After the Simp Got Caught in a Love Triangle

Lin Anyu works for the Devoted Lover Department of the Quick Transmigration Bureau, the worst place in the entire Quick Transmigration Division.

The Devoted Lover Department demands that its employees work grueling 996 schedules every day and devote their entire lives to supporting the protagonists, both the male lead gong and the male lead shou.

Everyone else avoids the job like the plague, but Lin Anyu loves it.

He loves seeing the protagonists achieve success. He loves seeing them shine onstage.

As an extreme devoted lover, Lin Anyu is a deranged stalker, a parasite who sneaks into other people's homes, a monster whose rules make an exception only for the protagonist...

The protagonists may despise him, use him as a tool, then toss him aside when they're done.

Lin Anyu doesn't care. For love, he's willing to give up everything.

But Lin Anyu can't understand one thing: after he completes every mission and leaves the world, why do all the protagonists go crazy?

World One:

Lin Anyu had noticed him long ago. Yier was an aristocrat from District A, but he wasn't arrogant or domineering. Instead, he was willing to help others, with a heart that believed in equality and universal love. Lin Anyu thought he had to help the man, even if it meant sacrificing everything. The man was his one and only salvation.

For the man, Lin Anyu deceived the protagonist gong, toyed with the antagonist's feelings, and even offered himself up to the young master...

But in truth, the man he loved was a scoundrel. His lofty ideals and goals were nothing but poison wrapped in candy paper.

When his ideals shattered, Lin Anyu realized that everything he'd done had only served the man's interests. Torn apart by anguish, he stabbed the man.

"Go to hell."

The blade plunged into the man's chest. The blood spraying out blurred Lin Anyu's vision, but the man's expression didn't change at all. He seized the blade and drove it deeper into his flesh, sending blood gushing from the wound.

"Good boy. That's more like it."

The blade of revenge was raised high, only to become a heavy chain.

By the time the others rescued Lin Anyu, he felt the faintest sense of safety.

He had finally escaped.

But would the people Lin Anyu had deceived really forgive him?

The possessive desire roiling in the men's gazes was no different from that of the hypocrite.

World Two:

With his family fallen on hard times and nowhere else to turn, Lin Anyu was rescued by an aristocrat. From then on, he became the man's "canary," using everything he had to please and depend on him.

He thought things would go on like this forever, until one day he accidentally discovered the aristocrat's true nature.

The man kept a group of stepsons who were forced to fight each other. Only the most ruthless could survive.

In this brutal environment, everyone was expendable, just pawns in the aristocrat's hands.

The stepsons had to fight and kill each other, doing everything they could to please the aristocrat and win their one chance to survive: becoming his sole stepson.

After witnessing the stepsons' endless violence and chaos, Lin Anyu gradually came to hate it all and tried every way he could to escape.

But there was one person who was different. Like Lin Anyu, he hated fighting and despised using power to oppress others. Even in hell, he still showed kindness to those around him.

For his sake, Lin Anyu painstakingly cleared every obstacle and did everything he could to protect him, even seducing other stepsons and currying favor with the aristocrat...

Because the man needed Lin Anyu.

But the good times didn't last. The aristocrat discovered everything Lin Anyu had done. Lin Anyu knew how cold, merciless, and vicious the aristocrat could be.

He was willing to sacrifice everything, as long as the aristocrat didn't hurt his lover.

But in truth, the aristocrat simply took him to a room and made him witness his lover's true nature.

"I was only using him. It's impossible that I could feel anything else for him."

"Don't you think it's amusing how hard he tries to please me?"

The intimate whispers and tender words between lovers became blades that pierced his heart.

After that, more and more people surrounded him.

The stepsons he'd deceived, the aristocrat he'd fawned over, and even the man who'd tried so desperately to prove himself all told him, "I love you."

But did Lin Anyu really need love now?

World Three: Lin Anyu is the weakest monster in the Book of Monsters, but he's utterly loyal to his master. He even lies that he's the strongest monster to win his master's affection.

But those bastards are coming to the real world, intent on exposing his lies...

To keep the truth hidden and satisfy the greedy monsters, Lin Anyu is willing to let demons feed on him, maintaining the illusion that he's powerful.

The suggestive sounds of kisses, the supernatural ability that keeps his disguise intact, the inexplicable blushes...

After one "accident" after another, the protagonist's gaze toward Lin Anyu grows stranger and stranger.

Coming Next:

A Cannon Fodder, But Everyone's in Love with Me

I'm straight, or, more accurately, an ordinary guy who loves money, lusts after beauty, and can't get enough of gorgeous people.

One day, some guy claiming to be a System came looking for me.

System: "Hey, have you considered working for our Cannon Fodder Department? Great benefits, excellent pay, and you spend most of your work hours relaxing!"

Me: "Are there any beautiful women?"

The System paused, then smiled. "Gorgeous people everywhere~"

I agreed without a second thought. After I started playing a cannon fodder, I really did meet plenty of "gorgeous people." The only problem was that their gender seemed a little off.

The long breaks just meant more time to die, more time lying in a coffin.

World One:

You're a scholar with little learning. Most days, you write sweet words for your beautiful wife, then hug a book and complain that the world is unfair for never giving you a chance to show your talent.

One night, you're studying late. Before long, your head knocks against the desk, and you hear a voice calling out to you over and over.

You turn around and see a beauty in the painting. "She" is bathing and changing clothes, softly murmuring your name.

The vivid, alluring scene leaves you weak in the knees. But when your beautiful wife knocks and brings you food, the beauty vanishes. It all feels like a dream.

Seeing you drenched in sweat and red in the face, your wife asks what happened.

You stammer and say nothing, because you know how jealous "she" can be...

After that, you have a guilty conscience. By day, you write poems and sweet-talk your beautiful wife. By night, you fool around with the beauty, forgetting all about taking the imperial examinations.

Your beautiful wife grows even more suspicious and jealous, constantly wondering if you're sneaking around with someone else. She even ties you to the bed and beats you with a stick over some incomprehensible excuse.

You don't understand. Where did those red marks on your body come from?

You forget your pain as soon as the wounds heal, and the day after the beating, you throw your arms around the beauty and complain to her.

Only after your beauty gets jealous, ties you to the bed, and leaves you crying out in pain do you finally come to your senses.

But how could they ever let you go?

With nowhere else to turn, you ask the childhood friend you'd always looked down on, who loves men, for help. You used to call him a filthy queer and say he was always putting on a charade as a Taoist master.

Now you weep like a rain-soaked pear blossom and plead, over and over, in a soft voice: "Master, please take pity on me."

He agrees to help, but the condition he sets is that you spend the night with him.

With wolves in front and tigers behind, where can you go?

World Two: Flirty Rich Second-Generation Heir x Split-Personality Gong

World Three: Straight Male Chauvinist Alpha x Split-Personality Gong

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