I Wear Eight-Centimeter Stilts to Play the Brooding Male Villain

Qiao Yu transmigrated into an old-school romance novel, becoming a male supporting character with a gloomy, obsessive personality, the complete opposite of his own. To keep from breaking character and being erased by the world's will, Qiao Yu had no choice but to start a life of daily disguises.

First, his height was a huge problem. In the original novel, the character was nearly 1.9 meters tall, with an imposing presence that made him seem 2.8 meters tall. Qiao Yu was only a little over 1.8 meters, so he had custom-made elevator boots with soles a full 8 centimeters thick. The first thing he did every morning was put them on and make himself taller. For those years, he had a harder time of it than the Little Mermaid.

Next, his weight and build didn't match either. Qiao Yu had to stuff several layers of padded clothing into his custom suits, widening his shoulders and thickening his chest until he looked like a broad-shouldered male lead from a Korean drama.

Fortunately, the gloomy supporting character's mansion was so cold and lifeless, like a walk-in freezer, that Qiao Yu didn't end up dying of heatstroke.

Besides his physical makeover, Qiao Yu had to study the original character's perverse, chuunibyou poses and lines in the mirror every day. For example, how to give someone the coldest look, how to smile with three parts mockery and seven parts cruelty, and how to deliver classic lines like, "Woman, you're playing with fire."

Then he'd have to teeter around on stilts, wearing all those "muscles," and go find the novel's heroine, Xu Yuanyuan. After saying his line, he'd have to maintain his "sinister" expression, try not to fall over, and make a dramatic exit.

Day after day, year after year, Qiao Yu felt as if his soul were nearly drained. Then, when the plot reached a pivotal point and the heroine got married, the setup called for the gloomy supporting character to finally give up on her. Being his normal height again and able to walk firmly on the ground nearly brought Qiao Yu to tears.

He swiftly stripped off his custom-made Dark Lord suit and changed into a breezy, smart-casual outfit before heading to the wedding.

His nemesis, another male supporting character from an equally powerful family who was always at odds with him, leaned against a pillar in the corridor with his arms crossed. "Well, well, Young Master Qiao. Have you finally been cured? You finally decided to take off that getup?"

Qiao Yu asked the System, "...Didn't you say that, in their eyes, I already looked like this?"

The System replied, "...I never said that."

Social death didn't even begin to describe how Qiao Yu felt. There was nothing left for him in this world, so he planned an accident to escape this sorrowful place where his dignity had been trampled into the dirt.

The funeral was held hastily.

His nemesis stood before the tombstone for a long time. Then Qiao Yu watched him kneel on one knee and take a pair of elevator boots from a bag he'd brought along. Qiao Yu recognized them instantly. They had accompanied him through countless miserable days and nights.

His nemesis set them alight. He lowered his head, his voice choked with grief. Gone was his usual careless or combative tone. All that remained was pain and despair.

"Qiao Yu... You might as well have stayed crazy... At least then you'd still be alive, still walking around right in front of me..."

"I like you... I like you! Do you hear me? I've liked you for so many years!"

"The first time you strutted around on those stupid stilts, showing off, you lost your balance, fell off, and passed out. I was the one who secretly carried you back, treated your injuries, and stayed up all night watching over you! Why... why were you only ever interested in Xu Yuanyuan? What's so great about her? I brought these elevator boots you love so much to burn for you, and even when you passed out, all you talked about was your shoes!"

"Qiao Yu! You bastard! The first thing I'll do when I die and become a ghost is find you and fuck you! Do you hear me? You can't get away!"

Qiao Yu had been hiding behind a tree, intending only to say goodbye to his past. Now he stood there, dumbfounded. He jumped back in fright and accidentally snapped a dead branch beneath his foot, making a faint crack.

Almost at once, the man at the grave, who had been consumed by grief and anger, jerked his head up.

Qiao Yu met his bloodshot eyes.

Qiao Yu covered his butt. "..." Well, shit.

Big-dog-personality bottom x verbally unrestrained top who puts up with him

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