An Upright Sect, but Warming the Demon Lord's Bed

#Falling for My Senior Brother Is Obviously His Fault#

A cool, aloof, yet adorable bottom VS a peach-blossom-faced, shamelessly forward top

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There were two people Song Qingyu hated most in his life.

One was his seemingly kind junior brother, Mo Xianqing, who had secretly poisoned him to death.

The other was himself.

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Song Qingyu, who prided himself on belonging to a distinguished and righteous sect, died at the hands of his former comrades, all in the name of vanquishing evil and defending the righteous path.

After being reborn, he found himself in the body of one of Mo Xianqing's personal attendants.

This attendant was no ordinary servant. He had exactly the same face Song Qingyu had in his previous life. Though low in status, he was the sole object of Mo Xianqing's affection.

When night fell, Song Qingyu was truly trapped between the sheets, in that small space, when he heard Mo Xianqing call to him tenderly, "Qingyu."

Song, eyes wide, Qing, incredulous, Yu: What?!

Even after dying, he still couldn't be left in peace? Disgusting!

But as a man living under someone else's roof, he could only kick and punch his way through it... and accept his fate with a smile.

Life at Mo Xianqing's side was naturally no picnic. He had to be cautious as he played his own double, and he even had to warm Mo Xianqing's bed?!

Who was Song Qingyu? A cultivator of pure and lofty virtue. How could he do something so filthy?

Especially when the man before him was the one who had shattered his immortal body and destroyed his Daoist bones in his previous life, turning him overnight from the pride of the heavens into a demon and a member of a heretical cult, despised by all.

But he had become addicted. This body felt unwell every night, and he had no choice but to sink into it.

At last, through countless nights of passion and moments of clarity, Song Qingyu revealed his true feelings.

"Mo Xianqing, if I could, I really would want to hate you for the rest of my life."

"Instead of being too afraid to love you anymore, like I am now."

Mo Xianqing only smiled.

"Song Qingyu, let's see how long you'll keep playing this game of being a substitute, and when you'll finally remember me."

--2026.5.21

Reading Guide:

[Members of distinguished righteous sects aren't necessarily righteous, and the Demon Lord isn't necessarily a Demon Lord. Judge for yourself.]

[Enjoy reading.]

Theme: Everything you encounter is something you gain