After Kissing the Protagonist Before I Died

Blurb Chu Ji suddenly became able to see brightly colored words floating in the air. From these words, he learned that he was the villain in a cultivation novel. He would be repeatedly humiliated by the protagonist, only to be killed instantly by the protagonist’s sword in the end, becoming the final stepping-stone on the protagonist’s path to godhood. This infuriated Chu Ji, who had always gotten everything he wanted since childhood! Why was he the villain, while the other guy got to be the protagonist? He had to go see what the protagonist looked like. Following the words, Chu Ji got ahead of the plot and found the protagonist, Jun Xueyi. After spending some time with him, Chu Ji discovered that he was indeed just as deserving of death as the words said. Chu Ji ran him through with his sword. Wasn’t the protagonist supposed to kill him instantly at the end? He’d kill the protagonist first! - But the words floating before him only quieted down for a while before becoming lively again. That was when Chu Ji learned that his sword hadn’t killed Jun Xueyi. Instead, it had made him grow stronger even faster than in the story. Knowing Jun Xueyi would take revenge, Chu Ji continued competing for opportunities so Jun wouldn’t become even stronger, while Jun Xueyi looked at him every time as if he wanted to eat him alive. On the day the original ending arrived ahead of schedule, Chu Ji was driven to the edge of despair by an ancient beast in a secret realm. His long sword shattered into two bloodstained pieces. Just then, someone rode a sword through the wind toward him. Snow and frost filled his cool, striking eyes, as if his sword might be drawn at any moment to settle old and new scores once and for all. Caught between a rock and a hard place, Chu Ji wished he could die. Then a line of bold text suddenly floated past his eyes [Kiss the protagonist! If you kiss him, he’ll give you his life!] As if bewitched, Chu Ji tilted his face up. His bloodied lips brushed the young man’s taut, cold lips. The warm, tingling sensation was nothing like the frost-cold touch he had imagined. As he waited to die, Chu Ji thought spitefully that at least he could gross the other guy out before he went. But something was… off about the young man before him. His hand tightened slightly around his sword. His sexy Adam’s apple bobbed, and in the end, he lowered his gaze and glanced at Chu Ji furtively. A faint blush colored the corners of his eyes. He said through clenched teeth, “Somewhere else.” “What?” “…Again.” - Jun Xueyi had always known he was different. He had no control over his birth, or his death. But he’d never imagined that one day someone would run him through the chest with a sword, then hold his chin as if pleased with the sight. “Make sure you see who killed you. If you’re going to complain to the King of Hell, get the right person.” After saying this, the man leaned close to his ear and told him his name, then tossed him off a cliff like a piece of trash. With his life hanging by a thread, Jun Xueyi’s first reaction was excitement, surprise, an uncontrollable rush. He remembered the boy’s carefree, arrogant eyes, the satisfied curl of his lips, and the breathtaking sword intent he’d shown while killing him. So beautiful, he made Jun Xueyi want to… make him his own. 1. An aloof, world-weary top who’s rude, sharp-tongued, and mean to the bottom at first, but begs for love later × an easily provoked, short-tempered, proud little villain bottom. Please bookmark my upcoming story, "After I Personally Undressed the Crown Prince" Zhong Yu’s father commanded an army of three hundred thousand. After pacifying the border, the Emperor issued an edict saying that the borderlands were harsh and the Empress Dowager missed Zhong Yu, so Zhong Yu should return to the capital to serve as the Crown Prince’s study companion. His father thought about it for a moment, then excitedly slapped his thigh and gave Zhong Yu a lecture on loyalty to the Emperor and patriotism. His mother stayed up all night sharpening a fine spear for him, carefully reminding him to protect the Crown Prince. His older brother, Zhong Qing, patted Zhong Yu on the shoulder. “Little brother, don’t be afraid. If anything happens, write to me and I’ll tell you what to do.” Zhong Yu’s eyes filled with tears. With a family like this, what more could he ask for? The Crown Prince, Yu Tingquan, looked like an immortal, dressed in pristine white robes. Everything he said and did was beautiful. He was just too aloof. Zhong Yu secretly wrote to his brother, asking how to get closer to the Crown Prince. His brother wrote back: Call him something sweet, try holding his hand, and make him some soup. Zhong Yu did as instructed and found that the Crown Prince wasn’t so aloof anymore. He just seemed angry. So Zhong Yu asked his brother how to make the Crown Prince happy. His brother wrote back: Share a bed and sleep with your feet touching. You’re both men, so what’s there to be afraid of? Zhong Yu thought that made sense. Hadn’t the best ruler-and-subject relationships in history involved sharing meals and sleeping together? There were precedents! His brother really knew his stuff. So he did as instructed. This time the Crown Prince wasn’t angry, but his face was hot enough to fry an egg. One time, Zhong Yu rolled into the Crown Prince’s arms in his sleep. The next day, the Crown Prince didn’t even return to his own palace. This wasn’t good for their bond as ruler and subject! He hadn’t done it on purpose. He’d dreamed he was back on the grasslands and rolled over without thinking! He hurried to ask his brother. His brother wrote back: Find a chance to close the door and kiss him. Zhong Yu took a deep breath. He didn’t understand, but he did it anyway. He watched the Crown Prince’s fair face turn redder than the sunset. Through gritted teeth, he muttered something about “improper conduct,” “you lecher,” “rude,” and “outrageous,” then ran off. Zhong Yu realized he’d made a huge mistake! The Crown Prince seemed to hate him now! He sent his brother a letter by urgent courier, sparing no expense. His brother sent back an urgent reply just as fast: Kiss him! Kiss his neck, kiss his chest. You’re both men, do I have to teach you how to do it? He also included an illustrated book about romance between two men. Zhong Yu was stunned. Did a ruler and his subject really need to go that far? But things were already strained between him and the Crown Prince. Forget it! Far away on the border, Zhong Qing was pacing in a panic. Neither of them ever gave him a moment’s peace. Why would the Crown Prince hate Zhong Yu? And don’t even get him started on his friend. He couldn’t even pursue a man properly. They were both men, so why were they dragging their feet? A maxed-out fighter who hates studying and can’t be bothered to think bottom × a restrained, courteous, distant, and aloof top Theme: You came before any rule