The top and bottom had been childhood friends, and getting married as adults was only natural.
In their third year of marriage, the bottom began to suspect the top was cheating.
There were always new, ambiguous marks on the top's body, growing larger and more obvious.
The top grew cold toward him and recoiled from his touch.
When he woke in the middle of the night, the top would watch him in the dark with cold, loathing eyes.
The bottom tried carefully to please him, but in the end, he received divorce papers.
His heart broke, and he fainted on the spot.
After passing out, the bottom discovered he was floating, while another version of himself lay on the floor.
The top was still sitting in his chair and hadn't even blinked.
Before the bottom could feel the pain, he saw the body on the floor... stand up.
The body spasmed, as if a soul had been poured into it, and its expression came alive.
The body chuckled. “Get on your knees. What are you waiting for?”
The top watched the body in silence, then slowly stood and knelt at its feet.
The body produced a whip and began lashing him, one stroke after another, each one bringing up sprays of blood.
The bottom fainted again.
He recovered his memories.
It turned out the world he lived in was a power fantasy novel set in the interstellar era, and he was a cannon-fodder character in the book: lazy, vain, unfaithful, and cruel. The top was the villain, driven to become a world-destroying menace by the cannon fodder's abuse.
The bottom, who had transmigrated into a book, loved the top so much that the plot went off the rails and the will of the world intervened. That was why the bottom would often seem to have a “split personality”: one moment he was tender and devoted, the next he would pull out “torture devices” and subject the top to inhuman beatings and verbal humiliation.
After the divorce, the top called the police. The bottom was sentenced to thirty years in prison for “domestic violence,” “abuse,” “insult,” and other crimes.
Every day in prison, the bottom wrote letters to the top. For the first year, there was no reply.
In the second year, the top was forced to visit him in prison, appearing with a dark expression. The first time the bottom saw him, his eyes reddened. “You've lost weight. Have you not been eating properly?”
At their second visit, several months later, the bottom excitedly shoved a large food box into the top's hands. “I've been behaving well in here. I saved up points to exchange for a chance to cook and some ingredients. I made all your favorite dishes.”
At their third visit, the bottom couldn't help stroking the top's face. The top instinctively dodged, glared at him for a while, then kissed him passionately.
The bottom worked hard and struggled day and night, and at last earned a reduced sentence and early release in his fifth year.
Shamelessly, he moved into the top's apartment.
Now that his erased memories had returned, he decided he couldn't keep being lazy and make the top shoulder the burden of studying and working to support them both.
The bottom started cooking for the top every day and helping him get healthy.
He used the dessert-making skills he had learned in prison to sell treats at a stall and buy the top a mecha.
He livestreamed his baking on the interstellar internet to help with household expenses.
After accidentally showing his face on livestream, he became an overnight sensation across the internet. Donations and tips poured in, and countless netizens frantically flooded the comments with “husband/wife/big brother, make love to me.”
Late at night, the top pinned the bottom firmly to the bed until the corners of his eyes were wet and red and his voice trembled.
“You're mine alone.”
“Don't respond to those perverts.”
“They all say your top supporter asked to meet you in private and got together with you. Is it true? Answer me!”
The bottom weakly raised a hand and touched the top's face. “Good boy. I only love you.”
Happy ending, both leads are each other's first.
Theme: Love can overcome anything
