My Sickly Junior Brother Came Again Tonight

Mingyue Yi has a junior disciple. He is so delicate and fragile, like an exquisite butterfly displayed in a glass cabinet. He is kind to everyone, but especially to her, for whom he would give his heart and lungs.

Yet every night, this wonderfully kind junior disciple arrives right on schedule. He sits on the couch where she practices, his snow-white serpentine tail coiled beneath him, crimson tears hanging from the corners of his eyes. He takes out his heart and lungs and holds them out pitifully in both hands for her to kiss, hoping to trade them for a night with her.

Oh, I forgot to mention: her junior disciple is sick. He comes every night.

So at first, she killed him.

But he was like an unkillable ghost. The next day, he would obediently sit by the mountain gate and wait for her to come out.

And when night fell, he would come again.

Day after day, until she grew numb and finally agreed to him.

At last, content, he coiled his snake tail around her ankle and pressed down a sticky kiss. His voice was feverishly excited, his body trembling as he said,

"Senior Sister, I've been waiting for you for so long."

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He was a born demon who had always wanted to disguise himself as a normal person.

So he took a master and gained a senior sister.

He revered and admired her.

But because his cultivation surpassed that of their eldest senior brother, she locked him in a room and shackled him with iron chains that suppressed spiritual power.

But he was a born demon. He had no spiritual power to begin with, so he could break free of the chains with ease.

Yet just as he crushed the chains, his senior sister, drunk, mistook him for their eldest senior brother.

He thought that from then on, he would be her exclusive plaything.

But after that, his senior sister never came again.

One year, two years, three years, ten years...

Only later did he learn that his senior sister had died on the day their eldest senior brother underwent his tribulation.

It didn't matter. He could tear apart the Heavenly Dao, return to the past, find her, and cling to her.

That night.

The boy was delicate and beautiful, his black hair like clouds. His upright snake pupils gazed obsessively at his senior sister in the distance as he walked step by step into her courtyard.

Senior Sister, I was good today, too. I waited for you in my room for a long time.

(Reader's guide:

1. The male lead was born with a dark and twisted nature. He literally crawls around in the dark, because he's a snake. Hahahaha.

2. Important: The male lead is a little sanity-shredding. His feelings are sick, twisted, and warped. He's intensely demonic and deeply inhuman.

3. The female lead is sweet on the outside, dark within, and evil from the start. She puts herself first, and isn't a perfect character. Please don't scold her. She's just an ordinary little girl who wants to graduate smoothly from the Heartless Dao (hands clasped in prayer).

4. My own take on cultivation, not traditional cultivation, with a Lovecraftian cultivation vibe.

5. Both are each other's first.

Also known as:

"#I'm carving up my husband from the pile of corpses, and I'm only 0.001 cuts away. Click into the story and give me a hand ^w^#"

First version of the blurb saved on 2024.11.23

●Already posted on Weibo. I'll pursue anyone who steals it.

----Coming Soon----

Every Night in My Nemesis's Dream

Synopsis:

Jiang Yaozhu has never gotten along with Su Louyan, the son of Prince Jiang'an, who has been famous throughout the capital since childhood. But lately, she's discovered that she has strange dreams every night.

At first, she only dreams of holding Su Louyan's hand and kissing his outrageously handsome face. Then things get a little more outrageous: she pushes him into a corner and bullies him until his brows knit and his eyes turn damp and pink. He pants as he scolds her for acting up, telling her not to do it outside next time, and that it would be better to go indoors.

As a result, she can't help feeling guilty whenever she sees him.

She meant to ignore it, but one day she was horrified to discover that every night she was entering Su Louyan's dreams.

Not only did she bring the sensations from those dreams back with her, she even noticed strange marks on his body that should only have appeared in a dream.

To keep anyone from finding out that she was taking liberties with Su Louyan in her dreams every night, she started avoiding him. But the more she avoided him, the more uninhibited she became in the dreams, crossing the line again and again. They even ended up in all sorts of strange places, like the study and the garden.

Jiang Yaozhu was exhausted. Suspecting that she had fallen victim to some kind of witchcraft, she went to a Taoist temple to seek help from an expert. He told her that she lacked yang energy and could break the spell only by drawing it from the person in her dreams.

To break the spell, she began trying every way she could to draw yang energy from Su Louyan, going from holding hands to kissing. Little by little, she realized he was like a greedy venomous snake, coiling around her ever more tightly and making her heart race.

Until one day, she realized that none of it had been a dream. It had all really happened, and Su Louyan was a complete lunatic.

That night, she waited until he was asleep, packed her things, and tried to escape. She hadn't gone far before a wave of dizziness hit her.

When she woke up, she was still in the room. Beside her was Su Louyan's face, usually bright and immaculate, now filled with undisguised obsession.

When he saw her wake, his warm, moist lips brushed over her frightened brows. Smiling as he always did, he asked, "The dream isn't over. Why are you running?"

Jiang Yaozhu's answer displeased Su Louyan, so the scenes from her dreams played out again, and he treated her even more roughly.

(First draft saved on 2025.7.27, already posted on Weibo.)

Theme: It's nothing special. Those without desire only trap themselves.