Timid, easygoing righteous sect sweetheart VS wicked, wild BKing Demon Lord VS aloof senior sister
I'm the righteous sect leader's most cherished little disciple, and all I want in life is to eat, drink, and sleep.
My senior sect sister can't stand me and is always strict with me.
But I never listen to her. I act obedient to her face, then do the exact opposite behind her back.
Maybe even the Heavenly Dao couldn't stand my behavior, because one day, I woke up from a nap in a secret realm to find I'd switched bodies with the Demon Lord, notorious for spreading wickedness wherever she went.
Everyone says the Demon Lord is cruel, bloodthirsty, and terrifying to look at. But no one knows that this ruler, who always wears a ghost mask and whose fearsome reputation has spread far and wide, is actually a woman disguised as a man.
Looking at the handsome face in the mirror, I had only one thought:
What a waste of such beauty, hidden behind a mask.
I immediately tossed the mask aside. Every day, I bathed in fragrant water, dressed up, and groomed myself, making this peerlessly beautiful demonic body dazzling and breathtaking. In my spare time, I admired flowers in spring and traveled through mountains and rivers in autumn, lying flat and enjoying a carefree life.
I also put laissez-faire governance into practice, bringing order to the chaotic Demon Realm, long plagued by violence and strife, so that everyone could enjoy themselves in peace.
With a clear conscience, I thought she would surely return the favor by keeping to herself and maintaining my image as a righteous sect sweetheart, living up to the painstaking lessons taught by my master and senior sister.
But when we unexpectedly crossed paths, the look in her eyes was as if she wanted to kill me.
I couldn't find a single thing I'd done wrong, so I could only console myself: she isn't one of the righteous, after all. It's only natural that she doesn't know how to repay kindness.
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Thankfully, we switched back eventually.
Though it only happened because she deliberately, accidentally pinned me beneath her and kissed me.
"You dared to ruin my appearance. You must be punished," she said, her voice icy.
Me: Dared to ruin your appearance... Who, me?
Before I could explain, I heard her thunderous declaration:
"Become my Demon Queen. I've been wanting a pet to play with."
W-what? Is that any way to talk?
As it turned out, someone who didn't talk like a person didn't act like one, either.
After enduring so much torment, I escaped back to the Immortal Sect, covered in marks I couldn't hide.
My senior sister, who had always been so strict with me, didn't let me off the hook this time, either.
"I taught you to observe propriety and guard your heart, to remain untainted by worldly filth, and to conduct yourself with integrity. You've forgotten all of it, haven't you?" She spoke each word slowly, her voice low and stern.
I panicked and could only struggle in vain. "Senior Sister, I was wrong. I won't do it again..."
"There won't be a next time."
She cut me off, bound my hands with her life-bound silk ribbon, and imprisoned me in an illusion.
By chance, I ran into the Demon Lord in the illusion. Unfortunately, she and my senior sister started fighting...
*The main story is written in third person.
*Tentatively a 1V2.
Theme: Love is patient and kind.
