A Background Character in an Explicit Novel Who Loves to Cook

Lin Xie transmigrated into an explicit novel.

A novel full of depraved masters, highly concentrated smut, and group sex.

The good news: He isn't the master who falls in love after cultivating the Heartless Path.

The bad news: He's the cannon-fodder little disciple who causes his master's cultivation to be destroyed.

His senior brothers chain him up beside them like a dog. They make him watch every time they have sex, forbidding him to die or close his eyes, using him as a disposable prop to spice things up.

He flips to the original novel's ending.

His master comprehends the Dao. With a nine-tailed fox's body, he rebuilds his path to immortality, slaughters his eldest disciple, then cradles his now-foolish youngest disciple and goes to the demon realm to become its king.

Sounds like a perfect ending, right?

Lin Xie turns to the bonus chapter.

After becoming the demon king, his master uses every sex act he ever learned on his little disciple, without missing a single one.

Ten thousand years of erotic debauchery.

The end.

Lin Xie closes the book.

He understands. His master was abused for hundreds of chapters, and after finally turning the tables, he needed someone to pay for it all. The little disciple was right there: an easy target who couldn't fight back and had gone crazy.

So his mission is clear:

Don't let his master lose his cultivation.

Don't let his master fall in love with him.

If both fail, at least keep your distance and find a way to escape. Don't become part of his master's erotic revenge after he turns the tables.

In short, he must never have a relationship with his master that goes beyond teacher and disciple.

But

He's an ordinary mortal without a spiritual root or spiritual bones. How can he change his fate?

Lin Xie thinks it over and decides to start by making a good meal.

Nothing matters more than eating.

·

His master, Youqin Zhaoxiu, reclines on the couch, his long black hair spilling down.

His clothes are loosely fastened, a gold-woven red robe half draped over him.

“Xian'er.” His master calls him by his childhood name, his voice so soft it seems meant to draw him closer, closer still, lest he miss a word of instruction.

His master clearly cultivates the Heartless Path. Yet whenever Lin Xie is summoned, he feels desire drifting through the air.

The less properly his master is dressed, the faster Lin Xie chops the vegetables.

Seeing him like this, his master smiles softly.

Something's wrong. In the original story, his master was cultivating the Heartless Path at this point. He shouldn't be smiling like that.

Unless...

The plot has already begun.

“Run,” his master says, catching him. “Poor thing. Why can't you get away?”

Lin Xie holds out a bowl of freshly cooked mushroom soup. “Master, have some soup before it gets cold and fishy.”

Master: ...

Lin Xie: Dear master, could you at least get dressed first?

·

His master feeds him spiritual liquid by the spoonful to keep him alive.

Lin Xie is very well-behaved while being fed, opening his mouth ever so gently.

Once he has enough strength, he rushes straight to the kitchen.

His senior brothers despise him and avoid him like the plague.

Later, they crawl over to beg him: “Dear junior brother, is there any rice left in the pot?”

Later still, Lin Xie enters the Dao through cooking.

Spiritual energy is drawn to him, and the stove fire obeys him.

His nine-tailed fox master stays by his side, curling his tail around Lin Xie's waist and asking softly, “Want more?”

Lin Xie: ...The pot's about to burn.

·

The nine-tailed fox had found ascension difficult due to his excessive lust. Youqin Zhaoxiu took a different path, cultivating the Heartless Path for hundreds of years, only to fall just before victory.

The one who ruined his cultivation was nothing but an insignificant mortal.

A somewhat handsome one, that's all.

For someone cultivating the Heartless Path to fall in love means destroying the foundations of his cultivation and losing all his power.

He should have killed Lin Xie, cut off every impure thought, and returned to the Great Dao.

But when Lin Xie is in his arms, he's so sweet, his head bowed low.

When Lin Xie smooths his fur, he's so gentle, unhurried.

When Lin Xie avoids him, he's more brazen, but the worst thing he ever says is: “I don't want you.”

Since Lin Xie doesn't want him,

he'll just have to take Lin Xie by force.

Take what Lin Xie has denied him,

and give it back twofold.

