The Universally Hated One Has No Choice but to Fall for Himself

Currently serializing: The Evil Ghost on the Other Side of My Phone Talks Dirty to Me

Queued for preorder: I, the Monster Magnet and Husband-Killing Fiend; The Wife Role-Playing Game in a Paranormal World. Blurbs below.

Blurb:

In the transparent mirror, there is another you.

It is sinister, evil, cunning, and silver-tongued.

Ning Zhen is timid, universally disliked, bullied by others, and dependent on his mother-in-law.

With nowhere else to turn, he makes a small bargain with the "person" in the mirror.

Once Pandora's box is opened, there is no going back.

A deal always comes at a price. To get what you want, you must give up even more.

As the person in the mirror tempts and deceives him without end, Ning Zhen loses his hands, his eyes... and in the end, he almost loses everything.

The person in the mirror has complete control over it all.

[It takes control of his body.]

Ning Zhen watches in horror as his hand disobeys him, frantically stroking his face before sliding lower and slipping into his clothes like a snake.

"Don't..."

A pair of deathly pale hands covers his mouth, stifling his cries of terror in his throat. All he can do is whimper helplessly.

[It controls all his feelings and desires.]

Ning Zhen curls up on the bed, his face flushing against his will. Weak gasps slip from his lips, like a fish gasping for water.

An unfamiliar sensation rises from deep within him, quickly sweeping over his entire body and seeming to spread uncontrollably into the depths of his soul.

"Mmm..."

He throws his head back, his arms flushed with a ring of restrained redness, but his eyes glare at the ceiling in anger and fear.

Someone who looks exactly like him is up there, grinning at him seductively, eyes filled with wicked satisfaction.

Ning Zhen wants to fight back, to escape, but the all-powerful person in the mirror closes in on him.

A pale hand grips Ning Zhen's chin, rubbing it suggestively. A damp, sinister breath washes over him.

The person in the mirror whispers in his ear, its chilling laugh sending a shiver through him. "Run, little darling. Let's see how you can escape my grasp."

Ning Zhen's face turns deathly pale. His red lips tremble as he lets the person in the mirror press a wet kiss to them. His mind goes hazy, and he can no longer resist.

Timid, kind little angel with low self-esteem x sinister, cunning, evil person in the mirror

Both are virgins, hehehe

Notes (I'll add more if I think of anything):

1. Bullying yourself doesn't count as bullying. It's a kink.

2. He Yun isn't a disposable scum gong. Potential spoiler, hidden.

3. Zhen Zhen gets bullied early on, but everyone will get what's coming to them later.

4. [Zhen] is a selfcest pairing. Potential spoiler, hidden.

5. Finally, meeting is fate. I hope everyone can chat amicably. If it's not for you, feel free to click the x and remove it from your collection. Inappropriate comments will be deleted. Let's keep the comments section friendly, and I hope you all have a wonderful day every day~

The next two queued novels, one of which I'll start: The Evil Ghost on the Other Side of My Phone Talks Dirty to Me; The Repeatedly Transmigrating Courtesan Beauty Blows Up the Whole Field. If you're interested, please add them to your collection, mia~~

[Preorder Blurb 1] The Evil Ghost on the Other Side of My Phone Talks Dirty to Me

Song Xuyang transmigrates to another world and inexplicably becomes an overworked wage slave, living a monotonous and boring life.

This world is much like Blue Star, except that people are cold toward one another. Even friends keep their distance.

Having once been surrounded by friends, he can't help feeling lonely. More importantly, he has skin hunger.

Every month, there are a few days when it flares up.

When it does, he becomes desperately needy, gasping weakly like a fish out of water, his face tinged with a faint, alluring blush.

In his old world, his friends helped him get through it.

But in a world like this, even briefly touching someone's hand is an extravagant luxury.

Song Xuyang can only grit his teeth and silently endure it alone.

But the symptoms build up. Even putting on his clothes with a little force makes him tremble and gasp, his whole body going weak.

Song Xuyang is at his wits' end.

Then one day, an unfamiliar app appears on his phone. Through it, he matches with a new friend who lives nearby.

His new friend's voice is low and sexy, with a youthful, mellow clarity. Just hearing it makes Song Xuyang blush and his heart race, and he instantly falls head over heels.

They get along wonderfully. When Song Xuyang has an attack, his symptoms ease considerably as his friend soothes him over voice chat.

The only thing Song Xuyang regrets is that, although his new friend is bold and uninhibited on the phone, showering him with sweet talk, he is always a little shy and doesn't dare meet in person.

Perhaps because Song Xuyang thinks about him day and night, he begins dreaming about his new friend.

Just as Song Xuyang imagined, his new friend is understanding, gentle, funny, and bold enough to confess his feelings.

But he wears a mask that can never be removed, making him an utter mystery.

Like a lucid dream he can control, Song Xuyang spends many happy hours with his new friend in his dreams.

When he wakes, he feels a pang of emptiness, but his skin feels sated and fulfilled, like a sponge that has soaked up water.

Song Xuyang wants to find his new friend.

But he is told that an evil ghost has marked him deeply. His human-bait fruit is nearly ripe, and it is almost time to pluck it.

