On the day the Federation distributed orcs, my best friend received a canine orc and a merman, but I brought home a pink little miniature pig. He is hard-headed, jealous, and turns into a cold-faced handsome young man at night. Even more absurdly, only I can see the bullet comments that he is the male lead, purposely turning into a pig for his white moonlight. To return this chaste and steadfast pig, I probed step by step, but when an anomaly attacked the city, I saw him block it in front of me as an experimental subject. Later, he became a Federation admiral, yet still only grunts and acts spoiled to me. It turns out that what he guarded was never the white moonlight, but me.