Why Is the Puppet Emperor into Narcissus?

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Wei Wenjuan x Wei Zi, narcissistic romance.

The useless young emperor Wei Zi looks remarkably like his late uncle, Wei Huasheng, the man he once loved from afar.

Those slightly upturned phoenix eyes, and a face that resembles his third uncle's by seven parts, are enough to capture countless hearts.

They helped him take the throne, then shamelessly treated him as a substitute for Wei Hua. They humiliated him, trampled him, and did everything they could to turn him into Wei Hua so they could revel in the thrill of possession

Yet on the night he came of age, Wei Zi killed them one by one. Then, with blood covering his face, he delivered himself into the bed of the twenty-five-year-old Wei Zi.

They spent the whole night entwined together.

Playing with people's hearts had become second nature. Twenty-year-old Wei Wenjuan took endless pleasure in it, and was more than happy to share it with his Zier.

He taught fifteen-year-old Wei Zi how to wield power and manipulate people's hearts. As he watched his fifteen-year-old self grow, bit by bit, and sever all ties with Wei Hua, the incredulous looks on those people's faces were like the finest aphrodisiac, making him ever more delighted

Yet the addiction that surpassed both desire and love flared up more and more often.

His Zier grew up little by little.

Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen

Twenty.

That red, beautiful mouth still vivid beneath the faint moonlight, that slender waist, those long legs, the face identical to his own, those innocent eyes.

He had trained every part of him himself.

The venomous, calculating look Wei Zi revealed on the night he came of age was exactly like the one Wei Wenjuan had worn years ago while admiring himself in the mirror.

Twenty-five-year-old Wei Wenjuan had raised another version of himself.

Then, on the night he came of age, they became one completely.

Looking into those eyes of his, so innocent yet filled with schemes, Wei Wenjuan's face flushed with desire, his shoulders trembling with suppressed laughter.

He simply couldn't help laughing.

Thank goodness that bunch of fools, Liu Wusheng and the others, were too blind to realize just how beautiful his Zier was.

An intense sense of satisfaction enveloped Wei Wenjuan. He held Wei Zi tightly, licking his neck like a wild wolf licking its prey, gently gripping his skin with sharp teeth.

He nipped at him.

Wei Zi didn't resist at all.

He even narrowed his eyes in pleasure.

Wei Zi, who took the courtesy name Wenjuan at twenty, was possessed by Wei Wenjuan.

Wei Wenjuan fought back his laughter and thought: It should be this way.

He was the most beautiful person in the world, so naturally only he himself could be worthy of him.

As for everyone else...

Wei Wenjuan smiled disdainfully, slowly stroking the gorgeous face reflected in his own like a mirror, and sighed.

Naturally, things should be done as Zier said.

"A bunch of self-important fools. Of course we should kill every last one of them."

Content warnings

1. Narcissistic romance

2. Dual POV, older top

3. The top is five years older than the bottom. They are Wei Zi from five years ago and Wei Zi from five years later.

Theme: Everything is suffering; only you can save yourself.