After Dressing as a Woman, I Was Confessed to by a Fairy-Tale Prince

Blurb:

I transmigrated into the son of a hunter in a fairy-tale forest.

I figured it was a fairy-tale world because I kept hearing stories about princes and princesses being cursed, then escaping danger and getting a happy ending with the people who rescued them.

Also, my hunter father had made me wear girls’ clothes since I was little, because he’d heard that was the only way to ensure I grew up safe and sound. Since I often wore a red cloak, quite a few people called me Little Red Riding Hood.

I had mixed feelings. Had I been handed the Little Red Riding Hood script? But I didn’t have a grandmother.

I had no interest in going to the royal city to show off how much smarter I was than the people of this era. I was used to life in the forest, so I took up farming instead.

One day, I opened the window and found a bright red rose growing right in front of it, in my vegetable garden. I was baffled. I’d never felt like buying rose seeds, let alone growing such a beautiful rose.

Besides, what kind of good rose could take root, sprout, and bloom in a single day? It had to be either a magical plant or someone under a curse.

I had three options: one, pull it out; two, ignore it; or three, follow the redemption script and ask if it needed help.

I chose to ignore it on the first day. On the second, I found that the rose had turned into a lollipop rose covered in flowers.

I was stunned. Only magic could do that.

I asked if it needed help.

The lollipop rose suddenly reached out a branch and touched my hand, then bent it into the shape of a heart.

Me: “...”

*

I had no idea how to deal with this strange rose.

My father was a bit of a blockhead. When he noticed the rose, he didn’t find it strange at all. He just wanted to pick a couple of flowers and put them in front of my mother’s portrait.

The rose didn’t show anything unusual in front of my father, and let him pick two blooms. I thought it was being generous, but that night it came straight into my room, tossed out the pothos from my vase, and stuffed itself inside.

Once again, I was deeply shaken.

I stroked the rose and asked what kind of help it wanted.

It wrapped around my wrist again, urging me to breathe in its rosy scent.

Maybe the rose spirit in front of me was courting me.

But I’m a man.

Reader’s Guide:

★ Archived on 2024-10-26

Coming soon: The Comments Tell Me Not to Love My Skin-Painting Ghost Brother Too Much

I’m a nobody of a minor official in Luojing City. You’d think my life would be peaceful, but one day I got bound to a livestream System that shares my daily life.

I don’t mind, but are they sure they want to watch the everyday life of an obscure official? This System should have bound itself to one of the aristocratic clans instead. They could watch them sit around chatting with fly whisks, hold court in grand halls with attendants at their beck and call, and toss fruit into their carriages. Now that would be a show.

But if we’re talking about someone unusual, there is one extraordinary person around me: my older brother. He often attends gatherings of the famous in various faces and makes friends with those celebrated men. They have no idea he’s a skin-painting ghost who has lived for a very long time, and that he’s the one who took me in.

My brother and I aren’t particularly close. His moods are unpredictable. Sometimes he says I’m dull and boring; other times he praises me for having a clear mind. One moment he’s cold and distant, the next he clings to me and begs me not to leave. I’m used to it, and I’ve always been patient with him.

Recently, the comments have been telling me not to love my brother too much. They seem to have gotten the wrong idea. He’s a skin-painting ghost who doesn’t even have a stable body. Sometimes he changes skins two or three times in a day. If I really fell for him, wouldn’t I seem fickle, always switching my affections?

To clear up the misunderstanding, I’ve been even colder toward my brother. Even at home, I just read in the study or handle official business. It’s not that I love him too much. I just respect him.

But one day, after getting drunk, my brother hugged me and asked if I thought he was ugly, and if I’d fallen for someone else.

Me: “...” (My brother seems to have said something outrageous.)

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