The Rebel Leader Got Me Pregnant After I Became His Male Favorite

You Li is a prince. To put down a rebellion, he led troops into battle. On the battlefield where the rebels were being crushed, their arrogant female insect leader teased him. "A pretty male like you should just behave and become my pet." You Li's expression barely changed. His silky black hair fell over his pale shoulders and neck. He simply stared at the female insect, the corner of his lips lifting as a long finger brushed his cupid's bow. "I'll hang your corpse from the city wall." But the situation changed in an instant. Before he could hang the female insect's corpse, the empire surrendered first. You Li went from being the empire's darling to a prisoner of the rebels. The female insect leader, who lusted after his beauty, crouched eagerly in front of him. Her honey-colored pectorals bounced out with a "boing," and a button shot straight into You Li's face. Its owner tried to strong-arm and tempt him. "Have you made up your mind?" The female insect chuckled. "Don't blame me if I take you by force." [Couple: A brooding, scheming, femme fatale top × a defiant, rebellious bottom] Queenly top × horny bottom - Luo Xi is a rebel leader. His enemy, the prince, is so beautiful that Luo Xi can't restrain himself. Taking advantage of the prince when he is suffering a mental breakdown, he gets down and dirty with him. Their fierce encounter brings two pieces of news: The good news is that the empire has surrendered. The bad news is that Luo Xi is pregnant with an egg. The flustered leader paces around frantically, rubbing his sore pectorals as he asks himself the same question every day: "Has You Li Servis given in today?" *Little scene 1: Having fallen from the empire's darling to an enemy insect's plaything, You Li refuses to accept his dead-end fate. He is ruthless and calculating, but the rebel leader, whose lust has gone to his head, puts on a daily display of "peacock courtship" for him: On the first day, he receives a little dress; On the second day, he receives a huge mine; On the third day, his room is filled with rose petals, and the honey-dripping, well-muscled female insect begins his striptease seduction... On the nth day, You Li can take no more and steps on the rebel leader. His expression is cool, his skin pale and sickly. He smiles faintly. "Want me to help you?" *Little scene 2: The second year after You Li used and abandoned his lover, their relationship completely fell apart. When they meet again, it is at the new emperor's coronation: To avoid being captured, Luo Xi disappears into the crowd of insects. Gazing up at the powerful male insect, he is utterly disillusioned. Yet the male insect's pupils contract, and he orders his guards to arrest him. You Li softens his voice and plays the victim. "Luo Xi, do you really have no regard for our past?" Luo Xi: "Your Majesty, could you unlock my shackles before we talk?" The emperor, who keeps his female insect locked up, darkens his expression at once. Grabbing him by the ankle, he drags him onto the bed. "Running away?" He smiles coldly. "Hm? Try running away again and see what happens." [Reading Guide]: This is a fictional setting unrelated to reality. Please do not conflate it with real life. 1. It features a female insect rebellion, with male insects turned into pets; 2. The bottom pursues the top, with a little angst for flavor and pregnancy. The top may pursue his wife, but there is no groveling redemption arc (the top goes crazy); later on (around two-thirds of the way through), they return to doting on each other; 3. As the saying goes, smut has no morals. This is a mixed-preference story and is not suitable for fans of any particular preference (skgk). If you wandered in by mistake, you're on your own. ★★★ The character cards were drawn by a lovely reader, and I adore them. Thank you! ^ω^ ★★★ Coming Soon 1: "After Divorcing My Sharp-Tongued Boss [Insectoid]" (top's POV) On the first day Eli transmigrates into an Insectoid novel, he marries the biggest villain in the book. His female spouse, Heifell Lanchester, is the military's chief commander, so cold and cutting that even his breathing seems calculated. For three years, Eli does his best to play the capable subordinate and gentle male spouse: He gets up early to make his spouse a bento, only for him to throw it in the trash; He helps his spouse organize papers