I'm Just Some Hack Writer

The original title was The Author and the Reviewer Must Have a Blood Feud

When Shen Heyu first met Lu Xitong, he thought her eyes were clear as a newborn fawn's. Standing there, she looked so gentle and delicate, clearly a good girl.

Damn, she even looked easy to bully.

But when Lu Xitong first met Shen Heyu, all she could think about was how to strip off his clothes, take off his gold-rimmed glasses, and tear away that cool, refined, abstinent mask.

She wanted to write him into her story, make his pale face flush with unspeakable shame, make his long fingers curl tight amid his helpless whimpers.

Then have someone pin him firmly beneath them.

Two promising young talents: one bold enough to write whatever he wanted with his eyes wide open, the other daring enough to read it with a scarlet face.

And a bunch of fearless office gossips who spread the word all over the company.

Later, Shen Heyu took off his gold-rimmed glasses of his own accord and bent down before her legs, staring straight into Lu Xitong's eyes, which he himself had awakened with desire. "Great author, you made a mistake, and it ruined my reputation."

His breathing grew ragged. "As punishment, you'll have to make it up to me by giving yourself to me."

"I remember you used to be quite good at writing."

"You're so good on paper. Surely it's not all just talk, right?"

Lu Xitong screamed inwardly in despair:

Help! When I fell for him, nobody mentioned Shen Heyu's true form was a total pervert!

*Gentle, cool-headed man who is basically a mom x Evasive, quirky girl

Content warnings:

1. The entire story has many scenes from a woman's objectifying perspective! If you're uncomfortable, stop reading immediately. Please don't curse me out.

2. The male lead is neither a domineering CEO nor a show-off. He's essentially a sweet, devoted husband type who is basically a mom. If that's not what you expected, stop reading immediately. Please don't curse me out.

3. The author has diverse tastes and no limits. The male lead will be subjected to many kinds of play in the "story within a story." If you're uncomfortable, stop reading immediately. Please don't curse me out.

Hope you enjoy reading.

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Coming next: Master, Say Something

Sunny, cheerful girl x Cool, scheming, charming master

After losing all his memories, Chu Yi was rescued by Chu Yanliang. Through sheer persistence, she became the only disciple under this divine attendant.

Chu Yi knew how the world praised Chu Yanliang: his sword aura was sharp and pure, sweeping away evil; frost seemed to gather in his brows, and his robes shone like snow.

He was renowned throughout the world.

Only Chu Yi knew that her good master wasn't exactly "cool and aloof." All those rumors about him were really just because he was socially anxious.

In private, he often took her along to slack off.

Chu Yi was unambitious and had no grand aspirations. All she wanted was to keep slacking off like this.

To stay by her master's side forever. That would be perfect.

*

Until one day, Chu Yanliang appeared in wedding robes, walking hand in hand with someone else through a hall filled with laughter and celebration.

Chu Yi, who should have stepped forward to offer a toast as his disciple, felt the world spin around her.

Chu Yi figured she'd been infected by her socially anxious master's habits. After all, she was normally quick-witted, so why couldn't she get a single word out now?

She had to be sick, and seriously so.

After much soul-searching, Chu Yi decided it would be best to stay away from Chu Yanliang. She packed her things in the middle of the night and fled.

*

Years later, when they met again, the female disciple Chu Yanliang had always protected was now a goddess who had ended the war against the Demon God all by herself.

On the divine throne, Chu Yi gripped Chu Yanliang's pale, bloodless chin. Her gaze roamed over his battered body before finally settling on his strikingly beautiful face.

The goddess's usually impassive face curved into an inscrutable smile. "Fine. You look good."

"Stay by my side and attend to me."

Little scene:

Later, rumors spread across the Three Realms that a beautiful, delicate-looking man was imprisoned in the bedchamber of the newly ascended goddess.

In the silent depths of night, when no one else knew,

the cool and aloof divine attendant, locked to a bed of cold jade, was once again and again gently touched at the corners of his reddened eyes by the compassionate-looking goddess, who softly called him "Master."

Just as years ago, the socially anxious young master had blushed to the tips of his ears and timidly called her name, wiping away the tears of his nightmare-stricken disciple.

The story will start after I have 100,000 words written in advance.

Theme: Live well and find your own worth.