As is well known, an outstanding team requires the ferocity of a mountain tiger, the agility of a leopard, the battle prowess of a wolf—along with a slacking fish, a gluttonous barrel, and a workhorse donkey from the production brigade. Holy ancestral blessings—a company outing instantly turns into a survival flick. Thus: ① (Slacking Fish) A sunny, cheerful college guy × A tough-skinned, honey-hued military insect officer [Hugh × Hoss] Hugh harbors a crush on an older brother figure—his white moonlight. When the utterly unlucky Hugh, freshly isekai’d, gets caught in a brutal kidnapping case, it’s this white moonlight brother who casually saves him. White moonlight brother is truly a good guy—no, a good *bug*! Hugh *biu*—dives headfirst into love. Just yesterday, he was riding in white moonlight brother’s car to military school orientation, but the next day, he’s informed: a starbeast tide is attacking, and white moonlight brother has rushed to the frontline!? After three long years of pining, Hugh finally reunites with white moonlight brother—only to find the once seemingly invincible officer now wheelchair-bound, missing a leg, and possibly (?) tangled in romantic drama. Hugh: (Furious) How *dare* anyone bully my Hoss! ② (Workhorse Donkey) The jack-of-all-trades performance king × A meticulous, ulcer-plagued beauty merchant [Louis × Perans] Louis is unceremoniously dumped into the unfamiliar insectoid world. Fortunately, hope isn’t lost—this undocumented hobo meets his first sucker (a.k.a. sugar daddy) while begging. Overjoyed, Louis nearly kowtows in gratitude: “Boss, my skills will make me worth every penny!” His sugar daddy is a silver-haired, gold-spectacled, severely germophobic elite exuding untouchable nobility. Sugar Daddy: “I have a... *friend* who needs an alpha bug’s pheromones. Get tested. If the match rate’s high, I’ll hire you at a premium.” Thanks to the high compatibility, Louis lands the assistant gig. But... isn’t this job a bit *too* cushy? Aside from living in a mansion and having his worn clothes, slept-in sheets, and used pillows confiscated daily... As his salary balloons and bank digits multiply, Louis drafts his resignation—only for sugar daddy’s erratic heat cycle to explode the night he submits it. Louis: (Defensive) Who could resist such a beauty?! ③ (Mountain Tiger) A career-driven, icy CEO × A masochistic, obsessed second prince [Jin’er × Amiya] Jin’er is textbook CEO material. Even after transmigrating into the insectoid world, his expertise secures sponsorships, swiftly rebooted his tech empire. Except... the sponsor is the second imperial prince. Except... the prince seems to want *him*. No reason to refuse. The CEO agrees to the courtship, entering a profit-guaranteed political marriage. But post-wedding, the prince’s obsession spirals: surveillance trackers are just the start. One morning, the CEO wakes to find himself locked in a villa with only the prince—whose gaze has shed all pretense of sanity... Jin’er: (Deadpan) Woke up to find my wife dropped the act. ④ (Agile Leopard) A self-proclaimed “iron straight” hypocrite × A disfigured, steady crown prince [Ian × Hades] The capital’s hottest gossip? The infamous, scarred crown prince and a mysterious high-rank alpha bug—paired by imperial decree in a sudden marriage. No media outlet bets on this union. The prince, a stoic grim reaper, never imagined an alpha would want him. This marriage is duty, not desire. Perhaps rumors hold truth: the prince is born ill-omened. Within the first month, tabloids claim his alpha spouse suffers amnesia from a freak accident. (Of course, the prince is blameless.) While aiding a buddy, Ian slips *crash*—down the stairs. Freshly wed, the lab genius loses all memory, regressing five years... to a time when he swore he was *straight*. Day one, he gapes at his terminal, stuffed with photos of... the prince!? Ian: (Shocked) Even brain-damaged, I’d *never* marry a dude! Or hoard his pics! Have I lost it?! ⑤ (Battle Wolf... Glutton Barrel) A gaming tycoon heir × A melancholic, aging emperor [Syri × Atalan] Syri, a gaming addict, lately dreams bizarre nightly serials. Unfazed, he chalks it up to gaming hangover—days spent headshotting gods online, nights dreaming of wrecking battlefields alongside a golden-haired beauty. Atalan, once a rebel leader, was barely twenty at his peak. In youth’s most tender moment, he meets Syri, takes a gut shot shielding him, and loses all fertility—never mentioning it, just watching Syri conquer territory after territory. Two years later, history’s bloodiest rebellion leaves cities in rubble. Amidst bones and scorched earth, Atalan emerges as the new empire’s golden lion. Yet reports claim *that* alpha bug defected—vanished without trace. For twenty-five years, Atalan obsessively waits. Year twenty-five. Syri arrives at court, stunned not by the emperor’s breathtaking beauty—but because this gilded sovereign looks *exactly* like his dreamland white moonlight bestie... Syri: (Smug) Sorry, boys—I found my white moonlight. Guess I’m your father-in-law now!