I Was a Eunuch, Yet I Made the Great General the Bottom

*A little eunuch on the road to becoming a ruthless emperor, and his romance with a stern, wickedly alluring general. (Then he tops him, hard!!!)

*Handsome 1, gorgeous 0.

*Third-person perspective, with shifting viewpoints.

A true eunuch gong who starts out innocent, then turns wicked: gentle, virtuous, and possessive, a younger man

VS

An irresistible, experienced-in-love, beautiful, strong, tragic, stubborn, slyly wicked general shou who looks proper on the outside but is debauched within

The great fire when I was ten burned away my past.

I carried the sin and pain of a city consumed in flames, and entered the palace after being castrated.

From then on, the imperial palace gained a eunuch who kept his head bowed and eyes lowered, while a blade tempered with hatred was buried before the dragon throne.

My master's wronged soul watches from the underworld, and my blade will eventually be turned toward the Son of Heaven in the imperial court.

Before that fateful day arrived, I saw the general three times.

The third time was at the victory banquet half a year ago.

The general had routed the Western Rong, yet declined the emperor's offer to make him a marquis with ten thousand households.

As a servant temporarily assigned to sweep, I carried the last jar of "The Son of Heaven's Smile" and glimpsed him leaving his seat to sober up in a corner of the hall.

He wore no armor in the dim light. His ceremonial robes were perfectly neat, and only a hint of warmth colored his face.

Hidden behind a pillar, I saw him standing beneath the moon with his hands behind his back. The hot summer breeze could not soften him in the least. His back was straight as a drawn sword, standing alone beneath a sky full of stars.

The second time was in the bitter winter of the third year of the Zhuoxing era.

A blizzard sealed off the city, and the war situation was dire. I had just entered the palace to clear the snow and was nearly frozen stiff in the bitter cold.

At the critical moment, the general strode through the snow to meet the emperor, wearing bloodstained heavy iron cavalry armor. The emperor came out of the hall himself to greet him.

After he left, I went to clear the path. A few dark red spots stood out against the white snow... drops of blood, long since frozen into ice, winding along the trail he'd taken. They were like red plum blossoms suddenly blooming in the bitter winter snow, heartbreakingly beautiful and resolute.

The first time was an imprint burned into my soul.

The heat of boundless flames, the silhouette of a white horse breaking through the smoke, and the shuddering thrill of being dragged back to the world of the living from the edge of destruction.

It was not a clear memory. It was the beginning of my rebirth and the end of my destruction.

I thought the general and I were like dust and the moon, worlds apart. It was already a blessing just to gaze at him from afar.

But fate had other plans. The emperor issued an edict and bestowed a box of healing salve. Beneath the ointment, invisible shackles lay in wait, binding the general and me together with no escape.

That day, the general parted his lips. His mouth curled at the corners, and his voice was husky, scorched by desire. Yet he forced out a twisted gentleness, like iron scraping against iron:

"Do you know how to serve someone?"

Did I... know how to serve someone?

It was all like a nightmare.

My movements were mechanical, my reactions dull. Only that all-consuming heat was real, scorching my soul into a cower, just like the fire that burned everything away all those years ago.

Afterward, fate took another turn, and the general and I made a pact for the new moon.

The new moon is the first day of each month, when the night sky is pitch-black and the moonlight is gone.

Yet on these moonless nights, I could meet the moon in my heart as promised, once pure and bright, now stained with complicated hues.

Until the day I suddenly awoke to the truth in those words:

The bright moon hangs high above, shining on more than just one person.

I was merely one shadow among those the moon was meant to illuminate on earth.

Though I knew its pure light fell upon all, belonging to no one,

I still couldn't help but think of it, dream of it,

and long to hold the moon close and claim its light for myself.

*HE, HE, HE (important things are said three times~)

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[Warnings]

1. A stand-in misunderstanding trope similar to "Wanwan is a stand-in for the beloved." The shou has a past relationship before meeting the gong, which causes conflict between the two. (It is moonlit literary romance, so it'll get tangled up like twisted dough! But the ending is HE, trust me~)

2. The gong is a true eunuch, starting from the bottom and growing over time. He starts out innocent and turns wicked, but he's definitely the gong. No false advertising.

3. Sex first, love later. The first sexual experience for both leads is with each other. (The gong is into men, for sure; the shou is an evil dahlia, probably (looks away).)

Theme: How can I make the high-hanging moon shine on me?