Whose Baby Is the Most Popular Me Carrying?

After actor Nan Yu went wild in three cultivation worlds during his quick transmigration missions, all he wanted in the fourth world was to cultivate in peace. Who knew the damn heavens wouldn't grant his wish? His newly taken disciple is a sweet-looking black-hearted schemer. Disciple: Master, besides teaching me to use a sword, can you teach me what love is? The Dragon God, whose body he possessed in the previous world: Dragon God: You can have my body. I'll give you my heart too. How about it? The Demon Venerable, whom he left utterly confused by playing both sides in the world before that: Demon Venerable: You're both my white moonlight and my cinnabar mole. Care to explain? And the Demon King from the world before that, who loved playing at raising an adopted son: The Demon King opened his arms: Nannan, don't be scared. Come to Father. Nan Yu took a step back. With wolves in front and tigers behind, and nowhere to turn, he was forced to play the field. Then he discovered... Being a player was great. He happily juggled four men, and four times the fun was beyond imagination. Then one day, just as he was about to take a grape from a beauty's lips, he turned around, braced himself against the table, and retched. That's when he realized he was pregnant with... a ball? Who did this! 1. Bottom-focused, universally adored, and an endless battle for one person's heart. 2. Fake pregnancy, split-up top, ridiculous and thrilling. Upcoming universally adored story: His Majesty, Trapped in a Love Rivals' Showdown Every Day, Is Exhausted I lived to eighteen before realizing I was a tyrant in a melodramatic novel. In the story, I was debauched and immoral, and forced the beautiful prime minister into a coercive romance. I was thrilled. I'd coveted the prime minister for ages. I drugged the prime minister with aphrodisiac incense, but accidentally climbed into the regent's bed. The neighboring kingdom's prince rescued me from the dark little room, only for me to discover that this archenemy also coveted my imperial bed. I sought help from the prime minister, only to find that he wouldn't help me either. Instead, he threw himself into the love rivals' showdown, making a plot that was already a mess spiral even further out of control... Facing three men who were all eyeing me hungrily, I panicked. Wait, I, I am a tyrant! How can a tyrant be the bottom? Wouldn't that harm my imperial health? · Theme: Let your imagination run free and fulfill a magnificent fantasy in this vast world. Stay positive and optimistic, and face every hardship with the resilience and strength of a protagonist.