The Sugar Baby's Acting Mission Went Off the Rails [Quick Transmigration]

[Warning: Content warnings are at the very bottom. Read them before diving in ↓↓↓] [My next novel is The Love-Rival Dolls Who Gained Empathy. Add it to your favorites if you like it~] After refusing the Supreme God’s advances, Bai Shu, a beautiful fox spirit, was banished to the quick-transmigration office to toil as a corporate drone. After spending hundreds of lifetimes as an overworked wage slave, he finally gathered enough strength to storm the divine palace, beat the Supreme God black and blue, and make him surrender his divine throne and beg for mercy. “I want to join the Kept Lover Department,” said Bai Shu, who just wanted to lie flat. The Supreme God: “Huh?” But later, as he watched the protagonists and their harem try to feed him all the money he could ever want, Bai Shu, stuffed to the brim, fell silent... [World One: The Cross-Dressing Kept Man Who Ends Up Behind Bars in an Online Erotic Novel] (Silly and sweet) You’re a small-time streamer kept by the protagonist, a popular streamer. Never satisfied, you try to get the protagonist to flirt with the top donor, but when that fails, you come up with a stupid idea: you steal the protagonist’s phone and send the top donor pictures of yourself in a skirt, showing off your body. In the end, your scheme is exposed. The top donor, who despises being deceived, sends you to prison, where you spend the rest of your life behind bars. This time, you’re doing a catfishing mission. Dizzy with excitement as you clutch the huge donations from the top donor, you remember that the protagonist also has a wealthy second- and third-place donor. A brilliant idea strikes: if you’re going to scam someone anyway, why scam just one when you can scam three? So you cast your net wide, sending pictures to the second-place donor, a refined scoundrel who pretends to be the protagonist’s understanding big brother but is actually repressed in both body and mind, and to the third-place donor, a sinister, obsessive creep who secretly spies on the protagonist. Thinking yourself clever, you effortlessly play all three men against one another. All you have to do is beckon, and they’ll take the bait and send you money to spend. You’re thrilled with yourself. Little do you know, they’ve already spotted the little tail you failed to hide. Your disguise has been exposed. But the top donor, who should have had you arrested, instead lures you in: wear a skirt and you won’t have to go to prison. And the protagonist, who usually spoils you, has now become the top donor’s “accomplice.” When you panic and try to run, a third and then a fourth pair of hands drag you back from the shadows. Now you’re the one forced to endure the second donor’s repressed desires and the third donor’s gaze... [World Two: The Wicked Mistress Who Is Overpowered by Her Defiant Disciples in a Cultivation Novel] (Training mad dogs) You’re the wicked Dao companion of a refined, emotionless immortal Venerable. You despise his three disciples, all arrogant chosen ones who secretly covet him. Taking advantage of the Venerable’s indulgence, you put a dog collar on the first, a bloodthirsty attacker; stomp on the face of the second, a proud peacock; and make the third, a venomous snake, your personal servant. After humiliating them to the utmost, you frame them, cripple their spiritual roots, and drive them out of the immortal sect. In the end, your schemes are exposed. The Venerable, now fully accomplished in the emotionless Dao, casts you aside. His three disciples, turned dark, sever your limbs and imprison you for eternity. But this time, after you humiliate the three of them... The mad dog of the group, who always thought you were unworthy of his master and wanted to kill you, is like a dog abandoned by its owner, wandering outside your door late at night, lost and heartbroken. The proud second disciple goes from feeling humiliated and hating you for stepping on him to becoming pathologically eager for you to step on him harder. The venomous third disciple’s endless imaginings of all the cruel ways he could kill you gradually turn into... erotic dreams about you and the master he reveres most. Even later, when you frame them, cripple their spiritual roots, and drive all three out of the sect, the Venerable’s emotionless Dao is ruined, yet he insists on shielding you from the consequences. And the three rebellious disciples draw their swords against the master they once loved most as they fight over you, saying casually: “Master, ascend in peace. We’ll take good care of your shixiong.” [World Three: The Incubus Widower Who ‘Loses His Memory’ Every Week in an Infinite-Flow Novel] (A spectacular livestream identity reveal) You’re an incubus NPC in an infinite-flow world. Your husband died when you were young, and you were so heartbroken that you developed a strange illness: every week, you lose your memory. You