ISMW Chapter 125

At 5:38 AM, Yu Chen exited this thread and prepared to delete his account.

Because come spring, he would be marrying Yun Xunlan, and this account had too much of his cyber criminal record. To maintain his perfect mental health, Yu Chen felt it necessary to completely erase these things containing his shameful dark history.

Of course, before erasing them, some rumors still needed to be clarified.

Yu Chen opened his forum account and found another post he had made during a late-night emo session shortly after he and Yun Xunlan started dating: [Got together with my dream lover, but I always feel like I’m being cuckolded, what should I do?]

OP: My wife is a very perfect human. He’s the kind with long hair, bright eyes, and a good figure—the kind of alpha where people who like him are all dead, and their graves could stretch from the Galactic Empire around the Nebula Federation all the way to the Corona Empire. And such a perfect person fell in love with me at first sight.

Later he tried every way to seduce me, force me, and move me with his sincerity… In short, using both soft and hard approaches, we got together.

He’s really perfect, I can’t help but like him, but besides me, many other people also like him, which makes me always feel like I’m being cuckolded.

2nd floor: First, it’s 3 AM now, OP, can you get to the point faster? We’re not sleeping at this hour to see how you’re being cuckolded, not to see your love story with your wife.

OP replied to 2nd floor: Idiot? I already got to the point.

3rd floor: OP, you’re not trying to say that you think other people liking your wife means they’re cuckolding you, are you?

4th floor: In this situation, we don’t recommend you post asking about it. First go to Jian’s Hospital’s psychiatry department and get your brain checked.

5th floor: Let’s disperse. OP is pretending to ask questions but actually came to show off his love.

OP: You all don’t understand. My wife really has many people who like him. All my colleagues like him, and they secretly use the same pheromone daily products as my wife behind my back.

6th floor: Wait, what is this? OP, where did you come from? Are you sure your wife is only your wife?

7th floor: If you want to talk about this, I’m not sleepy anymore.

8th floor: What’s OP’s gender? You said your wife is an alpha, right? Then you still call him wife? This address isn’t right. You’re your wife’s wife.

OP replied to 8th floor: I’m male, so is he. The address doesn’t matter. I’m my own wife, now and in the future. Also, he calls me baby.

9th floor: OP, what are you randomly replying to? I’ll say it again, we just want to see how exactly you’re being cuckolded.

OP replied to 9th floor: Idiot?

OP: We love each other very much, so being marked by him was natural, but he hasn’t made our relationship public and even said he wants to be brothers with me. Others think we have no relationship at all. When I go out on vacation, out of ten people I meet on the road, five are omegas using his same pheromone perfume, four are betas, and one alpha doesn’t use perfume—he just dyes his hair the same color as my wife’s.

Do you know how painful this is for me? It makes me feel like I’m not the only one marked by him.

This is my first relationship, he’s my first love. I want to ask everyone, do you also have such troubles when dating? If so, how do you console yourselves?

10th floor: You were marked by him? You’re an omega?

11th floor: My god, you finally got to the point. Also, bro, your partner is pretty intense. So many people with the same pheromone scent… Are you sure those omegas and betas are just using perfume?

12th floor replied to 10th floor: Definitely perfume. How could any alpha simultaneously mark so many people? Unless it’s the Third Prince.

13th floor: If OP fell in love with the king of players, it’s not impossible.

14th floor: Hey, but seriously, when the Third Prince’s same pheromone scented daily products came out, walking on the street normally, I’d also feel like everyone in the empire was marked by him. My new band-aids arrived too. I’ll put them on tomorrow and pretend I was also marked by him, hehe~

OP replied to 14th floor: Those are all your illusions, fake appearances. Those scents are all synthetic fragrance junk, not pheromones. Stop deceiving yourself, okay?

15th floor: The Third Prince isn’t your wife, why are you getting worked up?

OP: I’m not worked up. Hurry up and tell me how to console myself!

16th floor: Can’t console you. If this relationship causes you such pain, I suggest you break up.

OP replied to 16th floor: You think you’d have a chance if we broke up? I’m telling you, impossible. Don’t fantasize. We won’t break up.

17th floor: ?

18th floor: ???

19th floor: Feel sorry for 16th floor. Someone like OP deserves to be cuckolded.

OP replied to 19th floor: Idiot?

This “idiot” caused an explosion. The next 100 floors were all insulting him, with no one seriously answering his question. Yu Chen could only finally say: [If you knew who I’m dating, you’d also think I’m lucky.]

Then he got insulted for another 100 floors before the post finally sank.

Now Yu Chen came back to dig up this post. He said on the latest floor: [My wife is about to become my real wife. By the way, we’re destined partners with 100% pheromone compatibility. You’ll never have a chance again.]

After posting, Yu Chen was too lazy to see what reactions the subsequent floors had and directly deleted this account.

After doing all this, the time came to exactly 5:45 AM. Yu Chen moved his gaze from the light brain screen to his lover’s face sleeping peacefully beside him in the darkness, staring for a long time, becoming more and more unable to sleep the more he looked.

He thought this was related to something that had been weighing on his mind for a long time.

Only by resolving this matter could he sleep peacefully.

So Yu Chen turned his gaze back to his light brain, once again logging into the galaxy’s largest Q&A platform, skillfully and politely typing his question in detail and honestly in the question box:

[Questioner: Due to my lack of manners and some misunderstandings in the past, I played some special kinks with my lover for a while. Later we stopped playing, and I don’t know if my lover misses it—I don’t anyway. But later he told me he wanted to call me “daddy,” and I didn’t immediately agree. After that, he seemed to forget about it and never brought it up again. So I’d like to ask all the teachers if there’s any way to tactfully remind my lover to remember this, because I want to have a good talk with him. I really don’t want to hear him call me daddy.]

Okay, I see no one objects, so I’m going to write about false pregnancy ( )

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