At that point, the evil ghost will take possession of his body and claim his soul, condemning him to eternal torment in hell with no chance of rebirth.

Song Xuyang looks up and calmly asks his friend, "Is what they said true?"

The masked friend grins broadly, rubbing Song Xuyang's lips suggestively. He gives a soft laugh. "Of course... it is."

His friend is honest. He didn't lie.

Song Xuyang nods steadily, then turns his face away, gently wraps his arms around his friend's waist, and buries his face against his chest. In a muffled voice, he says, "Then you can have my soul."

Friend: "..."

This isn't how the script is supposed to go.

A bottom who wants kisses, hugs, and to be lifted up high x a bad top

[Preorder Blurb 2] I, the Monster Magnet and Husband-Killing Fiend

After accidentally picking up a pink invitation, Hua Shu is unknowingly ensnared by an unfamiliar force and falls under a curse.

By day, he works diligently.

By night, he trembles as he struggles to survive.

When night falls, the curse manifests and pulls him into another dazzling, bizarre world filled with absurd monsters and sinister impostors...

As a human, he must conceal his identity. If he's exposed, the monsters will tear him to pieces, leaving him to die a horrible death.

Taking the lessons of his predecessors to heart, Hua Shu carefully plays the role assigned to him. There's just one problem: the role seems a little off.

[Identity Card: You are a wandering courtesan from the countryside, driven to the city to make a living by a devastating famine. Be sure to protect your hidden identity, or something terrible will happen.]

A courtesan?

Hua Shu thinks he must have misread it.

But when the aftereffects of his [Courtesan] identity set in, making him feverishly hot at certain times and desperate to sleep with anyone, human or otherwise, he finally beats his chest in regret.

More importantly, he has another hidden identity.

He opens the hidden identity marked [Top Secret], only to find an ominous mass of mosaic blur. Inside it, the words [human traitor] are written over and over.

Damn, he's a spy.

Expressionless, Hua Shu closes the notification and pretends nothing happened.

After barely making it through his "heat," Hua Shu emerges from his safe house, drenched in sweat and ravenous.

But then some strange, evil monster grabs his butt twice by the roadside. That's when he learns that the world has gone to the dogs and life is truly dangerous.

Hua Shu: "Fuck!"

His native language is exasperation.

Then, with calm composure, he grabs the butt of the monster that just grabbed his.

The monster leaps back in alarm, its ashen hand clutching its butt like a blushing maiden who has just been groped.

Hua Shu smirks. "Not bad."

Watching the monster scramble away, Hua Shu relaxes, surprisingly pleased.

Only by taking the initiative can you have a say in things.

As he ventures further into the bizarre world, Hua Shu discovers the benefits of having both the [Courtesan] and [Human Traitor] identities.

Whenever he kills an ordinary monster, he can obtain its identity card and disguise himself as that creature for a limited time.

Even stranger, sleeping with certain monsters lets him briefly copy part of their abilities. It really doesn't get any crazier than that.

As for how he found out... as a courtesan, he learned the hard way.

To make matters worse, after he sleeps with one monster, the others find him as if they can smell him.

They all make demands, wanting a taste of his deliciousness. Hua Shu clutches his butt in terror, but he can't refuse them at all.

Hua Shu tries to run. If he can't get away, he acts meek while secretly plotting, waiting for the right moment to take all these monsters down.

But strangely, every time he kills one of these monsters, something stirs. His [Hidden Identity] starts to grow again.

One day, the hidden identity finally finishes growing, and Hua Shu taps it.

He stares blankly at the words [Husband-Killing Fiend].

Kill too many "husbands" and there will be consequences.

Plucking flowers without mercy brings the wrath of heaven and the fury of all. Resentment gathers.

The "husbands" Hua Shu killed combine into one enormous monster, terrifyingly powerful and utterly evil. It leaves him nowhere to run and nowhere to retreat.

"Wife, come on. Stab me in the chest." The giant monster points to its heart.

Hua Shu turns pale as he stares at the monster's chest.

He suddenly remembers that one day, after they slept together, he used one of his "husband's" abilities to conjure a source-power dagger out of thin air and stab him to death.

"Wife, why won't you do it? Do you remember how you dug my reproductive organ out with your bare hands in bed?"

Hua Shu turns even greener. He still remembers how, while one monster was enjoying himself, his body suddenly transformed and ripped off something that couldn't be named.

"Wife... you..."

Hua Shu looks like he might cry. His shoulders tremble slightly, and he looks so frail and pitiful that anyone would want to protect him.

"Hubby, I was wrong. Please forgive me." He gazes pitifully at the giant monster, trying to act meek so he can find the right moment to escape.

Monster: "..."

No matter how many times it happens, the countless monsters that make up its very essence will always be captivated by the little beauty before them. He is their most precious treasure, the apple of their eye.

"All right." It opens its bloodstained lips and lovingly kisses Hua Shu on the lips.

Hua Shu: "..."

Its spit is all over his face. Damn it!

A cunning human-traitor liar who plucks flowers without mercy, a beautiful man x a dark, unhinged, doting giant monster formed from the gathered resentment of countless evil monsters

Theme: Though trapped in the mire, the heart still reaches for the sky