100% Compatible - 100% Compatible
I am an alpha.
I am currently sitting in a cafe waiting for my blind date. Not even my favorite royal coffee with a strong alcohol smell can bring my spirits up.
Actually, I agreed to this blind date under pressure from my mother. No way about it, I’m not that young anymore. To maintain the birth rate, if I’m not able to find a partner within these two months, I’ll be forcefully matched up with one.
I’ve had awful experiences with the past couple blind dates. Usually we wouldn’t get past two sentences. To be more accurate, I cannot talk to them much. I don’t understand why my mother always arranges for alphas to meet with me. Have I done anything that made her misunderstand that I am a homosexual?1
I thought about my room full of interstellar warship models, my wardrobe which only contained black-white-gray colors, and how I usually liked to go to the gym or the basketball court. I truly cannot understand what my mother was thinking.
Could it be because of my slight build and my insufficiently dense pheromones? I furrowed my brow and tugged at my t-shirt. I stroked my abs and immediately regained my self-confidence.
As my mind was running wild, a faint wine fragrance entered my brain. It smelled like a white orchid with a fruity aroma or red wine, it was a smell that I liked.
I came back to my senses and raised my head to look at the person in question.
He was tall with a head full of blonde curls. He lifted up his long hair that had been blown into disorder by the wind, revealing beautiful blue eyes.
His looks suited my tastes; however, he was evidently another alpha. I sighed internally as I invited him to take a seat with a smile.
He seemed to be quite reserved, sitting down quietly and ordering a cup of cappuccino. Then I watched as he actually added three blocks of sugar in his cup!
I’ve never seen an alpha who liked this kind of sugary-sweet taste. This made me…
If I’m destined to marry an alpha, I think that this man in front of me who has a cute fondness for sweets wasn’t that bad.
“Hello, I’m an alpha. I believe that you must have already known.” I adopted the smile that I’ve practiced several hundred times in front of the mirror. My smile made me look elegant yet gentle. ‘If there was an omega sitting across from me right now, they would probably already be prostrating themselves under my pheromones,’ I thought to myself.
His eyes widened like he was quite surprised, “I thought you were an omega.”
Here it is, here it is. Here we go again. These people who only know how to judge people by their appearances. My brow creased tightly but quickly relaxed again. Since he was someone who I had favorable feelings for, I maintained my graceful demeanor, “I am an alpha.”
I was a little nervous about how he would react, because the past couple blind dates basically ended after I repeatedly stated the fact that I am an alpha and the other party’s expression turned from confusion to shock to rejection.
He was dumbstruck for a while, and then he suddenly laughed.
“That’s great.” He said, “I’m an omega.”
We’re dating now.
Even though he’s a little bit taller than me and doesn’t look as petite as other omegas, he will occasionally show weakness to me. For example, he would purposefully bring a water bottle and ask me to help him open it, he would very naturally link his arm in mine2, and he would listen to my arrangements every time we went out on a date. This made me, someone with an alpha chauvinism, very pleased.
He was also very pleased with me. He told me frankly that although my build seemed to be relatively skinny and small, my firm muscles and identity as the national MMA3 champion were enough to give him a strong sense of security.
Our parents were also very pleased with each other, especially our mothers. They got along immediately, and seemed to empathize with each other as people in similar situations. In any case, they chatted nonstop.
Ai, I don’t understand women.
We got married after knowing each other for two weeks since we were both relatively older single men4.
We went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to register our marriage. Our mothers came along with us.
The system displayed that our compatibility level was very low—only 8%. The birthrate was too low; marriage was not advisable.
But we had already discussed this issue beforehand. He told me that he didn’t have a gestational sac and so he was unable to give birth to children. I very magnanimously expressed that I didn’t mind since I didn’t want kids anyway. As for our family members, they were fairly pleasantly surprised that we were able to get together. Naturally, this kind of thing was not a problem.
We handed in our identity cards and information bracelets and waited to be registered. After about thirty minutes, we received our marriage certificate.
I looked at it. Unexpectedly, his name was written in the column for the alpha. We shared a look; he also seemed furious. Our mothers, perceiving that there was something wrong based on our expressions, immediately walked over to us. They held us who wanted to go argue with the staff member back.
With our marriage certificate and our IDs in hand, they walked into the office. After some time, they came back out with the corrected marriage certificate.
I felt like the staff member who handled the procedures for us kept looking at us weirdly. Does this beta have an interest in my family’s omega?! Immediately, my anger rose up. I directed a fierce glare at him, carefully put the marriage certificate away, and left with my arm around my wife’s waist.
Our life after getting married was also very harmonious.
Actually, in the beginning, things didn’t go that smoothly in bed. Despite how the internet said that omegas will secrete fluids that serve as lubricant and facilitates the deed, he didn’t have that. In fact, he was considerably dry and rough.
Nevertheless, I had great patience. I consulted a beta friend of mine and prepared the necessary equipment. Henceforth, our bedtime exercises ensued without a hitch.
Thus our life also became harmonious5.
We purchased a house; he was in charge of the design and interior decoration. He was a well-known designer. I only knew about this after we got married. He was actually richer than me—this made me feel quite disheartened.
However, since I wasn’t with him for his money, I soon shook off these thoughts.
This was also due to him truly being too considerate. Normally when buying groceries, eating meals, or going out shopping for clothes, he would use my money. Moreover, his schedule was more flexible. Every day when I come home from work, he would already have made dinner.
This made me feel like I was providing for him.
It greatly satisfied my sense of vanity.
Although we already obtained our marriage license, we hadn’t had a wedding ceremony. This was mainly due to him saying that he didn’t want an important ceremony like this to be held without proper arrangements and preparation. I didn’t care, so I listened to his decision.
Right now he was busy overseeing the interior decoration, so the wedding arrangements fell upon my shoulders.
These days he was so tired that he would fall asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. His cherry-red lips were slightly agape; he looked adorable. Under the gentle light of the bedside lamp, I perused the brochures for things such as wedding rings, wedding attire, and wedding planners.
As I perused the brochures, I played with his hair. The soft strands of hair brushed against my palm, limp and numb, causing my heart to itch as well.
I recalled how every time we went shopping, his line of vision would stop for a moment inside the female clothing stores. As he looked at the girls in their dresses, envy would silently and subtly appear in his eyes.
Yet, aside from having a head full of long hair—something which many omegas had—, he didn’t display any feminine behavior.
I looked down at his sleeping countenance, gave him a peck, and turned the light off.
The wedding ceremony that had been set for two months later soon arrived. It was going to be held in the courtyard of our new house. At that time, the renovation would be done and the wedding reception could double as a house-warming feast.
I planned to give him a pleasant surprise, so I didn’t let him get involved in the arrangements for the wedding ceremony. He was as considerate as ever, not asking about it or getting involved at all. After expressing that he was looking forward to it, he happily returned to his parent’s house to wait.
The day of the wedding ceremony, I went to go pick him up. We wore black and white suits respectively; we looked very well-matched. He pulled his hair up into a ponytail for the occasion, exposing his bright and clean forehead. His rare look caught me by surprise.
After that we followed the procedure, swearing our oaths in front of the priest
There was a smile on his face the whole time; he clearly seemed to be very happy. Even when others yelled for him to drink lots of alcohol, he continued to be in high spirits.
How could he be so easy to please?
The wedding reception was over. I took him by the arm and assisted him back to our room. I sat him down in front of the vanity dressing table and personally combed his hair.
I practiced for a long time beforehand, ruining several wigs in the process. Now I was finally able to perfectly comb the hair of a princess. Once I meticulously and attentively combed through every single strand, I placed a flower crown on his head.
“Does it look good?” I asked him.
He stared at his reflection in the mirror. Dumbstruck, he blinked, “…Yes, but don’t you think that this doesn’t really match my outfit?”
I smiled and wrapped my arms around him from behind. I helped him unbutton his buttons, “Indeed, so let’s change into another outfit.”
He was dumbfounded the whole time even up till the moment he donned the designer wedding dress and stood before the fitting room mirror. He stood there, frozen on the spot, without saying a word or making a move.
I was instantly nervous. Had I been wrong? He didn’t look happy about it.
I stroked my nose6. Just as I was about to suggest taking it off, tears came streaming down from his eyes.
I hurriedly hugged him tightly and patted his back, coaxing him. He curled himself up in my arms, sobbing softly for a while, until I coaxed him to laugh. I’ve never seen him laugh so joyously, even his snot bubble came out.
Perhaps because he had drunk alcohol, the smell of his pheromones became significantly denser. Furthermore, his flushed face and heated skin were so scorching hot that I instantly forgot the MC’s7 words.
I had no choice but to abandon my plan to go through the wedding ceremony again.
But it was fine, he was very easy to please.
I lifted a hand up to caress his face, advancing two steps forward and pressing him down on the bed that had a red muslin canopy set up8. I opened my mouth, yet he swiftly moved in close and gave me a chaste kiss.
“I love you.” His teary eyes watched me attentively as he whispered this to me. Then he raised his head and landed his lips on mine once more.
I can’t endure anymore.
I bit him fiercely and viciously, kissing him until he was breathless.
“I love you too.”
‘I’m also too easy to please,’ I thought.
That’s why, to heck with that 8% compatibility. We’re clearly 100% compatible.
The author has something to say:
Just a sudden idea.
A story about an o who identified as an a and an a who identified as an o.
- Primary genders are identified as alpha, beta, omega. Secondary genders are male and female. In this abo setting, more of the focus is on the primary gender. That’s why MC says “homosexual” since he is an alpha and he has been meeting alphas (the same gender).
- Visual example here with Jackson Wang and Boran Jing:
- mixed martial arts
- They’re not necessarily old, per se, but they are relatively older than the average age of those who were still single.
- This might be an innuendo? I’m not sure. “Harmonious” can also be a euphemism for sexual intercourse or content that is censored.
- This is a visual example of what I imagined:
I thought of it as an expression of him feeling awkward or shy in this situation.
- ”MC” in this case referring to the “Master of Ceremonies” aka the host.
- Visual example: