How to Humiliate the Untouchable Beauty

The senior brother is the bottom. Happy ending. Fang Jin, the new Demon Venerable rumored throughout the three realms to be cold-hearted and utterly wicked, has concealed his identity and is carrying a shabby bundle as he prepares to join Tianyan Sect as an apprentice. In theory, he should have met a master as pure and bright as the moon, then embarked on an earth-shattering, peerlessly beautiful love story. But his real master is an old man with a white beard, while his senior brother is the one reputed to be as graceful and radiant as the moon. Fang Jin sneers coldly. He’s just a hypocrite. Everyone else praises Jiang Mufeng to the skies, but Fang Jin knows he’s rotten to the core. Everyone says the junior brother is humble and agreeable, but only Jiang Mufeng knows he’s a hypocrite. The two can’t stand each other. With a blood feud between them, they spend every day fighting it out with spells, having the time of their lives. Caught embracing in the bathing pool, Fang Jin explains that he simply slipped and fell. Found sneaking into his senior brother’s room and staying the whole night, Fang Jin insists with righteous indignation that he was only looking for a chance to strangle him. The sect members are baffled, then suddenly understand. So that’s what a pure... no, a purely hateful senior-and-junior-brother relationship looks like. Then they exchange knowing looks and say, “Heh heh heh, we get it.” When the two really do announce that they’re going to become cultivation partners, the onlookers, who thought they’d seen through everything, snack on melon seeds as they watch. But then they learn that Fang Jin has revealed his true identity and is surrounding Tianyan Sect with a massive Demon Clan army. They’re so shocked they spill their melon seeds everywhere. What the hell, you really do hate each other! The senior brother, who stood alone to protect the entire sect, is assassinated at the foot of the mountain. The story of his biding his time to avenge himself spreads across the three realms, but where no one can see, the Demon Venerable clutches Jiang Mufeng’s fallen body and tremulously checks for breath with his fingertips. Regret surges over him after his madness, but Jiang Mufeng never opens his eyes again. The Demon Clan suddenly withdraws its troops. In the Demon Realm’s Senluo Hall, crimson gauze curtains billow and fade in the wind. On a black jade bed, Fang Jin holds Jiang Mufeng, his eyes bloodshot. Jiang Mufeng’s jade-white wrist hangs over the edge of the curtain. Kneeling outside the hall, the demon attendants hear “Senior Brother” echo again and again from within, day after day, year after year, but never receive a reply. Low-born Demon Venerable junior brother top VS noble, proud senior brother bottom ·The ending is happy, and everything will be resolved. It opens from the top’s perspective, but overall it’s told from the bottom’s perspective. ·Basically, it’s a story about a somewhat insecure, loyal-dog top who turns dark later on, and a somewhat saintly young master who says one thing but means another. My next story is a youth campus novel: “[Double A] I Mistook My Rival for an Omega Pretending to Be an Alpha, So How Did He End Up Bending Me Over?” The new transfer student in class is handsome but arrogant. He arrives in a luxury car with his hands in his pockets, takes the title of the school’s top Alpha from Lu Yue on his very first day, and casually gives him a taste of defeat. Lu Yue hates pretentious people more than anything and doesn’t put up with them. After clashing a few times, the two become notorious rivals in their grade. Then one day, he accidentally discovers his rival’s secret. * Lu Yue never thought that, in the high-tech twenty-first century, he’d encounter the outdated trope of an Omega pretending to be an Alpha. He props a hand against the doorframe, his eyes full of doubt. “For real? Don’t lie to me.” A crack appears on his rival’s usually expressionless face. His mouth twitches for a moment, then he sighs and admits, “It’s true.” Lu Yue is rather surprised. After hearing his rival haltingly explain the reason, his original disdain turns to sympathy. Who would’ve thought? The wealthy really have it rough. Sigh, capitalism! Sigh, America! Lu Yue is cheerful and kindhearted. He feels deeply for his rival, who’s suffered oppression and endured humiliation, and decides to put their past grievances behind them. His white-knight instincts kick in, and he prepares to protect this little flower. Friend: ...Dude, he’s taller and bigger than you, and he’s an Omega. Are you serious? Lu Yue, speaking with righteous conviction: We’re modern young people. Don’t hold on to stereotypes about Alphas and Omegas! But his rival doesn’t seem to need his protection. In fact, ever since they cleared the air, the other guy has been buying him drinks, bringing him food, copying his homework, and even coming to his rescue when Lu Yue is surrounded by thugs. Lu Yue wipes the blood from the corner of his mouth, smiles, pats the other guy on the shoulder, and says happily, “Bro, that move was so cool!” Then he remembers that Alphas and Omegas shouldn’t touch each other, awkwardly pulls his hand back, and puts some distance between himself and his rival. Unseen by him, a dark look flashes through the other guy’s eyes. Later, the thugs get what they deserve, and Lu Yue is simply happy that justice has been served. Then his rival suddenly confesses his feelings. Lu Yue is startled and stammers, “I-I-I-I can’t accept an Omega taller than me.” His rival looks dejected, while Lu Yue’s heart is in turmoil. Fortunately, Lu Yue is extremely open-minded and knows how to talk himself into things. Once he recognizes his own feelings, he shyly accepts. So what if he’s taller? We’re modern young people. Don’t hold on to stereotypes about Alphas and Omegas! But what does it mean when he grabs my wrist...? What does it mean when he bites my gland...? What does it mean when he picks me up and throws me onto the bed...? Oh my god, you’re an Alpha? Don’t come any closer! After getting thoroughly wrecked, Lu Yue clutches his sore waist and writes through his tears: I guess we still need to respect Alpha-Omega stereotypes to some extent. Theme: Don’t act impulsively