After I Offered Myself to the Obsessive New Emperor by Mistake

[Two-faced, controlling, possessive yandere x lowborn, beautiful, pitiful girl]

Ming Lian was a lowborn slave who hit the jackpot when she was sold to a kind, gentle young master.

The young master was fair-skinned and beautiful, with elegant bearing and the appearance of peach blossoms. His smiling glances seemed like a bright, moonlit radiance illuminating a deep, ink-black night.

He rode in a fine, red-wheeled carriage, surrounded by many attendants, and was clearly no ordinary person.

Ming Lian had heard that he took her in because she looked pitiful, and he felt sorry for her and couldn't bear to see her suffer.

The young master truly was a benevolent man, like a god.

That was what Ming Lian thought before she entered his chambers.

She was delicate and weak, unable to carry or lift anything. Her only asset was her lovely face, so she became one of the people who served the young master.

That night, the young master looked at her. His handsome face was blurred by the candlelight, and his eyes held pity. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

Ming Lian lowered her fragile neck and replied in a nervous whisper, "You saved me, Young Master. I have no way to repay you..."

The pity in his eyes deepened.

He sighed softly, a trace of something sickly showing through.

*

Only after she began serving the young master did Ming Lian realize that the pity in his eyes wasn't some clumsy act of compassion for a slave like her. It was a warning to her, for recklessly walking right into his grasp.

Si Zhao was a complete lunatic. From the moment she became his, he watched her every move. From head to toe, every strand of hair and every scent on her body was under his control.

*

Si Zhao's gentle, pitying benevolence was a lie. He was ruthless and strategic, steadily expanding his power with the ambition of a wolf. In the end, taking the throne as ruler of the world was within his grasp.

Ming Lian could no longer endure Si Zhao's sick, frenzied possessiveness. She thought that once the young master became ruler of the world, he would have no shortage of people to serve him, and even a lowly slave like her could leave.

Over the years, Ming Lian had gained a great deal, including several ways to secure her future. Leaving the young master now seemed the best choice.

But she never expected that on the day Si Zhao ascended the throne as ruler of the world, he would turn aside and personally drag her back as she tried to slip away.

The thunder of hoofbeats roared like a storm. Elite soldiers surrounded the area, and the towering, handsome man blocked Ming Lian's path.

He said nothing, simply pulling her onto his horse.

"…"

The new ruler's enthronement ceremony caused an uproar. As Si Zhao unhurriedly climbed the vermilion palace steps, he was carrying a woman in his arms.

Her face was hidden by his luxurious, wide-sleeved robe. The new ruler, Si Zhao, held her protectively, his steps steady. But the hot breaths by her ear carried a trembling, frenzied obsession.

You are the blood flowing through my cold body. I cannot bear to let you go.

#One-on-one, both leads are each other's first, happy ending

####Upcoming story, "My Stepsister Is a Cross-Dressing Jellyfish Monster":

On the day of her coming-of-age ceremony, Illyria remembered that she was the villainess in an otome game.

She was the heroine's stepsister, a weak, scheming green tea girl who envied and targeted the heroine. After a series of self-destructive acts, she would be executed by the prince, one of the heroine's suitors.

To stay alive, Illyria began trying to get along with her stepsister.

When her sister's dress didn't fit, Illyria took her measurements herself and was more attentive than anyone.

When her sister first entered the Imperial Capital's Magic Academy, Illyria stayed by her side and defended her at every turn.

When her sister fell ill with a high fever, Illyria cared for her devotedly, never leaving her side.

That wasn't all. To deepen their sisterly bond, Illyria would carry a pillow into her sister's bedroom every night.

She would tug at her sister's sleeve with a vulnerable, pleading look, begging to sleep together and nestling into her sister's cool embrace.

Sure enough, Illyria and the heroine, her stepsister, grew closer and closer.

Now all she had to do was wait for the heroine to get together with her chosen love interest.

When that happened, the game would end, and she wouldn't have to worry about the force of the plot anymore.

But Illyria packed her bags and waited and waited, yet no news came of her sister falling in love.

One more night, as she lay cuddled up with her sister, Illyria anxiously asked whether she had someone she was in love with.

Her stepsister's gaze darkened as she lifted Illyria's chin.

Cold lips pressed against hers, and Illyria's eyes flew open in shock.

"You're so slow on the uptake."

"I do this to you every night, and you still haven't noticed." Her stepsister's voice was hoarse. The outline of a man's face appeared, while moist jellyfish tentacles climbed up and curled around her.

Illyria fainted in terror. When she opened her eyes, she found herself still in her stepsister's arms, and fainted again.

It's over!

This isn't a dream!

She's supposed to be the heroine, so how did she turn into a jellyfish monster?!

#Nonhuman love interest

#Male lead disguises himself as a woman

#Western fantasy

#The monster and human are not blood-related

Theme: They redeem each other through love and become better people