[American Entertainment] Born to Be a Heartbreaker

[A magnetic protagonist, melodrama like an American TV series] [Coming soon: After the Comfort Robot Goes Rogue] Blurb: Edmundo is a once-in-a-century genius director. Though he never attended film school, he became a legend overnight with a movie he shot in just one week. At only twenty-one, he'd already stood on the Oscars stage three times. From scripts to storyboards, then from storyboards to lighting, Edmundo always delivered work that amazed people. He also managed to make a blockbuster worthy of the Oscars every three years. This peerless genius seemed perfect in every way, except for one fatal flaw. He loved beautiful people. If they were good-looking, they could do no wrong, and he gave them whatever they wanted. Because of this, Edmundo was swindled out of his entire fortune in just a few short years, and nearly ended up in prison. As for all those beauties, they bled him dry and used him up. Once they couldn't squeeze another drop from him, they discarded him without a second glance, leaving him to fend for himself. And so a brilliant director died miserably in a dark, forgotten corner. Perhaps because Heaven took pity on him, Edmundo was reborn on the very night he became a legend. Pool. Party. Champagne. Looking at the many beauties surrounding him, Edmundo made a firm decision... And lunged for them again. Only this time, he went for a different kind of beauty. Edmundo: This is hilarious. What's wrong with loving beauty? His miserable fate in his past life was entirely a matter of choosing the wrong direction. If women would leave him alone to die in misery, then he'd simply stop pursuing women. Men could be beautiful too. Edmundo was so drunk at the party he could barely stand. He casually lifted the chin of a handsome young blonde and teased him with his rosy, flirtatious eyes. Edmundo: Want to be famous? Want to make a fortune? Come with me, and I'll make you the lead in my next movie. Leonardo, who'd been dragged to the party for no apparent reason: ??? Note: *This is a parallel universe. Please don't associate it with real people. *This story starts with a god-tier protagonist and is a little uninhibited. Cover made with Midjourney. [Important] [Bottom, bottom, bottom!] 1. The male protagonist is French and Brazilian, a flirt who won't take responsibility, and severely obsessed with looks. (Please note that he won't date multiple people at the same time.) 2. Once again, the protagonist is a heartthrob with arrows pointing at him from every direction: a genius director with an overpowered golden finger. (Melodrama like an American TV series. If you can't accept everyone falling for the protagonist, please quietly leave without telling me. Thank you.) 3. At its core, this is an erotic story. The main text has an open ending, and the bonus chapter pairs River Phoenix with the protagonist. 4. The male protagonist was killed by beautiful women in his past life, so in this life he stays away from women. He is absolutely not a misogynist. 5. Please don't criticize me. I just want to portray a chaotic, fictional Hollywood. Thank you. Coming soon: After the Comfort Robot Goes Rogue Jing Mouyan receives a bionic robot that looks exactly like his dead beloved. At first he despises it, but gradually becomes obsessed. In just a few months, he realizes that he's become dependent on the thing. "Skyler! Get me some water!" "Skyler! Where's my wineglass? And where did the remote go?" "Skyler! Slow... Ah! Be gentle!" One night, while the bionic person was working hard, Jing Mouyan wrapped his arms around its neck, and the bionic person kissed his jaw. The name that slipped from Jing Mouyan's lips wasn't his dead beloved's. It was the robot's. The bionic person paused. Red light flickered in its eyes where Jing Mouyan couldn't see, and then it worked even harder. Jing Mouyan reached his peak with a hollow cry, overwhelmed by an endless terror. He had become the kind of person he hated. He was close to forgetting his lover's name. Jing Mouyan came to his senses. The person he loved was already dead. Although this thing perfectly copied his beloved's appearance, a machine was still a machine. It could never become the person Jing Mouyan loved so deeply. They were different. He couldn't confuse one for the other. Keeping a bionic person who looked exactly like his lover by his side was already an act of betrayal. Now he'd even called it the wrong name in the heat of passion... Jing Mouyan decided to cut his losses before things went any further. But a few days later... That pile of scrap metal he'd thrown in the dump had somehow come back on its own. It took control of the AI in Jing Mouyan's house and locked him inside. The smart villa everyone used to envy had become his prison. A hand with exposed wires and machinery brushed Jing Mouyan's jaw, then forced his mouth open as he stared in alarm. "Do you want to throw me away, Master?" Theme: If you treat life like a game, life will treat you like a joke. Only by living earnestly can you get what you want.