After the Ghost King Shamelessly Teased the Aloof Fox Immortal

☆ Sunny version: gloomy, unhinged male ghost bottom x aloof, fluffy, scheming, fake-good top with an M streak -_-|| ☆

★ Blurb ★

Lu Geng was an evil cultivator. In life, he seized power by force, ruled the Profound Realm, and toyed with the world as if it were in the palm of his hand.

He kept a loyal dog who obeyed his every command. His strength was unfathomable, and he was utterly devoted to Lu Geng, eliminating his rivals and clearing every obstacle from his path to ascension.

Until the day Lu Geng was about to ascend, when someone pierced his heart with a sword and imprisoned his soul in a ghost prison.

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Bad news: he was dead. Good news: he practiced the Corpse Dao.

After a century of bitter endurance, head in hand, he clawed his way out of the Death Prison.

The first thing he did after escaping: find the person who betrayed him and get revenge.

But that person knelt before him as if born to it, shedding tears with a cold expression while relentlessly closing in on him, clinging to him and seducing him with sweet words and a silver tongue.

Wait, had this guy gone crazy, or lost his memory?

Had they really been that close?

☆ Top's POV -_-||

Chu Fuchen had felt something special for the second young master of the Lu family since childhood.

Everyone else thought him the picture of elegance and nobility, but a single glance from that man was enough to trample his pretentious aloofness into the mud.

He stayed by Lu Geng's side, watching with his own eyes as Lu Geng shouldered the sins of everyone else and raced alone down a path of no return, reviled by the world and made its public enemy, until at last he fell from a cliff before Chu Fuchen's eyes, together with Chu Fuchen's sword.

He had gained immeasurable merit at the cost of his beloved's life.

He didn't want it.

★ Little Scenes ★

1.

At the edge of Cloudcut Cliff, a black-clad fox immortal spoke with eyes as cold as a deep pool: "If you don't want to die, get out of the mortal realm and never come back."

Lu Geng could take no more and slapped him across the face.

After the sharp crack, the beauty, as cold and fierce as a blade, suddenly sprouted ears. His eyes went blank for a moment. Head bowed, the hand clutching Lu Geng's clothes trembled slightly.

"Master, don't look back. I beg you."

2.

In the middle of a kiss, Lu Geng abruptly said, "You like it when I treat you like this, don't you?"

Chu Fuchen froze for a moment, staring fixedly at him.

Lu Geng chuckled and casually tossed aside the whip. "Good boy, pick it up for me."

"Don't use your hands."

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★ A ship-and-kink inspired sweet story. The romance won't get angsty.

★ Chu is the top, Lu is the bottom.

★ Mutual pampering, fake second-chance romance.

★ Perfectly matched kinks, both are pure in body and mind, and they're tied together by an incredibly intense mutual attraction.

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"Streaming the Taming of Horror Movie Monsters"

[1vN, a battlefield of competing suitors, feel-good story with a male lead]

Sailhe is an omega, a violent felon on the fringes of society. He has an extremely aggressive mutated pheromone, and so far, not a single alpha has managed to stay on his feet in his presence.

On the day of his execution by the Empire, he planned and attacked an armored transport vehicle, instantly incapacitating every heavily armed alpha officer at the scene.

But during his retreat, he was injected with ten doses of suppressants. When he woke up, he was locked inside the extreme pathology laboratory, the most heavily secured facility in the Empire.

Here, test subjects' consciousness is uploaded into horror slasher movies, where extreme conditions are used to trigger a second evolution.

As Sailhe was strapped to a restraint bed and fitted with a consciousness extraction device, the attending physician removed his mask, revealing a handsome, familiar face.

Oh, wow. A trip to the doctor, and he runs into his ex?

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Prologue: The Banquet has begun

Setting: An ancient castle. Its owner is the most esteemed lord in the land, a man of elegant manners and refined taste.

Identity card: The castle's new butler, in charge of its day-to-day operations.

Task 1: Prepare a delicious meal for your master.

Sailhe sat up in a pool of blood. Beside him was the headless corpse of some poor fool. The pocket watch in his hand displayed a row of numbers:

Menu: 0 Ingredients: 0 Tableware: 0 Chef: 1

How was he supposed to cook without anything? Was he meant to deep-fry himself?

...No way.

The butcher chef, carrying an enormous cleaver, had already reached the kitchen. The corpse he dragged behind him left a long trail of blood on the floor.

In five seconds, Sailhe would be discovered.

The comments around him were noisy.

"Wow, it's my favorite kind of delicate little omega! I mean, I love eating rabbit!"

"How long can he survive? Five minutes, tops!"

"Hahahahahaha!"

Sailhe casually grabbed a bone and tossed it, making a loud crash.

The butcher in a pig mask came over and raised his cleaver

The pale, languid silver-haired young man slowly rose from the pool of blood. His white lace shirt had turned the color of velvet burgundy. He raised his eyes, and his overwhelming pheromones instantly filled the entire kitchen.

Amid a screen full of question marks, the muscular butcher, as solid as a boulder, fell to his knees.

The young man grabbed the neck straps of a leather apron and tightened them around the butcher's thick, sinewy neck from behind. Pleased with his new toy, he inspected its fur and teeth. "Good dog. Take me to your master."

Following the butcher, he met the castle's owner, the recipient of tonight's dinner service: a man seated on a throne, wearing a dazzling golden crown. His face was hidden behind a goat-skull mask, his muscular frame wrapped in a black cloak, and a silver iris medal, the symbol of the duchy, pinned to his chest.

But the bloodied greatsword in his hand was still stained with bone fragments, and his gaze on Sailhe was like that of someone appraising a dessert.

He couldn't kill him. But he could satisfy him.

Soon, he would make the cruel, bloodthirsty archduke of evil spirits crawl before him with the noble golden crown clenched between his teeth.

Instance One: The Carrion Archduke, begins

"The Ghost Bride, But Three Meters Tall"

"The Masked Warlord"

"The Doctor"

"The Inquisitor of the Holy See"

"Biological Machinery"

1. A deranged, sadistic, thrill-seeking, adored-by-all bottom x various pseudo-daddy, masochistic, hard-headed, nonhuman tops

2. The bottom is not a virgin, and each world has more than one top. Romance is one-on-one in stages. All the tops are pure in body and mind, and are absolute lovesick puppy types.

3. Lots of the bottom viewing the tops as daddies. All the daddy tops get played with, and one of them will give birth.

4. The bottom isn't antisocial or psychopathic. Most of the time, he behaves normally and is extremely responsible and empathetic. He only lets loose around the nonhuman tops who are exactly his type.

Theme: Eat well and love yourself.