I'm Just This Beautiful [Quick Transmigration]

[Not abandoned. I'll finish it someday, I promise.]

[Recommended: start with the second world.]

A gorgeous, shameless yet cowardly bottom * a twisted, terrifying, obsessive top

Yang Xi is beautiful, and he knows it.

He was born wild and loved flirting around. Relying on his pretty face, he broke more hearts than anyone could count.

Then Yang Xi was stabbed to death in the street by a suitor who had turned evil.

The System said: Hello. According to our assessment, your morality score is below zero.

Yang Xi: I figured.

The System said: As punishment, you must travel to various worlds to collect affection points. You can escape your predicament only by achieving a happy ending.

Yang Xi: Piece of cake.

The System said: We accept no responsibility if any NPCs turn evil along the way.

Yang Xi: ...

A touch of Lovecraftian elements, one-on-one, happy ending. The protagonist is an adult, and there are no blood relations between anyone. Just some indulgent fun.

[My other book: Parasitic Relationship [Infinite Flow]]

A perverse control freak of a top * a mad, black-haired beauty of a bottom

Wei Qing firmly believes he has a boyfriend.

His boyfriend is tall, handsome, and comes from a good family. Most importantly, they've been in love for years and are about to get married.

But everyone around him thinks he has a severe delusional disorder.

--Later, his boyfriend died in a car accident.

To bring him back, Wei Qing found the "passage" that only the dead could walk through.

As the first human to ask to enter, he was granted a power by the gods: immortality. Its side effect is that he is extraordinarily attractive to others, far more than is normal.

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Late at night, a young woman carefully opened the door and saw the handsome young man traveling with them standing by the window.

"Hey, it's dangerous outside. Hurry..." She stopped halfway through.

The young man was tilting his head, speaking quietly to someone.

His eyelashes drooped slightly, his thick black hair obscured his neck, and one bare, pale ankle showed in the air. His whole being carried a faint, bone-deep air of submission.

"Who... who are you talking to?"

The young man turned around, looking a little confused. "Can't you see him?"

"Who?"

"My boyfriend."

The woman paused, then tried looking again.

But no matter how hard she peered, there was no one there.

[It's said that the double-banded fluke, which parasitizes a snail's tentacles, can control its host's will and make it defy its natural instincts. It struggles up to the highest vegetation, enduring every hardship, so a bird will eat it and the fluke can reproduce.]

Theme: No matter how many storms life brings, let your years remain untarnished.