The once-prominent Feng family fell, and Feng Zhixue plunged into the gutter overnight.
Feng Zhixue knew he was doomed. He had a face that was far too beautiful, and his arrogant, domineering behavior had offended plenty of people.
After waking from a dream during the night shift, Feng Zhixue discovered that he was actually the cannon-fodder villain in a book.
The book's male lead was his drab little servant, Yan Chenlu, a prince who had been cast out among the common people.
Before long, Yan Chenlu would be welcomed back to the royal family in grand style, while Feng Zhixue would die on a snowy night, forgotten by everyone.
Feng Zhixue wanted to stay alive and return to a life of luxury.
So, using his knowledge of the plot, he stole Yan Chenlu's identity and got his wish: he became a revered prince of the Empire.
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The royal life was lavish and indulgent, but there was something deeply strange about it.
For example, an ancient voice would often make faint, sticky murmurs in his ear.
For example, his desk was always piled with love letters written in crooked handwriting and covered in slime.
For example, every day he had the same dream: soft tentacles coiled around his body and dragged him into a dark, blissful abyss.
Feng Zhixue suppressed his unease, nervously hiding his identity while raising his fake brothers' favorability toward him.
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Later, when the truth came out, Feng Zhixue thought he was going to die a horrible death.
But he never expected his fake brothers to look at him with increasingly strange expressions.
Nor did he expect the male lead whose identity he'd stolen to pull him into his arms. Icy fingers brushed over the corners of his reddened eyes, and a voice that was clearly inhuman emerged from his throat. "Darling, look. I've given you my identity, everything I have."
"Now it's your turn to make it up to me, isn't it?"
In the darkness, the shadow of the young king trembled twice. A monster's appendage slowly emerged from the shadow and coiled around Feng Zhixue's calf.
Lovecraftian top x a pampered, useless beauty bottom
The bottom is adored by everyone and is a delicate, useless beauty type, with lots and lots of one-sided crushes.
If that's not your thing, leave now!
Theme: Don't be jealous or insecure. Cherish everything you already have.
