Why Does This Pretty Boy Keep Biting People?

[The whole novel is finished and ready to post! Updates every chapter! No controlling behavior! Comments welcome!]

Coming next: Widowed, and Now All My Alternate Personalities Are in Play and Go Away! You Said You Hated Me!

Please, please go check them out on my profile! Their blurbs are at the very end~

Jian Huahua, a beautiful and dangerous, yet naive and slow-witted corpse flower.

A first-year student at a certain university, she fell in love with an upperclassman upon enrolling, only to be "betrayed." After he dumped her, she underwent a second differentiation and discovered, to her shock, that she wasn't human!

Fang Quan, head of the Operations Department at the Heresy Investigation Bureau.

He went to the university to arrest a certain S-rank heresy who had become a teacher there. But when Jian Huahua underwent her second differentiation, she ate the target.

At night, the corpse flower swayed in the campus breeze.

The core of an SSS-rank mental corruption emerged, and a timid young man stepped out. The first thing he saw was a pale ankle, dazzling white. Above it...

"S-sorry..."

Jian Huahua's chin was pinched. His Adam's apple bobbed nervously, and his voice trembled.

He lied, deceived people, and talked back, but once he started crying, he just wouldn't stop.

Fang Quan thought that if he were the one raising him, the first thing he'd do was teach him some "manners."

Since Jian Huahua had a special talent, Fang Quan had no choice but to keep him close and supervise him.

Until one day, someone knocked on the door of their home

Fang Quan opened it. The visitor was dressed in a suit and wore a faintly amused smile.

"Hello. Have you seen my flower?"

Hearing the noise, Jian Huahua ran in barefoot and threw himself into the visitor's arms. "Uncle Shen Jian!"

Shen Jian, Chief Operating Officer of Guanlan Technology Group.

Ten years ago, he adopted an experimental failure called "Huahua" from the Reverse Cross Star Research Institute, named him Jian Huahua, and raised him as if he were an ordinary human being.

But after all those years of raising his flower, it took only two days at university for a white-haired guy to set his sights on him. Shen Jian had finally managed to outmaneuver the white-haired guy, but when he got back from a business trip, he learned that the Heresy Investigation Bureau had taken Huahua away.

Shen Jian lowered his head and kissed Jian Huahua's forehead tenderly.

"Good boy, why have you gotten so thin?"

With all the paperwork in order, Fang Quan could only watch as Jian Huahua was taken away.

After night fell, Shen Jian pinched a certain flower's cheek. Its flesh spilled over his fingers, more than one hand could hold.

"Good boy... I should have locked you up..."

The obedient flower looped his arms around the other's neck and eagerly pressed himself into his embrace.

Soon

Guanlan Technology was exposed for illegal dealings with the Reverse Cross Star Research Institute, and Shen Jian found himself in a drawn-out contest with Fang Quan.

Meanwhile, the S-rank heresy "ex-boyfriend" Jian Huahua was supposed to have "eaten" mysteriously came back to life. Jian Huahua was so shocked he even forgot to suck on the candied hawthorn skewer in his mouth.

Bai Xu, an elegant, violent, yet melodramatic secretary bird.

An experimental subject who escaped from the Reverse Cross Star Research Institute. He had known Jian Huahua since their time at the institute, but when he finally found him again, Jian Huahua had forgotten everything. To evade the many people hunting him, he had always taken the form of his natural enemy, a snake.

"Hiss!"

Bai Xu hoisted Jian Huahua over one shoulder and ran.

Jian Huahua sank his teeth into the bad guy who had "fallen for someone else."

But in the next second, he got slapped hard in return.

Jian Huahua glared through tear-filled eyes and protested, "Don't hit Huahua!"

Reader notes:

1. Not a harem magnet, not a shou-centric story, no love-triangle showdown.

2. Everyone is sexually inexperienced; no playing the field.

3. The story begins before Jian Huahua and Bai Xu get together. The three love interests appear in an interwoven order.

[Note: A guide to eating corpse flowers: They're fragrant, tempting, very sensitive, and possessive.]

Here's another blurb:

Widowed, and Now All My Alternate Personalities Are in Play

[The whole novel is being written in advance~ Coming in May~]

He woke up in a sanatorium with no memories. The doctor told him his name was Tong Zhi, and that after his husband died, the shock had driven him to his current state. He returned home to find traces of their life together everywhere, but strangely, there wasn't a single photo of his husband.

Fortunately, his husband had left him a large sum of money.