only remember that your husband was the strongest player in the infinite-flow world. So whenever you see a strong player, you cling to him. Then you see another strong player and cling to him, too. In the end, the players you’ve been flirting with catch you hitting on someone new. Furious and embarrassed, they abandon you. You arrive in this world and think your memory-loss buff is just fantastic! Wow, this one has a handsome face and a great figure. He’s a feast for the eyes, so he can be this week’s husband. That one is rich and can buy him lots of powerful items, so he can be next week’s. And this one is really strong. He’ll definitely protect him well... You’re even more outrageous than in the original novel, flirting with lots and lots of husbands. None of these husbands knows the others exist. At first, when they meet you, a beautiful, snow-white incubus, they put on a show of acting indifferent. It doesn’t take long for them to eat their words. A week later, every one of them is a bachelor with no wife. Fighting dogs become defeated dogs in an instant. They stop taking on dungeons properly and ask everyone they meet, “Where’s my wife?” They brag to everyone, “My wife is gorgeous. He loves me so much, he really couldn’t live without me. I have to find him as soon as possible.” They’re shocked to discover the other person is looking for a wife, too. And that he also says his wife is gorgeous, loves him, and couldn’t live without him. All the fragments: “...” Strange. Is something not right here? Until they see their wife with his arms around a strange man, sweetly calling him “hubby.” Hey, honey, I’m right here! I’m not dead yet. Why are you calling someone else hubby? Later, those proud, arrogant players fight tooth and nail to claim the top spot among players, all so they can be your husband. And later still, perhaps because things aren’t lively enough yet, your dearly departed husband really does come back. [The Gold-Digging Social Butterfly Who Pretends to Be an Omega While Actually Being a Beta in an ABO Novel] You’re a gold-digging social butterfly from the lower city. Desperate to live a life of extravagant luxury, you greedily pretend to be an Omega and sneak into high society to find a sugar daddy. But the top Alphas in the upper city have already seen through your plan. They cruelly bet on which one you’ll approach first, dangling money in front of you while enjoying the sight of your greedy true nature. In the end, once they’re bored, they send you back to the filthy, chaotic lower city. But later, they corner you, eyes bloodshot, obsessively marking you over and over, even though you can never be marked. [The Straight Playboy Who Gets Caught After Juggling N Men in a Gay Dating-Reality Novel] Pretending to be gay to trick men out of their money will get you taught a lesson. [The Wicked, Pampered, Universally Hated Fake Young Master in a Modern Melodramatic Tycoon Novel] To stay in the wealthy household and live off them openly, you decide to become the wife of your former older brother and father. A foolish, narcissistic, maxed-out combat ability, but loves playing the delicate wife, a dark-hearted fox spirit adored by everyone (top) * A fiercely possessive mad dog who puts on an act, but eats his words, with maxed-out lovesickness, a god who spoils his top without question (bottom, all fragments) Reader’s Guide: 1. [Top-focused story] The top is beautiful and powerful, not a weak top. He’s stronger than the bottoms. Half his power comes from his own hard work, and the other half is forcibly given to him by the bottoms. He just loves being kept and playing the bottoms’ pampered wife (they’ve spoiled him). Most of the time, he plays dumb while keeping his real abilities hidden. When the bottom fragments obsessively pursue him, he’s only half-resisting and thoroughly enjoying it. 2. Mutual feelings, but the bottoms spoil the top more. The god isn’t the Supreme God. 3. “The bottoms blindly spoil the top” applies to the later stages, especially in the main world and the later parts of each mini-world. Each mini-world has a distinct flavor in the beginning: the bottom fragments put on a tough act and go from hating the top to eating their words, repeatedly losing their composure, and instantly turning into clowns who obsess over him. They’ll disown everyone to fight over the top, competing like mad for his attention and creating plenty of intense love triangles, along with scenes of the cannon-fodder bottom being humiliated and pursuing the top. 3. A little mud-play is delicious. There are still scenes of mud-play involving the top, restraining the top, and playing with the top (see the author’s notes for Chapters 18 and 20). 