Villains and Scoundrels Are Made for Each Other

036: The Host, who travels between worlds observing villains, discovers while watching them that all of their Hosts have ended up with the villains. The love interests: Yes, I admit he's no good. As it happens, neither am I, so aren't we made for each other? Who is he? An ambitious, ruthless villain who brought ruin upon himself. A dazzling, unrepentant villain who made his mark on the world. And the one who haunts my every thought. [Uninhibited top + fake-nice, shrewd bottom] [True noncon! Avoid this if it's a trigger for you!] Immortal Venerable Du Rong falls into the hands of his enemy, Lu Changjue. Lu Changjue parts the layers of curtains, his gaze sliding across Du Rong's face like a blade. He smiles faintly. “Back then, the Immortal Venerable sat high upon his cloud platform and personally led people to surround and destroy my demonic territory. Did you ever think you'd fall into my hands one day?” Du Rong laughs coldly. “Kill me or dismember me, do as you please.” Lu Changjue's gaze settles on him. Suddenly, he reaches out, grips the other man's chin, and forces him to raise his head. “Killing or dismembering you would be too good for you.” His eyes travel down the other's collar. “Though you do have a fine body.” Du Rong's expression finally changes. Having lost his freedom, been robbed of his body, and had the crimes of harming his fellow disciples brought to light, his years of planning are destroyed in an instant. Condemned by the immortal sects and scorned by the world, with all his honors gone, Du Rong laughs disdainfully and then turns his sword on himself. Who could have guessed he wouldn't die? Lu Changjue gives him half his heart to save his life. With his eyes closed, Du Rong lets a smile curl across his lips. Du Rong has spent his life rising from humble beginnings and scheming tirelessly. When it comes to him and Lu Changjue, it remains to be seen who will emerge victorious. [Fake-cultured and refined top + truly arrogant and domineering bottom] Zhao Huizhou appears refined and courteous, but in truth, he'd devour a person without leaving a trace. At his new company, he meets the young master Guan He, born to privilege and looking down on everyone. But Zhao Huizhou is good at flattering the Buddha and enduring the devil, so before long they seem to get along quite well. One day, young master Guan He drugs Zhao Huizhou, saying he wants to have some fun. After taking several cold showers, Zhao Huizhou looks at Guan He and smiles warmly. “Perfect. I want to have some fun too.” After Guan He gets a taste of his own medicine, he wants to get even. “Why don't you just get together with me? Then you won't have to work so hard.” Zhao Huizhou smiles back. “Young master, I'm greedy. Money isn't enough; I want your heart too.” Guan He clicks his tongue. “You're such a pain.” Only later does Guan He realize that someone like Zhao Huizhou always gets what he wants. [Black-hearted, flirtatious top + bright, flamboyant bottom] Xie Shechuan was cold-hearted by nature, and the only thing he ever cared about was scholarship. He researched the short but glorious life of Feng Yue in history, but despite pouring his heart and soul into it, he made no progress. When he opens his eyes again, he has transmigrated. A fiery steed races by, red robes fluttering. The rider points a sword at him from afar. “Who goes there?” Meeting his gaze across a thousand years, Xie Shechuan chuckles inwardly and says languidly, “System, Feng Yue really is a beauty.” Feng Yue drinks a large jug of wine and rests his head on one hand, smiling. “I've tasted every delicacy and fine wine in the world, and enjoyed every interesting diversion. Even if I died, I'd have no regrets.” Watching him, Xie Shechuan leans forward and kisses his lips, coaxing him. “Then, My Lord, have you ever tasted desire?” Top-focused, with an episodic structure. The top loves the bottom, and the bottom loves the top. Their pairing is set in stone. Upcoming novel: Acting the Part, Not Pretending Fake-gentle top + truly cruel bottom Sheng Yuting is the new hire at the company: refined and elegant, a spring breeze in human form. Everyone calls him cultured and easygoing. Han Yan is a rich young master: bad-tempered and from an influential family. Everyone calls him a spoiled brat. When the two meet, Sheng Yuting gets caught in Han Yan's orbit. Everyone watches, expecting the privileged young master to force himself on him, but instead they get a story about a spoiled brat reforming. * Sheng Yuting first meets Han Yan at a dinner party. His fellow guests clink glasses and exchange pleasantries, most of them full of flattery. The second time he sees Han Yan is at a private drinking party. Someone approaches, and Han Yan gives a lazy smile. “Go pour Manager Sheng a drink.” Sheng Yuting looks over. In the play of light and shadow, the young man has a wine-flushed face and a roguish, frivolous smile, but is undeniably handsome. He stands with a smile. “I'll pour you a drink, young master.” Later, the guy keeps turning up at his home. After eating his fill, he sits on the sofa like he owns the place. “Sheng Yuting, can you really not tell what I'm thinking?” Sheng Yuting laughs. “There must be plenty of people a young master could have. Why pick me?” Han Yan laughs too, though his eyes are cold. “Don't play hard to get. That won't work on me.” Sheng Yuting curls his lips, looking perfectly agreeable. “All right, I'll play along.” Later... Lying in Sheng Yuting's bed, Han Yan thinks it over beneath the covers: at first, he wanted to sleep with Sheng Yuting. After Sheng Yuting slept with him, he wanted to give him his heart, and in the end, he lost both his heart and himself. So where exactly did things go wrong? Theme: Love is beautiful