Apocalypse: I'm Not Seducing the Beastmen!

The world has frozen over, civilization has collapsed, and Dove’s survival system has locked warm clothes behind male attention. She would like to speak to a manager.

One truck-related death has left her stranded in the apocalypse as an arctic fox beastwoman with white hair, a huge fluffy tail, and forty-seven minutes before she freezes to death. Her new face is gorgeous. Her new body is nearly naked. Neither fact is helping.

Then Sprout opens the system shop.

Food. Winter gear. Medicine. Shampoo. Everything she needs to survive, build a business, and stop smelling like the end of the world.

Her balance? Zero Favor Coins.

To earn them, she has to make dangerous beastmen feel something. Anger counts. Suspicion counts. Attraction pays, but comes with customer expectations she has absolutely no intention of meeting.

Daily missions offer another way forward: sell goods, hit her targets, earn bonuses, and unlock better supplies. Dove has years of retail experience and no interest in finding a husband. Surely she can build a life with a merchant stall, careful budgeting, and the occasional deeply irritated Alpha.

Unfortunately, winter is closing roads, raider crews are hunting supplies, and the tunnel settlement sheltering her remembers exactly what the previous owner of her beautiful face did.

The horned Alpha doesn’t trust her. The wolf healer keeps checking her stories. The scarred panther has every reason to hate her, until one careless compliment leaves him watching her like she’s the only warm thing left in the world.

Dove needs their reactions to stock her shop. They’re starting to want things she can’t put a price on.

She plans to turn her little stall into something worth surviving for. Sprout keeps calling it an excellent opportunity to attract mates.

She’s trying to survive the apocalypse. Why does every upgrade come with another man problem?