After Forcing the Dragon-Aotian to Marry Me

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Daytime, You Call Me Husband; at Night, I Call You Husband

Liu Xiantang transmigrated, and landed in a cultivation world, no less!

Someone threw his head back and laughed. "Mwahahahaha! If I, Liu Xiantang, had been born, the ages would not have been shrouded in endless night!"

The System said blandly, "Don't get ahead of yourself. Take a look at the plot first."

After reading the plot, he went: …

"Could you please explain why a male-oriented, engagement-breaking, overpowered hero novel has a fiance character?!"

The System: "Heh. So the male lead can be homophobic."

Liu Xiantang: "Heh. Great. I'm homophobic too."

When he opened his eyes again, he was standing at the engagement-breaking scene, turned into a vicious cannon-fodder character shouting about ending the engagement.

Then the overpowered male lead, who had instantly leveled up to the max, killed him on the spot.

Damn you, Heavenly Dao!

I hate how the moon hangs high in the sky, yet shines on everyone but me!

Qin An was once a fallen prodigy, abandoned by his clan and married off to Liu Xiantang.

As he made his way back to the top, he happened to meet the love of his life, whom he treasured like a priceless jewel.

Everyone knew that Qin An loved his cultivation partner with an all-consuming passion.

Liu Xiantang scoffed. "Yeah, he's just a taciturn homophobe."

Love, my foot!

He calls me "brother" all day, every day, and won't even let me touch his hand!

Liu Xiantang was about to die of impatience. If he didn't dual cultivate with someone soon, his furnace physique would kill him!!!

That night, in desperation, he drugged his senior brother, only for the overpowered male lead to drink it instead.

Qin An pressed down over him, his possessiveness nearly overflowing. "Husband, why have you changed your heart?"

Liu Xiantang buried his burning red face in the crimson pillow, his lashes damp enough to soak the bed.

The man gripped his trembling wrist and leaned close to his ear, laughing in a low voice. "Am I not enough for you, husband? Hmm?"

Unable to answer, and pressed too hard by the questions, he could only whimper and kick out at him...

What the hell? Did this homophobic overpowered hero drink the wrong medicine?!

Help!

I hate how the sun hangs high in the sky, shining on me and me alone!

Reader's Guide

1. Pure-hearted, straightforward young master bottom x crazy, devoted, overpowered hero top

2. One-on-one, happy ending, both are each other's first

3. A cultivation-world romance

4. Please support our adorable bottom! Our little Tang'er is a bit dim but very pretty, and he slaps people with gusto

5. The top drank a bowl of herbal medicine and cured himself, going from homophobic to gay

P.S. My tastes are weird, so please go easy on me. But I promise they'll give as good as they get.

A no-responsibility bonus scene:

After Liu Xiantang faked his death and came back, he found his good buddy passionately kissing his corpse.

Once the man was done, Liu Xiantang cautiously opened his eyes. "...Hi?"

Good buddy: "…"

"I've been tending your body for a hundred years. Aren't you touched?"

Liu Xiantang stared silently at his now-darkened good buddy.

Don't move. Don't dare move.

His good buddy looked back at him.

A chill filled the air.

I believe you, I believe you. You were tending it with your tongue, weren't you?

Lying meekly in his good buddy's arms, Liu Xiantang touched his aching mouth and sobbed:

"I'm touched. So touched."

Sob.

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Coming soon: modern-day romance The Real Young Master Lost His Memory. Please add it to your library!

Modern-day fluffy-furry story The Rabbit Way of Humanity is also open for library additions.

Angsty historical BL The Master Ran Off with the Grandmaster! is coming soon.

Blurb for The Master Ran Off with the Grandmaster!:

Shen Du regretted insisting on going to find his master in the middle of the night.

With red-rimmed eyes, he knelt before his master and rested his head on his knee. "Master, this disciple was wrong."

His master was silent for a moment, then reached up to stroke the top of his head.

"Good disciple, you're so badly hurt. Of course your master must go ask for medicine on your behalf."

His master's voice above him was cool and clear, like spring water striking jade. Shen Du obediently looked up and met those indifferent yet gentle eyes.

Shen Du spotted the ambiguous red marks hidden beneath his master's sleeve.

He was caught off guard by the memory of what he had seen his master doing that night.

Those cool eyes had brimmed with tears, dazed and broken. White hair trailed across the ground, his body filthy. His usual aloof, untouchable dignity had turned into something bewitching and wanton, coyly resisting while drawing men in like a demon.

The wild man's hands on the bed had gripped his slender waist, veins standing out.

Just as Shen Du was clutching his master's robes now.

His master lowered his head to look at him.

So slutty.

Shen Du was so jealous he was going insane. His eyes dark, the youth still managed an even more obedient smile, rubbing his cheek against his master's palm. "Master, you'll always stay by this disciple's side, won't you?"

Just one touch from him, and his master would be dripping wet, wouldn't he?

In any case, his grand formation was complete.

Next month, his master would be his.

"Of course."

His master stroked his head like a puppy and looked at him fondly.

