If I Don't Win Myself Over, I'll Die

[Launching in 2027]

The tyrant Rong Heng was reborn.

But not in his own body. He became a beauty about to be sent to his own bed.

No one knew Rong Heng better than Rong Heng himself.

He was neither interested in men nor women, the perfect choice for the merciless Dao in any story.

If he was sent there this time, he was as good as dead!

But it was already too late.

By the time Rong Heng woke up, the drug had left him unable to even lift a finger.

When he realized he was the beauty being sent to the tyrant, the tyrant, who was none other than his own self, was already standing before him.

The tyrant stared at Rong Heng, who looked almost exactly like him, his face dark with anger. He ordered the minister who had sent the beauty to be dragged out and beaten.

Then he turned to Rong Heng. Just as Rong Heng thought he was about to be killed, the tyrant asked:

"What's your name?"

Rong Heng had a sudden idea and split the character Heng in his name in two.

"Wang Bu Xing."

After that, Rong Heng stayed by his own side under the name Wang Bu Xing, diligently currying favor with himself, terrified that one wrong move would get him killed.

Who could have guessed that, as he kept trying to please him, Rong Heng would watch helplessly as his tyrant self pinned him to the bed?

"Your name isn't really Wang Bu Xing."

"You're me, aren't you?"

The tyrant had recognized Rong Heng as himself long ago.

Even knowing the truth, he couldn't stop himself from falling in love with the version of himself who had appeared before him.

Reading notes:

Selfcest, one-on-one. If that's not your thing, please steer clear.

I know the name I gave the love interest is really silly, but I'm being deliberately absurd.

Theme: Learn to mend your ways.