Please Possess Me

[1v1, scheming. The calm, unflappable working-stiff exorcist bottom Qi Wu, who could study how the sky fell even as it came crashing down, x the rich and powerful top Xie Hui, who keeps seeing ghosts and is nearly driven mad by them, and thinks all exorcists are frauds (?)]

Qi Wu transmigrated into a novel about a groveling lover's redemption. First, the protagonist bottom was put through the wringer: he was made to believe the top had cheated, then suffered a miscarriage and both physical and emotional torment. Next, the protagonist top got his turn: he donated a kidney to the bottom, fell off a cliff, and lost his memory, but loved only the bottom. The ending was happy.

Qi Wu: ...What even is this?

The person he'd transmigrated into was a doomed white moonlight.

Just how doomed?

Doomed enough to gamble away everything, right down to his underwear, at a casino, then cling to the leg of his former kindergarten classmate, now a powerful big shot. In front of a five-star hotel, he howled about how much the big shot had liked him as a kid, and how he couldn't just sleep with him and then dump him now. The big shot had to pay off his gambling debts and buy him back from the casino, too.

You'd think he'd be afraid the big shot would kick him.

The big shot helped him out of nostalgia, and he took that as permission to push his luck. He even caused a scene at the big shot's engagement party, driving the fiancee away.

When Qi Wu transmigrated in, he and the big shot were standing in a stairwell, smoking. The smoke was so thick it seemed to reach the heavens.

When they finished smoking,

the big shot asked, “How long is my dick?”

Qi Wu: “...”

The big shot asked again, “How many times can I go in one night?”

Qi Wu: “...”

The big shot asked yet again, “How long do I last each time?”

Qi Wu: “...”

The big shot asked, word by word, “You seemed to know all about me when you drove my fiancee away. What, have you gone mute now?”

Qi Wu: “...”

Instead of getting angry, the big shot laughed. His face flushed a sickly red. “You dared to make all that up? Qi, even if you want to marry into wealth, you should first check whether you're a chicken or a...?”

Qi Wu: “...”

The big shot looked ready to tear him limb from limb.

Qi Wu waited for him to calm down before saying, “Big shot, I know you're seeing ghosts. That half-baked exorcist was just scamming you. Marrying someone with a strong birth chart won't help.”

The big shot inhaled too much smoke and started coughing. “Make it up. Keep making it up.”

Qi Wu sighed. “I really can catch this ghost.”

Qi Wu: “Give me one chance. I'll exorcise it for you. This is my first job here, so I'll do it for free. Once it's done, we're even.”

The big shot: “And if you fail?”

Qi Wu: “I'll marry you.”

The big shot gave him a mocking smile. “Fine.”

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