My Beautiful Master Is the Top, You Know

Yun Shu is the only disciple of the Immortal Venerable Biyun. Gifted with exceptional talent and beauty, he is adored by all. But he happens to be in love with his aloof and solemn master.

Desiring one's master is an unethical matter and a source of disgrace, so every day he repeats "respect your teacher and honor the path" a hundred times to keep himself in check.

Later, he learns his master doesn't have long to live. He tries to trade his own life for his master's, but fails, and only manages to anger him.

His master is furious, and there's no soothing him. Later, Yun Shu discovers there's another solution: yin and yang must unite!

What a wonderful opportunity!

More importantly, his master has been in love with him for a long time, too.

Why didn't his master say so sooner? There was no need for the two of them to be so formal. Yun Shu rubbed his chin and nodded solemnly. If his master was too shy, then he'd have to take the lead. So he immediately bought ten illustrated books.

"Hehe, beautiful Master, here I come!"

But his master keeps turning him down. Even his junior granduncle can't stand to watch and keeps coming by to offer him advice.

Later, Yun Shu walks out holding his aching waist and complains tearfully, "Junior Granduncle, you lied to me! Didn't you say all masters are bottoms?"

His junior granduncle spreads his hands helplessly. "Who could have guessed there'd still be a living master who was a top?"

QAQ...

[Aloof, restrained beauty master top * Delicate bottom who thinks he's a top and is a bit of a flirt]

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Pre-release story in the author's collection: What Can Go Wrong with Hating My Master?

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Ten years ago, his disciple was framed by others. After narrowly escaping death, he was at death's door, yet still dragged his broken body all the way back to his sect, thinking only of reaching his master to let him know he was safe.

On that night of torrential rain.

Through a single door, the disciple accidentally overheard his master talking to someone else. His master, cold as ice, confirmed the false accusation: "That wicked disciple was born unruly. He deserved to die."

He gave a self-mocking smile and turned to walk into the torrential rain.

The master and disciple did not meet again for ten years.

The disciple mastered peerless martial arts and returned to settle old scores one by one. As he slowly wiped his hands amid a pile of bodies, he happened upon his master, who had been in seclusion for years.

The man was as aloof as ever, dressed in white like snow, lofty and untouchable, as if standing among the clouds. Even a speck of dust on his pristine white boots seemed like a stain.

Hidden in a dark corner, he lowered the hidden weapon in his hand. How should he settle this man's debt?

Rather than take his life,

It seemed more fun to drag this lofty, moon-bright flower down from his altar, make him fall into the mortal world with him, and trap him in filth and corruption, torn between worldly desires and his identity.

The disciple put on a secret identity and returned to the sect.

Master, your wicked disciple is back to repay you.

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In a dark, secluded cave, the master is bound in exquisite shackles.

The disciple sheds his disguise, smiling with seductive charm. He grabs his master's chin and forcefully slips a pill of aphrodisiac into his mouth.

The sharp blade of a dagger turns supple as silk, tracing the master's brows, cheeks, and lips, before finally stopping at his most vulnerable, vital throat.

The disciple's eyes soften, and he puts on an innocent expression, sounding half reproachful and half teasing: "I've missed you all these years, Master. I've often been unable to taste my food and unable to sleep at night. Have you missed me?"

Theme: A teacher is one who imparts the way, teaches knowledge, and resolves doubts