After the Casanova’s Luck Ran Out

[Third-person narration]

I used to be a player, and now I've been caught.

To escape the romantic debts I'd racked up, I fled overnight back to the immortal sect I'd deserted a hundred years ago, disguising myself as an utterly ordinary junior disciple.

-If only my former master, the Sword Venerable, hadn't taken a liking to me all over again.

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My admirers include, but are not limited to:

My gentle yet indifferent Sword Venerable master / my aloof, high-minded senior brother / my flirtatious, doting player of a second senior brother / a younger dog-like Demon King... and more.

-They're all coming after me.

I think this is a serious problem.

The hand holding my cigarette is trembling.jpg

*The heroine is a heartthrob player, and a scumbag.

*The love-interest stock-picking branch is open-ended. Anything could happen!

*A wish-fulfillment romance written with abandon, featuring a pretty wild premise.

*Just for fun. Updates are at my discretion, but I won't disappear!

Theme: Turn back before it's too late (?)