Mom, I'm a Man Too

*Love triangle: Daddy × Mommy × Son (the son is unrelated by blood to either parent, and he and both parents are reproductively incompatible)

● The son’s perspective:

“Do you really think you and your mother can keep things innocent?!” the great demon snarled at him. “Did she carry you? Did she give birth to you? She only raised you! There are countless cases in this world of humans falling in love with demons, and demons falling in love with humans! What’s so strange about you falling for your mother? You’re not related by blood, and you’re not kin. She just did you the kindness of raising you! You think of yourself as her son and her as your mother, and believe the two of you are completely innocent, but who else would believe that?”

Ji Fuyou froze on the spot, a roar ringing in his ears.

“You mean… me and my mother…”

“Isn’t that what you want? Haven’t you wanted it for ages?” the great demon taunted, pinching his sharp nails together.

“I…”

The great demon pointed a nail at him. “If you keep hesitating, your mother and that consumptive wretch will have a child before long!”

“You mean…” Ji Fuyou finally raised his head. The ancient vicious demon was eerily beautiful, its pair of golden eyes as sharp as nails. “My mother and I… can…”

So it really was possible.

And he couldn’t help thinking of his poor mother, lusted after all day by those flylike men, yet having given her heart to a consumptive wretch and tangled up with him in a relationship neither of them could make sense of.

And her moist, rosy lips.

● Daddy’s perspective:

Yu Jiutan had served the young goddess for centuries. She had left him so ill he was little more than skin and bones, yet thanks to her he had risen to a position of power. They had weathered years of hardship together, standing side by side, until neither could remember who owed what to whom.

So he thought that even with a host of high immortals intent on making connections with Nuwa Mountain trailing after her, he was the one person who was different to her.

Even if the two of them could never be together, they were meant to be bound to each other until death.

They were meant to have no one but each other.

But one day, she returned from her tribulation with a wild wolf who knew nothing at all. She forcibly transformed it into a human, loved it like a son, and kept it by her side at all times.

Then that wolf began calling her Mother, while the way it looked at her grew more and more brazen.

The little whelp still reeks of milk, Yu Jiutan thought scornfully. A creature that eats raw meat and drinks blood, with no idea of its place, dares to set its sights on his mother, his mother who is like crystalline snow atop a mountain peak.

His, beautiful, precious, fragile, romantic young goddess, for whom Yu Jiutan would gladly give everything he had.

A sickly, beautiful minister (Daddy) × a morally fastidious, untouchable beauty (Mommy) × a fierce and greedy great demon who fights for what he wants (Son)

[Please read] BG, with one-on-one pairings at different stages. The heroine may well love both of them later on. I haven’t decided yet, though the author personally leans toward writing a one-on-one romance. Whether it ends up one-on-one or one-on-two will depend on what Ji Qingmiao tells me when the time comes.

1. The so-called “mother-son relationship” means something like, “I found a stray puppy, raised him, and called myself his mommy.” They are not mother and son by blood, nor under any marriage system. They are not actually related as humans at all; theirs is purely a psychological mother-son relationship, one the heroine assigned herself, and the two are reproductively incompatible.

2. There are two male leads, and both have substantial romantic storylines: one is pseudo-taboo, the other an all-consuming tale of love and resentment. The little wolf doesn’t think of Mommy as his mother, but before the tension between them is openly acknowledged, he has no romantic storyline. The early romance focuses on Daddy and Mommy, while the little wolf spends a long time pining in vain and lurking in the shadows. Later, the focus shifts to Mommy and the little wolf.

3. The heroine is the young goddess. She isn’t mentioned in the blurb to keep readers guessing, not because she’s just a camera watching events unfold.

4. The author doesn’t read comments. They might check them in the beginning, but after seeing some negative reviews, they won’t look again. In any case, they’re the sort of author who cares very little about the comments section.

5.!!! The premise may sound shocking, but the author is a devoted romantic. The content will gradually be steered in a more innocent direction, so this is not for readers looking for certain strange kinds of content.

6. Although the heroine is a female ruler, this is not a strong-female-lead story, a matriarchal story, or an empress story. The heroine doesn’t put on airs; she’s a noblewoman, a goddess, with great empathy. The author’s preference is for older women and young men, and they can’t accept younger male partners, so to make the heroine and the little wolf feel like a proper couple, she has a dignified, composed public persona but is girlish in private. So don’t use the real Nuwa as a reference for her. She’s merely a descendant of the Mother Goddess, not the goddess herself. Don’t expect her to be mature and unflappable; she’s simply a young girl with a maternal nature.

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[Coming soon: A Match Made of Gold and Jade] A taboo romance of the same type: a noblewoman with several male suitors, and an ambitious, powerful man who isn’t especially loved by his wife.

The “Jin” in Jin Qiulin’s name comes from the Jin family of Kunlun’s Jade Mountain. The Jin family’s home was once a jade mountain in the Queen Mother of the West’s celestial garden, and every member of the family was a precious mineral from the immortal lands. As the only daughter of the Jin family, Jin Qiulin was born in heaven, raised on nectar and jade dew, and grew up with a mountain of gold and jade behind her.

As the only daughter of such an impossibly noble and wealthy immortal clan, Jin Qiulin had suffered only twice in her life: first, the two cries she let out at birth, and second, the two mouthfuls of cold northwestern wind she choked on during her ascension ceremony.

Later, she decided that marrying down into Youdu belonged on that list too.

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Youdu is a barren place deep in the Demon Abyss, said to be so desolate that not even cockroaches can live there. It is a land of endless strife, where the clans fight among themselves and famous great demons wage bloody battles. But in time, one person subdued them all. The clans of the Demon Abyss call their common ruler the Lord of Youdu.

That man is Hou Hanbei.

With the Green Dragon saber in hand, Hou Hanbei is a tyrant who tramples Xuan Yuan City beneath his feet. Wearing the red flower of a groom, he is an unsmiling iceberg.

Jin Qiulin affectionately calls him “that cold, hard, rotten rock.”

Hou Hanbei is delighted to take it as a term of endearment.

For thousands of years of marriage, they have treated each other with respect and lived in perfect harmony.

In Hou Hanbei’s eyes, theirs is the very picture of a devoted couple.

Until one day, the Yin Jade Seal of Youdu is stolen. To uncover the truth, he takes down the Memory Pearl from the corner of the great hall, where it has sat for thousands of years, used exclusively to record images and sounds.

And suddenly, he sees.

Behind the golden gauze curtains of their bedchamber, his beautiful wife, delicate as a willow and alluring as a flower, is fast asleep.

From beyond the shadow-filled hall, a figure with a tall, bamboo-like build walks in slowly. They enter the bedchamber as if they know the place by heart, draw back the curtains, and dive into the riot of color within.

Then.

His beautiful, pampered wife from a noble family, whom he had gone to such lengths to marry, arches her soft neck back into the covers. Her two beautiful legs kick and flail on either side of that person’s face, while her flowerlike face glistens and she lets out one tender moan after another.

A gorgeous, pampered vase of a woman vs. an unsmiling old iceberg

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