Rich, beautiful, widowed, and strong. Surely life would get better.

He put away all his husband's belongings and focused on living his new life. The day before, he'd arranged to meet someone introduced by a neighborhood committee auntie. But when he opened his eyes again, he was inside a horror game.

He's afraid of ghosts! Hey! (#`O′)

Doll Infant Town: The Puppet Master

[The Puppet Master: Who did you mistake me for just now? Your husband?]

On the first night the young wife seeking a child entered Doll Infant Town, something touched his ankle.

It was cold, thin, like an invisible thread brushing gently against him.

Then it touched his waist, the back of his neck, his spine.

The thing had no body, yet it was everywhere.

It was in the air, in the shadows, in the dip beside his bed while he slept.

It traced his outline with threads and wrapped its arms around him from behind.

"Poor thing, you're so scared."

Its sticky voice crawled into his ear.

By dawn, the young wife discovered that his belly was beginning to swell

He got his wish and was "seeded."

The Immortal Tailor Shop: The Collector

[The Collector: Madam, do you remember which row I stood in on the day your husband was buried?]

All of the young madam was reflected in the three mirrors. Her plain satin dress cinched tight around her waist, as narrow as the strip of white that a hempen mourning sash had left on the day she became a new widow.

"Turn around."

The shopkeeper sat in a high-backed chair with his legs crossed, not looking at him.

Tong Zhi turned as instructed, his legs slender and frail.

When he reached the third mirror, a pair of hands in velvet gloves measured his waist.

"You've lost an inch. They haven't been taking good care of you, have they, madam?"

There was nothing beneath the velvet, only the shape of protruding bones.

The hands moved slowly up his side through the satin, counted each vertebra, then leisurely slipped into his hair and grabbed it, yanking his head back.

"How many times do I have to remind you? Take care of yourself."

Winter Solstice Banquet: The Beast:

I heard your dog died. That's great! Oh, I don't mean it like that...

I mean, maybe you need a new dog?

Shadow Patrol: The Judge:

What, you call your husband "brother" too? You're quite the flirt, aren't you?

Psychological Counseling Room: Number Zero:

Every time you tell people your husband is dead, I want to punish you like this.

Crimson Wedding: Special Event

The young widower wore a white suit. Across from him stood five identically dressed androids.

All wore the same pure-white, featureless masks.

The audience's tips raced across the screen: "Take off the masks! Show us the grooms' real faces! Let's bet on which one loses control first!"

[Unlock the first interaction based on live tip rankings]

[Task: Remove one groom's mask]

Bosses*n: Widowed? Being widowed is great...

Tong Zhi didn't know that all these bosses had split off from his own personalities, and that they had all come for him.

Reader notes:

1. I like writing my kinks, and there are lots of original settings.

2. Everyone is sexually inexperienced. Around ten game instances; multiple love interests compete later on.

3. Tong Zhi has dissociative identity disorder, but he doesn't know it.

Go Away! You Said You Hated Me!

Eighteen-year-old Xiao Man is NPC-074, the AI customer service agent for the horror game The Corridor.

Its "interaction module" is so lifelike that strange customers keep showing up whenever it answers questions.

Until one day, a cold, malicious hand went too far... He was so startled that he jerked, accidentally knocking over the warm milk on the table.

"Ugh..."

Xiao Man finally burst into tears, sobbing so hard he could barely breathe. That night, NPC-074's intense emotional outburst triggered a series of error codes in the game's backend, causing complete chaos.

His punishment came: Xiao Man was put in solitary confinement.

He hugged his knees, his bare toes curled tensely. His voice trembling, he began reporting his list of misdeeds to his unseen masters: "I-I broke the security system... knocked over the director's potted plant... and-and bit Mr. Skinner's finger..."

His voice grew quieter with every word. His damp eyelashes drooped as he apologized over and over, even though he had no idea where he'd gotten the strength or nerve to do any of it. "I'm sorry... Could you, could you not take away Manman's milk?"

On the other side of the surveillance screens,

several gazes silently focused on the trembling little figure in the solitary room.

A cold, synthesized electronic voice spoke:

"Has he really awakened, or is he just reacting like that?"

Another voice followed, low and unmistakably amused and cruel:

"What's the fun in guessing? Why not... toss him into an instance and see?"

After a brief silence, a third voice cut in, much gentler:

"Don't rush. We don't want to scare him too badly."

Note: Everyone interacting with Xiao Man is a love interest. There are no other characters.

Written on January 5, 2026

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