[Two Male Leads + Mutual Firsts + Forced Love + Bottom’s Perspective + Happy Ending + Mild Angst]
Modern-day overworked office drone Zhang Xiaoci dies from working overtime and is forced to bind himself to a System, then transmigrates into the world of cultivation as a nobody. The mission is simple: take a master, stay alive, and raise his favorability.
He sets his sights on Xiao Yun, a background-character master. He plans to lie flat and stay alive, never realizing he’s walked into a tender cage.
That cold, otherworldly Immortal Lord falls in love with him at first sight.
Xiao Yun uses a contract to keep him by his side, denying him freedom and growing mad with obsession.
Zhang Xiaoci’s straight-guy heart is shattered. All he wants is to escape.
Until a secret realm collapses, and Xiao Yun shields him from the blood rain with his own back, whispering, “Don’t be afraid.”
Until Zhang Xiaoci is on the brink of death, and Xiao Yun exhausts his cultivation, holding his hand as he says, “I’ll stay with you.”
Only then does Zhang Xiaoci finally see clearly:
The madness beneath those white robes isn’t about possession. It’s the despair of someone terrified of losing him again.
The System chimes:
[Warning! Host’s affection for the target has exceeded the critical threshold!]
[Mission update: Teach Xiao Yun to love you, not imprison you.]
Later, the entire cultivation world knows:
The Yunshen Immortal Lord, who once looked down upon all living beings with cold indifference, dotes on one person with all his heart.
He bends for him, breaks his vows for him, and turns a prison into a nest, transforming obsession into tenderness.
It turns out the mad master’s straight-guy tribulation is a deep love that saves them both.
In a nutshell:
A straight guy binds himself to a System and plans to win over his master to save his own life, only to be forced into a relationship by his obsessive master. After his escape attempts fail, he discovers that his master’s obsession stems from a deadly cycle of reincarnation that has kept him waiting for three hundred years.
Touching, I like it.