[A shy, cute little cream puff uke with lustful thoughts but no guts] vs. [A scheming, gloomy male ghost seme]
# I really went all out for inspiration
Bian Li is so extremely socially anxious that he stammers when speaking to strangers in real life, yet online he's a fan artist known for his boldly erotic illustrations.
Recently, though, he's hit an unprecedented creative block.
Even the collection of images he used to adore, including the 300 muscular men he follows who post suggestive content, can't revive Bian Li's dried-up inspiration.
Until, while returning to his village to look for inspiration, he unexpectedly found a man by the roadside.
The man had a face so handsome it could make gods and men jealous. His perfectly tailored suit outlined a flawless waist, and the smooth lines of his muscles seemed visible even through the fabric. Every inch of him was precisely tailored to Bian Li's tastes!
What kind of suited-up beast is this?!
He's practically a living reference model!
Lust gave him courage, so when the man woke up with amnesia and asked who he was,
Bian Li, his blood rushing to his head, stammered out:
"I-I'm your boyfriend!"
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After tricking the man into coming home with him, Bian Li grew more and more guilty.
As a boyfriend, the man was practically perfect: a wonderful cook, did all the housework, mature and considerate, the very model of a devoted partner.
On top of that, the man went along with every request Bian Li made.
Every night, under the dim yellow light in the room, the man would undo a few buttons of his black shirt and roll up his sleeves. His veined wrists were wrapped and bound with black cords, and he obediently followed instructions, striking one irresistibly sexy pose after another.
Inspiration came flooding back, and Bian Li produced art at a furious pace, having the time of his life drawing!
What Bian Li didn't see was the terrifying, overwhelming possessiveness in the man's eyes, which were nearly swallowed by darkness.
Until one day, Bian Li accidentally discovered the man's true identity. His eyes rolled back in terror, and without a second thought, he packed up and fled in the middle of the night.
After Pei Yanzhi woke up, he had lost all his memories.
Before him sat a delicate, beautiful boy, blushing as he softly said that he was Pei Yanzhi's boyfriend.
Pei Yanzhi's heart skipped a beat. He believed him without question and followed him home.
Even without his memories, the two of them lived in bliss, until Pei Yanzhi accidentally hit his head.
When he opened his eyes again, his memories had returned, but his little boyfriend was gone.
Bonus scene:
Back in the city, Bian Li hid out at a friend's house to keep his head down.
One day, the doorbell rang. Bian Li opened the door without a thought, only to jump at the sight of the refined, aloof man standing outside.
Bian Li took a moment to recover. Before he could come up with an excuse, the man took out a stack of Bian Li's erotic illustrations posted online and stared at him as he asked:
"A tight black turtleneck, shirt garters, chest harness, arm cuffs, a butler outfit... what else do you want to see? I'll wear it for you."
Bian Li swallowed and, instinctively and pathetically, blurted out: "...Cat ears."
Pei Yanzhi smiled. "All right."
That night, the crisp jingling of a bell filled the room. The boy's pale face was buried in the pillow, crystalline tears still clinging to the corners of his eyes, while black cat ears swayed among his hair with every movement.
Only then did Bian Li realize he'd been tricked by the man.
Ugh, the price of lying was way too high.
Theme: Giving yourself up for art
