The Vicious Dog Gong Is Bound to His Boss’s Good-Dog System

💙 You Xingye had a perfectly sculpted face and had long held the top spot on the academy’s must-eat list. But he suffered from a deeply inconvenient condition: aversion to intimate contact. He normally found even a touch on the hand so revolting it made him nauseous. Then one morning, he woke up in the dog bed at his nemesis and boss Gong Boushuang’s home, transformed into his German Shepherd. Meanwhile, the real German Shepherd had turned into a System: [Hello, Host! To get your original appearance back, you must complete 99 tasks to please Gong Boushuang within 188 days, okay? QvQ.] A translucent scroll suddenly appeared before You Xingye’s eyes [Be petted, be hugged, be... kissed? Lick his hands, lick his face, lick his... feet?] On the first day of his internship, his icy boss, who had disliked him at first sight, stroked his fluffy face. “Good boy. Sit down.” To get his original skin back, You Xingye gritted his teeth and did everything he could to seduce him, wagging his tail and begging to be petted. He even endured having two furry balls and bells played with. By day, his boss scolded him with a cold expression. At night, he gently held him in the bath, blow-dried his fur, and buried his face in You Xingye’s chest, rubbing against him softly. At work, Gong Boushuang picked on him. At home, he carefully wiped between his paws and kissed his cheeks and ears. “Baby, I love you so much.” Until one day, You Xingye saw his boss, who was always thirty percent aloof and seventy percent distant, reclining on the bed, completely absorbed in pleasuring himself. But Why was the video he was watching... two men?! You Xingye lowered his eyes in bewilderment and glanced at the speck of white that had landed on the tip of his nose. Gong Boushuang was gay! Gong Boushuang had recently found two things utterly bizarre. First, his German Shepherd Potter, whom he’d raised for seven years, had suddenly dashed into an M Bean shop and wolfed down chocolate, nearly dying. Then he’d run headfirst into a pane of glass. When Potter woke up, he was a completely different dog. He wouldn’t eat dog food or sleep in his dog bed, couldn’t understand hand signals, and had started liking fried rice with egg. He loved watching highly rated movies on Douban and could even use the remote to change channels by himself. Most bizarre of all, whenever Gong Boushuang petted him, Potter would stare back with a challenging look. It was a little like that untamable, wild puppy of a subordinate at the office. The second strange thing was that his bottom-ranked subordinate, who had an excellent face but an awful personality and always contradicted him, had suddenly changed. He stopped slacking off and coasting, and his performance shot through the roof. He even had the audacity to flirt with him on purpose. He’d brush Gong Boushuang’s knee under the table during meetings, invite him to the movies after work, cling to him during a nighttime team-building hike while pretending to be afraid of ghosts, and stare at his lips for ages even while drinking juice. Gong Boushuang suspected the subordinate had figured out his sexual orientation, so he confronted him directly “Stop playing these boring games with me. I’m not interested in indulging you. You’re not my type.” You Xingye instantly lost it. “With this face, even straight guys turn a little bi, and gay guys fall to their knees and worship me at first sight. And you’re saying I’m not your type?!” The System contract was complete. Gong Boushuang realized that for those 188 days, the person who’d slept in the same bed with him, bathed with him, and shared his adult videos wasn’t his beloved dog at all. It was the subordinate he’d most wanted to beat up. His vision went black. You Xingye pinned him down on the sofa, lifted his chin, and kissed him deeply. The pet who’d once been fondled and rubbed was now baring his fangs and biting his owner viciously. “Weren’t you the one who said you weren’t interested in me? Who was it that held me every day, kissing and petting me? I don’t have a tail for you to stroke anymore, but I do have something else.” Gong Boushuang: “...!!!” *An aggressive top with a perfectly sculpted face, who flirts with the beauties of the broadcasting and dance departments but is pure-hearted enough to have never watched porn 💙 *A seductive bottom who seems cool, reserved, and above worldly desires, but privately enjoys cigarettes