You transmigrated into the body of a nobody disciple of the Hehuan Sect, and you...
Wait, the Hehuan Sect?!
That's right. You're being sent on an important mission: make sure the visiting Demon Lord is well taken care of!
No way!
Fang Zhiyu turned to run at once. Other people might not know, but he knew the Demon Lord was crazy. He was cold, cruel, merciless, ruthless, and loved tormenting people. He... Huh?
While fleeing, Fang Zhiyu accidentally wandered into a forbidden area, where the Demon Lord, rumored to kill anyone on sight, scooped him up. In a gentle voice, the Demon Lord asked, “Does it hurt? Don't run so fast next time.”
Looking at the Demon Lord, who seemed ready to put him on a pedestal, Fang Zhiyu fell into thought.
Maybe... this wasn't so bad after all?
Fang Zhiyu began living a life of being pampered by the Demon Lord. The only exception was the dual cultivation he wasn't all that keen on, but the Demon Lord insisted on being the one drained of his essence.
Until one perfectly ordinary night, when Fang Zhiyu lay sprawled on the bed, panting with exhaustion, and the Demon Lord, draped over him like a male ghost, suddenly changed his expression.
The next second, a long sword pressed against his vulnerable throat. The Demon Lord asked coldly, “Who sent you?”
Fang Zhiyu: “???”
Help! The Demon Lord really is crazy! The story didn't lie!
*
The Demon Lord had been sitting motionless before his beloved's grave for over three hundred years.
At last, an opportunity came.
Everything went beautifully, except for one small mishap: he hadn't traveled straight into the past. Instead, he'd possessed his past self.
In that case... he had no choice but to apologize to himself.
He suppressed his past self's consciousness and happily took control. The Demon Lord was unwilling to share his beloved with anyone.
Not even with himself.
"Bonus scene"
Fang Zhiyu couldn't take it anymore. The Demon Lord was completely out of his mind.
That morning, the Demon Lord had climbed into his bed after waking up, his gaze dark and unreadable. “Tell me, where did I touch you yesterday?”
That night, the Demon Lord grabbed him by the chin again, his expression fierce as he ground out, “You went to see that person again... Where did he touch you?!”
Can you believe this? How is anyone supposed to stay in the Hehuan Sect?
Fang Zhiyu grabbed his things and ran away again.
Even when he ran into the Demon Lord, he didn't panic at all. He lied without missing a beat, all thanks to his careful planning: he'd already laid the groundwork for a secret rendezvous with the Demon Lord.
Who knew the Demon Lord's face would darken the instant he heard that?
Well, crap. He got the wrong person.
#Can someone come rescue him from the Hehuan Sect#
[A ruthless, brutal demon overlord of few words × a gloomy, repressed male ghost who has been widowed for a century, the top × a beauty who puts on a cool, aloof front but is actually a cheerful, delightfully oblivious bottom]
* My own take on cultivation, with a slight harem-protagonist vibe. Please take note.
* 1v1 happy ending. The top may be keen on having threesomes with himself, but he's fundamentally one person. His personality differs somewhat at different points in time.
Theme: I came to you, just as promised.
