My God Has a White-Moonlight Love

A story told from the bottom’s perspective

(They’re made for each other / Secret feelings come true / Replacement romance / Taming the dog / The school setting is in the first part, then most of it is urban life. A bored, privileged, casually unhinged king × a gentle, patient, devoted bottom)

That year,

He came walking out of the play of light and shadow, a wineglass in hand. His voice was cool and detached.

“Young Master Lin, good manners aren’t something you can just throw away.”

One sentence put an end to the commotion.

It also set the course of my torment for years to come.

I was forced to accept his favors, becoming his “special project,” his personal possession.

He was the mountain I would forever look up to, impossible to cross.

I gathered all the courage I had and laid my humble wish before him.

“Pei Hengzhou... I want to be your tail.”

He turned his head at that, a faintly amused smile on his face.

“All right.”

He went abroad to study. Through three years of waiting, I thought of my god every moment of every day.

He crossed oceans, but when he returned, someone else was by his side. Her features and bearing were startlingly like the first love he’d described in his youth, the woman who existed only in his fantasies.

His gaze grew more distant by the day, like the tide receding and coldly sweeping away the warmth he had once bestowed on me. The fire was finally about to burn out, and I at last decided to leave.

But he suddenly appeared at a street corner in my new city. His eyes bloodshot, he blocked my way.

“Tail... how can you run off on your own?”

But I knew he was only searching for a shadow from his memories, and even the real woman from his fantasy couldn’t compare.