Que Zhu never expected that, after he started his second year at military academy and came of age,
the people around him would all start acting strangely. The formerly gentle, old-fashioned senior, the cheerful junior, his boisterous, straightforward Alpha roommate, even his cold, taciturn rival from another school…
Indecently embarrassing little toys would be slipped into his mech case.
Wherever he went, it seemed like someone’s sticky gaze was always on him.
And even more horrifying, when he got back a bathrobe he’d lost, it had what looked like tentacle slime and bite marks on it.
Que Zhu: …What’s going on with this world?
*
Ling Qianyang transmigrated into a book,
into an explicit ABO military academy novel that he, as a straight man, would never have read.
But the original plot was stamped into his brain.
It played during the day and aired at night. There was no forgetting it.
In the original story,
his new roommate after a room transfer had a rare, sought-after constitution. From the moment he came of age, he would give off a special pheromone that could drive any ABO individual of any gender wild.
From then on, it would attract the sticky stares and covetous attention of countless male side characters, dragging him helplessly into one explicit scene after another.
And Ling Qianyang was one of those targets.
Ling Qianyang didn’t like that kind of story.
He did everything he could to warn his new roommate and help him avoid those perverted male characters.
As a normal person from Earth and a straight man, he obviously wasn’t going to do anything like that himself.
Until one day,
when he rescued his new roommate from his mech, apparently after he’d taken a pheromone drug.
The slender, silver-haired Alpha had a thin training uniform clinging to his waist in the heat.
When those dewy eyes turned toward him, helpless and confused, Ling Qianyang heard something shatter inside him.
#There is no way I’m gay!!
#Even if I am gay, I would never make a move on my best friend.
[The aloof beauty, silver-haired Alpha top who awakens to his existence as a character in a book & the Schrödinger’s straight man, overpowered, self-converting transmigrator bottom]
*The top is irresistible to countless madmen and nonhumans, but the original plot will be turned on its head. All the intimate moments will only be with his roommate, the main love interest.
*Contains a small amount of Lovecraftian elements.
*One-on-one, happy ending, no switching.
Please, please, please bookmark my next novel! QwQ!
“After the Amnesiac Sickly Beauty Fiancé of the Dragon-Blooded Hero”: the lovesick hero’s pursuit of his husband comes to a screeching halt~
Ji Yuhuai,
a peerless prodigy renowned throughout the immortal sects, with jet-black hair, a snow-white sword, and extraordinary grace.
After he was poisoned by demonic cultivators, he used all his cultivation to suppress the resentful ghost within him and withdrew from the world. Gradually, no one even remembered his name.
That was how things were supposed to go.
Until the day
Ji Yuhuai woke in the sect’s place of exile and, hair standing on end, discovered that his cave abode, which hadn’t even had a stone chair, had become a luxurious white-jade immortal residence, with visitors constantly coming and going.
He’d also acquired a fiancé, supposedly someone he was deeply in love with. The fiancé was his master’s youngest disciple, a diligent cultivator who had already comprehended the supreme sword intent.
After repeatedly confirming it with everyone in the sect, Ji Yuhuai finally learned that he had lost a portion of his memories.
It was now ten years later. Somehow, his condition had been cured, and his fiancé was real
he really was engaged to the sect’s youngest junior brother, and their immortal-couple ceremony was only six months away.
Ji Yuhuai was stunned.
Ji Yuhuai panicked and bristled.
He gathered his storage ring and life-bound sword and asked his master for permission to travel for six months and sort out his thoughts. He would give an answer when the time was up.
Before he could even leave the mountain gate, a young swordsman in black, with his hair tied in a high ponytail, came running and stumbled down from his flying sword.
His dark eyes were fixed entirely on Ji Yuhuai, his expression despondent, bewildered, and uneasy.
At last, he simply called out one sentence, then bowed deeply:
“Senior Brother, would you allow me to come with you?”
So this was the diligent junior swordsman?
For some reason, Ji Yuhuai felt a dull ache in his chest. Confused and apprehensive, he gave a small nod.
*
Every journey has to end eventually.
Ji Yuhuai wanted to visit the abyss where the vengeful ghosts originated, find out how his constitution had been cured, and also… learn what kind of background this junior brother had, a genius who reached Golden Core at three, ascended at a hundred, and mastered supreme sword intent by three hundred.
In a bustling mortal city, with lights glowing in every home,
Ji Yuhuai stayed at an inn and let his tall, strapping junior brother hold him close. Halfheartedly resisting, he let him cling to him and kiss his fingertips, his hair, and his cool lips.
The young man in black was devoted and focused, gently coaxing him in a low voice:
“We used to kiss every morning. Maybe if we do it a few more times, Senior Brother’s memories will come back sooner?”
Ji Yuhuai didn’t understand, but the kisses left him dazed, and even with his fingers pressed to the other man’s chest, he couldn’t push him away.
“Senior Brother, look at me a little longer…”
“Senior Brother, touch me.”
“Is this okay, Senior Brother?”
Could this really be okay?
Ji Yuhuai couldn’t make sense of it, but the coaxing eventually got him to agree to everything.
*
On the snowy peak of Pure Snow Mountain, cut off from the immortal aura,
Ji Yuhuai finally recovered all his memories and remembered how his constitution, which let him nourish ghosts with his own body, had been cured.
His life-bound sword, Snow Lotus, bloomed. He held the lover with whom he shared his lifespan and sent into the world all the resentful ghosts that had been drawn out of the other man over those ten years.
The ice and snow melted, and all returned to where it belonged.
A faint whimper was swallowed by their interwoven kisses. Between breaths, Ji Yuhuai murmured with a light laugh:
“…Th-this way… we can go back to the sect and get married, husband.”
[The original story’s tragic, powerful villain, whose consciousness awakens but who has forgotten his decade-long relationship with the Dragon-Blooded Hero: the sickly beauty senior brother top & the Dragon-Blooded Hero whose path takes a sharp detour, who falls into his senior brother’s trap: the straightforward, puppy-like, transmigrated supreme swordsman bottom]
*The senior brother top is a native of the book’s world. The hero bottom was born into it, but the original plot is only marginally relevant.
*At heart, this is a sweet romance about two people who love each other dearly!
*One-on-one, happy ending.
Theme: Seek your way through the darkness and seize the bright future that is sure to come.
There are so many pronouns, so many people, I'm so confused
I like the two babies very much, but I don't understand some parts.
I don't know why it feels like it's so hard to watch, and it feels like there's no focus.
It's a bit messy, there are too many descriptions and it's a bit messy
To be honest, the characters appearing in the previous chapters are a bit too messy. The names and characteristics of the characters basically do not correspond, and some cases where the nickname appears first and then the full name... But I am still very interested in this setting. It is that the current situation of attacking and being condensed is a bit too boring... I worry about the dermatitis of attacking... Don't condense the attack too much. I hope that other supporting characters will not be too boring in the future.
Most people can't understand this author's specific plot
Since the protagonist has a name, it would be better to call him less by the silver-haired young man [Let me be Kangkang]. One moment he, another moment his name, and another moment the silver-haired young man led to the messy-looking [three-flowered cat head].
It's not that the bed is weak. It's not. It's scary. I just can't watch Ning Gong, but maybe some treasures will. If possible, it's best for the author to mark 🥺 🥺 🥺
When can we express our feelings to each other❤️So sweet
""It was six o'clock this morning, you were sent..." This is a big bug for the author~ A little bit unsmooth