Please, Just Force Me Already

The top transmigrated years ago and worked diligently on his own until he became an Immortal Venerable. One day, he found a little boy nearly frozen to death in the snow and happily took him home to raise.

Not long after bringing the boy home, he had a dream.

He dreamed that the world he'd transmigrated into was a melodramatic xianxia master-disciple novel with a high rating, where the top ran and the bottom chased, and the top could never escape. His adopted disciple would fall in love with him over time but suppress his feelings for years, eventually turning dark and deranged, locking him in a black room in an attempt to make him fall in love through prolonged confinement.

The top woke up, fell silent for a moment, then gave the sky an internationally recognized friendly gesture. Lightning chased him and struck him for ages.

He came away unharmed.

Damn it. He couldn't exactly throw the kid back out there!

His young disciple, whose fever kept coming back, saw him being chased by lightning and stumbled out of bed, rushing toward him without a thought for his own safety.

The top's heart, which could never be hard, softened completely.

He sighed and picked up the young disciple, who had fallen and drawn blood. While healing his wounds, he gathered the lightning into a ball and used it to entertain the child.

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Years later, the two had become a master and disciple known throughout the cultivation world for being staunchly opposed to same-sex relationships, standing out for their wholesome purity among all the adult-rated master-and-disciple stories.

By then, the master was looking at his increasingly handsome and dashing disciple and had lost two long hairs from worry.

The disciple who searched far and wide for rare treasures to make him happy. The disciple who reported his every move whenever he went out so the master wouldn't worry. The disciple who remembered everything he liked, even the things he didn't know he liked himself. The young disciple who was cold and unapproachable to everyone else, but smiled and acted cute whenever he was with the master.

As a gay man whose sexual orientation was men, why on earth had he rejected the black-room scenario back then and insisted on building himself a homophobic persona?

He'd even turned his disciple into one!

Damn it!

Then, when the top's friend enthusiastically recommended another potential date to him, the bottom finally couldn't take it anymore and locked his master in a black room.

The master was stunned. The master couldn't believe it. The master was overjoyed!

Then he saw his young disciple staring at him, taking deep breaths again and again, his veins standing out as he fought to hold himself back, not daring to go any further.

Master: "..."

The master thought despairingly, It's over. My disciple is homophobic.

The disciple also thought despairingly, It's over. My master is homophobic.

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