The Demon King Bumped His Head

Zhang Huai was an ordinary wage slave until one day, the title of "Demon King" landed on his head like a bolt from the blue. It wasn't that a throne had suddenly come up for inheritance in his family. He was just a fake, a shoddy substitute brought in at the last minute. Zhang Huai, who had lived under socialism all his life, was so scared he burst into tears. The monsters claiming to be his subordinates came to see him one after another. Not only were they not grotesque, they were each attractive in their own way. Meanwhile, he nervously wondered how he could keep himself alive. Zhang Huai figured that if he'd done something wrong, the law would punish him. Not send him home to open the door and find a pitch-black dragon in his living room, or have someone chime in to ask if he was the "little fox spirit" someone was cursing at. And certainly not make him meet someone with a genuine pair of horns growing out of their head... He didn't know anything. All he could do was tell them through his tears, "I hit my head and messed up my brain." Oh, the Demon King has brain damage. Who knows what kind of script he's following? It's annoying to have forgotten everything, but doesn't that make it easier to do all sorts of other things? So silly, so clueless, so cute. Even with a few screws loose, he's still such a menace. I love him no matter what he looks like. Then let's lick him once, to start. (This story will be going VIP on January 30! There'll be a 10,000-word update that day! Thank you all so much for your support!!) Reader's guide: An inhuman love rivalry, not a one-to-many playboy setup. The fragmented selves get a 1v1 ending. Modern setting. The protagonist has a tendency to cry uncontrollably. Not traditional Western fantasy. It's a complete mess, so don't take the plot too seriously. No writing advice, please. Having fun is what matters most. Upcoming story: The Love Virus [You are a pathogen. Anyone who has come into contact with you will catch the virus. As time passes, it will gradually reach its late stage, creating an intense urge to enter into a romantic relationship with you.] [The modes of transmission include sound, scent, and related audio and video images. Please take proper care of your personal belongings and stay safe.] "I'm hiding a weapon on me? How could that be?" The man wore nothing but a bathrobe, his tone teasing. "Officer, if that's what you think, then why don't you come and search me yourself?" He'd meant to make the other man back off, but the young policeman named Chaili stared at him, covered his mouth, and let out a little "slurp." "C-can I?" He looked like a ravenous lecher. The man: ...? He had no idea how to respond. Ah, love! What a baffling, incurable disease! Even if you cover your mouth, your pants will... "Shut up!! What kind of stuff are you saying in other people's heads?!" "Look on the bright side. Anyone else who drew your skill would be laughing out loud," the System gloated. "It's not like you only attract humans. You're just a little into things that aren't human, too." There was also a tiny side effect: whenever he saw someone good-looking, he wanted to kiss them and carry them off, and couldn't think straight. He'd just become a hopeless romantic, that's all. There were even tons of people on the forum sending him private messages asking, "How do I get a boss to go easy on me with three sentences?" Chaili had just left the dungeon and gotten his senses back. His whole world shattered. Infinite-flow story. A 1.8-meter-tall, broad-chested male lead who attracts everyone. Fragmented selves, 1v1 ending. Please add it to your reading list!! Theme: Everyone's future shines like the stars