4. [I love the everyone-loves-the-top setup and read all sorts of things. I always write top-focused stories with mud-play involving the top. I read more bottom-focused stories only because the platform has more of them. I’m not writing bottom-focused stories under a top-focused label. If that really bothers you, click the X in the upper-left corner. Don’t spread rumors or start fights. I’ll deal with it if I see it.] 5. [Since this trash author’s reading tastes are all over the place, and I’ve read plenty of stories where everyone loves the bottom, this novel, or rather my writing in general, is probably best suited to readers with eclectic tastes who lean toward top-focused stories but aren’t overly strict about their preferences. Readers with very strong preferences should be cautious before diving in.] My next novel: The Love-Rival Dolls Who Gained Empathy. Add it to your favorites if you like it~ [Outline in progress~] Qilan, a double-S-level Alpha and a rebel general of the Empire, awakened to his abilities while suffering from a terminal illness. He’s the venomous beauty, the third attacker, in an ABO novel: fair-skinned and gorgeous, cold-blooded, abstinent, and unscrupulous. He normally doesn’t pursue the universally adored bottom, preferring to grind his love rivals under his heel. In the end, his mindscape is destroyed, and he dies of his illness. When he suddenly learns he’s going to die, he remains calm, holding a bomb and preparing to take his love rivals with him before he goes. But he doesn’t die. Fingers brush over him in restless strokes, grinding hard; the kisses that fall are fierce and domineering... By day, Qilan is so vicious that he makes the Empire’s nobles shudder. Yet every night, his body trembles, his snow-white skin flushed a delicate red. Along with it comes a surge of vitality within him, and even... the repair of his shattered mindscape. After carefully piecing together the clues, Qilan traces it back to a doll his love rivals found. His love rivals call the beautiful, snow-white doll “wifey, wifey,” then kiss its black incubus horns, its eyes covered by white silk, its seaweed-like long curls, and finally... its vividly colored lips. Every shameless touch of the doll makes Qilan tremble, granting him vitality and repairing his mindscape. Hah. At least it’s putting useless things to good use. Why not... Qilan turns around and plans a space pirate kidnapping, recreates the doll’s face, and fabricates an identity as a “gold-digging, promiscuous Omega social butterfly.” He successfully becomes the love rivals’ doll wife, who drops into their lives from the sky, and returns to the Empire to take revenge. To his abstinent love rival Alpha A, Qilan says boldly and seductively, “Life is short. Why not enjoy it while you can?” He teases him until he repeatedly loses control and turns into an addict. To his hedonistic love rival B, Qilan asks sharply, “Do you love me, or do you love my body?” To prove his love, B transforms into a stubborn endurance champion who forces himself to hold back. To his hypocritical love rival C, Qilan runs his fingertips across his chest. “Sometimes I really want to cut your heart out and see if you’re sincere or just pretending. But somehow, I can’t bring myself to do it.” Three parts truth and seven parts lie. C’s heart gives a little flutter, and he falls completely into the trap Qilan has woven. Qilan pretends to confess his love while drawing vitality from them to repair his mindscape and sowing discord among them. He watches them take on his enemies for his sake, and turn against their friends and brothers for him. Just as Qilan is smugly preparing to reap the rewards of their conflict, he’s exposed. The Empire’s nobles watch as three major figures, A, B, and C, lower themselves to be captivated by a lowly, promiscuous social-climbing Omega of unknown identity, even fighting openly in the street without regard for their status. They sneer, waiting for the three to come to their senses and kick the social butterfly out. Then they can take him home and keep him for themselves. But they wait and wait, and A, B, and C never kick him out. Instead, they watch as the three support the social butterfly and push him onto the throne? They vehemently oppose it, though their own thoughts are unfit to be seen. Until the social butterfly gives off the pheromones they’ve always been curious about but never managed to identify. It’s the pheromones of the person they once feared most, the one they could never even speak of. From then on, their nightmares and erotic dreams are all of the same person. Proud and abstinent, unscrupulous venomous beauty top * Love rivals A, B, and C with a thing for uniforms Reader’s Guide: 1. Top-focused story, featuring a stunning, universally adored top. Everyone hates him before falling in love; after his identity is exposed, they both hate and love him. 2. Includes mud-play involving the top. The empathy dolls are like the version you’d find on an adult novel site. The top’s doll has a “secret,” but the top himself doesn’t. 3. The story is 1vN for most of the way; the ending is undecided. Theme: Strive onward and work hard.