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A Conan-esque 18+ niche restricted game officially launched, featuring four captureable Alphas in the main storyline. Each attribute is more perfect than the last: the first is mature and cautious, the second is intelligence plus sporty, the third has kitchen skills, and the fourth excels at sniping.

These top-tier Alpha pheromone contenders boast distinct scents: (1) Cedar and Tobacco—a cool, aloof blend, symbolizing a high-mountain flower, elegant yet rich, intense yet unique. (2) Chocolate Coffee—sweet like a marshmallow cake, dark skin full of spicy temptation, a warm and secure chest offering the comfort of being wrapped in syrup.

(3) Sea Salt—exuding a oceanic aroma, elegant, gentle, calm, and inclusive, like moonlight. (4) Curry Milk—everyday delicacies combine into a unique temperament, even a cold and aloof sniper has a domestic side. Isn't this worth considering?

However, the protagonist's attention was drawn to other tags: suspense, deduction, sniping, cars! Oh, dear!

One day, a colleague suddenly said, "You smell so good. Can I kiss you?"

During the day, he's caught by Rye, cornered in a closet, hugged and embraced. At night, he's embraced by the gentlest Scotch, his face smushed against a massive chest. Then Bourbon rubs his nape, enveloping him in an intoxicating scent.

Even on business trips, he's carried around by the elegant eldest brother, utterly humiliated. But isn't he a straight guy? He shouldn't be doing this. Every time he objects, he's rebuffed with "Isn't this how brothers should be?"

Wait, wait, do brothers really need to do these things? It all ends with being lured into bed. Is this right? Is this really right? Don't bully us naive college students!!!

After much effort, he finally finds the game's exit button and scrambles out of the pit. Before leaving, he pranks his old colleagues, treating them as if they were Japanese. He sends them all confession texts, then leaves without a trace, disappearing from everyone's world to embrace his own beautiful future. This revenge felt so good, hahahahaha!!!

Later, the game merged, a mysterious phone call came, and he was sweet-talked and tricked by Bourbon into going to Tokyo! When he woke up again, his neck was adorned with bells and a scarf, and he was forced into a suit and a black eye mask. Where was this? No, whose lap was he sitting on?!?

*Initially, the members of the Gin organization thought a capricious young master had joined, insisting on calling them brothers, and they didn't pay it much mind.

Until later, the already unstable organization members hated each other to death. This is an advance notice for "Choose Money or Bourbon Male Model." I am the young master of the Gin organization, always living as I please within the organization.

One day, I encountered a blonde, dark-skinned youth threatening someone's life at the family business. I fell in love at first sight. That very night, I snuck into his room, hugged his waist, and confessed: "Actually, I've liked you, cared about you, loved you, and wanted to marry you since the first time I saw you. My wife!"

The expressionless man sneered and rejected my proposal.

"Fine," I thought. "I'll start by delivering breakfast." No matter how persistently I pestered him, he maintained an unapproachable attitude.

Behind his back, I ran into Gin and couldn't help but complain. "I don't know, I don't know, but I suspect he's a villain! He never shows any kindness, and I don't want to fawn over him anymore—oh, never mind. Bourbon just got upset and asked where his breakfast was, saying he hadn't seen me for three hours. I'm coming!"

Gin cursed me for being spineless and shaming manhood. I replied, "I'm not a man, I'm Bourbon's most beloved good little baby." Gin was visibly disgusted, taking a cold, fierce drag from his cigarette and shouting, "Get lost!"

"Get lost, then." The path to pursuing Bourbon was fraught with difficulties, but I wouldn't give up. Finally, one day, I squeezed into his social circle. Then... then I found myself facing even more gruesome cases. My husband expressionlessly adjusted firearms in the living room while I lay on the sofa watching Maca Maca cartoons.

Suddenly, cartoons weren't as appealing. Of course, what was more terrifying was that he actually suggested, "Don't couples just sleep together? Emergency! Emergency! Emergency!"

Choose money or face? Love is foolish, but a blonde, dark-skinned male model costs three thousand a night—too bad you're a little small. As soon as I said it, the blonde, dark-skinned male model stared at me: "Want to try?" Danger!!!

Later, I was dragged away by the blonde, dark-skinned male model to test lengths. "What's wrong? Relax, this is a reward. Are you satisfied with how it feels?"

Knowing that Bourbon was actually an undercover agent aiming to destroy the Black Organization, I thought, "Forget it, destroy it if you want, as long as he's happy. But you can't touch my Gin, Vermouth, or Sherry."

Bourbon, no, Furuya Rei, narrowed his eyes and pressed closer. "You want to protect quite a few people. What's the reason?" I replied, "It's love, it's love." Bourbon paused, saying nothing, but that night I almost died!