A carefree immortal bottom × a dark and twisted new life form top
The lightning-fast version:
Immortality has always been lonely.
“Then I'll make a copy of myself to keep me company.”
Well, that backfired.
My other self wants to sleep with me, clings to me, and refuses to let go.
The proper version:
Qi Yun is immortal and can't die.
Through endless ages, he has fought monsters to keep the world at peace. The rest of the time, he spends with his White Feather Legion.
Everyone in the legion covers their eyes with white feathers, because underneath those feathers, they all have the same face. Qi Yun finds it unsettling.
Yes, they are all his clones.
What's it like spending every day with so many clones?
Tired after a fight, Qi Yun says, “Number Three, massage my shoulders. Number Four, rub my legs.”
When danger strikes, Qi Yun says, “Number Seven, take the sword for me. Number Nine, take the knife. You're all dead? No problem, I'll make ten more. I can mass-produce them.”
Losing clones means nothing to Qi Yun. They are all his Gu. But if one of them could replace him as an immortal and put an end to this tedious life, that would be even better.
Unfortunately, an accident gives Clone Number One self-awareness, and events rush headlong in a direction Qi Yun never expected.
One day, Qi Yun is drenched in filth and says, “I need to bathe and change.”
Every clone nearby crowds around him. A dozen pairs of hands reach for his clothes, then take hold of his hands when they're done.
Qi Yun: “...That's really not necessary.”
But Clone Number One removes the white feather covering his face, leans in, and kisses him. “Why not?”
“I've waited a long time for this day.”
Qi Yun shoots him a sidelong glance. Well, there goes the plan.
Content warning: They have the same face, and they love and fight each other (and they really do fight, because it's hard for them to die completely).
The blurb may change, but the core premise won't.
Theme: Self-love
