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After Transmigrating into the Main Shou, I Topped the Paranoid Big Shot 2


Chapter 2

Zong Mo still wasn’t used to sleeping with someone else. He tossed and turned until midnight before finally falling asleep, and woke up as the sky was just beginning to lighten.

The feel of the unfamiliar bed, along with the messy traces of a night of passion, confirmed to him that he had really transmigrated into the book.
The kind you can’t go back from.

Beside his pillow, Ruan Chi was still asleep. The flush had faded completely from his face, leaving his skin fair and translucent. His dark hair was a mix of curls and waves, making him look, surprisingly, a bit like an angel.

An angelic sponsor, who had just been slept with by his golden canary.

Despite the lack of sleep, Zong Mo was in a reasonably good mood. To avoid waking the sleeping man, he got out of bed lightly and went to the bathroom to wash up.

The person in the mirror had a face identical to his own. Once the carefully styled hair was messed up, he realized even its length wasn’t much different from his original hair.
When he was young, people had often praised him for being beautiful, with a pair of phoenix eyes that curved inwards at the corners and tilted up at the ends. As he grew up, the lines of his face became more angular, with a straight nose and thin lips. His gaze remained gentle, but his overly refined features gave him a hint of unapproachable distance.

He was also tall, around 188 cm (6’2″). He hadn’t paid much attention last night, but thinking back now, something felt off. How could he, a main shou, be this tall? He was even a few centimeters taller than Gong #2, Ruan Chi.

According to the typical conventions of a novel from that site, the main shou was definitely not supposed to be taller than any of the gongs. Otherwise, it would have to be reclassified as an “ultimate top” novel.

Last night, he had only taken off his suit jacket and lifted the hem of Ruan Chi’s shirt to feel around a bit; his own shirt had remained on.
Now, as he took off his shirt to shower, he subconsciously turned his arm over. There, he saw a faint, light pink scar, about six or seven centimeters long. He had gotten it when he was a child at the orphanage, scalded by boiling water while cooking noodles for the younger kids.

Zong Mo: …

He had heard of this situation before. It was called “body transmigration.”

The good news was, he had transmigrated into the main shou with his own “ultimate top” physique, which greatly reduced the risk of being bottomed.
But, he had actually slept with his sponsor using his own body. This made it impossible for him to just be a scumbag and walk away without taking responsibility.

Just as he was thinking this, he turned around and met Ruan Chi’s haunting gaze.

“What did you do to me?” Ruan Chi’s tone was just as haunting.

Zong Mo, lacking experience in handling this kind of situation, fell silent for a moment before saying, “What did I do…? I just… did it?”

“You… you actually dared…”

Ruan Chi’s anger had barely begun to sprout when his legs inconveniently gave out. He stumbled and fell into Zong Mo’s arms.

There were still one or two steps between them, so Zong Mo had to stretch out his arms to barely catch him. But Ruan Chi was falling so far forward that Zong Mo had to grab his butt with one hand, even giving it a firm hoist upwards.

Ruan Chi let out a hiss, sucking in a long, sharp breath of cold air.

“Does it hurt?” Zong Mo asked with concern.

Ruan Chi was not appreciative. “You’ve got a lot of nerve.”

As a transmigrated top who wasn’t a total scumbag, Zong Mo patiently helped him stand steady and stated the facts earnestly: “Yesterday, you got hard from just a few kisses. Don’t tell me you were too drunk. A truly drunk person can’t get it up.”

Ruan Chi: “…”

“Besides, I was already tired, but you were the one who dragged me into another round. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be in so much pain!”

Ruan Chi looked like he wanted to kill him.

Zong Mo chose to shut up.

“Do you know who I am?” Ruan Chi asked.

Zong Mo thought to himself: *I know. I also know you’re a 0 who self-righteously thinks he’s a 1.*

Of course, he didn’t dare say that out loud. “I’m a straight guy… how could I possibly be the one on the bottom?”

In the novel, the original Zong Mo was indeed turned from straight to gay and had a long internal struggle after discovering he was a shou. Zong Mo felt this explanation was very reasonable.
Anyway, what’s done is done. The raw rice has already been cooked. What could Ruan Chi do to him besides enjoy it?

“…Very good,” Ruan Chi said. “From now on, you will do everything I’m about to say.”

The topic changed a bit too fast for Zong Mo to react.

“First, when you don’t have work, you need to prepare three meals a day for me. Even if I’m not home, you still have to prepare them. I’ll come back to eat.”

Zong Mo: …

See? He knew the guy wasn’t truly drunk.
He at least remembered the bowl of porridge he drank very clearly.

“Second, be on standby at all times, available on call. Whenever I have a need, you must come over immediately, no matter where you are.”

Zong Mo interjected, “What kind of need?”

Ruan Chi retorted, “What do you think?”

Zong Mo shut up.

“Third, for any job An Lan gets for you, you need to ask me first. You can only go if I agree.”

Zong Mo nodded without objection. An Lan must be the woman from last night, his manager.

“Fourth… Hmm, I’ll add more later if I think of anything. Alright, you can go make breakfast now.”

