The Mixed-Blood Scrap Gets Spoiled by the Marshal

My next novel is The Stain on Her Lover. The blurb is at the end. If you're interested, please add it to your collection!

Important: This novel will end and go behind the paywall on August 5! Paid chapters start at Chapter 24!

Blurb:

In his previous life, Song Yu was the young master of a prince's residence. His family disliked him, he had mediocre talent, and despite his handsome looks, he was timid and insecure.

The only rebellious thing he ever did was insist on marrying into a general's household to escape the prince's residence. But he spent three years alone in an empty room before the general shot him dead on the battlefield. He then transmigrated to the distant future and was reborn as a badly injured, dying merfolk hybrid.

A thing called the System left behind a few broken fragments of words before falling completely silent.

[...destroy... villain... please try to survive]

That last line sounded like a curse. He reached out, grabbed a passerby's trouser leg, and begged for help.

When Song Yu learned that the person he'd grabbed was the villain, and that the villain himself had carried him onto a starship, it felt like the sky had fallen.

To make matters worse, the villain looked exactly like the general who had shot him dead in his previous life.

The great villain, Minsk Colon, was the Empire's marshal. He suffered from a mental-power disorder, was cold and brutal, and had killed countless people. Only mental guidance from the merfolk could delay his episodes.

Song Yu feared him. He thought the villain had picked him up only to treat his illness, and that he would be nothing but a tool, locked away and abused, released from his cage only when needed...

Instead, his wounds were healed, he was taught to read, taken shopping for clothes, treated to delicious food, and shown the dazzling interstellar civilization of the Empire.

Song Yu had never experienced such care and kindness before.

And it all came from Minsk Colon.

When the starship landed at the capital planet, Minsk carried Song Yu off himself. Facing the flashing cameras of the media, Minsk pulled him firmly into his arms and pressed his face against his chest.

Song Yu: ...

Minsk Colon seemed nothing like the character described in the stories.

Minsk became Song Yu's temporary guardian. Like any new parent, he gave Song Yu the most luxurious life imaginable, sparing no expense: every material comfort and all the freedom he could want. He gave Song Yu a kind of courage he'd never known in his previous life.

He stood up for Song Yu when the nobles mocked him, and exposed the lie behind his twin younger brother's marriage proposal on the spot. Yet he always kept the most patient, restrained distance from Song Yu.

Song Yu had fallen for Minsk, and he could tell Minsk liked him too, but Minsk wouldn't say a word.

So what if he had a mental-power disorder? Song Yu would treat him!

So what if his birth family had left him with PTSD about intimacy? Song Yu would help him get over it!

So what if he'd grown used to being cold and rational as a marshal? Even when he asked, “Who do you want to love?” he held himself back.

“I want to love you!” Song Yu blurted out.

The great villain, Minsk Colon, looked as flustered and helpless as a young boy.

A reborn merfolk hybrid bottom x an Imperial Marshal, a native of this world, as the top

Blurb for the upcoming The Stain on Her Lover:

[Foxlike bottom who'll do anything to survive x big bad wolf top pretending to be a loyal dog]

Shui Yue was the top host at a high-end KTV in S City. His peerless looks matched his status, but he had two very different faces.

In public, he was sweet-tongued and cheerful, always at the top of the sales charts. In private, he was cold and quiet, and got along badly with his colleagues.

So when someone set him up in a dimly lit private room, he splashed a drink on a powerful big shot.

As everyone around him gasped, “Mr. Huo!”, the lights came on. Shui Yue lowered his head, knowing he'd offended someone he shouldn't have.

Huo Yuncheng was the eldest son of the Huo family, who had been living outside the family. He was brought back two years ago, revived the Huo Group with ruthless methods, and took complete control of it.

Rumor had it that Mr. Huo was ruthless and hot-tempered, and cruel in bed. No one knew how many people he'd played to death, wrapped in white cloth and carried out of his mountain villa...

Mr. Huo was stained with every kind of scandal, yet no one dared provoke him.

His colleagues waited to see how Shui Yue would die, but Shui Yue still wanted to try to save himself.

He'd barely put on his perfect customer-service smile when someone grabbed his chin.

Forced to lift his head, Shui Yue saw Mr. Huo's face, and his fake smile instantly froze.

Huo Yuncheng looked pleased by his alarm. His voice was even more dangerous than his smile. “Long time no see, young master.”

Shui Yue had only one thought: I'm doomed.

Three years ago, Shui Yue had been a young master from a wealthy family, living it up overseas. By a twist of fate, he rescued a man.

The man had been locked in an iron cage, covered in wounds and at death's door. In the darkness, only his eyes still shone with a fierce light.

It was Huo Yuncheng, who hadn't yet returned to his family and had been framed by a gang.

Shui Yue brought him back to his apartment to recuperate. After the man's wounds healed, Shui Yue began using his kindness to demand favors in return.

He kept the man locked in the apartment and made him play all kinds of improper games. Shui Yue loved watching the man's eyes redden as he desperately held back, his jaw clenched...

“Remember, puppy, I saved your life. You have to call me Master.”

Shui Yue looked down at the man kneeling on the floor, unable to get up, his smile even more wicked than his words.

Now their positions had completely reversed.

When Shui Yue was taken to Huo Yuncheng's mysterious villa, all he felt was despair.

He knew this had to be revenge.

Standing in the entryway, Shui Yue heard the door close behind him. His whole body stiffened, and he didn't dare turn around.

Then Huo Yuncheng trapped him in his arms from behind.

The man's plaintive voice sounded by his ear, almost a whisper.

“Master, don't you want your puppy anymore?”

Shui Yue: Wait, is something not right here?

What he couldn't see was that Huo Yuncheng's expression wasn't plaintive at all. It was filled with a frenzied possessiveness.

Theme: Love means acceptance, understanding, steadfast protection, and eternal devotion