My Mortal Enemy Is Actually a Fake Young Master

Xin Ya never imagined that the cliché story of a real and fake young master would happen to his archenemy, Fu Jiming.

When Xin Ya heard the news, he was drinking with friends at a bar.

One of them asked what he planned to do.

Xin Ya gave a cold laugh. Obviously, he’d kick him while he was down!

A once-in-a-lifetime chance to watch his archenemy hit rock bottom. There was no way he’d let it pass him by.

He’d take the chance to torment and humiliate him, rubbing salt in his wounds!

He’d stomp him into the ground!

He wouldn’t let him have an easy time of it!

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When Xin Ya came home in the middle of the night, his archenemy was waiting at his door, begging to be taken in because he had nowhere else to go.

He even said he was willing to do anything.

Xin Ya let his archenemy inside, looking forward to the show.

Fu Jiming must truly have been at the end of his rope. He not only served Xin Ya tea and helped him get dressed, but also came up with new ways to please him every day.

He was nothing if not devoted.

Xin Ya was pleased with himself.

Xin Ya made no secret of it.

Soon, all their friends knew that Xin Ya had his former archenemy under his thumb, doing whatever he wanted with him!

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A few days later, Xin Ya and his archenemy woke up in the same bed. His aching, limp body kept reminding him of what had happened the night before.

He’d slept with his archenemy.

“...”

Xin Ya blinked, then decided to wake his archenemy and calmly order him to keep waiting on him.

Fu Jiming was handsome, had a great body, and was full of stamina. He had a whole bag of tricks.

Most importantly, he was free.

What was wrong with sleeping with him for free?

Xin Ya slept with Fu Jiming again and again, squeezing every last bit of value out of him.

① Bonus scene.

After they’d slept together, Xin Ya laid down three rules for Fu Jiming.

“First, you can warm my bed only when I say so.”

Fu Jiming lowered his eyes. “Then can I sneak into your bed, baby?”

“Second, I’m in control of this relationship. I can end it whenever I want.”

Fu Jiming clutched his chest, heartbroken. “So you’re going to use me and dump me? That’s cruel, baby.”

“Third, you’re not allowed to interfere, no matter what I get up to when we’re out!”

“Sure. Have your fun. I won’t interfere.” Fu Jiming’s dark eyes were ominous. “I’ll just die in front of you.”

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Bonus scene.

Xin Ya really did have his archenemy beneath his feet.

Just not quite in the way he’d expected.

The bedroom was dimly lit.

Xin Ya panted softly, his body limp and unable to muster any strength.

Fu Jiming held his ankle, his voice full of excitement. “Baby, step a little harder.”

The more Xin Ya stepped on him, the more energized he got.

Xin Ya realized with alarm that his archenemy was a total pervert!

A haughty, easily riled-up catlike bottom x a scheming, relentless top who’s been planning this for ages

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