The Sidekick Bottom Doesn't Want to Rise to the Top

[Possessive, fatherly dominant top x money-loving, optimistic sidekick bottom, mutually devoted and each other's first]

You Leyan had been determined since childhood to become a powerful person's lackey. He understood one thing very well: a few sesame seeds slipping through the fingers of the rich could feed the poor for a lifetime!

He started running errands for people in middle school, secretly scouting for promising prospects with power, influence, and brains. Finally, in his first year of high school, You Leyan was lucky enough to find himself a golden thigh to cling to.

His golden thigh was named Tu Mu, known in the underworld as Boss Mu. He was the darling of the rich second generation, a heaven-blessed favorite. He was very handsome, always carrying a foreign-language book, and was reserved and quiet.

Boss Mu was clever, came from a prominent family, and treated his underlings generously. He was reasonable and protective, and he helped You Leyan get through several difficult situations along the way.

You Leyan was overwhelmed with gratitude, and his lackey instincts kicked in. He hovered around Tu Mu every day, constantly calling him “Boss,” pouring tea and fetching water, and never shirking a task.

Why toil away for a company after graduating from college when you can start working for a big shot now and save yourself twenty years of detours?

You Leyan was very glad he had made the right choice. Boss Mu taught him so much, and You Leyan admired him deeply, seeing him as a lofty, omnipotent god.

Until one day, he found himself naked in his boss's bed. His backside was in excruciating pain, and he scrambled in a panic to run out of the room.

A tall figure loomed over him. Boss Mu's eyes were dark as he grabbed You Leyan by the ankle and dragged him back beneath him.

Three months later, You Leyan, who had fled to the countryside to hide, could not stop dry heaving. His belly was gradually growing.

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You Leyan, on the verge of tears: Boss, I only wanted to be your lackey! I never wanted to be your wife!

Boss Mu, eyes dark as he pinched his chin: Too late.

A clear-headed, rational lackey bottom who only wants to make money accidentally clings to his boss's thigh all the way into bed. After running away while pregnant, he's caught and forced into the role by a brooding big shot with overwhelming possessiveness.

Here's a peek at my upcoming story, The Abandoned Blind Bottom Gets Carried by His Kid

ABO meets cultivation. A beautiful blind Omega bottom lives beneath a cliff and falls in love over time with an amnesiac, heartless cultivator who fell off the cliff. Later, the cultivator's heartless path takes flight, and the bottom waits and waits, but he never comes back. The bottom becomes a stone statue gazing toward her husband and spends every day weeping.

Not long after, the bottom discovers he's pregnant. His life becomes all about loving himself and his baby. He doesn't need a heartless man like that anyway. Keep the child, ditch the father!

When the child is born, auspicious clouds descend from the heavens, and the child proves exceptionally gifted: Foundation Establishment at three, Golden Core at seven, and Nascent Soul at fifteen. He's also a master at cheering up his dad. He even returns the favor by encouraging the bottom so much that he breaks through the Ren and Du meridians, regains his sight, and rapidly increases his cultivation. Then the bottom gets carried along by his overpowered child.

By chance, the bottom meets the top again. Recognizing the scumbag who abandoned his wife and child, he calmly and sincerely thanks him: “Thank you so much. Even though you abandoned me, you left me with a child, and that child brought me onto the path to immortality. I've also cultivated the heartless path, so I understand how you feel now. From now on, let's each go our own way and pretend we don't know each other, okay?”

The top: ...What do I do? I just got my memories back, and now my wife doesn't want me anymore. QAQ

Theme: Create your own future with your own two hands