All My Love Rivals Are Acting Strange

[Updated daily~ If I miss an update, I'll post a notice. Please check out my upcoming novel, "After Pretending to Date My Straight Best Friend"~ Blurb below, mwah]

Under the System's control, Zhao Sanling diligently played the role of a frail, devoted bottom for ten years. Then one day... the System malfunctioned.

Long live freedom!

He immediately beat up the scum top he had never liked, fled without even packing, and swore that from then on he'd be a mighty top, break free of the script, and enjoy life.

But after his cheap younger brother, Rival Number One from the script, showed up and asked him to dinner, everything started going wrong.

His younger brother was a delicate, pretty white lotus, looking aggrieved and on the verge of tears. But his slender, pale hand was wrapped around Zhao Sanling's vulnerable throat as he spoke in a cloying voice:

"Brother, what's so great about Wang Jian'an? Why don't you love me instead?"

"Brother, which of us is better in bed?"

Zhao Sanling stared in shock, completely at a loss. He fled home in the middle of the night and made it to a seaside villa, where he breathed a sigh of relief, ready to enjoy a blissful vacation.

After a downpour, someone knocked at the villa door. He opened it to find Rival Number Two, the gloomy butler, standing there drenched, his eyes red and his fists clenched:

"Why do you never see me?"

Terrified, Zhao Sanling slammed the door shut and rushed back to the sofa, throwing himself into Wen Shi's arms.

"They're all so scary! You're still the best!"

Though the script had cast him as a rival too, he was the most normal of them all: gentle, generous, beautiful, and even willing to be Zhao Sanling's wife. A catch like that was impossible to find!

Wen Shi smiled, licking the corner of his lips as he concealed the greedy, dark desire in his eyes. He held the person in his arms tighter and coaxed him gently:

"So never leave me. Love me just like this, forever and ever."

*

One day later on, Zhao Sanling had already discovered Wen Shi's true nature. He tried to run away again and again, only to be dragged back each time.

Holding him from behind, the other man asked affectionately, "Could it be that I haven't been pretending to be the old me well enough?"

Zhao Sanling replied, "You're the one I love most."

Wen Shi smiled, but there was not a trace of amusement in his eyes.

"Then why are you trembling?"

#What do I do when all my rivals are weird?#

#I'm clearly a mighty top!#

#There are so many perverts, sob#

A little guide for new readers:

2. The bottom only has any intimate contact with the original scum top. They don't even kiss.

3. This is a sweet story, no angst.

Blurb for "After Pretending to Date My Straight Best Friend":

Zhou Jinshu had a strange and frustrating physical reaction: his face turned red at the drop of a hat. His bright red face often landed him in embarrassing situations.

An online blogger said that it was because his skin was too thin, and he could fix it by practicing. He thought that made sense.

As it happened, he'd liked an older girl in his department for ages, but was too afraid of blushing and making a fool of himself to confess. So he decided to find someone to practice dating with and finally get rid of this bad habit.

At home, he carefully wrote two pages explaining his situation. He hoped his best friend since childhood, Cheng Ting, would help him out. After all, Cheng Ting ought to have more experience with this sort of thing.

Cheng Ting was a campus heartthrob at G University, the ultimate handsome guy in the athletics department: flirtatious eyes, a perfect physique, and a face that was every gay man's dream. But he was a bona fide straight guy, with a fiery temper to boot.

Zhou Jinshu thought it would take a lot of convincing, but Cheng Ting agreed almost immediately.

*

Recently, students at school noticed that Cheng Ting was in a great mood, practically surrounded by pink bubbles.

He was constantly going around with the star of the fine arts department next door, patiently carrying his backpack and water bottle, tying his shoelaces, and rushing over to hug and comfort him whenever he frowned.

...This was something else.

After they'd practiced dating for a while, Zhou Jinshu covered his numb lips and felt that something was increasingly off. Blushing, he cried, "I don't want to practice with you anymore. My face hasn't gotten any less red. It's getting redder and redder!"

The other man frowned. "What practice?"

Trembling, Zhou Jinshu pointed at the envelope on his desk. "Didn't I tell you? Dating practice..."

Cheng Ting opened the letter on the desk. There was just one page inside, with the words: "Please try dating me!"

Zhou Jinshu: "?! Where did the whole page before that go? Aren't you straight?"

He tremulously explained everything. Just as he thought his best friend had finally understood and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the other man grabbed him by the waist and pulled him close, gripping the nape of his soft neck as he growled,

"I don't care! I paid for your game, bought you clothes, went with you to sculpt every day, hugged you, comforted you. I spent so much time on you, so even if this started out fake, you're making it real!"

Zhou Jinshu: QAQ What do I do?

Theme: Work hard at life and never give up