Can a Villain from a Male-Oriented Novel Get Caught in a Love Triangle Too? [Quick Transmigration]

Gessan, heir to the throne of the Aoleus Empire, was diagnosed with a severe genetic disease at birth. Like a fragile glass doll, he spent eighteen years shut away in the palace, never venturing out. One day, his terminal was infected by a virus. [Data Loading...404!] […] [Welcome, Host, to the Male-Oriented Novel Universe. Your role: male-oriented novel villain.] [Your strengths: Wealth, good looks, resources, and a large following.] [Your weaknesses: Arrogant temperament, no real ability, and the male leads' biggest rival in their quest to outdo each other.] [Your mission: Humble yourself and act like a lackey, lower the male leads' rivalry, and make their power fantasy more satisfying.] Gessan (coughing up blood): ...I'm already like this, and they're still competing with me? A lackey? Let whoever wants to be one do it. [Showbiz: The Talentless Little Mentor Despised by Straight Trainees] He entered showbiz relying on his privileged background and pretty face, gaining a large fanbase who followed him for his looks, but he had no real talent. Arrogant and looking down on his juniors, he was like an untouchable flower atop a mountain. As a mentor, he was despised by the many straight male trainees who valued actual skill. The male lead, Wei Feng, wanted to mess with this useless, talentless little mentor, so during the first stage performance, he invited him onstage to dance together. Up close, the little mentor had skin like ice and jade, like a thousand-year-old snow lotus plucked from a mountaintop. Brush away the ice crystals on its petals, and beneath them appeared a tender core too delicate to withstand even the slightest bend. Unable to help himself, Wei Feng gave the soft flesh at the little mentor's waist a light pinch. Wei Feng's straight-man heart fluttered. Ten days later, when he saw the little mentor again, Wei Feng happened to notice the bruises around his waist as he raised his hand. He froze and grabbed him. "How did you get those injuries?" The little mentor gave him a listless look. "...Your uncle, the president of that brand's main sponsor, grabbed me." . [Wealthy Family: The Arrogant Uncle Who Bullies the Dragon-Prince Biological Heir] He was the debauched, flirtatious uncle in a wealthy-family novel. After the fake heir's identity was exposed and the biological heir returned to the family, he refused to accept the real heir, sneering at his poor background. Every day, he took the fake heir out to drink and have fun, while freezing out the real heir. The real heir, Qi Nian'an, dressed plainly, accidentally wandered into his uncle's party. At the time, he didn't dare speak much, afraid his country accent would give away his humble origins. Red wine, vulgar and sultry in color, streamed down the uncle's porcelain-white cheek and bloomed into a vivid flower on the carpet. Qi Nian'an saw his uncle, who was always so aloof and superior toward him, acting spoiled with the fake heir. His face was flushed from drinking as he leaned against the fake heir's back and muttered, "Carry me to my room... Just carry me for a little while..." It was the first time the poor boy had felt jealousy burn in his heart. Three years later, after securing his place in the Qi family, the first thing he did was bring back the uncle who had fled overseas. The mountain he'd once thought he'd never be able to climb, held in his arms, turned out to have a waist so slender it could be grasped in one hand. His uncle's pale hand gripped the sheets, his eyes red at the corners. "You... damn it, weren't you straight?" After just one night, his uncle, who claimed he could do anything, came down with a fever that wouldn't break and fell seriously ill. The fake heir, Qi Zilu, leaned against the doorframe, his tall body casting a shadow. "Uncle's in poor health. Are you trying to kill him, you uncouth country bumpkin?" [Cultivation: The One Beautiful Master Among a Group of Old Men Who Could Have Come Straight Out of a Male-Oriented Web Novel] [Campus: The Polished, Self-Serving Top Student Teased by Straight Men as the 'Campus Belle'] [Imperial Examinations: The Little Top Scorer, a Peacock Raised by His Family] [Reader's Guide] *Straight-man slayer, a flirtatious, fussy, sickly beauty bottom × willingly seduced, split-piece top *The bottom is an aloof beauty in public and a