The Cannon Fodder Top Is Forced to Rise to the Top (Quick Transmigration)

World One: Spoiled, useless second-generation immortal x lovestruck, pure-hearted Long Aotian

Wen Shiyu doesn't like the new junior disciple.

The young man is extraordinarily gifted and full of youthful spirit. With a single sword, he sweeps away evil and demons, earning the admiration of his elders and fellow disciples and stealing all of Wen Shiyu's thunder.

Wen Shiyu grits his teeth in resentment, but the other man loves sucking up to him. Whenever he has a spare moment, he follows Wen Shiyu around, smiling as he calls him Senior Brother.

As a notorious spoiled young villain of the immortal sect, Wen Shiyu's dictionary doesn't contain the word "suffer." If he dislikes someone, he makes their life miserable.

He threatens him in the harshest terms, makes him do the most exhausting work, and heaps on sarcasm, mockery, and disdain, doing whatever makes him feel better.

But whenever Wen Shiyu picks on him, the other man gazes at him with burning eyes, as if he enjoys every moment and isn't angry at all.

Wen Shiyu tries every trick in the book and fails time and again, until at last he flies into a rage out of sheer embarrassment.

When no one is around, he forces a bowl of truth serum down the man's throat, plants a foot on his chest, and revels in the satisfaction of indulging his spiteful nature.

But he doesn't get to see the man show his true colors and curse him out. Instead, a scorching hand suddenly grips his ankle.

"Senior Brother..."

The white-robed young man's gaze burns as he looks up at Wen Shiyu, his voice hoarse as he speaks from the heart: "I want to fuck you."

Wen Shiyu: "...?"

World Two: Shameless, debauched, carefree alpha x cold on the outside, warm on the inside, repressed and secretly sultry Omega

Wen Shiyu doesn't like his commanding officer.

The man never smiles, is cold as ice, and does everything by the book. His collar is always buttoned to the very top, and he's as strict as a robot running a preset program.

With him around, Wen Shiyu can't skip work, arrive late, or leave early. He can't flop around wherever he pleases, and he can't even ignore the strict boundaries between alphas and Omegas to have a good time with a pretty little Omega!

How can anyone put up with that? Wen Shiyu keeps making trouble, both openly and behind his back. He says sweet things while plotting against him, plays both sides, and even works up the nerve to flirt with him, determined to make this self-righteous boss so uncomfortable he'll leave.

Then one day, Wen Shiyu hears muffled moans coming from behind the lounge door.

The door is ajar. His superior's stern features are flushed with desire as he bites his lip and injects himself with a suppressant. The cramped, dim lounge is filled with the sweet pheromones of an Omega in heat, enough to drive any alpha mad.

Wen Shiyu lingers for a long while, then strolls into the room and locks the door behind him.

"Commander, you wouldn't want anyone finding out your secret, would you?"

The Omega's eyes are red-rimmed. He slowly reaches out and clutches Wen Shiyu's pant leg, lowering his gaze as he whispers, "Don't tell anyone... I'll do anything you want."

World Three: Indulgent, debauched, foolish tyrant x ruthless, effeminate chief eunuch

Wen Shiyu doesn't like his chief eunuch.

Just because the man raised him for a time when he was young, he dares to act as if he's the emperor's teacher. He manipulates the court, monopolizes power, and is revered as the Nine-Thousand-Year-Old.

Wen Shiyu is the emperor, yet around him he always feels like an ignorant child being disciplined and constrained at every turn.

Wen Shiyu has long resented being controlled by this eunuch, neither man nor woman. The other man controls the court, so Wen Shiyu can't touch him there, but he can always find other ways to get even.

They say eunuchs' physical deformity often twists their minds, and they regard that sort of thing as a great humiliation, something that must never be mentioned or touched upon.

Wen Shiyu means to strike a nerve. Not only will he hit where it hurts, he'll grind his heel into it several times.

The Nine-Thousand-Year-Old sits on the imperial bed, powerful enough to blot out the sky, and rolls up his sleeves to remove the emperor's boots. Wen Shiyu's wicked thoughts get the better of him. Before the terrified eyes of the servants, he grabs the Nine-Thousand-Year-Old by his fair chin and speaks in a frivolous, mocking tone, humiliating him to the utmost:

"I still need a servant girl to warm my bed. Teacher has attended to every one of my needs for years. I wonder if you could handle the job?"

The Nine-Thousand-Year-Old lowers his phoenix eyes slightly and gives an order. The servants file out one after another.

Wen Shiyu is startled.

Wait, this isn't how this was supposed to go!

* One-on-one pairing, both lovers' first love, quick transmigration, and the top and bottom are the same person

* At heart, this is about the playful antics of a pair who love to hate each other. Later on, their feelings become very mutual

* Extreme top- or bottom-focused readers, stay away. There are top- and bottom-focused fans, and anyone who isn't into this should steer clear

Theme: Companionship is the longest-lasting confession of love