Am I Supposed to Be Forced Into This Too?

To everyone reporting this story, you can take a break. It's about to end, and won't be competing on the rankings. Everyone in the Sheng dynasty knew that the Emperor loved his empress deeply. Whether they were attending court or going to bed, the two were always together and couldn't bear to be apart for even a moment. The imperial harem was little more than a formality. One heedless consort tried to climb into the Emperor's bed in the middle of the night and was thrown out of the palace in front of everyone. The next day, she had vanished. As the officials paid their respects in the Golden Throne Hall, one of them dared to sneak a glance. Beneath the sleeves of the imperial couple, he glimpsed the cold glint of silver chains. Everyone said the Emperor loved the Empress so much that there was no room in his eyes for anyone else. But no one ever saw the Emperor's pampered hands shackled to the bedposts in the darkened bedchamber, his wrists swollen and bruised, old and new wounds overlapping across his chest. And the Empress, famed for his virtue and kindness, carefully wiped the blood from his fingertips, then smiled as he applied medicine to the Emperor's wounds. He had just dealt with the consort his husband once favored most, right in front of him. “Your Majesty, I have taken care of the harem for you. What do you have to say?” The Emperor was silent for a long while. His numb voice trembled slightly. “...Thank you, A Yan.” * (Top's point of view) You were transported into the harem-management game you had designed yourself. To return to reality, you had to win over different kinds of consorts, fill the harem, and max out the progress bar representing “harem prosperity.” The Empress, Xiao Yan, had maxed-out stats, an initial affection score of 80, and a one-star difficulty rating. The System told you this was a beginner's bonus. When you took consorts, he smiled warmly and personally handled the arrangements. The progress bar went up. When you ignored him, he brought you warm soup and fussed over you. The progress bar went up again. What a perfect Empress. He never complained or got jealous. He was virtuous and 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 world was nothing more than an NPC you passed on your way home. Still, watching him busily attending to everything, you sometimes thought the game was so well made. Even his eyes looked real. On the day the progress bar reached 99%, he brought you the usual calming herbal soup, and you took it and drank it as usual. “Your Majesty seems especially happy today.” His gentle face gradually blurred. You managed a faint smile, wanting to say something, but your eyelids grew heavy, and endless darkness swallowed your vision. Perhaps this was a sign you were about to leave the game world, you thought. But you soon realized something was wrong. Just before you lost consciousness, his smiling voice rang out. “Is it because the progress bar is almost full?” This story is also known as: 《A Hundred Reasons for a Couple to Fall Out》 《Fighting in Bed, Fighting Some More Afterward》 《The Lovesick Emperor's Days and Nights Under His Yandere's Thumb》 A cynical, cold, self-serving Emperor top × a seemingly magnanimous and virtuous Empress bottom who is actually a ruthless yandere. A product of my dark kinks. Only suitable for readers with no limits and unusual tastes. Comments leaning toward taking sides will be deleted. No dream pairings, reversals, or bashing. The top has a harem, so readers who insist on both leads being pure should avoid this. There is pregnancy, but no childbirth. The bottom suffers in the first half, the top in the second. These lovers hate each other and hurt one another. If you can only see one of them as a person, this isn't for you. Neither of them is human. One-on-one ending, happy ending. The following is a preview of an upcoming story 《The Correct Way to Use a Furnace》 The Xie family, an immortal sect, brought home their seventh young master, who had been living among ordinary people. Seventh Young Master Xie Lanyin had a handsome face and an elegant, refined manner. He looked as pure as an immortal, but in reality he was merely a human furnace kept in the family head's residence. Once he had been used and grown tiresome, he could be thrown away at a whim. - Xie Lanyin had another name: Pig Slave. That was what everyone in the brothel called him, including the family head. Only when the family head called him that did Pig Slave not get angry. How ridiculous. A worthless fish-eye that had rolled out of a filthy pit dared to dream of reaching for a star in the heavens. Just as expected, Pig Slave would not turn back even after hitting a wall. In the end, he became the laughingstock of the immortal sect. - On the day the seventh young master fled, the family head personally descended from the heavens 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. A top-grade human furnace was something everyone wanted to possess and use. 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 isn't a task. It's about truly seeing someone.