fussy little heiress in private *The top is split into multiple pieces, and every piece is sexually inexperienced *Occasional hints of coercive romance *Love-triangle showdowns, lots and lots of them. That's the author's thing. I'm a sucker for trashy drama. *Hope you enjoy reading~ ---The neighboring serial, *After the Hated One Became the Demon King's Sacrifice*, is now underway--- Fifteen hundred years ago, the Seraph Sarafiel did something huge: he smacked the newly crowned Demon King straight into the ground with one wing and sealed him away. After accomplishing a miracle through sheer force, Sarafiel lost all his power, died peacefully, and reincarnated in the human world as an unlucky showbiz cannon fodder. He acted well, but people smeared his name. Whenever others stirred up trouble, he took the blame. The agent who had been with him for ten years acted one way to his face and another behind his back, switched allegiance, and teamed up with his rival to crush him. He sat on a rooftop eating ice cream while a crowd below shouted, "Three, two, one, jump!" Qiu Yunan (whose real identity was Sarafiel): You think I'll jump just because you say so? Are you my dad? I'm not jumping. It'll drive you crazy. While Qiu Yunan was still enjoying the rooftop breeze, all the giant screens in the CBD suddenly switched from entertainment news smearing his name to an emergency disaster broadcast. The footage showed a huge shadow beneath the water off the west coast. A moment later, towering waves surged, and something burst through the water. A monster. All the giant screens went dead. A natural disaster struck, and the apocalypse arrived earlier than anyone had expected. - Heaven received good news! Sarafiel, the greatest, purest, most revered angel, missing for fifteen hundred years, had finally been found in the human world! Hell received good news too! Those stinking angels were planning to tear open a passage between the three realms. The demons could use the opportunity to demand a pretty sacrifice from the human world and break the Demon King's seal! Yay! A few days later, Heaven and Hell each got their saint and sacrifice. The angels shouted about justice, virtue, and Lord Sarafiel (QAQ) as they rushed forward, but... why did this "Lord Sarafiel" smell so bad? The demons tied their sacrifice up for a blood ritual, only to discover that the sacrifice was... brimming with enough light elements to blind them? Was this really not an angel? And the most hated kind, at that! Qiu Yunan, who had inexplicably become Hell's sacrifice: ? Qiu Yunan's rival, who had gone to great lengths to become Heaven's saint: ... (Listen to me explain!) The human world, struggling through the apocalypse and waiting for Heaven and Hell to arrive with the aid they'd been bribed to provide: TAT Where are the angels? Where are the demons? Someone save us! [Bonus Scene] They say the Demon King was sealed fifteen hundred years ago by a despicable angel and still hasn't woken up. Qiu Yunan joined the demons in their righteous anger. "That angel was completely out of his mind!" After the smoke of the battle to lift the seal cleared, a black tail covered in hard scales wrapped around Qiu Yunan's waist. The vertical pupils of the black demon dragon stared at Qiu Yunan, its gaze dark and unreadable. Qiu Yunan: "Y-you are...?" "I am... the last demon dragon in Hell, the Demon King Chaos, crowned by the will of Hell fifteen hundred years ago." Also the poor soul you'd kept sealed away for fifteen hundred years. Qiu Yunan looked at Chaos: Not bad. He's still full of energy after being sealed away so long. Healthy and strong, a real dragon survivor! Chaos looked at Qiu Yunan: ...He forgot me ▼_▼ I'll have to think of a way to make him remember. (Wags tail) - 1v1, a crowd-pleasing, sharp-tongued angel bottom with maximum lively charm × Demon King top who spent fifteen hundred years pining for his wife [Reader's Guide] *Mindless feel-good fiction. Please don't overthink it QVQ *Unconventional cyberpunk mixed with my own take on fantasy, set in an alternate future world where capital and entertainment rule everything, and people live for entertainment *The human world gets the full groveling apology treatment. The bottom is adored by everyone in both Heaven and Hell. *Face-slapping and recruiting followers, with a little romance on the side. The couple is all sweetness~ Theme: Never give up on yourself.