After I Was Forced to Become Everyone’s Favorite

A note for readers considering this story: It has been changed beyond recognition to unlock it, so I don't recommend spending money to read it. It is very unfriendly to new readers. Most of the text has been altered, so I don't recommend starting it. The character designs in the first world are based on the game Lucky Dog 1. Shierluo's design is based on Giulio Di Bondone. I failed to credit this earlier, and I apologize to fans of the game. All proceeds from the full story will be donated to a charity after it is unlocked. Thank you. The pen name has been retired permanently and will not be used again. Goodbye. One-line summary: He used to be gay, but now all he wants is to be straight. Wen Rao transmigrated. Before transmigrating, he was straight. Afterward, he became gay. Although his mind is still as straight as a steel girder, everyone knows he's gay. What happens when everyone knows you're gay? In the modern world, if he openly stares at a girl's long, pale legs on the street, the male lead assumes he's suddenly developed an interest in women's clothing, then buys him a whole wardrobe of it for a cross-dressing roleplay. In the world of cultivation, if he openly gives up secluded meditation to take on a group of female disciples, the male lead assumes he's impatient for success and will stoop to anything. Then he drags him into endless cultivation, forcing him to leech enough experience to ascend, in a mortifying roleplay. Even when he almost does something indescribable with a girl, the furious male lead merely says, "Are you deliberately trying to get back at me because I haven't come to see you lately? Hmph. I admit, you got what you wanted." Then he leaves him waiting as punishment. In short, this is a heartbreaking tragedy in which, whatever a straight man does, gay men see it as [being coy] [asking to be petted]. Also known as: Everyone knows I'm gay, but I'm really straight. What do I do? My transmigration is full of all kinds of humiliating situations. I asked him for a light, and he said I was playing with fire. A hundred humiliating ways to die after offending the author. Content warning: The hero is straight to the core and will never bend. Readers who insist on chaste characters, proceed with caution. You can't expect me to write an emperor with three thousand concubines as a virgin. I really can't do it, Your Majesty. Three-year-old intelligence, six-year-old writing skills, elementary-school harem intrigue, and preschool-level scheming. The author is a late-stage beauty addict. There will occasionally be long descriptions of people's looks to trick you into paying [no!]. Theme: