The Tyrant Went Completely Mad After I Faked My Death

[A timid, mischievous, cat-world heartthrob empress X a moody, unpredictable, secretly flirtatious cat tyrant]

Jiang Yihua transmigrates into the role of the tyrant villain's empress, married to bring him good fortune. She's second only to one and above everyone else, with untold wealth and power, yet she dies before the first chapter is over.

Jiang Yihua: ????

So she makes a run for it right from the start, but her luck runs out and the villain catches her halfway there.

Song Zhi's eyes are gloomy, and the weapon in his hand looks ready to strike at any moment.

Jiang Yihua swears obediently: "Your Majesty, if you tell me to go west, I absolutely won't run east."

It's a non-romantic superior-subordinate relationship, and both parties are perfectly happy with that.

As a model subordinate,

When Song Zhi falls unconscious, she stays up all night to care for him.

When Song Zhi is humiliated, she rushes forward and takes on the whole crowd in a war of words.

When Song Zhi is afflicted by a love curse, she gallantly spends every night tangled up with him.

Once the love curse is lifted, Jiang Yihua wastes no time faking her death and fleeing.

People say that when the ruler wants a subject dead, the subject has no choice but to die.

She has seen the tyrant in so many embarrassing situations. He might have her head chopped off one day. Besides, what could be more interesting than a tender young male courtesan instead of a tyrant?

Life after faking her death is heavenly, until...

"I just want to stay by your side. I don't ask for a title." The young male courtesan she'd casually rescued clutches her sleeve, his eyes brimming with tears.

"Bang!"

The door to the private room is suddenly kicked open, and the brothel madam kneels nearby, trembling. The villain, dressed as a male courtesan, walks in slowly. Seeing the pair with their sleeves entwined and acting intimately, his eyes brim with murderous fury.

"F-forcing a melon doesn't make it sweet."

Jiang Yihua shrinks into a little quail as she looks at the tyrant who's come for revenge.

Song Zhi looks up, remembering the charred body he carried out of the blazing fire that day, and laughs softly. "What a coincidence. I like my melons unsweet."

Content warning: Sweet romance with both leads inexperienced. The male lead is chaste. The emperor is not realistic.

Forthcoming: "The Pretty Fool Transmigrates into a Comfort Doll"

Wen Tang suddenly awakens to a strange ability: he can transmigrate into the doll of his top Alpha adoptive brother, Pei Zheng.

Thanks to this ability, he finally gets to see his adoptive brother, Pei Zheng.

But the location is Pei Zheng's bed.

Pei Zheng, usually impeccably dressed in a suit, is kneeling on the bed. Desire colors his cold face, and he keeps murmuring Wen Tang's name.

Only then does Wen Tang learn that Pei Zheng suffers from pheromone dysregulation, and Wen Tang is the only cure.

The Save Big Brother Plan officially begins.

1. Snuggle up whenever possible, and cover Big Brother's clothes with your pheromones!

2. Become a clinging candy and force Big Brother to eat, live, and sleep with you!

3. Kidnap Big Brother in the name of love and make him stay with you through your heat!

After all that, even the most severe pheromone dysregulation should be cured.

But the next time Wen Tang transmigrates into the doll, he finds Pei Zheng lying in ice water with his hands restrained by a belt.

With death fast approaching, Wen Tang grits his teeth and barges into Pei Zheng's bedroom in a maid outfit on the day of Pei Zheng's rut.

"Big Brother, your pheromones should be all better now, right?" Wen Tang forces his tear-reddened eyes open and speaks with a trembling voice.

Pei Zheng gently presses down on his swollen belly. His voice is hoarse. "Your reproductive cavity has already opened, and you're still this slow on the uptake?"

Wen Tang looks utterly confused. Then a soft laugh reaches his ears. "I never had pheromone dysregulation."

Pei Zheng knew his feelings for Wen Tang had become twisted when he was sixteen.

By day, he was a dignified, abstinent big brother, with his shirt buttons always fastened to the very top. By night, he kept sniffing his younger brother's clothes and relieving himself in front of a doll his brother had made by hand.

But he never thought Wen Tang had seen all of it.

Even less did he expect Wen Tang not to realize how filthy his thoughts were, and to throw himself willingly into his arms.

In that case, my dear little brother, you will never leave me.

Theme: Everyone deserves to be loved.