Bound to My Archenemy by a System That Brings Bad Luck Unless We Kiss

With a click, Qi Tingxue and Lu Zhuoyang were locked inside a secluded room.

The noisy lights from the yacht party shimmered through the seawater and into the room. For the first time, Lu Zhuoyang saw a captivating flush on the face of his childhood friend, who was usually so cool and understated.

Qi Tingxue also heard his nemesis panting, warm breath drifting over his neck. Sweat rolled down his forehead, and for once, his composed features looked disheveled.

“Did you drink the wrong wine too?”

They spoke in unison, then immediately pulled out their phones to call for help.

Just then, a voice from the System rang out:

[Complete the ultimate union of life with the person beside you to get out of the room ╰(￣▽￣)╭]

In other words: do it.

Qi Tingxue: “With him? I'd rather let someone stab me than let him do it.”

Lu Zhuoyang: “Thanks, but I'm straight.”

They hurriedly shoved each other away.

But there was no phone signal.

Everyone on the yacht had turned “deaf and blind,” completely absorbed in the party. No one heard their cries for help.

System: [If nothing else works, a kiss will do. Just one second, please! Otherwise, no one will find you two until tomorrow morning, and by then, umm...]

“Peck!”

They quickly planted a kiss on each other's lips.

The next second, the door opened.

Their mutual friends stood there holding drinks, baffled as Qi Tingxue and Lu Zhuoyang, who had never gotten along since childhood, hurried off the island. Why were their faces so red... as if something was going on between them?

*

At first, Qi Tingxue thought that absurd experience with his nemesis on the yacht was over.

He never expected it to be a case of the broken-window effect.

After their lips touched for one second, the System began making increasingly outrageous (erotic) demands.

[Ten-minute French kiss. Yes, with tongues. Bonus points if you make it stringy.]

[Help each other out. If you can't bring yourself to use your mouth, your hands will do~]

[Don't you think this black lace-trimmed babydoll and bell collar go perfectly together?]

Qi Tingxue: “...”

He tore the short dress to shreds, then turned to see his nemesis hurriedly putting a dog collar around his neck.

“Lu Zhuoyang, where's your backbone?!!!”

Lu Zhuoyang: “Can't be helped, baby. We'll both be in trouble if we don't do what it says.”

*

Lately, Qi Tingxue has been thinking about secretly killing his nemesis.

If he can't get rid of the System, then he'll just have to get rid of the person the System bound him to.

On a damp, rainy night, a breeze stirred the white mist.

Qi Tingxue braced both hands against the car window, resisting the trembling in a certain place. His long lashes were damp with mist and fluttered like rain-soaked bird feathers.

Lu Zhuoyang kissed away the tear tracks at the corners of his eyes, then silenced the curses spilling from his cool lips with another kiss.

“Baby, when you said you'd secretly kill me, did you mean curse me to death or stomp me to death?”

If this is your thing, then more, more, more, please! ("￣∇￣")

Couple: A hot-tempered beauty who seems cool but is full of inner monologue and sharp-tongued insults, as the bottom, x a performative personality who is a perfect gentleman to everyone else but shamelessly flirtatious with his lover, as the top.

[Reading Notes]

1. A silly, sweet, brainless story with little logic, written purely to indulge my personal tastes.

2. Childhood friends, both each other's first time and first love.

3. Updates around 9 to 10 p.m.

4. I'll add more if anything else comes to mind.

[Coming Soon] After Calling My Ex-Husband Useless, I Transmigrate Back to Our First Night of Marriage

In the third year of their marriage, Yu Qingci finally couldn't hold back and asked Qin Xiaoyue for a divorce.

He had been forced to marry Qin Xiaoyue when his family fell into decline.

A fallen old-money family and a nouveau riche upstart.

From the very beginning, Yu Qingci had resisted their marriage of money and beauty.

“You're crude and domineering. You have no table manners, and you often flop into bed smelling awful, reeking of cigars and alcohol.”

“You're uneducated. I talk to you about Rothko's color fields and Picasso's poems, and ask why Picasso's soul is always wavering between affirmation and denial. You say he must be bored out of his mind and should just go lay some bricks, then you promptly fall asleep.”

“Worst of all, you're terrible in bed, you know that?!!! All you do is lumber around like a bull. You only know one position, despite having all those muscles and a twenty-four-centimeter dick!”

“Anyway, I can't live like this anymore.”

Qin (afraid of hurting his wife) Xiao (thinking his wife doesn't like him) Yue (who only wants to make tons of money for his wife): “...”

*

At last, Yu Qingci had gotten it all off his chest.

He watched Qin Xiaoyue silently sign the divorce papers.

His hard jaw was tightly clenched. Years of personally working in steel mills and mines had given his skin a rugged, wheat-colored tan. He looked like a bronze statue standing in the wilderness.

Too bad he was all looks and no substance.

Yu Qingci sighed.

The next second, both of them transmigrated back three years, to the first night of their marriage.

Yu Qingci: “...”

Help! I just got divorced from my ex-husband and gave him a satisfying tongue-lashing, especially about how bad he is in bed. Now we've transmigrated back to our wedding night. What do I do? Is it too late to run?

Qin Xiaoyue sneered, grabbed the ankle of the man trying to escape, and turned him out in 108 different positions.

*

The year Yu Qingci married Qin Xiaoyue was the most miserable time of his life.

His family had fallen into decline and was on the verge of bankruptcy overnight. He was pushed into an arranged marriage to provide the funds needed to restore the family's crumbling old mansion to its former glory.

People in their circle had been waiting to laugh at him. The once lofty, elegant beauty, so cold and aloof that he could barely be bothered to look at anyone, had ended up as the husband of a crude nouveau riche.

No one knew how long the marriage would last.

There were plenty of nouveau riche watching him rise to great heights, only to see his house come crashing down.

But years passed.

Not only were there no rumors of a rift between the two, but Qin Xiaoyue also climbed into high society and secured his place as the richest man in the country.

*

One day, a financial magazine interviewed Qin Xiaoyue about how he had achieved his success.

Dressed in a sharply tailored suit, Qin Xiaoyue had acquired a touch of refinement, despite once being a rough, rustic man.

He smiled slightly. “It's all thanks to my wife's encouragement. He makes me read every day.”

Sitting in front of the TV while a group of servants fed him grapes, Yu Qingci rolled his eyes. “Nonsense. The thing you read most is smut!”

Couple: Fallen beauty x nouveau riche mine owner

Size difference / skin-tone difference / forced love / includes a trained-dog bottom and dirty talk from the top

Theme: The farthest things are the closest.