Am I Supposed to Be Forced Into This Too?

Everyone in the Sheng Dynasty knows the emperor is deeply in love with his consort. Whether attending court or retiring for the night, they come and go together, never apart for even a moment.

The harem is little more than a formality. Any concubine foolish enough to sneak into the emperor's bedchamber at night is thrown out of the palace in front of everyone, then vanishes the next day.

At court, as the ministers bowed, one of them dared to sneak a glance and glimpsed a flash of silver chains beneath the emperor and consort's sleeves.

Everyone says the emperor loves his consort so much that he can no longer see anyone else.

No one has ever seen the truth: in the dim bedchamber, the emperor's pampered hands are shackled to the bedposts. His wrists are swollen and bruised, and old and new wounds overlap on his chest.

Meanwhile, the consort, famed for his virtue and gentleness, carefully wipes the blood from his fingertips, then smiles as he applies medicine to the emperor.

He had just dealt with the concubine his husband once loved most, right in front of him.

"I have taken care of Your Majesty's harem. What does Your Majesty have to say?"

The emperor remained silent for a long time. At last, his numb voice trembled slightly:

"...Thank you, A Yan."

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(Top's point of view)

You transmigrated into a harem-management game you designed yourself.

To return to reality, you have to win over concubines of different types and fill your harem, maxing out the progress bar representing the "Harem Prosperity" stat.

The consort, Xiao Yan, has maxed-out stats, an initial affection score of 80, and a one-star difficulty rating.

The System told you this was a beginner's perk.

When you took concubines, he smiled and personally arranged everything.

The progress bar went up.

When you neglected him, he brought you warm soup and fussed over you.

The progress bar went up again.

What a perfect imperial consort. He never complained or got jealous. He was virtuous, magnanimous, and put his husband above all else.

Even when you hurt him, lied to him, and betrayed him, he didn't care. Of course, neither did you.

Everyone in the game was nothing more than an NPC you passed on your way home.

Still, watching him scurry about, you sometimes thought the game was really well made. Even his gaze looked so real.

On the day the progress bar reached 99 percent, he brought you a bowl of soothing medicine, as he always did, and you drank it, as you always did.

"Your Majesty seems especially happy today."

His gentle face blurred. You managed a faint smile, wanting to say something, but your eyelids grew heavy, and endless darkness swallowed your vision.

You thought this might be the sign that you were about to leave the game world.

But you soon realized something was wrong.

Just before you lost consciousness, you heard his smiling voice.

"Is it because the progress bar is almost full?"

This novel is also known as:

A Hundred Reasons for a Couple to Fall Out

Fight in Bed, Make Up in Bed

The Nymphomaniac Emperor's Days and Nights Under the Control of a Yandere

World-weary, cold, self-serving emperor top x seemingly magnanimous and virtuous, but actually yandere and vicious imperial consort bottom.

The product of some twisted kinks, suitable only for readers with absolutely no taboos and an unusual appetite. Comments from fans who take sides will be deleted. No dream pairings, switching, or comparisons.

The top has a harem, so readers who insist on chastity should beware.

Pregnancy, but no childbirth.

The bottom is abused in the first half, the top in the second. The couple hurt each other and are both awful people. If you see only one of them as a person, you can leave.

1v1 ending, happy ending.

--Coming-soon blurb--

The Correct Way to Use a Furnace Cauldron

The Xie family of the immortal sect brought back their seventh young master, who had been living among mortals.

Seventh young master Xie Lan Yin had a handsome face and an elegant, refined manner. He looked as pure as an immortal, but in truth, he was merely a furnace cauldron kept by the family head in his household.

Once used, once they tired of playing with him, they could throw him away at will.

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Xie Lan Yin had another name: Pig Slave.

Everyone in the brothel called him that, including the family head.

Only when the family head called him that did Pig Slave not get angry.

How laughable. A piece of fish-eye jade that had rolled through a filthy ditch dared to dream of reaching for the stars above.

As expected, Pig Slave wouldn't turn back even after hitting a wall. In the end, he became the laughingstock of the immortal sect.

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On the day the seventh young master escaped, the family head personally descended to the mortal realm to find him.

Sixteen vicious dogs led the way, their eyes glowing green and saliva dripping as they surrounded the seventh young master on all sides.

No one could resist the desire to possess and use a top-grade furnace cauldron.

The family head spent tens of thousands and advertised far and wide:

"I have a Pig Slave at home. One low-grade spirit stone gets you one use."

Theme: Love is not a task