I transmigrated into a story about a fake young master and a real one, becoming the gorgeous, vicious fake young master who framed the real one and was killed by a powerful big shot.
That very day, I was forced to fulfill my duties as the big shot's lover. I wanted to break things off with dignity and escape the bloodbath.
The moment I said so, he pulled me into his scorching embrace and took me fiercely.
All night long, I struggled with all my might until I could barely lift my hands.
I wanted to run away.
But the big shot, who was said to have countless lovers and despised me more than anything, kept demanding I fulfill my duties as his lover night after night.
Even my unrelated adoptive older brother and my sworn rival, who had always looked down on me, changed their tune.
They kept finding ways to get my attention and spent all day provoking the big shot, telling him to step aside if he couldn't perform.
