Weren't You Supposed to Be Straight?

The next novel, "Impostor Alert (Infinite)," is now open for follows! ~

Blurb:

You Xingwen is a former professional esports player and now a gaming streamer with millions of followers. He's famous for his skill: incredible gameplay, and a face that's almost unfairly handsome.

The straight men he's turned gay could walk around the Earth three times, and his fans are always pairing their streamer with anyone they can think of.

But You Xingwen is a total straight guy, and he swears, "There is absolutely no way I'll ever turn gay."

"..."

But now, there's a man lying in his bed, gazing at him with the wounded look of someone thinking, "Oh my god, look at this scumbag who got what he wanted and left."

And yet they were sworn enemies who would love nothing more than to see the other drop dead.

You Xingwen took a deep breath, his expression solemn. "I was drunk. Nothing happened last night. I'll say I blacked out, and you'd better forget it too."

The other man: "Why should I?"

"Aren't you a straight guy? Why the hell should I? Get lost!" In the end, You Xingwen couldn't help swearing.

Ever since that accident, this other "straight guy" hadn't been awkward about it at all. Instead, he had started secretly trying to seduce him.

Like right now.

You Xingwen turned to leave, but the other man grabbed his wrist. With a slight tug, You Xingwen lost his balance and fell onto the bed, pinned beneath him.

The other man leaned close to his ear and called him "big brother" again and again.

You Xingwen went rigid. He wanted to curse, but kept his face blank and forced out, "I'm straight!"

"Mm, you're straight, and so am I."

The other man agreed with his words, but his hands were anything but well-behaved.

"Two straight guys taking care of each other's physical needs is perfectly normal, right?"

"After all, neither of us likes men. Anything goes."

Bonus scene:

Wei Chengzhou had been surfing the internet at 5G speed these past few days, soaking up all kinds of trending jokes and stale memes.

That very night, he eagerly sauntered over to You Xingwen, put on a pitiful little face, and gave him a look that was three parts wounded, three parts stubborn, and three parts heartbreakingly adorable. The other ninety-one parts were all an act. Then he pitched his voice and said:

"Big brother, does not relying on you anymore mean I've grown up?"

You Xingwen didn't even lift an eyelid. Wondering what the hell he was doing now, he curled his lip and replied coolly, "It means you're an idiot."

No need to tell me if you're dropping the novel. Just move on, okay? Love you all! ~

Reader's Guide:

■ No real-person inspirations

■ The love interest and protagonist are both virgins, absolutely 1v1, both each other's first love

■ Contains profanity. If that's not for you, please don't read

■ The protagonist is one month older than the love interest

■ Includes livestream interactions with fans

■ Cool, aloof, and cocky VS warm, flirtatious, and shameless

■ Sworn enemies, they really are sworn enemies! If you can't accept some of their "sworn enemy" behavior while they're straight, feel free to leave

■ 1v1, mutually jealous. Only 1v1. 189 cm (love interest) x 182 cm (protagonist)

■ There is a little separation later on. If you can only accept pure fluff, feel free to leave

■ The premise was finalized on July 7, 2025

Coming next: the mildly creepy "Impostor Alert [Infinite]". You have received this alert. Do not reject it.

Blurb:

Yu Baixue is an orphan, a friendless office worker whose job barely pays the bills.

Life motto: none.

On an ordinary, overcast Friday evening, he was getting ready to cook himself a nice meal, as usual, to reward himself and welcome the wonderful weekend.

But a few unwelcome guests suddenly barged into his home.

They claimed to be from the National Impostor Investigation Team. They had failed at the Impostor Game and were now being hunted.

Yu Baixue had no interest in their far-fetched explanations. Looking at his kicked-in door, he coldly brought up his payment code. "Five hundred. Who's paying? Cash is fine."

Just then, the old, poorly maintained lights in the hallway outside began to flicker unnaturally.

The few impostors were on high alert. One of them even lifted the sofa with one hand and used it to block the door.

Yu Baixue was shocked by how strong the man was, but expressionlessly noted it down. "The sofa is two thousand."

The others warned him, "Now isn't the time to worry about that! They aren't human. They can perfectly imitate human forms and voices, and they're dangerous. Hurry and ru..."

Before they could finish, a dull, irregular thumping against the sofa sounded from outside the door.

"Son, it's Mom. Open the door."

At the same time, the screen of Yu Baixue's phone, lying on the table, lit up with an incoming call from "Mom"...

[Hello, player. Welcome to the Impostor Game.]

[Player talent detected. Talent activated: 100% NPC Favorability (You are the one we love most!)]

From then on, the horror game's entire style took a sudden turn.

While everyone else struggled to outwit NPCs and broke down as impostors chased them...

Yu Baixue would simply show up, and the NPCs would all crowd around him, fussing over him.

"Are you cold?"

"Are you hungry?"

"Would you like to play with some toys?"

"..."

Yu Baixue looked up at the person in front of him, who was two heads taller, with their head and body attached the wrong way around.

"Hello."

Later, Yu Baixue made his way through the Impostor Game with ease thanks to this talent, even going so far as to disguise himself as an NPC.

That is, until he ran into that man in the game several times.

Yu Baixue, disguised as an NPC, silently turned his head away. "..."

Can't see him.

The man: "Heh."

As it happened, this was a game scenario featuring a pair of twin substitute dolls.

At the start of the game, the dolls shared a portion of the player's life force. As time passed, the dolls' life force grew while the players' diminished.

Eventually, the two would slowly reach parity. The higher the doll's life force, the more intensely the player and doll would share sensations.

By a twist of fate, Yu Baixue's doll ended up in that man's hands.

The man ran his fingertips all over the doll, touching everything he should and shouldn't.

At last, he gave a mocking laugh. "Oh, you're that sensitive?"

The instant he heard those words, Yu Baixue turned bright red and bent over, clutching his stomach. "..."

Somebody save me, somebody save me, somebody save me!

Theme: Don't be afraid to face what you're running from. The pom-pom flowers will always gather around you.