Don't Come Any Closer!

[There's a recommendation for another upcoming story below. Feel free to check it out if you're interested.] After Ji Wu Qiu died and opened her eyes, she discovered that she'd been bound to a Favored Consort System. The System confidently promised that it could help her become the Sultan's most glamorous, most beloved consort of the century, with enough power to go down in history! Ji Wu Qiu: "...Become whose consort?" System: "The Sultan's." Ji Wu Qiu took a look at herself in the gleaming bronze mirror. Deep honey-colored skin, a full, smooth bust, silver-white braids adorned with gems and strings of beads... and, when she looked down, a clearly visible six-pack. System: "..." The System covered its nonexistent eyes and shrieked, "Ah! How horrifying! What is thaaat?!" Plans have changed. Let's start over. The Favored Consort System bound itself to Ji Wu Qiu's soul, but sent her into the body of a man with dark skin and a huge chest. In some ancient country in an unknown fictional world. And, obviously, the Sultan is a man too. The System tried to stay calm. "It's fine. Just a tiny little accident. Our target is still the same..." Ji Wu Qiu punched the System in her mind twice. She likes men with dark skin and huge chests. She didn't want to become one herself! If anyone wants to be a favored consort, they can do it themselves! She could ignore the System's tasks, but she still had to keep struggling to survive in this country. First of all, the people here were way too open-minded, and had absolutely no qualms about what they did in bed! But she couldn't bring herself to do anything with a man in her male body, and her mind wouldn't let her do anything with a woman... So Ji Wu Qiu threw out the male nobles who came looking for sex for the 18th time. She ripped up the silk scarf a female noble sent her for the 23rd time. She turned down an invitation to a massive group sex party at the bathhouse for the 39th time... The more she resisted, the more enthusiastic they became. They even started betting on who could pluck this unattainable flower. Ji Wu Qiu: "...Are these people sick? When will they give it a rest? Is a forcibly picked melon especially sweet or something?!" For self-preservation, she pretended to join a new religion that stressed celibacy and asceticism. She adopted orphans, used education to change society's values, and exchanged System items to develop technology... Over the course of several years, she rose from a fake follower of the new religion to its real pope. She just couldn't figure out why she always felt someone's eyes on her. But it wasn't a big deal. Her followers were spread throughout the entire Rose Kingdom, her students had become important officials, and her adopted son had become the new religion's holy son... Surely there couldn't be any problems now. Ji Wu Qiu wiped her sweat, turned around, and immediately met several pairs of loving eyes, along with all sorts of furtive little schemes. Ji Wu Qiu: "..." Exile! Exile! Every last one of you! After dealing with those troublemakers, Ji Wu Qiu returned to her bedroom and received a gift from the Sultan, supposedly a present to congratulate her on becoming pope. She unfolded it to reveal a translucent gauze robe embroidered with gold thread and inlaid with jewels. System, choking back tears with excitement: "Our mission is actually about to be completed..." Ji Wu Qiu: "..." Riiip. - [Content warning] [Important] A woman transmigrates into a man's body. Wish fulfillment, everyone-loves-the-protagonist, and a freewheeling story written for fun by a morally chaotic troublemaker. If this isn't for you, don't read. - All romantic feelings are one-sided. Ji Wu Qiu will not reciprocate. She is a solitary, unattainable flower and the idealized love of everyone's life. - Alternate history, loosely modeled on the Ottoman Empire, with clothing and customs that borrow a little from ancient Greece and Rome. Many original additions. Apart from the Favored Consort System, there is no other supernatural activity. This has no connection to the real world, so just enjoy it and don't worry about historical accuracy. A recommendation from my profile's upcoming stories: Summoned by My Descendant from Six Hundred Years in the Future Blurb: Yadeline Suleiman was one of the founders of the Etris Federation, the pioneer of card-crafting combat, and the undisputed strongest war goddess. When she opened her eyes, she found herself transformed into a spirit. And in this filthy, messy little room stood a boy who looked like he had the worst luck in the world. He even looked a little like her. Yadeline: "...?" Before she could say anything, he let out a loud "Aagh!" and instantly flung himself at her, sliding onto his knees and wrapping his arms around her legs as he cried out desperately. "Great ancestor, please, I'm begging you, save me!!" Great ancestor, sob, I'm useless, please save me! Only then did Yadeline learn that her nth-generation descendant was a good-for-nothing at the bottom of his class, a target for his classmates' wanton bullying, and even his background was a favorite target of their malicious ridicule. After hearing him out, the great ancestor Yadeline smiled faintly, gently patted her nth-generation descendant's head, and said, "Step aside. I'll handle this." The most popular online novels these days are about transmigrating back to the founding era to fall in love with Yadeline and build a career alongside her. The most popular movies are remakes set in the founding era, when famous figures were everywhere... There are only Yadeline fans and deranged Yadeline fans. For that reason, most students at Toran Academy hate Servien, who is at the bottom of his class. They're jealous that he's Yadeline's descendant, and they hate him for disgracing her name. Until one day, the usually timid and weak Servien suddenly changes. "You're all trash." The noble student, kicked to the ground, stares blankly at Servien standing over him. Servien, with Yadeline on the inside, looks down at him and smiles contemptuously. "So are you." It was clearly an insult, but for some inexplicable reason, he felt... that Servien had a trace of Lady Yadeline about him. Gradually, Servien notices a subtle change in the way the students at Toran Academy treat him. Students are always watching him from afar, their eyes filled with an intense passion he can't understand. There are also all kinds of clingy antics that make his scalp tingle. Servien stares blankly for a while, then jolts in alarm. "What do you mean, your great ancestor? She's my great ancestor!" "Aah! I'll protect her virtue with my life! And my own, too!!" Yadeline: "...Heh." - [Content warning] [Important] The female lead possesses the male lead's body as a spirit throughout the early, middle, and late stages. One-sided feelings abound, and she's everyone's idealized love. Wish fulfillment, written for fun by a morally chaotic troublemaker. If this isn't for you, don't read. - The combat system is based on card crafting. Card cultivators are divided into body cultivators, technique cultivators, and other schools. Yadeline is an all-around demon king. - Yadeline is the kind of person featured in textbooks, the kind whose statue stands in the Federal Central Congress. There will be many depictions of the female lead becoming a famous historical figure in later generations, and even more fans. - A fictional world with no connection to reality. Just enjoy it and don't worry about historical accuracy. Theme: Be brave enough to be yourself