Caught Painting the Tyrant's Erotic Portrait

Mercurial, ruthless emperor bottom × money-grubbing, lustful, cowardly artist top. Top-focused.

Lu Shu opened his eyes and realized he had transmigrated.

His high school sophomore sister had come with him.

He had become a poor scholar who had brought his sister to the capital to sit the imperial exams.

He had no chance of passing the exams, so the desperate, penniless siblings put their heads together and rented a house in a back alley, starting a business from scratch.

His sister, a veteran fanfiction enthusiast, resolutely led her big brother down the path of writing storybooks for money.

Every day, Lu Shu opened his eyes and got right to drawing illustrations.

But in the end, the money just wasn't enough.

One day, his sister had a sudden idea. "Bro, want to join me in a big score?"

And so, egged on by his sister, Lu Shu began his career as a notorious erotic artist.

He had to admit, it paid a lot better.

As they gained more experience, his sister's ideas grew bolder. "Bro, should we go for something even bigger? The current emperor is young and ruthless. They say he's exceptionally handsome, seems to prefer men, and has searched the whole land for beautiful men, yet still hasn't established a harem. Bro, do you see what I'm getting at?"

Lu Shu: "...I see my head wobbling precariously on my shoulders."

But Lu Shu drew it anyway.

No other reason. It paid well.

But if you keep walking along the riverbank, sooner or later your shoes will get wet.

Lu Shu made a fortune through underhanded means, and soon found himself in prison.

The emperor had arrested him.

The damn emperor really was exceptionally handsome. Looking down at Lu Shu, he asked, "What crime have you committed?"

Lu Shu stared at his face for a while, then said sincerely, "Before, I could only look at your portrait. I hadn't seen you in person, so I didn't get the likeness right."

The emperor: "?"

Lu Shu was kept by the emperor.

Only, the emperor didn't ask him to paint buildings, flowers and birds, or even portraits.

He asked him to paint erotic scenes.

Of the emperor and his long-dead childhood companion, no less.

Lu Shu didn't care who he painted. He was an unsentimental artist, with eyes only for anatomy and no other thoughts at all.

But when he opened the companion's portrait, he froze.

The emperor's beloved, long-dead first love.

Looked exactly like Lu Shu.

Emperor bottom, emperor bottom, emperor bottom.

The familiar top-focused story, with a body double and a first love.

A brainless, fluffy story. Every bit of the setup is nonsense.

Theme: May the spirit of craftsmanship be passed down forever.