After I Transmigrate into a Book and Become the Dragon-Slaying Hero's Romance Coach

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Duan Guihua transmigrated into a melodramatic romance novel. In the story, he was the unwanted crush the domineering male lead had foolishly flirted with online as a teenager.

Offline, Duan Guihua had a sunny face. Though he was a freshman, he attended the junior-year classes punctually every day, just so he could use his expertise to crush Shen Qian in an extremely difficult major course. Every now and then, his various gorgeous photos set the school forum ablaze.

Shen Qian was bored during the holidays and started an online romance. His boyfriend was a game-playing disaster with a high-pitched, cutesy voice. Shen Qian had only meant to fool around, but unexpectedly fell deeper and deeper. His little boyfriend had an incredible youthful voice and spoke in a sweet, coquettish tone. Everything about him was perfect, except that he refused to meet in person.

Shen Qian stayed moody until the start of term. He looked up and heard a familiar, pleasant voice. "Hello, are you Senior Shen?" He saw a young man with smiling eyes and sweet dimples. Shen Qian's heart raced out of control. "Yes."

Shen Qian rambled on while holding a few photos. "You can't get close to this one. His family works in sales, and he's full of tricks." He glanced over. It was Shen Qian's good buddy. Duan Guihua: "..."

"This one's cold and ruthless, a backstabbing villain who turns on people." Duan Guihua glanced at the picture and found himself looking at the noble, luminous protagonist.

Duan Guihua: "Then who can I be with?"

Shen Qian pulled him close and kissed him hard, his possessiveness on full display. "You can only have me."

[Transmigrated book character with strong domestic-husband vibes x stubborn at first, then falls hard]

My next story is The Straight Guy Forced to Be Doted on by the Heirs of the Elite. It's a bottom-led story. If you don't like it, the one next door is top-led. Feel free to dive into either one.

Song An desperately wanted to give his handsome CEO husband a child. He tried for a long time, but nothing worked. His belly remained flat.

His husband told him not to worry and comforted him, saying it would happen eventually.

Song An thought he would live happily with his husband forever, until one day, while taking a shower, he hit his head on the bathtub.

The moment he hit his head, many memories suddenly came back to him.

1. His full name was Jiang Song'an. This was a book, and men in this world couldn't have children.

2. Jiang Song'an was straight, yet several men had gotten involved with him at once.

3. Run! Don't trust anyone!

That evening, his CEO husband brought over water to wash Jiang Song'an's feet. In the lamplight, the man wore gold-rimmed glasses and gently asked if the water was too hot. Jiang Song'an looked obedient on the outside, while secretly cursing the old man in his heart for stealing his son's crush.

Jiang Song'an decisively fled to another small city to lie low. Before leaving, he made those men pay dearly. What he didn't expect was that every one of them would come looking for him.

"Song'an, come back with me. I can give you everything you want."

One by one, powerful and influential men with wildly different styles emerged from the shadows, their gazes sweeping over Jiang Song'an's beautiful face.

Jiang Song'an smiled and flipped them off. "What I want more is freedom."

With that, he leapt away like a nimble white fish, disappearing from the men's sight.

They all shouted at once, "No!"

Basically, it's a story about a straight guy who transmigrates and then charms a whole crowd of men, in a you-run-and-they-chase-you setup. The bottom stays strong and keeps the top firmly in line.

[Top-led] Title: The Professional Big Shot Personally Goes Out to Find a Sugar Baby

[Third-person narration]

You are unexpectedly chosen by the Quick Transmigration Bureau to play a pretty boy, gold-digger, or live-in son-in-law who lives off the protagonist.

"Listen to us. Bully the protagonist, spend their money, and lie around at home doing nothing. Then you can enjoy the sweetest sugar-baby life in the world."

"And then?"

"Then the protagonist throws you out. You get hit by a car on your way out, poisoned while eating, and your corpse rots and stinks."

You turn and walk away. You've got to be kidding. How can a grown man like you live off someone else?

The System points to a handsome, fair-skinned man with elegant manners. "See him? That's your wife."

You turn right back around and ask earnestly, "When can I start?"

The System: "6."

Some time later, the System asks in a trembling voice, "What do you do for a living?"

You, hopelessly obsessed with your wife's beauty: "I live off my wife."

The System: "9." That left it completely stunned.

[World One: The Mosquito-Blood Stain on the Wall]

You were just an ordinary waiter until a powerful man, Tang Zhouyu, took notice of your face, which bore a slight resemblance to his moonlight. You became his contract husband.

Everyone mocked you as a piece of jewelry that looked expensive but was actually cheap, and said you could never compete with his beloved.

After the wedding, unhappy that Tang Zhouyu had someone in his heart and was always cold toward you, you could only take your revenge in bed, the one place you had any power. You bit down hard on the back of his neck, almost as if venting your anger. "Did he kiss you like this, too?"

"Did he ever come here?"

The portrait Tang Zhouyu had painted of the other man used to hang above the bed. Now this was the territory where you and Tang Zhouyu shared tender moments every night.

You thought Tang Zhouyu would fight back, but instead he gently touched your face, a look of infatuation slowly appearing on his face.

"It's okay. A little harder."

The CEO who was cold toward her husband in public turned into a delicate little wife in private, too.

Some time later, Tang Zhouyu looked at how the company's profits had doubled, then at you, sitting there calmly, and asked in sincere confusion, "Didn't you say you had a weak stomach?"

You'd managed to take on a project this tough. You didn't seem to have a weak stomach.

[World Two: The Illusion of Pheromones]

You were an illegitimate child who couldn't be acknowledged in public, and your family had long since abandoned you. Yet after you came of age, among all the outstanding and handsome Alphas, the pheromones of that refined, elegant heir to an old-money family turned out to be compatible with yours alone.

"Does my big brother know you're this wild?" you grumbled, biting down on the back of his neck slick with sweat. "When are you going to get pregnant?" you complained softly, almost like a spoiled child. "I've been drinking tonic soup for a whole month."

The usually elegant, quiet heir kept his eyes shut and refused to look at you. When you got no answer, you could only keep marking him, never seeing his ears turn bright red in the darkness.

You knew that before long, your rough behavior would make him abort the baby, remove your mark, and throw you out of the wealthy family. He might even get back together with his big brother. The thought of being cuckolded on such a grand scale made you more and more violent, and you couldn't help squeezing the heir's wrist hard enough to leave marks in bed.

He liked gentleness, so you were rough. He liked it slow, so you went fast.

You waited and waited, but the heir never asked for a divorce. Instead, his belly grew bigger by the day.

"My husband gets jealous easily, so I have to keep trying to make him feel more secure." The heir rubbed his swelling belly. A visitor remembered the purplish marks all over the heir and couldn't help asking, "Doesn't he treat you badly?"

Remembering the way her husband had held himself over her the night before, the heir blushed for once. "Actually, I quite like it, too."

With his wife pregnant and the burden on his shoulders growing heavier, you decide to return to the business and make sure your wife and child have a good future.

Some time later, the heir sees that the floors at home have been replaced with gold, then notices the chandelier is made by Swarovski. "..."

You say eagerly, "Come on, come on. You've been standing for so long, you must be tired. Come try the soup I've been cooking for three days and nights."

Reader's notes:

1. Both are each other's first and only, the bottom is a split personality, one-on-one romance, happy ending.

2. There will be some melodramatic scenes along the way. Remember, the author writes pure romance.

3. The setting is fictional and has no connection to reality. Please don't draw parallels with real life.

Theme: Everyone deserves love in their life.