and alcohol and loves watching Empresses in the Palace ❤️ - [Reading guide] 1. Younger top, both are each other’s first and only partners, with an intensely mutual love. The couple stays together, no switching ❤️ 2. Gong Boushuang has a bit of a harem-protagonist vibe. You Xingye is an atypical straight guy who turns himself gay ^_^; 3. The whole story is already drafted, so you can count on me to finish it! Please read it as it comes out instead of waiting for it to pile up. Love you all! 4. Writing is hard. If you enjoy the story, please support the official release. Little Fish bows in thanks ^^ 5. Upcoming from my author page: The Top-Tier Star Transmigrates and the Powerful Man Plays His Makeover Game. It’s my next story, so please add it to your collection ^^ 💚-Upcoming Story Divider-💚 Xie Sizhuo was an actor whose good looks guaranteed success. After sixteen years of struggling through the entertainment industry, he returned as an undisputed top-tier star. At twenty-eight, he won the Golden Curtain Award for his film He Came from an Unknown Era. At a lavish banquet, he ditched everyone and sneaked off to ride the Ferris wheel at an amusement park. In the film, when the male lead reached the top of the Ferris wheel, time and space shifted, and he met the person he most wanted to see. Xie Sizhuo wanted to see again the person who’d fought for him and helped him skip school when they were teenagers, and who’d secretly bought him an ice cream cone even when they couldn’t afford to eat. No miracle happened. Xie Sizhuo took a taxi back to his spacious apartment by the bay. After the facial-recognition system rejected him for the sixth time, the door opened. A handsome man in a partly open black silk robe, his strong chest exposed, frowned slightly. “Who are you?” Xie Sizhuo smiled. Was there really anyone on Earth who didn’t know him? He didn’t stop to wonder why there was a strange man in his home. Instead, he asked politely, “Did your village forget to install internet at your place? Do you know how to use a smartphone?” The man’s gaze was deep as he looked over the tall, slender drunk, then settled on his sharp, beautiful face. He automatically filed him away as one of the people who’d pulled out all the stops to offer himself as a bed-warmer. Right on the mark. “Make me happy tonight, and someone will bring you a script tomorrow.” Xie Sizhuo was tipsy. “I’m very picky about scripts, ” Before he could finish, the man hooked an arm around his waist, pulled him into the room, pinned him against the wall, and leaned in to kiss him. The man’s lips and tongue were hot. Xie Sizhuo’s reactions were slowed by alcohol, and when he lifted his eyes and saw the face he’d missed for hundreds of days and nights, he didn’t push him away. His mind was hazy, but his senses were clear. They spent the night wrapped around each other. The next morning, Xie Sizhuo woke up in a strange room, his whole worldview turned upside down. He was sure it was his neighborhood and his apartment, but the room’s decor, furnishings, and layout had all changed. With the man watching him with an amused smile, Xie Sizhuo took out his phone and called his agent. The number was disconnected. He called his assistant. Disconnected. He called a friend. Disconnected. He called a paparazzo, and this time someone answered. The number he’d saved as “Balding Guy with a Receding Hairline” was answered by a sweet female voice. “Hello, you’ve reached the Mental Health and Rehabilitation Center. We’re happy to assist you.” Very displeased, Xie Sizhuo hung up, opened a search engine, typed in his own name, hit enter, and held the phone out to the man [No results found] Xie Sizhuo: “...!!!” Li Wuwang had never before accepted a gift that showed up at his door. For the first time, he thought he might keep one around for fun. The canary wasn’t interested. He kicked over Li Wuwang’s Italian handmade coffee table, smashed two black-gold glazed tea bowls, then bolted out the door in a panic. The next time they met was at an audition for a low-budget period drama. The gorgeous, aristocratic canary was now a disheveled mess, huddled in a corner with a boxed meal. Li Wuwang remembered him mumbling something about being a top-tier star, an award-winning actor, and nationally famous on the morning after their one-night stand. If I give him what he wants, will the canary walk into my cage willingly? Theme: Love can heal scars; love can make flesh and blood grow anew.