The Dragon-Protagonist Once Bore a Child for the Villain

Chu Zhao had a gentle, sweet-natured husband.

His husband was mild-mannered and considerate. Every night when Chu Zhao came home, he would massage his shoulders, do the laundry, cook for him, and even prepare for their marital relations in advance, keeping him entangled in passion night after night.

They loved each other deeply and had spent ten years supporting one another. They had even raised a chubby little child with rosy cheeks.

Then, one day, Chu Zhao awakened to the truth: he was living in a power-fantasy novel, and he was the villainous Demon Lord whom everyone wanted dead.

And the virtuous husband by his side was his mortal enemy, the chosen protagonist favored by Heaven itself.

Ten years of love had been nothing but an illusion born of lost memories.

Chu Zhao gazed at the man leaning against him with a tender smile, and at the little one clinging to his neck, lost in thought.

That’s right. He and his nemesis had a child.

Chu Zhao: ^_^

Now that we’ve got a wife, a kid, and a warm bed, is it too late to ask for a divorce?

Unfortunately, Chu Zhao never got the chance to ask for a divorce. All he got was the protagonist abandoning his husband and child.

Overnight, his gentle, virtuous husband turned back into Heaven’s favored son. He swept away without sparing Chu Zhao so much as a glance.

To keep his own child from starving to death, Chu Zhao had no choice but to set out in search of his husband, taking along the little one who was crying his heart out from hunger.

After a long, rough journey, Chu Zhao finally managed to sneak in beside the protagonist with the child. But before he could even get his footing, someone exposed him in front of everyone.

The members of the immortal sect panicked. “Chu Zhao? What’s this demon doing here?!”

Killing intent filled the hall. The protagonist sat alone in the seat of honor, looking down at him with an odd expression.

“Demon, what exactly do you want?”

Silence fell over the hall as hundreds of eyes turned toward Chu Zhao.

He picked up the little one and looked up earnestly. “I want you to feed him.”

Reading notes: 1v1, both leads are each other’s first and only, happy ending. Leans toward mature content, so read at your own discretion.

A sometimes serious, sometimes unserious villainous top × a homemaker-type, power-fantasy protagonist bottom

Upcoming novel: I Haven’t Been a Tyrant in Years

In my previous life, I was a tyrant infamous for all the wrong reasons.

As for my teacher... Never mind. I don’t feel like praising him.

As the history books put it:

He was noble and high-minded, while I was unruly and worthless.

He poured his heart and soul into his work, while I squandered everything.

He was erudite, while I was nothing but a vulgar commoner.

So what if I’m a commoner? There’s nothing wrong with that.

I propped my chin on my hand, remembering how my teacher had looked when I was still a baby: lean and upright, like a bamboo or a cypress.

Then I thought about why I’d hated him so much all these years. He’d wronged me in three ways.

He taught me how to govern, yet was always fond of striking me with a disciplinary cane.

That was the first.

He once declared to my father, the late emperor, right in front of me: “This child is unfit to rule.”

That was the second.

Though gravely ill, he helped another man raise an army against me.

That was the third.

Before he died, I asked my teacher why he had never liked me.

His lips were deathly pale as he replied, “Your Majesty is cruel by nature. The realm will never know peace.”

I was so angry I nearly spat blood.

From that day on, I secretly swore to start keeping score.

After I was reborn, I decided I wouldn’t be a tyrant anymore.

I would be kind to the people of the realm, and cruel only to my teacher.

So I had him locked away in a jade tower, chains wrapped around him, his blue robe fallen to the floor.

I destroyed everything he had hoped for: that was revenge number one.

I ruined his chastity: that was revenge number two.

I besmirched his good name: that was revenge number three.

Hadn’t he said I could never be an enlightened ruler?

Then I would be the only tyrant beneath his blue robes.

■ A melodramatic misunderstanding plot

Also known as: Get Me Up! I Can Still Be a Tyrant!

A somewhat thug-like tyrant top × a noble, high-minded minister bottom

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