The Pretty Backup Lover Is Troubling the Immortal Sect Again

[The novel is complete. The final ten chapters of the main story are each twice the usual length.] [Read the announcement and content warnings first. Read the announcement and content warnings first. Read the announcement and content warnings first. The warnings are all online, so please look them up yourself.] Powerful, paternalistic, ambitious top × scheming, spoiled beauty bottom Could the notorious scum-bottom specialist from the Quick Transmigration Bureau really end up as a backup lover? Ming Youjing's answer is: If you accidentally messed with the God of the Main System, then yes. His top-tier beauty rating is forcibly reduced to average. The seductive beauty becomes a pathetic extra who throws himself at a plain-looking man, while the man he's up against is the coldest, most ruthless top in the world. The System gives him a route to a comeback: Throw yourself at the top, and do it without holding back. As long as your backup-lover score rises, you can reclaim your original beauty! To build up his score and make a comeback, Ming Youjing endures humiliation, biting down and swallowing his own blood. He climbs the heavenly steps for the protagonist top, plays the role of his moonlight, and gets injured again and again for him... The pale, frail boy gradually blossoms into a captivating beauty, with peach-blossom cheeks, a willow-thin waist, and skin as white as snow. Unfortunately, the protagonist top, Zong Cang, is so guarded that winning him over is like laying siege to a fortified city. When the beauty, his belly slightly swollen with pregnancy and eyes full of hope, sits on his lap, Zong Cang acts as if he doesn't see him. When the beauty in a woman's silk dress wraps himself around his arm and calls him husband, Zong Cang acts as if he doesn't hear him. When the beauty, overcome by the effects of a love-affecting parasite, clings to him and begs for a kiss, Zong Cang acts as if he's alone in the room. Ming Youjing is at his wits' end and nearly gives up several times. But the protagonist bottoms, who should have hated him, begin looking at him differently. The arrogant, unruly senior disciple rubs his tender neck: "I volunteer to be your dog." The sickly-sweet, deranged junior disciple secretly keeps the handkerchief he's used: "Jingjing smells... so good." The cold, heartless chief eunuch loses control over him: "If it's you, then falling in love is only natural." What he doesn't know is what Zong Cang does to the reflection of him in the water mirror when no one is watching. ...Until Ming Youjing is imprisoned in the Demon Sea. Mount Motian loses a spirited young disciple, and the demonic cultivators gain a beautiful, foolish mute immortal slave. No matter how others kiss and toy with him, he only stares blankly with beautiful eyes, clutching the broken sword in his arms, not knowing whose name he's calling. Zong Cang, always cold and self-possessed, has bloodshot eyes and grips the back of an iron chair so hard he bends it out of shape. He goes on a killing spree, until blood flows beneath the long steps. Until he rescues his little disciple and kisses Ming Youjing's forehead in something close to madness. "This is good, too..." "A pretty, obedient little mute. A little fool..." Now he won't go around seducing other men. He'll just stay obediently in Zong Cang's care, pleasure him in bed, and bear his children. #Bonus Scene Everyone says Zong Cang lets Ming Youjing do as he pleases, and that the two became master and disciple only because Ming Youjing threw himself at him. This pretty young disciple really is good at throwing himself at people, serving tea and water and attending to every little need. But in private, he drinks and smokes and never turns away any of the senior and junior disciples who come courting him. He even boasts: If Zong Cang didn't have so many treasures, who'd want to be his backup lover? The senior and junior disciples believe him, and wait. Surely one day the two will split up, and Ming Youjing will have nowhere to go but into their arms. They wait and wait until one day, Zong Cang personally teaches a lesson. The cold-faced sect leader holds the little beauty on his lap, pins him against his chest in front of all the disciples, and kisses him until the corners of his eyes turn red. "Your junior brother is pregnant, so he won't be coming to class for the next few days." "Everyone, move on." Content warnings: ① Please search online for the warnings and read the completion rating and top reviews. Make sure you can accept them before reading. Don't buy the whole book without checking. ② This is a melodramatic story. The top is physically and emotionally pure, so please stop asking. Judge the top's characterization by reading the free chapters. ③ If you're only here for the groveling and redemption, you'll be disappointed. If you're interested in an older top raising a younger husband, you might enjoy it. The choice is yours. ④ I will report and delete comments from accounts with no reading history that only show up to insult the author. Please mind your manners. * Please check out my upcoming novel: Spoiled, Bratty Omega Longs to Be Marked In a desolate region on the edge of the galaxy, a starship carrying the families of military personnel is docked in the night. The omega wives, long separated from their husbands, take this opportunity to spend a brief, intimate reunion with their loved ones. ...Except for Ning Jiao. Everyone knows the young major general stationed on the remote planet is married, but this is the first time anyone has seen his spouse, Ning Jiao, a young, beautiful, haughty male omega. Before now, he'd never come here to visit his husband. Not once. And this time, he brings Yan Wenjie no affection, but a divorce agreement and an embarrassing affair rumor that refuses to die. His pale, pink glands are exposed as he moves among the alphas on the frontier. Everyone can smell the omega's rich, ripe pheromones, except Yan Wenjie. He doesn't have the ability to mark Ning Jiao as his own. The young, arrogant omega always looks at him with disgust and revulsion, yet he's so beautiful that Yan Wenjie doesn't know what to do. Even after Yan Wenjie catches him in the act and kisses him until his lips are red and swollen, the boy still looks at him with haughty disdain. "So what? Other than taking care of myself, what else can you do?" "You can't stand me seeing other people? Then mark me, if you have the guts." To Ning Jiao, marrying Yan Wenjie is humiliating. He's a young master with perfect genes, the hope of the Empire, while Yan Wenjie is just a "lowborn" who rose through the ranks on military merits, a useless alpha without even any pheromones. He tries every possible way to force Yan Wenjie to divorce him, pulling out all the stops until he finally sees a glimmer of hope. What he never imagined was that Yan Wenjie wouldn't divorce him, but would be willing to die for him. A major battle on the remote planet is about to begin. Yan Wenjie gives his life to get Ning Jiao to safety, while he himself is lost in a sea of flames, his fate unknown. Ning Jiao thinks he doesn't care at all. Until, many days later, he hears news that keeps him awake all night. He's brought to a secret hospital room. Beneath the dim shadows, the man's deep-set eyes are emotionless as he speaks in a hard voice. "Disappointed to see I'm still alive?" But Ning Jiao can no longer hear what he's saying. All he knows is that Yan Wenjie's aggressively smoky pheromones fill the space around the hospital bed, and his own legs are trembling so badly that he can barely stand. Yan Wenjie always believed Ning Jiao was a haughty young master from the upper class who would never humble himself or beg anyone in his life. Until, after surviving emergency treatment and regrowing his glands, he stands in front of Ning Jiao again. The omega boy who once treated him like a stray dog clings to his shoulders, cheeks flushed as he rubs his needy face against Yan Wenjie's neck, desperate for even a little of his pheromones. He even obediently takes Yan Wenjie's tie in his mouth and begs in a stuffy voice. "I-I'll be good..." "Can you... mark me now?" Reserved, paternalistic top who secretly enjoys doing his laundry × proud, sharp-tongued, secretly timid, lustful bottom Thesis: Love means meeting as equals, and choosing one another wholeheartedly.