The Real Young Master Is Home, So What About Me?

Ta Mi has done plenty of things people hate. He bullied his big brother and drove away his girlfriend. He bullied his other brother, burned his green hair with a lighter, and forced him to watch horror movies. He talked back to teachers and picked on classmates, too. But everyone liked him. He thought they really did. Until the day his parents came home with a boy his age, followed by a shabby, timid middle-aged couple. “Ta Mi, this is your older brother. Say hello to him.” “Ta Mi, these are your birth parents. Call them Mom and Dad.” Amid everyone’s laughter and Ta Mi’s screaming and crying, he was dragged off to a broken-down house full of mold and rats. This was Ta Mi’s real life: no South Australian pearls or North American diamonds, just a cold, dilapidated house and leftovers that never seemed to run out, whether hot or cold… Ta Mi seized a chance to run back to his old home. They were celebrating the birthday of their new, biological child. Everyone ignored him. The housekeeper gave him a piece of cake and told him to take care. As Ta Mi stuffed the cake into his pocket, he said to his big brother, who had followed him there, “I hate you all. I hate you!” Ta Mi couldn’t adjust to his new life, or his new school and teachers, even though he was trying so hard. He was pushed to the brink and stormed into his big brother’s office. “You don’t have a girlfriend. Let me be your girlfriend.” His big brother didn’t react. Ta Mi kept crying. At last, his big brother wavered. He sighed, his voice helpless, but his gaze stern. “Ta Mi, being my lover is not the same as being my little brother.” “Not the same?” “Right. I’d kiss you and sleep with you. Are you sure?” A sweet-faced, sharp-tongued, ambitious and spoiled bottom x an abstinent, fatherly, yet shamelessly lecherous top Fake incest, a bottom who tempts the top, both are each other’s first, not registered on the household documents. May contain mildly coercive scenes. Please don’t ship them with other people or reverse their roles, and don’t pit them against other pairings. I’ll delete those comments ^^ Enjoy! My next novel: His Boring Wife. A gentle, mild-mannered wife x a cool guy with a low moral threshold and a sleazy streak. Add it to your collection from my author page ^^ Synopsis: This is the third year of Shen Yu and Song Ting’s marriage. They stopped having sex in their very first year together. After Song Ting pushed him off the bed for the umpteenth time, Shen Yu’s eyes reddened. He pressed for an answer, determined to get to the bottom of it. Song Ting was helpless, too. “Shen Yu, you’re very good-looking. I still think so, even now. But in bed, you just don’t interest me at all. You have no sex appeal, you know? Don’t make this harder for me.” His answer hit Shen Yu like a resounding slap across the face. That rainy night, Shen Yu stumbled out of the house in a daze. He got drunk at a bar and begged someone to sleep with him. In his confusion, he ended up pleading with someone who looked familiar. The moment he recognized him, he sobered up and fled. - Liang Duojun never dreamed that someone he knew would break down in tears in front of him and beg him to sleep with him. He’d thought his marriage was a happy one. Well, then, he wouldn’t hold back! Theme: When one door closes, another opens.