After Using My Brother as a Stand-In Backfires [ABO]

[The latter half has been rewritten, and the plot now goes in a completely different direction. I'm not responsible for anything in pirated copies, okay? =w=]

Lin Huiming is a gloomy, antisocial Beta on the fringes of society.

He has no family, no friends, and nothing in his life but data.

Yet he harbors a crush on his senior, an Alpha whose very genes spell perfection.

So he stole the man's DNA.

He wanted to make a replacement, one that could satisfy some unmentionable desires.

But when the growth pod opened and the bewildered boy took his hand and called him "Big Brother"...

His fingertips suddenly began to tremble uncontrollably.

·

Lin Huiming adopted the boy and took him to hide in a remote city.

He taught him to read and sent him to school.

On the line marked "Guardian" in the boy's file, he solemnly signed his own name.

Lin Huiming was immersed in the happiness of having a family, completely ignoring the increasingly dark look in his younger brother's eyes.

Until the night the other boy came of age...

Before the candles on the cake had even gone out, the young Alpha gripped his wrist, his breath hot as he said:

"Big Brother, I love you."

Lin Huiming slapped him and lost his temper for the first time:

"Disgusting!"

·

Lin Cheng had loved his creator since he was little.

He loved the redness around his eyes after a late night, the focused profile as he mixed nutrient solutions, and the clumsy tenderness that occasionally showed through.

He thought they belonged only to each other, until that day

Lin Cheng saw his beloved Beta older brother nestled in the arms of an Alpha who looked exactly like him.

The man was looking his way, smiling meaningfully.

At last, Lin Cheng understood.

"So... I'm just a replacement."

·

Lin Huiming was imprisoned in the "home" they once shared.

On an old surveillance recording, his younger self was passionately licking the stolen test tube...

"Do you see it now? Back then... how desperately you wanted my genes?"

Lin Huiming trembled and turned his face away, but a hand gripped his chin and forced him to look back.

"What are you pretending for now?"

The person behind him sneered, a large hand covering his waist.

"You made me... wasn't this exactly what you made me for?"

A seemingly domestic but secretly obsessive Beta big brother x a seemingly sunny but secretly twisted Alpha little brother

Fake-incest melodrama, twisted love; both the top and bottom are messed up, and the senior isn't a good person either

One-on-one, both are each other's first and only; the senior is part of their play =w=

Korean webtoon style, completely unhinged and wildly dramatic. Don't relate it to real life.

The two leads are not blood-related and aren't on the same household register. "Big Brother" and "Little Brother" are just forms of address.

Coming soon:

After the Immortal Venerable's Lover Faked His Death: Historical ABO, father-son rivalry for a lover, melodramatic partner swap

The Immortal Venerable had profound cultivation and was a god whom Xie Qiu looked up to like the sun and moon.

Becoming his disciple had once been Xie Qiu's greatest good fortune.

Until he presented as a Kunze and his heat hit without warning.

That man pinned him to the bed, pierced the back of his neck with his canine teeth, and gave him a scorching heat scent.

When he came to, Xie Qiu asked in a trembling voice:

"Master, did I... sully you?"

The man wiped his fingers, his voice as gentle as if soothing a child:

"Kunze are naturally lustful. It's not A-Lu's fault."

"But don't let anyone else find out."

Xie Qiu nodded, his face pale.

·

Xie Qiu had once been Gu Yuejin's most prized disciple.

Later, he became his master's most secret shame.

"The world below the mountain is dangerous."

So his master clasped a silver chain studded with talismans around his ankle.

"Your fellow disciples are vile."

So his master crushed the communication jade slips he received and severely punished anyone who came near him.

"Your spiritual meridians are special..."

So his master's canine teeth pierced the back of his neck, and on nights of the full moon, he locked him in his bedchamber.

Everyone envied Xie Qiu: the Immortal Venerable's sole personal disciple, with a cave dwelling right beside his master's bedchamber.

