Playing Both the Noble Academy’s F4 and the Commoner School Belle

Ji Mingyi had enjoyed eighteen years of smooth sailing when he discovered he was the vicious male side character in a harem novel called The Academy’s Beloved Is Everyone’s Moonlight.

As one of the F4, he came from a noble family but had a rotten personality: selfish, spoiled, and fond of tormenting others.

Because the poor but gifted school beauty looked eighty percent like him, he thought she was an insult to his identity and led the way in making her life miserable.

System: During this process, your three best friends in the F1–F3, your knight attendants, and you yourself will all fall in love with the heroine.

Ji Mingyi: ?

System: But the heroine… is actually your long-lost twin sister!

Ji Mingyi: Huh??

System: Here’s the problem. We can’t find a Host who’s eighty percent as beautiful as you, so could you play the school beauty heroine yourself?

Ji Mingyi: ? You mean I have to dress up as a girl? Then order other people to bully me?

System: I can grant you any wish.

Ji Mingyi: …Deal.

Ji Mingyi, the heartthrob of Saint Carolen Academy, was spoiled by his older brother, adored by three young masters who’d been his childhood friends, and surrounded by the mad dogs he kept as pets. He was arrogant and tyrannical, the nightmare of every student.

That was what he thought, anyway.

But the hottest hidden section on the academy forum was called “The Young Lady’s Dogs.”

Inside, people described their dark desires for him with obsessive devotion.

[The young lady smells so good. She’s practically an Omega in heat. I want to kneel down and lick her…]

[The young lady nearly slapped me today. My roommate blocked her with his face. What a bitch! A beast!]

[Serious discussion: Is the young lady really the shared wife of those three rich heirs?]

[I heard you can hand-wash the young lady’s clothes if you get into the knight order. Is that true?]

He was too proud to ever notice the burning gazes behind him, or the twisted love the people around him hid beneath friendship, family affection, and even hostility.

Until he put on a pure white dress and transferred to the school as a “girl” who looked exactly like Ji Mingyi, stirring up a storm of unprecedented proportions across the entire academy.

To complete her mission, the “school beauty” must collect [Wealth Points] and [Affection Points].

F1, his best friend since childhood, who’d shared a bed with him, simply tossed “her” a black card.

The price was having to listen to him confess his love whenever he felt like it. Yet every lovesick declaration ended with, “…Mingyi, I love you so much.”

His rival, the aloof, show-off student council president, gave “her” a check and a boy’s uniform.

“Put this on, then smile at me. Never mind, just sit there.”

His adoptive older brother, the CEO of the Ji Group, signed a contract with “her” to keep her as his canary.

But during their date, he smiled and asked, “Mingyi, how much longer are you going to play this game with your big brother?”

Reader’s guide:

1. Handsome gong, beautiful shou. All gongs are completely faithful in body and heart, and know that the “school beauty” is the shou in disguise before their relationships develop.

2. Set in a fictional world. This is a pure wish-fulfillment novel with over-the-top romance, so please don’t compare it to real life.

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The Beautiful NPC Awakens in a Restricted Game

Yu Ling is an ordinary researcher in District 16 of the Future City, spending his days in a lab coat surrounded by biological agents.

He’s aloof and rarely interacts with people, yet his unusual silver hair and outrageously beautiful looks make him a target of gossip and speculation about his private life.

In reality, he leads a routine life, going between two places. The only strange things are the unexplained red marks that sometimes appear on his body, and how his lips grow even more alluringly red.

His doctor says he has sleepwalking disorder and recommends increasing his medication at night.

Then one day, he finds a pair of glasses. When he puts them on, the world changes completely.

A number appears on his wrist: No. 00.

A long string of text appears above his head: [White Stocking Sailor Uniform mod] [Vacuum Nun Habit mod] [Fake Pregnancy and Childbirth mod]…

Comments keep appearing before his eyes: [Why did she suddenly stop walking? Is she secretly clenching? Bad girl.]

[Don’t say that about my mom. She just didn’t get enough to eat in yesterday’s instance. The top-ranked player sure drank his fill, though.]

[Little Ling doesn’t even know what’s going on. He’s just a clueless, emotionless little beaker.]

Yu Ling’s gaze shifted to the beaker on the lab bench. What did that mean? Were they talking about him?

That was when he learned the world he lived in was just a game, and he was its most popular NPC.

Players called him “Moon God,” “Little Saintess,” “Only Beloved Moonlight,” and “Cup.”

On those nights he couldn’t remember, people paid enough to buy an island to take him into an instance. As a healing NPC, he provided everyone with holy water and sometimes served as a vessel.

Now he had the option to retain his memories, and had learned of his unique ability: through physical intimacy, he could copy an instance Boss’s code and use it as his own.

Yu Ling made a decision. He would escape, and reclaim the world that belonged to him.

In the next instance, high-level players were stunned to find that Yu Ling remembered their faces. He began to smile gently at them and tug at their clothes, saying, “Let’s go together, big brother.”

More and more people went mad for him, fighting each other to the death. Strange things began happening in the game one after another, and even affected the real world.

No one knew that before each instance ended, the beauty would sneak into the monsters’ lair, wrap his snowy white arms around a fearsome evil god, and speak in a voice full of tenderness.

“Don’t be afraid. Merge into my body, and together we’ll attain eternal life.”

Theme: See the world from a different identity.