A Grown Straight Man, but a Slow-Witted Heartthrob [Quick Transmigration]

Xu Qinglan died at forty, then became an employee of the Danmei Division at the Space-Time Administration.

As a straight man, Xu Qinglan was so rattled by the endless confessions of love from men in the minor worlds that he could barely think straight. At last, he found a chance to transfer to the Romance Division.

The System smiled. "Dear Host, all our male leads in the Romance Division are as straight as you are."

Xu Qinglan wept with excitement. "Wonderful! I'll never have to run into another gay man again!"

[The Mature CEO]

At six foot two, with broad shoulders, a perfectly sculpted V-shaped torso, and a six-pack, he hardly seemed like someone who could be on the receiving end of a gay relationship.

But in the eyes of his admirers, his full, soft pectorals spilled between their fingers when squeezed, his narrow, strong waist could bend into all kinds of positions, and his impossibly long legs were perfect for wrapping around a man's waist.

He was sexy from head to toe, born to be cherished underneath someone.

[The Unexpected Office Drone]

By day, he was a dull, honest middle-aged office worker. Behind the scenes, he was an online influencer specializing in niche fetishes who sometimes reviewed pet-training toys. One careless mistake, and his coworkers and bosses found out.

"Daddy, you like people calling you that, don't you?"

"Daddy said in his video that this remote-controlled tail would be perfect to buy for your pet. It really is pretty. Daddy looks like a seductive fox spirit now."

"Try harder, Daddy, or the tail will slip out."

[The Timid Daughter-Doting Dad]

The daughter he had raised alone was the beloved heroine of this world. When his ambitious daughter rose to success, she ordered her useless, cowardly father not to show his face and embarrass her.

He meekly agreed, but how could he stop loving the daughter he treasured with all his heart? So he would secretly go to the places where she worked and lived, just to catch a glimpse of her from afar.

But after he showed his face, all the men who had pursued his daughter in the original story switched to clinging to him instead.

"Uncle, you wouldn't want your daughter to..." became the phrase he heard most often.

[The Frail Widower]

Five rich second-generation heirs had very different personalities, but they all shared an obnoxious arrogance. They dared to do anything and got into every kind of trouble. They were on the verge of becoming a menace to society, so their influential parents, desperate for any solution, bundled them off to a reality show about trading lives, supposedly educational, hoping the boys would suffer a little in the countryside.

In a remote, desolate mountain village, the production crew brought the five young masters to a dilapidated mud-brick house and told them it would be their home for the next month. Their new father was a sickly widower, and they would have to look after themselves as well as care for their bedridden new dad.

New. Dad. Hah!

The rich heirs, who normally couldn't even manage a pleasant word for their own fathers, bristled at the phrase. Naturally, they decided they would take good care of their new father and help him escape his suffering as soon as possible, so he could go to heaven and enjoy eternal bliss.

Malice spread through the five men's hearts. Just then, the wooden door of the mud house creaked open from within. In a slow-motion scene straight out of an old movie, a gentle, elegant beauty who was clearly no longer young appeared before them.

His frail figure looked as though a gust of wind might knock him over. His slightly long black hair fell smoothly over his shoulders, making his already pale, bloodless skin look even more translucent.

His fine lashes fluttered, and his calm, lake-like eyes turned toward them with tender affection. He pressed his lips into a slightly awkward smile, fine lines showing at the corners of his eyes. No matter how many words of serenity and beauty one piled together, they could not capture even a fraction of his mature husband's allure.

The young masters, who had always thrown their weight around, stood staring at him as if entranced, their muttered words embarrassingly stupid.

"Is he our dad or our mom?"

"How can a man be this beautiful?"

"The apron makes his waist look so slim. It looks like a cool, breezy skirt."

"He looks like the sort of person who'd never refuse any request. So, instead of calling him Dad, can we call him Wife?"

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