The S-Class Alpha's Beta Sugar Daddy - Chapter 1

The bag of peaches in my hand slipped to the ground, sending peaches rolling everywhere.

My heart hammering, I crouched down and began frantically gathering them up.

What the hell was this?

As far as everyone else was concerned, an utterly ordinary Beta like me was a perfect match for his equally ordinary B-class Alpha brother.

So why was he butting in?

Then again, what they thought was their business.

What I thought was what mattered to me.

I had never considered myself inferior to Alphas in the first place.

After all, Alphas and Omegas were far too much trouble.

Every member of my old study group except me had been either an Alpha or an Omega. As a result, over the course of several years, I was the only person who had contributed to one hundred percent of our group assignments.

One day they had a headache or a fever, the next they were in rut or heat, and the day after that they were too weak to do anything.

Every last one of them was useless.

Still, when I was eventually admitted to the Military Department with the highest score in my year, I had to thank them for being so useless.

The problem was, I had applied to study pharmacology. I had planned to inherit the pharmaceutical factory someday, and pharmacology seemed like the best fit.

If I switched to Mecha Engineering… I did like it, but…

Zhao Duo crouched down in front of me and helped me pick up the peaches.

“You like peaches?”

I nodded. “I love them.”

I had very few faults. Really, there was only one: I was greedy for anything delicious.

“If you like them, join the Military Department. There are ten peach trees in the back courtyard. You could eat peaches whenever you wanted.”

My hand froze around a peach.

Fruit was exceptionally expensive these days. That one bag of peaches had cost me an entire month’s living expenses.

If the Military Department had peach trees…

“There are pear trees too, and apricot, apple, and mangosteen trees. Oh, and a major general who loved durian so much that he planted several durian trees.”

I swallowed. “I agree to your conditions. But if I go into Mecha Engineering, how am I supposed to inherit the pharmaceutical factory?”

He ruffled my hair. “Are you stupid? Hire pharmacology graduates and have them work for you. The factory will be yours, and so will all its profits. Besides, I’ve seen your grades. You rank first in the entire school in pharmacology, mecha engineering, and command studies. If you have enough time and energy, you could study several subjects at once without a problem.”

“And once you enter the Military Department, you’ll be surrounded by experts. The deputy director of the Medical Research Institute is a pharmacology expert, and the commander-in-chief of Combat Command—you should know this—is also a Beta. If you want to learn more, you can talk to any of them. I have the connections.”

I was tempted.

But if both of those fields had experts there, then…

“What about the Mecha Manufacturing Center? Who’s the expert there?”

Zhao Duo cleared his throat. “Me.”

Me: …

“To put it bluntly, my brother and I have different mothers, and I’ve never liked him anyway. I’ll put pressure on the family and make them give you the factory.”

“As for Mecha Engineering, I simply hate to see talent go to waste. You really do have a gift for it. It would be a shame if you didn’t build mecha. You know our country is weak when it comes to mecha manufacturing. We urgently need people in the field, preferably talent we’ve cultivated ourselves.”

“And the marriage would protect both our families’ reputations. They might be shameless, but I still have a reputation to uphold.”

“We both win.”

…

Ten minutes later, he’d talked me into nodding.

He was right. Mecha engineering was a difficult subject to study, and the practical work was even harder. If I mastered it, I could make a major contribution to the country.

As for the pharmaceutical factory, I only wanted it for the money anyway. Letting someone else run it sounded fine.

What I didn’t know then was that Zhao Duo, the bastard, had been setting a trap for me from the very beginning—and I had blithely walked straight into it.