After the Guide-Partner Mark Disappeared

[The next novel is now updating: Falling in Love Only with the One Who Has the Highest Cultivation] [Preorders: My Wife Is Beautiful, but We Are Poor [Quick Transmigration] and The Handsome Race Car Driver Raises a Sweet Kitty. Please add them to your collections!] As an S-rank Guide, Tili was contaminated while protecting his bonded Sentinel and abandoned among a horde of monsters. By the time he returned, his bonded Sentinel already had another Guide by his side. Everyone was waiting to see the drama unfold. Yet during one monster tide, in front of countless cameras, Tili resonated mentally with the arrogant, untouchable First Sentinel. Adelaide was the first First Sentinel in the history of the White Tower. A legendary figure, renowned for his fame and decorated with countless achievements. Most importantly, he had once been the person Tili admired and revered more than anyone. He had returned. Seeing Tili walk toward Adelaide, step by step, without even looking back, the Sentinel frantically activated his mark to call for him, his eyes bloodshot and his expression lost. He didn't know. The contamination had made their partner mark disappear... * Everyone knew a Guide's role was to soothe and stabilize. Then, during a surprise attack by aberrant creatures, the White Tower's army was trapped in a tide of monsters, and everyone fell into despair. At the brink of death, Tili unleashed high-level mental power and suppressed the frenzied horde. The news sent public opinion into an uproar. Reporters hounded him, and interview requests poured in. At night, tormented by withdrawal after the mark disappeared, his face flushed and his body slick with sweat, he rested his head on Adelaide's shoulder. "Do you know the best cure for withdrawal?" Adelaide caught the tip of his ear between his lips and whispered, "Covering the mark." * Warzone alert: * A righteous, handsome, unyielding uke in a dystopia x a deranged, guiding, dom, villainous pleasure-seeker seme * One true pairing, 1v1. The mark has another explanation. * The seme is a villain/dom/pleasure-seeker (see author's notes for details). – Currently updating – Falling in Love Only with the One Who Has the Highest Cultivation Gong Zhao was a heaven-blessed prodigy of noble birth, wild and proud, favored by the heavens and holding an extraordinary position at the academy. Ming Hualian had the most beautiful face in a cultivation academy full of people with flawless, jade-like skin. He excelled in both conduct and academics, the very model of the perfect student everyone else's parents wished they had. The two were inseparable, and everyone knew they were friends. Together, they were the most eye-catching sight on campus. * But in truth, Ming Hualian had secretly loved the prodigy for years. The prodigy was surrounded by admirers, yet treated him as someone special, keeping him at arm's length and making him think he was different from everyone else. He followed the prodigy for three years. * It wasn't until the prodigy lost a sparring match and fell off the academy rankings that he realized his clingy little shadow was gone. Before, Ming Hualian would reply the moment he read a message. Now, he only replied when he felt like it. When asked, Ming Hualian answered listlessly, "Forget it. I only like whoever has the highest cultivation." * Jiang Yugu was tall and handsome, as famous as Gong Zhao, with a mysterious and low-key background. He was another prodigy at the academy, as dazzling as a second sun in the sky, and Gong Zhao's closest friend. He was gloomy and aloof, and always appeared alongside Gong Zhao without saying a word. Ming Hualian was his classmate, too. They had exchanged a few words, but they were hardly on friendly terms. "Gong Zhao and I don't have anything to do with each other anymore..." Jiang Yugu: "I know." Ming Hualian's mind went blank. "...Then why are you here? Aren't you his friend?" "Who said that?" Jiang Yugu raised the corner of his mouth, pleased. "I've been following you all along." "...?" Then, as if casually showing off, he added, "Besides, my cultivation is higher than his now." * Extra scene After their dual cultivation, Ming Hualian struggled to open his eyes. The bed was drenched. For a while, he could no longer tell what world he was in. His lips were parched, and he felt as if his back was about to snap. Jiang Yugu still held him. His towering body was like a beast in a frenzy, licking, sniffing, and rubbing against every part of him. Ming Hualian kicked at him. "You... Isn't that enough already?" The man grabbed his delicate ankle and dragged him closer, his voice low and dangerous. "Are you already tired of me, Lian'er?" He shook his head with a whimper. No, that's not it. The man turned his face and licked the corner of his damp eye. "Good. Since you're tired of it, let's try a different position." Ming Hualian: "?" * Rational, cunning, selfish beauty uke (cold-faced but adorable) x secretly infatuated, gloomy, melancholic seme (always sulking). One true pairing, happy ending. Preorder: The Handsome Race Car Driver Raises a Sweet Kitty Everyone knew Grayson had a precious little sweetheart. A fluffy, blue-eyed munchkin cat. Just how precious was he? Grayson wanted to place everything at his feet. He had only the finest food, clothes, and comforts, with a nutritionist and caretaker accompanying him everywhere. Even one tiny sneeze could make the whole mansion tremble. Until one day, he opened his eyes and found himself human. The little cat was so sad that he cried tiny pearls. Ever since he was little, the man had carried him everywhere. The moment he was out of sight, the man would start looking for him. He ate food made by a top private chef, wore a sparkling diamond collar, and slept on a bed worth tens of thousands of dollars. It was over. The man couldn't hold him anymore. Boo-hoo! Most importantly, he couldn't get fur-spa treatments, climb his custom cat tree, or wear his diamond collar anymore! Q‸Q!! * Grayson Barlow was the most valuable race car driver in the WRC. He had won the championship five years in a row. The tall, muscular man picked up the young man and set him on the sofa, then wiped his feet and put on his shoes. The little cat's ears drooped. "I can't wear so many of the things you gave me anymore..." The man kissed him. "That's all right, baby. I'll get you even better things." The little cat had lost his fur-spa treatments and custom cat tree. But he got designer bags, custom-made clothes, a luxurious castle, and a vacation estate o.O... And he got carried around even more. The man even held him while he slept. * At night, the young man with two snowy-white cat ears was held in the arms of a burly man. No matter how much his short legs kicked, they couldn't reach the floor. The man's muscular arm, thicker than the young man's calf, easily supported his round little bottom. The moment the tip of his tail was gently stroked, the young man's body went limp. He buried his face in the man's chest and scolded him, "You jerk! You meanie! Boo-hoo, you're the worst!" "Sweetie." Grayson kissed his tearful blue eyes and soothed him in a husky voice. "You sound so cute when you whine." (╬◣ ‸ ◢) Theme: Face death and live on.