Lin Xie's lips are red, and tears stream down his face.

“You've bitten my lips so swollen.”

Youqin Zhaoxiu rests his head on Lin Xie's shoulder, his voice soft.

“Want more?”

Lin Xie doesn't dare say no anymore.

He's afraid other parts might swell up too...

He still couldn't escape this fate.

The next day, Lin Xie gets up and makes soup.

Youqin Zhaoxiu: “You still have the strength?”

Lin Xie: “...The stove shouldn't go to waste.”

·

Ten thousand years of erotic debauchery?

Lin Xie wipes down the stove.

They still have to finish eating first.

Coming soon ◍˃ᵕ˂◍ The Unofficial History of the Emperor

Xiao Ru is a notorious tyrant.

The System sends Xie Sui to reform him, saying that Xie Sui is accepting by nature and is sure to succeed.

The first step in reforming a tyrant: Unite every force that can be united.

The first time, Xie Sui becomes the male empress's personal eunuch.

The male empress falls in love with him, then hates him and kills him.

The second time, Xie Sui becomes the crown prince's bodyguard.

The crown prince falls in love with him, then hates him and kills him.

The System falls silent: ...Forget uniting anyone. Go straight for the tyrant.

So Xie Sui becomes the tyrant's personal court historian.

Then he discovers that the male empress and the crown prince are desperately searching for the dead man. They summon his spirit and use witchcraft, nearly going mad with grief.

But they don't know that the dead man is now standing beside the tyrant, recording his daily activities.

The tyrant Xiao Ru inherited his elder brother's throne, as well as his elder brother's male empress. Rumor has it that he launched a bloody purge for the male empress's sake.

But Xie Sui sees clearly: he's using the male empress as an excuse to kill political enemies and eliminate threats. The male empress is a pretext, and the crown prince is a shield.

This man has a heart black as coal.

Xie Sui has no idea how to reform a tyrant. The System says this is his last life.

Thinking about how he died the first two times, Xie Sui gives up and decides to diligently carry on as a court historian.

Xiao Ru kills someone, and he records it without a tremor in his hand.

Xiao Ru acts out a forced romance with the male empress, and he records it without batting an eye.

Xiao Ru pulls him into his arms, and he keeps writing.

Until Xiao Ru pins him against the desk. His hand trembles as he reaches for his brush, only for something else to be shoved into him.

“Write,” the tyrant growls.

Xie Sui bursts into tears. “There's no ink. How am I supposed to write...?”

He faithfully records every word and deed of Xiao Ru's, even describing what happens in bed without leaving anything out.

But when later generations read it, they dismiss it as unofficial history.

And what about Xiao Ru? Xie Sui seems to have done nothing at all, yet the tyrant becomes a great and enlightened ruler.

The System: No, you don't know.

In a world without you, he becomes obsessed with manipulating people, then eventually toys with the entire dynasty, yet still feels empty inside. So he plans a magnificent funeral, bringing down the entire empire and plunging the realm into a century of chaos, with countless dead and wounded.

Host, you did a great job.

Xie Sui: It was clearly... me being done... very well.

[Future Generations: A Short Scene]

How could such an enlightened emperor be so... in bed?

It must all be unofficial history!

I demand Plato!

*

Xiao Ru once thought that the background eunuch in the empress's palace and the head-bowed bodyguard in the crown prince's palace were rather interesting.

He only looked at them one extra time.

The next day, both the eunuch and the bodyguard were dead.

Xiao Ru thought about it for a moment, then forgot all about it.

Later, a court historian came to serve by Xiao Ru's side. He was meticulous and inflexible.

Xiao Ru kills someone, and Xie Sui records it without a tremor in his hand;

Xiao Ru acts out a devoted romance, and Xie Sui records it without batting an eye;

Xiao Ru keeps this court historian for the night, and Xie Sui records it, still writing.

Xiao Ru grows curious: Just how far can this man go in his records?

In the end, Xie Sui can barely hold his brush, yet he sobs that he has to record everything.

Theme: Fate is made by walking your own path.