Turning a straight man gay: a straight, devoted, clingy puppy of a husband x a cold-faced, cute bottom with intermittent hearing loss
Yu Heng is a fake young master who was kicked out of his home. After his family cut off his funding, he had to fend for himself and work hard to make money. Frail and deaf, the young master works three jobs a day, only to realize he can't even afford his medicine.
When a friend hears about his situation, they find him a part-time modeling gig. Yu Heng happily agrees.
Half an hour later.
Yu Heng stares at the tiny miniskirt in his hands, silent.
"...I need extra pay."
*
A set of photos sets A University's campus Instagram ablaze.
Gu Xuyao has never been interested in these fake-photo influencers, but this time he can't look away.
The person in the photos has no face visible. Long black hair falls over their shoulders, and a pink-and-blue miniskirt barely covers their thighs. Their legs are long, their waist is slim, and they're so beautiful it's impossible to look away.
A familiar figure. A familiar back.
And on their slender waist, the familiar pink mole he has touched countless times.
*
Yu Heng never imagined anyone could be this unlucky.
Getting caught wearing women's clothes might be mortifying, but getting caught wearing them by a childhood friend who loathes him and has long since cut ties? That's an instant death sentence!
There are two things he regrets most in his life.
First, playing Gu Xuyao's "wife" in a childhood game.
Second, getting carried away and writing Gu Xuyao a love letter at a high school summer camp.
And then getting rewarded with, "I don't like guys. Don't disgust me."
His history of secret love instantly became a source of humiliation.
Yu Heng cut off contact on the spot and started taking detours whenever he saw Gu Xuyao.
But now, there's no way around him.
As soon as class ends, Gu Xuyao drags him into a dim stairwell.
The man leisurely admires his "debut photo collection." Yu Heng gives him a cold look. "Gu Jiuri, what are you going crazy about now?"
Gu Xuyao slowly takes a hearing aid from his pocket and puts it on him, then leans closer, as if afraid Yu Heng won't hear him.
"If you're going to dress up for everyone, you might as well dress up for me alone."
"After all, Yu Heng, you wouldn't want people to find out that the young master of the Yu family... dresses this slutty in private, would you?"
*
Yu Heng gets a new part-time job: pretending to be Gu Xuyao's girlfriend under contract.
With a long wig and floral dress, he looks pretty, innocent, and obedient, helping Gu Xuyao flaunt their "relationship" on Instagram.
His nemesis has become his client, so Yu Heng is half-hearted about posing and taking pictures.
Gu Xuyao pinches the thin layer of skin at his waist. "Have you lost weight again? Haven't you been eating properly?"
Yu Heng looks up at him. "Are we done? I'm leaving."
"Where are you going? Don't forget your role. Come eat with me."
Yu Heng pretends to be Gu Xuyao's girlfriend for three months.
When the contract ends, Gu Xuyao hugs Yu Heng and mumbles, "Hengbao, why couldn't you just be a girl?"
Yu Heng runs away that very night. Just as he's about to find a guy and start a new life, the next morning he finds a familiar figure crouching outside his door.
The straight Mr. Gu is slumped over, his dark circles thicker than a panda's. He barges inside and nuzzles Yu Heng's shoulder like a dog, his voice muffled.
"Wifey, sweetheart, you can't do this to me! Things were going so well. How can you abandon me?"
*Updated January 15, 2026. A straight, clueless beagle who doesn't know he's in love x a cool, beautiful, tragic kitten.
*There's a misunderstanding early on. The seme is straight, but doesn't know the love letter was written by the uke.
*Important: The seme dotes on the uke, the seme dotes on the uke, the seme dotes on the uke! A sweet story about turning a straight man gay.
*As usual, the uke is in poor health and a little frail (please forgive my personal preference).
*The whole story is already written and being saved up for release.
Theme: Don't talk big too soon, or you'll get a face-slapping
