After the destruction of Earth and the signing of unequal treaties with aliens, the status of humanity plummeted to the bottom.

Humans were reduced to livestock or slaves for extraterrestrial intelligences, and the social roles and professions previously held by humans were all taken over by alien races.

The human idol culture that once swept the globe was no exception.

Human entertainers vanished, and aliens began to take their place on stage.

And right in the center of those brilliant lights was me.

I was a member of the 'Cake' race, rumored to possess the most beautiful and alluring scent in the entire universe.

Thanks to my natural visuals and overwhelming aura, I debuted immediately after a short training period upon joining my agency.

The reaction was nothing short of explosive.

As soon as my debut song was released, it swept the cosmic charts, and my face was plastered all over every large billboard on the streets.

Endless calls for photo shoots, CFs for high-end brands... it was a life at the peak where new success awaited every time I opened my eyes.

The whole universe was enthusiastic about this perfect beauty I possessed and the sweet scent unique to the Cake race.

However, the brilliant joy lasted only a moment.

It was because the outrages of sasaeng fans, crawling out from the shadows, had begun.

That day, as usual, I was just about to get into the pickup vehicle after finishing my schedule.

Suddenly, an unidentified fan popped out of the darkness and hugged me tightly without warning.

At the touch of them muttering insanely about being a fan and their terrifying grip, I was so shocked I couldn't even scream and just collapsed on the floor.

Fortunately, a security guard rushed over and chased the madman away, allowing me to barely get inside my house, but my whole body was shaking and I couldn't breathe.

But that was just the beginning.

As the days went by, the sasaeng's actions became increasingly insidious and serious.

Bizarre mail from unknown sources piled up in front of my house, and they even figured out the locations of private shoots to watch me from a distance.

When my entire daily life was covered in threats to my safety, I couldn't take it anymore and eventually went to the CEO in tears.

I pleaded and cried, saying that something terrible might really happen and to please save me.

The CEO, breaking into a cold sweat, soothed me by saying he would immediately find the most elite bodyguard to stay by my side, and I nodded while sniffing.

And a few days later, the moment I faced the person introduced as my new exclusive bodyguard in the CEO's office, I froze in place.

A sharp aura, an arrogant attitude, and that subtle movement as soon as he caught my unique Cake scent!

That's not just a bodyguard; that's a 'Fork' who is instinctively craving and dying to eat me, a Cake?!

Seeing me about to scream in horror, the CEO waved his hands repeatedly.

He tried to reassure me that he was a veteran who had perfectly completed special training and could completely control his instincts.

Nonsense! There's no way a Fork's instinct can be suppressed by something like training!

To be protected by a Fork who might gobble me up at any moment? I don't believe it, I'll never believe it!

Instead of protecting me, you're putting my most dangerous natural enemy by my side? Are you insane?

Hey, rookie bodyguard.

If you're going to threaten my life anyway, I'll make sure to get you fired immediately by any means necessary, so just you wait!