No one saw the red marks on his wrists that never faded, and no one cared that his face grew paler by the day.

Until one snowy night, Xie Qiu snapped the spiritual lock around his neck and leaped from the Immortal-Fall Cliff.

·

Ten years later, a masked Immortal Lord Xie appeared at Xiaoyao Mountain.

He took in homeless Kunze, teaching them sword forms, medicine, and how to conduct themselves in the world.

Yet he himself kept waking from nightmares, his heat scent in disarray and his spiritual meridians aching.

Whenever he woke, he could always sense his disciple Tianshu standing outside the door.

His gentle, steady heat scent drifted in, mending Xie Qiu's shattered consciousness.

Tianshu cared for him and protected him, using his young, fervent heart to light up Xie Qiu's world.

But when Gu Yuejin came to the door and Xie Qiu drew his sword to protect Tianshu, the man only sneered, his gaze scraping across Tianshu's face like an icy blade.

"A-Lu, haven't you noticed? That little beast you've kept at your bedside for seven years...

"His name is Gu Fangjue. He's my flesh and blood, the young master of the Golden Feather Pavilion."

Xie Qiu looked sharply at Tianshu. That face bore an astonishing resemblance to Gu Yuejin's when he was young.

Tianshu's lips trembled. "Master..."

Xie Qiu shoved him away and staggered backward, a metallic sweetness rising in his throat.

That's right, they looked so alike...

How had he never noticed?

Coming soon 2:

The Abandoned Beauty in Ink and Wash: A second-chance romance and a regretful-ex's redemption

Shen Yan was a prodigy in the traditional Chinese painting department.

He was like an ink painting himself: porcelain-pale and cool, the most popular Omega at the academy of fine arts.

He had never fallen for anyone, until that person appeared

Jiang Ye, the young master of the Jiang family, with a heady liquor scent and a bold, uninhibited nature.

He pulled Shen Yan out from among the ink and paper and spent lavishly on him.

He paid his tuition, organized an exhibition for him, and helped him escape the rotten Shen family.

No one had ever treated him so well.

So despite Jiang Ye's notorious playboy reputation, Shen Yan still fell for him.

His first love took everything he had.

He laid out paper and mixed ink for Jiang Ye, washed his hands to make him meals, and even let him mark him.

Until the heat before graduation. Shen Yan burned all over, enduring until late at night with suppressants.

But that man arrived late, smelling strongly of a sweet Omega.

"I'm bored."

Jiang Ye tore up the painting he'd given him and threw it into the rain.

"A well-behaved student like you gets boring after a while."

·

After Jiang Ye went abroad, Shen Yan had his mark removed.

A scorching needle pierced his gland, burning away their entire past.

He barely managed to piece himself back together, but he could no longer paint with inspiration.

A few years later, a junior persuaded Shen Yan to work as a consultant at a design firm.

He heard his new boss was a difficult Alpha, so he prepared a dose of suppressants in advance.

He opened the door, and the familiar scent of strong liquor hit him.

Jiang Ye sat there in a suit, his presence imposing.

But Shen Yan noticed something:

The black-and-white profile picture in the group chat was the very profile of the man he'd secretly painted after catching a fleeting glimpse of him as a young man.

On a rainy night, that man waited outside his home, water dripping from his bangs as he asked cautiously:

"Shen Yan, could you... paint me another one?"

Shen Yan sneered:

"Mr. Jiang, my paintings are very expensive now."

"Sixty thousand per square foot. If you want one, contact a gallery yourself."

Jiang Ye watched him walk away, his face pale.

·

What Jiang Ye never said was that he had kept that painting by his side all along.

For five years abroad, he worked himself to the bone by day, and at night he'd take out those old paintings and breathe in the lingering scent of ink.

He once lost the most precious thing in his life.

Now he would win it back, little by little.

Theme: Cherish the person in front of you.