How to Go from a Doormat Bottom to a Badass Top

[Next, you'll enter an n.p. mob-setting erotica novel]

...?

Is that the kind of erotica novel he's thinking of?

Straight man Chi Chu's eyes widened in shock. His trembling fingers pulled out a cigarette, but no matter how long he tried, he couldn't light it.

But then the System added:

[You're the top.]

...That's good, then. At least he wouldn't turn from an alpha into an omega. As a straight man, he really couldn't bear that.

As long as he wasn't the unlucky protagonist bottom who turned from an alpha into an omega, that was fine.

Chi Chu, drenched in cold sweat, had just breathed a sigh of relief. He held the cigarette between his teeth, his long fingers about to light it, when the System spoke again.

[But this is an n.p. weak-top mob-abuse story. You're timid and beautiful, with a delicate figure. Every man around you is tall and handsome, lusting after you and coveting you. They want to mob you with their asses. They'll call you lewd, call you cheap, accuse you of seducing them, and call you a slut who lures men in. They'll humiliate and abuse you in every way. You'll pass through the beds of countless men, suffering as they use you. No one will respect you. In the end, after years of living like a canary in a cage, you'll become frail and sickly, and die from being fucked to death.]

He stared blankly as the System finished speaking, and the cigarette fell from his mouth.

?

Come on, man...?

?

In this world...

Chi Chu's threatening glare turned into a flirtatious sidelong glance. His disdainful scoff became a seductive gasp. His vicious fists became tools for soft, coy seduction. His proud, disdainful way of looking down on others turned into a playful come-on.

Even when he slapped someone, the men would pant and kneel, begging him to hit them harder.

...This was absolutely intolerable!

Thinking of his eventual death from being fucked to death, Chi Chu looked at his frail, sickly, soft little body, which could supposedly be toppled at a touch. The first thing he did was head straight to the gym.

First, he'd build himself a six-pack.

Then he'd thoroughly fuck up the scummy bottoms who'd abused and used him like a rag in the original story.

1.

Scumbag Bottom No. 1 looked down at him with a wicked smile. His gaze roamed freely over the beautiful young man before him, as if sizing up a pitiful plaything in the palm of his hand.

He chuckled hoarsely, lifted his shirt to show off his defined six-pack and lean waist, and leaned close to the young man's ear.

His breath was restrained yet full of menace.

"Be good. Do you like Big Brother's abs? Lie down nicely in a little while..."

Chi Chu's beautiful face remained completely impassive. He lifted his own shirt, revealing his own smooth, beautiful six-pack.

Scumbag Bottom No. 1 froze. He looked at Chi Chu's abs and raised an eyebrow, then laughed carelessly. "Oh? Lifting your shirt to seduce me? Heh... Just wait till I ride you to death..."

"Tsk."

Chi Chu couldn't be bothered to listen. He grabbed a water bottle from the table and dragged it hard across the man's abs. Scumbag Bottom No. 1's words cut off abruptly. His pupils contracted in pain as he clutched his stomach and sucked in a breath.

Chi Chu sneered disdainfully, then casually dragged the unopened water bottle across his own perfectly defined six-pack, popping the cap off.

He had opened the bottle with his abs.

The young man tipped his head back and gulped down half the bottle. Water trickled along his Adam's apple and dampened his lips as he looked down at Scumbag Bottom No. 1, who was clutching his stomach and howling.

Chi Chu: I don't take students.

Chi Chu: If you're bad at it, practice more.

Scumbag Bottom No. 1, clutching his stomach and howling: ?

Something wasn't right. How did that delicate, frail beauty have abs, and how were they even harder than his own?

2.

After studying and training hard, Scumbag Bottom No. 1 had finally learned to open bottles with his abs. He tried to force himself on Chi Chu again...

Chi Chu lifted his shirt to reveal his stomach. "Come on, let's compare again. This time, let's see whose abs can crack a walnut."

Crack! Scumbag Bottom No. 1's face stiffened with pain.

He clutched his abs and fled in a panic once again.

Chi Chu: It's just a walnut. Why are you running?

3.

Scumbag Bottom No. 2, an arrogant young master who was used to taking what he wanted, pinned Chi Chu onto a dorm bed and tugged at his clothes.

With an unruly, mocking air, he said, "Isn't this what you do? Wouldn't it be great if I gave you what you want? I'll pay you thirty thousand a month to be mine. You'd better put up with me playing with you in front of other people, too! From now on, you're my cheap little sex slave!"

Chi Chu flashed a vicious smile, flipped him over, and pinned him down, then shoved him toward the toilet.

Scumbag Bottom No. 2 struggled for ages but couldn't get free. Then he looked at the toilet water right in front of his face, gritted his teeth, and shut his eyes.

Scumbag Bottom No. 2: ...I'm sorry, bro.

Chi Chu: From now on, you can work as my housekeeper for three thousand a month.

Scumbag Bottom No. 2: ? You son of a bitch, don't push your lu

Chi Chu shoved his face farther into the toilet water and even snapped a few pictures.

Scumbag Bottom No. 2: ...All right, bro.

Why three thousand? Because that's all Chi Chu could afford.

From then on, Scumbag Bottom No. 2, who loved throwing money around, became a cheap live-in housekeeper. He took care of Chi Chu's daily needs, and if he had any complaints, he had to keep them to himself.

4.

Scumbag Bottom No. 3 was domineering but gentle, and fiercely possessive. His large hand gripped the back of Chi Chu's neck, as if petting a disobedient cat.

His voice was hoarse, leaving no room for refusal.

"Be good. Don't try to escape my grasp."

He reached out to stroke Chi Chu's waist. "My wanton little canary, do you want me to ride you? Call me hubby. Lie down and let me do what I want..."

Chi Chu took the cigarette from his mouth and pressed its burning tip against the man's disobedient hand. He sneered hoarsely, "Show me your ass and I'll burn it with this."

Scumbag Bottom No. 3: ...What sharp claws. Looks like I'll have to pull every last one of the kitten's claws out.

In the blink of an eye, the business empire he'd built collapsed. When he came to his senses, a cold collar was already fastened around his neck.

Chi Chu looked down at him, handsome and arrogant as he smiled. "Now it's your turn to be my dog. Pick up that cigarette butt with your mouth."

Scumbag Bottom No. 3: ?

At last, after going from a weak top to a strong one and turning his fortunes around, Chi Chu could hold his head high and reclaim his dignity. Just as he was preparing to return to his usual routine...

He glanced over and saw that the scumbag bottoms who had once acted so high and mighty, forced themselves on him, and endlessly humiliated and used him were somehow as obedient as dogs.

Scumbag bottoms: Hubby, use me.

Chi Chu: ? Did I train you to be like this?

He pondered in silence for a long time.

Chi Chu: ...Actually, I was only trying to get close to you guys as your little bro. I swear.

After he turned gay...

In the original story, men were always using him, until he eventually cried and begged for mercy, calling them hubby.

Top: Come on, let's see who can fuck the other to death. No stopping until one of us drops tonight.

1. An absurd, lighthearted story. The goal is to make you laugh. The top looks like an absolutely gorgeous, delicate, lovable beauty who attracts everyone, but he's actually a cool guy who can kill someone with one punch. A reverse-harem guessing game, and it's unclear who the true bottom is. The pairing might be one-on-one at each stage.

2. The top's first impression is that he's beautiful: slim when dressed, muscular when undressed. Getting abs doesn't make him any less good-looking. He's cool, but beautiful.

3. The bottoms are virgins.

4. A reverse-harem dog-training story.

Theme: A weak top becomes a strong top.