After the Viperous, Sickly Beauty's Heart Turned to Ash

Upcoming novel: After I Deceived My Junior Brother into Becoming My Cultivation Furnace. The blurb is after this novel's blurb. Please add it to your collection!

[Not really related by blood, not really brothers. Without an older lover's pampering, how could the younger one go mad?]

Controlling, indulgent daddy-type gong (Song Shiyang) vs. obsessive, sickly mad-dog shou (Qiao Liang)

Qiao Liang is a famously spoiled darling, but after coming of age, he did something huge.

He drove away Song Shiyang's arranged-marriage partner and used his shares to blackmail Song Shiyang, who was like a father and brother to him, into sleeping with him for five years.

He made a name for himself in one fell swoop, and became infamous.

For five years, Song Shiyang indulged and doted on him, and they were inseparable in bed.

But Qiao Liang knew Song Shiyang cared for him, but didn't love him.

As the five-year term was about to end, Song Shiyang's damnable betrothed, He Chuan, returned to the country.

They met, discussed a business deal, exchanged gifts...

Qiao Liang gritted his teeth and warned Song Shiyang, "Remember, under the terms of our contract, I'm the only one you can do those naked things with."

But once the five years were up, it seemed Song Shiyang was going to get married again.

Qiao Liang ran his hand over the other half of the bed. "Like brothers? What bullshit! You got hard fast enough when you fucked me."

He can't be warmed, can't be kept in bed, and being a weapon or a dog won't work. What should I do?

If I can't have him, I'll take him. And if I can't take him, then no one gets to be happy.

The brothers turn against each other. Without Qiao Liang's support, Song Shiyang could lose control of the Song family in the shareholders' vote.

But before the vote, Qiao Liang receives a medical diagnosis. He's going to die soon.

Everyone advises him, "Qiao Liang, if you're going to be stubborn, then you have to see it through. Whatever you do, don't soften."

But on the day of the vote, he instructs his lawyer to give all his shares to Song Shiyang, helping him secure his place at the head of the Song family.

Then he vanishes without a trace.

He feels so unwilling to let go. He hopes they will forget him slowly, very slowly.

By the time Song Shiyang finally finds Qiao Liang after an arduous search,

Qiao Liang is in a remote village, sick and close to death.

It's cold here, but the scenery is beautiful, and the rich soil will make a fine graveyard for him.

Song Shiyang cradles his slender wrist. The veins have collapsed, and it's hard to imagine this is the child he raised and cherished in the palm of his hand.

His mistakes are unforgivable, his terror beyond measure.

When Qiao Liang sees him, he fearfully begs, "Brother, I really didn't keep any of the shares. Please leave me alone."

Please add the upcoming novel to your collection: After I Deceived My Junior Brother into Becoming My Cultivation Furnace

A shou who pretends to be aloof but is actually shameless x a junior brother gong who is an upright, righteous, peerless beauty

The blurb is in first person; the main story is in third person.

I'm the sect's eldest disciple, my sword robes white as snow, my character noble. I'm a heaven-blessed genius whom my master personally raised to the altar.

In truth, I'm a liar. I'm neither a Heavenly Spirit Sword Bone nor the slayer of the Golden Pool demon beast.

My cultivation is an illusion built up by my master's forbidden arts, and my reputation is a false one woven from lies.

The one who can truly break all laws with a single sword is my astonishingly gifted junior brother.

He's cold-hearted, cold-blooded, and an icy swordsman who cultivates the Heartless Dao.

The great immortal sects are always comparing us, saying that one day he'll surpass me and become the greatest master in the immortal realm.

I watch my junior brother, his face twisted with jealousy. He looks at me as if I'm trash. In each other's eyes, we're both piles of shit.

Then, during a demon-slaying mission, I find him gravely injured and amnesiac.

I've coveted his cultivation for ages. Seeing his bewildered eyes, a wicked idea strikes me. I bend down and whisper in his ear:

"We already formed a bond. To help me cultivate, you willingly became my cultivation furnace."

My junior brother may despise me to the core, but his character is upright. After a moment of silence, he finally says coldly, "Since we are Dao companions, I should fulfill my duty."

Ha, how ridiculous. The swordsman who used to look at me coldly now lets me take his spiritual energy, spending night after night entwined with me as we cultivate together.

His fingers are calloused, and he's hard everywhere. When he pins me down, he's fierce and rough.

I lie to him: "Deeper... You used to like it that way."

I coax him: "Junior brother, you said we'd never part, not in this life or the next."

My junior brother, once free of desire and emotion, a peerless beauty like a flower on a high peak, is driven to the brink. His eyes turn bloodshot, and he nearly goes into cultivation deviation.

"Junior brother, your heart is beating so fast..."

But my hopes come to nothing. I fail to grow a sword bone, yet unexpectedly conceive a spiritual pearl from my junior brother.

On the day of the immortal sect tournament, my junior brother regains his memories.

With one sword strike, he shatters my protective spiritual aura. The three realms are in an uproar, and everyone stares at me, the greatest waste of all.

"Senior brother," he says, pressing his sword point to my throat, utterly cold and disgusted. "A useless piece of trash like you thinks you deserve to form a bond with me?"

Core idea: On the road to a better life, don't overlook the people beside you.