"Good. This disciple won't disappoint you!"

"Master! Master! Du'er was just momentarily led astray. Please forgive him this once!"

The white-robed immortal knelt before the unattainably lofty immortal's cave dwelling, his expression anguished, his voice choked with grief.

A sliver of daylight fell from the cave. Another white-robed immortal stepped out barefoot, backlit and tall, his face hidden in shadow, like a ghost or demon.

"Master!"

The immortal crawled forward on his knees and looked up at the white-robed immortal.

The man before him was none other than the sect's reclusive half-step ascension Venerable. The two immortals looked alike in bearing, as though cut from the same cloth.

The immortal said angrily, his voice low, "Chang Yuan, I told you long ago that this boy must not be allowed to live! You know he's your disciple, but do you know that you are my disciple too?!"

"You care for your treacherous disciple, who betrayed his master, and won't let me care for my disciple, who's about to die?"

The immortal's slender, pale wrist trembled, as lovely as if painted by hand. His beautiful eyes glimmered with tears as he pleaded, slowly catching hold of the other's robe.

At the sight of this, the immortal laughed in fury and bent down to whisper over his head.

"I can let him live."

"Just like that day, use yourself as the price."

Reader's Guide

1. Both are each other's first, one-on-one, happy ending. A cool, beautiful, white-haired master who fiercely protects his disciple x an immortal grandmaster whose long-dormant passion has driven him mad

2. The disciple is a villain and part of the setup. Every time he's about to succeed, the grandmaster cuts in.

3. The master sees his disciple only as a son, with no romantic feelings.

4. A very, very angsty love triangle, packed with melodramatic elements such as abuse, pregnancy, and miscarriage. There are too many to list one by one.

Blurb for The Real Young Master Lost His Memory:

In the seventh year after getting together with the real young master, he hit his head and damaged his brain.

Maybe he had read too many novels. When he heard his family had a fake young master, he shouted that the fake young master was going to swindle the family and kill him, then demanded that he be thrown out of the house.

The butler, who knew about the pair's relationship, tried to stop him again and again. "Young Master, you can't do that."

The real young master: "I can and I will! Get him out of my house!"

The fake young master happened to pass by, rolled his eyes, and cheerfully started packing. He was really going to leave.

At that moment, the real young master saw the fake young master roll his eyes and was struck by his beauty. Even his eye-roll was so transcendent.

So he pulled him over and, without any coaching, spoke in a sultry voice. "Baby, do you believe in love at first sight?"

The fake young master: ?

The fake young master blinked, looking pitiful. "Young Master, I'm your fake older brother's boyfriend. I'm leaving with him now."

The real young master was furious. Why was the person he'd fallen for at first sight the boyfriend of that fake nobody? As expected, the fake young master wanted to steal everything from him!

So the real young master hugged the fake young master and said, like a domineering CEO, "He's not good enough for you! Come with me, beautiful. I'll treat you even better!"

The fake young master: == Does this guy have something wrong with his brain?

The butler: == Yes, Young Master.

The fake young master wiped away his tears. "I'm sorry, Young Master. Your brother and I truly love each other. Love can't be measured in money!"

The real young master got angry. "What's so great about that fake nobody? Get together with me, and I'll give you half my fortune."

The fake young master kept wiping away his tears. "Young Master, please let your brother and me be together! Even if he has no money, I can work and support him. I love him so much!"

The real young master got angry. "What's so great about him? I don't care. You belong with me."

The fake young master sobbed and led him on. "No, you can't lock me up."

A light bulb suddenly lit up in the real young master's head. He gripped the fake young master's chin. "Man, I'm going to lock you up and turn you into my caged songbird!"

The fake young master put on a very convincing act. "No! Please, Young Master!"

And so the fake young master successfully began a relaxing life at home, with meals brought to him and everything he needed placed at his fingertips, servants catering to him in and out of bed.

At last, no more miserable seven-in-the-morning-to-ten-at-night job. What a dream!

[Bonus Scene]

The real young master finally recovered his memory.

When the fake young master saw him return, he was lounging on the sofa and leisurely eating fruit. He slipped into character in an instant, with impressive dedication.

He struck a frail pose and said mournfully, "When are you going to let me go? I miss your brother."

The real young master laughed angrily as he took off his clothes and walked over.

The fake young master was stunned. Why did this idiot seem different?

It took him half a day to realize that his cheap little brother had recovered his memory and was now making him pay back everything, with interest.

This time, the fake young master really cried. He cried and cursed, then bit the real young master's shoulder. "You bastard, don't you dare get carried away!"

The real young master pleaded sweetly. "Just once, big brother."

He hadn't heard him call him big brother in ages, and his heart softened at once.

Then he spent half a month cursing his past self for being softhearted.

1. A brain-damaged husky of a real young master top x a fake young master who is a master actor and plays the delicate wife

2. Both are each other's first. A short, sweet fake-incest story; they're not registered under the same household

3. I don't think there's anything else to warn for, so that'll do for now

Theme: Love may be separated by mountains and seas, but mountains and seas can be overcome.