits too.

He was often swamped in paperwork, but only because his Shifu was a lazy peace of shit and couldn’t do even the most simple shit.

After the first few weeks of that SQH began delegating and sending polite but scathing comments back to the Peaks that tried shoving their work onto-

the An Ding Peak.

He became THE Secretary of An Ding and he took his job seriously. Over time the other Peaks would get their their Paperwork back and know the consequences of using others as pack-mules.

But now, SQH was relaxing from terrorising Cang qion.

It was his time off and he would use it like he wanted.

Snuggling deeper into his comfy, nice smelling nest, SQH fell asleep. His small hands gripping the soft furs delightedly and dainty feet warm and resting from days of running around, organising the Archives.

TBC…
(Forgot to put that here😅)