Your Scent Is So Good [Not Related by Blood]

-- This novel is being expanded into a medium-length work. The first eight chapters will be replaced by December 15 --

[Cool, stern bottom vs. skilled-at-pretending, gloomy top]

Zhou Yu is the adopted son of the Zhou family, the most prominent family in City A. His younger brother, Shen Yan, is the real young master of the Zhou family whom Zhou Yu found and brought home. The two of them had always been inseparable.

He realized something was wrong with his younger brother on an exceptionally dark night.

His head splitting with pain, he got up to fetch some painkillers, only to discover someone leaning half across his body.

The person pressed close to him, one hand wandering restlessly over his body.

He grabbed that hand and demanded, "What are you doing?"

Shen Yan lifted his head from Zhou Yu's chest and asked with a smile, "Brother, does it feel good?"

Zhou Yu's scalp prickled. He hurriedly flung the other man's hand away, showing anger for the first time.

"Get out."

Shen Yan really did leave.

But from then on, every night when Zhou Yu closed his eyes, all he could see was his younger brother's face, wearing a provocative smile.

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To Shen Yan, the person who rescued him from the mire was a god.

At a banquet filled with clinking glasses, people poured one glass of red wine after another for his brother. A faint flush spread across his snow-white cheeks.

So Shen Yan half-carried and half-supported his brother to the hotel room he had booked in advance.

In the darkness, his brother's restrained gasps became fertile ground for his growing desire.

Lowering his brows, he helped his brother find relief for the first time. In the sealed room, the person beneath his hands let him do as he pleased.

Afterward, his gaze wild with madness, he gently stroked the peaceful sleeping face of the person beside him.

Brother, you are mine, so you can only look at me.

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In the tightly sealed cell, he buried his face against his brother's neck, breathing him in frantically.

"Brother, every time I see you talking to someone else, I can't help wanting to strangle them."

Zhou Yu was clearly furious. He swung around and slapped him, hard enough to make a frightening sound.

Half of Shen Yan's face turned red, but he only caught Zhou Yu's hand and pressed it against his cheek. His eyes held a bone-deep infatuation.

"Brother, you smell so good."

His brother's furious voice rang beside his ear:

"Do you know this is incest?!"

Shen Yan chuckled and leaned closer, the last line of defense on the verge of collapse. "Incest? What are you talking about? Don't you know whether we're related by blood?"

Note: A self-indulgent work written for my own tastes, fake siblings, a coercive-love series in novella form, one-on-one, both leads sexually inexperienced, with some imprisonment scenes. Please stop reading if that's not for you. It may be slightly angsty (maybe).

Theme: Be careful of people around you who have bad intentions