An Old-School Angsty Master-Disciple Novel

My next book is How to Win Over a Young Yandere. Here's the blurb. Please add it to your collection!

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I had a prophetic dream. In it, my disciple Duan Zhuo would one day hold power over all the land, while I, his master, would love him but never win his heart. Driven by that unrequited love, I would turn to hatred and commit countless atrocities.

My end would come when Duan Zhuo ran a sword through my heart. My corpse would hang outside Fengdu City, left for the crows to peck at.

I wasn't an immortal who simply accepted her fate. I decided to treat him cruelly: I let his fellow disciples bully him and frame him, then personally pushed him into the Ten-Thousand-Demon Abyss, where I watched him dissolve into a pool of blood.

On the day I made up my mind, Duan Zhuo returned from slaying demons. He carefully offered me a peach-blossom hairpin, then brushed the fallen petals from my forehead.

I slapped him, and he stood before me with eyes red from crying.

That night, however, I dreamed again of Duan Zhuo and me entwined in passion, our faces close, making love as husband and wife.

Later, I discovered that whenever I touched Duan Zhuo, I had dreams like that.

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I pushed Duan Zhuo into the Ten-Thousand-Demon Abyss.

I saw the hatred in his eyes, and as I recalled all the moments we had shared, I found myself reluctant to let him go.

After many peaceful years, I heard that the barrier around the Ten-Thousand-Demon Abyss had broken, and a new Demon God had descended into the world.

I was filled with dread. I knew Duan Zhuo was alive, and that one day he would come to kill me.

I returned to the deserted Bishui Jade Terrace. Searching Duan Zhuo's room, I found some things that made me realize how little I knew about this taciturn disciple of the demon tribe.

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After Duan Zhuo and I fought a great battle, he carried me, barely breathing, back to Fengdu.

He seemed mad, muttering to himself that he hated me, even as he said he loved me.

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The day I died, Fengdu was covered in an unusually heavy, soft snowfall, just as it had been many years before.

He cried for me many times. But as I closed my eyes, what I saw was him crying harder than I had ever seen.

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Later, Duan Zhuo told me that after his demonic energy returned, the first thing to come to mind was all the bizarre positions he and I had tried in our dreams.

I slapped him and snapped, "You clearly told me you wouldn't remember any of it when you woke up!"

Duan Zhuo's kisses trailed over my palm, one after another. I saw the infatuation growing ever stronger in his eyes. Looking at me, he said softly, word by word, "Master's palm smells sweet."

[Reading Guide]: [Female Master, Male Disciple] [Romance-Focused] [First Person] [Not a Strong Female Lead]

The next book, How to Win Over a Young Yandere, has the following blurb:

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My name is Xiao Yu, and my full name is Yu Kuihe. After staying up all night reading a fantasy novel with a warped moral compass, I cursed it out loud and got banished into the very book.

The System says I have to win over the sickly male supporting character, Song Yuzhen, if I want to go home.

Song Yuzhen is a young emperor, with the face of a woman despite being a man.

The original story says he was abandoned as a child and grew up as a pitiful little thing. The rest is mostly about how beautiful he is and how he goes mad.

Song Yuzhen is sick in the head. In the original story, his harem is filled with women who resemble the heroine, whom he regards as his moonlight, and he even imprisons her.

But he never lets anyone touch him. Every night, he goes to sleep with a rusty saw.

That saw has been by his side for half his life, cutting down countless souls.

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I landed in Song Yuzhen's childhood and became a servant girl in his household.

While he was still some way from becoming completely beyond help, I decided to win him over while feeding the little yandere some comforting words, hoping to make his heart a little less dark.

The little yandere had been beautiful since childhood, with skin white as paper and a face like a peach blossom. The slightest curve of his eyes could captivate anyone.

I tried for a long time, and at last his affection score climbed from the negatives into the double digits, almost halfway to the top.

But the little yandere still hated me. When he went mad, he even wanted to kill me.

Late that night, he appeared before me, dragging the saw from the original story, the one that haunted my nightmares. My whole body trembled uncontrollably.

The little yandere was strikingly handsome, with red lips and pearly teeth. He was smiling faintly, but to me, that smile was terrifying.

He tilted his head, looking innocent as he asked, "Why are you afraid of me?"

My mind raced, and at last I found a solution in one of the guides I'd crammed into my head.

I knocked the frail little yandere down and kissed him.

After freezing for a long moment, he suddenly shoved me away.

His pale face flushed an alluring red. He wiped his vivid lips and looked at me, humiliated.

He asked, one word at a time, "You... how dare you?"

The little yandere staggered out.

I thought he'd hate and despise me. Instead, from that day on, he clung to me. He wanted to do everything with me and wouldn't let anyone else come near me.

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The little yandere has gone mad again.

He says he wants to spend his whole life with me, and if I refuse, he'll kill everyone.

He also says that if I try to leave, he'll lock me up for the rest of my life.

I haven't told him that once he really falls in love with me, I'll be able to go home.

Theme: Steady as the moon's waxing, rising like the sun.