for a meeting, only to be mocked: "All you do is menial work."; He even kindly helps his spouse regulate his sea during his heat, but all he gets is a bone-deep, "Get out!" After enduring their mutual torment through the whole plot, Eli finally presents divorce papers. Heifell remains expressionless and signs them faster than he would approve official documents. After the divorce, Eli moves out of the apartment and suddenly goes viral online: The recipes he casually uploads are hailed as "ancient divine formulas"; The hands-free regulation tutorial he tinkers with out of boredom is certified by academia as a "breakthrough healing technique"; Even a clip of him comforting a youngling becomes the model for "the male spouse everyone wants to marry." For a time, everyone wants to be matched with him. Then, on the rainy night before the matching results are announced, someone rings Eli's doorbell. The commander, always immaculate in his uniform and coldly sharp, stands outside, soaked through and looking painfully vulnerable. Clutching his wedding ring, worn pale from handling, he looks like an abandoned puppy and asks with red-rimmed eyes: "Dear, why won't you come home?" Eli narrows his eyes. But the next morning The insect who wakes up immediately draws a clear line between them and searches for his belongings before leaving. Watching Heifell, who was clingy and whimpering last night but is now struggling to remain cold and distant, Eli chuckles. "Are you looking for this, sir?" He pulls out the notebook Heifell has kept hidden for three years. As the pages flutter, they reveal line after line of affection: -Don't smile at him. He'll see how much I love him. -Keep physical contact to a minimum. Don't make him hate me. -Act dissatisfied so he won't be targeted by the opposing factions. -I have to get divorced. I can't let myself fall any deeper. Looking at his former spouse's face go instantly pale, Eli raises an eyebrow. "Was pretending to be a jerk fun?" "Was deliberately bullying me fun, too? Hm?" He catches the ankle of the man trying to flee, then bites his trembling, flushed back. "Heifell, get on your knees. Now it's my turn to teach you, " "What real bullying feels like." Couple: A laid-back, universally adored subordinate top × a cold, sharp-tongued boss bottom In truth: A gentle, indifferent sadist × a restrained, clumsy, insecure man #YouPretendToLoveMeButYouDon't# Coming Soon 2: "I'm the Only Normal Person in the Entire Sect" (top's POV) I'm an honest, ordinary young man. Lately I've noticed something's off about my sect. It seems like I'm the only normal person here. My upright, gentle, respectful eldest senior brother turns around, hides in the library with a thick stack of secrets, and mutters: "This batch is for the Tianshu Pavilion, this one for the Qingyang Sect, and this one is for extorting that old slippery devil cult leader..." My pure-hearted, carefree second senior sister, who lies flat all day, squats in the vegetable garden drooling over the cabbages and cracks her whip as she orders the senior and junior disciples around: "996, 007! One scoop of spirit water, one patch of land to till! You little brats, get moving!" And my frail, naturally talentless third senior brother sneaks into the forbidden grounds in the dead of night. Beneath a huge rock behind the mountain, a group of devil cultists cling to his leg and wail: "Your Excellency, you haven't been home in ten days. The Right Protector is throwing another tantrum..." Then there's my newly arrived junior brother, who mutters to the air every day: "System, System, when can I trample the demon clan, kick my sect aside, become a god with a harem, and turn into the number one overpowered protagonist in the cultivation world?" My heart sinks as I look at all of them. Luckily, I still have my aloof, otherworldly master. I redouble my efforts to cultivate for his sake, but one day, he says he wants to teach me a secret technique. First he beckons me over, then he takes off my clothes. I panic. "Master, what kind of technique is this?" My master smiles faintly. "The dual cultivation technique." He pushes me down, and a fluffy white fox tail rises behind him. My master licks his lips and whispers into my ear: "Good disciple, cultivation has no future." In one sentence: Amid a group of misfits, grow into an honest young man with sound values. Theme: Repay sincerity with sincerity.