Zong Mo felt that the job of a golden canary should be different from that of a nanny.
But his sponsor was clearly planning to work him like two people in one.

Ruan Chi took a large spoonful of lean pork congee into his mouth, his eyes narrowing in satisfaction.
When he was sober, he didn’t smack his lips, and there was nothing on the side of his mouth, but he still habitually licked his lips, making them moist and rosy.

Zong Mo averted his gaze and buried his head in his own congee, feeling that it didn’t taste as good as it looked.

As luck would have it, he had no work for the entire day. So Zong Mo worked overtime at his sponsor’s house, cooking.
At least Ruan Chi didn’t make him handle the cleaning too. Around noon, a few cleaning ladies came over and cleaned the entire villa, and also washed the bedsheets.

Zong Mo: …

He could have washed the sheets himself and let the ladies do the cooking.
Didn’t Ruan Chi find this embarrassing?

So he asked Ruan Chi, “Why don’t you let the ladies cook? My cooking skills aren’t even that great.”

“I’ve spent so much money, I have to get some interest back.” Ruan Chi gave him a meaningful smile. “Don’t I?”

During dinner, Zong Mo received a call from An Lan, reminding him about the magazine shoot the next morning. She told him to rest early and avoid eating anything that could cause bloating.

Zong Mo dutifully reported this to his sponsor. Ruan Chi raised an eyebrow, seeming to hear about it for the first time.
After a long moment, he tapped the table lightly and said, “Fine. I’ll go with you tomorrow.”

Zong Mo didn’t know if the previous sponsor used to personally supervise his work, but now that he had accepted his new identity, and with the three post-coital agreements, he had no reason to refuse.

Following An Lan’s advice, Zong Mo went to bed early. He was sound asleep when the loud ringing of his phone startled him awake.
To avoid waking his sponsor next door, he hung up first, only then seeing that the caller was: CEO Ruan.

Zong Mo’s sleepiness vanished instantly. He got out of bed and knocked on the door next to his.
“Come in.”

Zong Mo pushed the door open and saw his sponsor sitting on the bed, typing on a laptop.
Ruan Chi rubbed his eyes, closed the laptop, and said, “Perfect timing. I just finished my work.”

…So overbearing CEOs also have to work overtime late at night?
Zong Mo glanced at the clock on the wall. Two in the morning. He tentatively ventured, “So… you worked hard?”
Was that the right thing to say?

Ruan Chi beckoned with his finger and said again, “Come here.”
It was like he was calling a dog.

Zong Mo was really tired, and he had work early in the morning, with only a few hours left to sleep. He said, slightly irritated, “What on earth do you want?”

“Take off your clothes.”

Zong Mo: …

He checked the time again to confirm. 2:25 AM.
“I have a photoshoot tomorrow morning…”

You have a photoshoot, not me,” Ruan Chi said.

Great. It seemed that last night, it wasn’t just Zong Mo who had a good time. Ruan Chi probably had an even better time.
“CEO Ruan, I’m so sleepy. How about tomorrow?”

“I told you, when I have a need, you can’t refuse,” Ruan Chi said. “You’re four years younger than me. Is your stamina worse than mine?”

What real man could admit he couldn’t perform?
Zong Mo stood his ground for a second, then wilted. “I have to be up at seven…”

“You can sleep here. I’ll wake you up in the morning.”
Ruan Chi really had no intention of letting him go.

Zong Mo thought to himself, I’m the one on top. If I can’t get it up, what can Ruan Chi do to me?

Ruan Chi paid him no mind and directly unbuttoned his pajamas.

Zong Mo: …

Fuck, his body was way too honest.

Because he was woken up in the middle of the night for “exercise,” Zong Mo didn’t sleep very soundly. Even in his dreams, he was exercising.
He would shout “I can’t do it anymore!” only to be dragged back by Ruan Chi by the ankle. When he refused to move, Ruan Chi would just sit on top of him and move by himself.

Zong Mo woke with a start, sensing a weight on his waist.
He frantically felt for it—thankfully, it was just a leg. He turned his head and saw that Ruan Chi was already awake. The faint glow of the laptop screen illuminated his face, which showed no signs of fatigue, a completely different person from the disheveled man he was when drunk.

He was working quite diligently, using Zong Mo’s waist as a leg rest.

Zong Mo shot him a look full of resentment.

Ruan Chi, keenly aware of his movement, said with feigned concern, “You’re awake? You can still sleep for another half hour.”

Zong Mo thought for a moment and asked, “CEO Ruan, was that your first time?”
He was, of course, referring to the time when he was drunk.

Ruan Chi couldn’t have misunderstood, but he only retorted, “What do you think?”

Zong Mo had found out through his phone and ID that his current self was 21, the same as his original age. Ruan Chi was nearly four years older, making him 25 this year. This was also the second year they had been living together.
Through such intimate contact, he was almost certain it was Ruan Chi’s first time. He couldn’t be sure about before, but Ruan Chi was clearly a 0 who thought he was a 1. A 25-year-old virgin having sex for the first time—no wonder his stamina was so intense.

Zong Mo really couldn’t handle it.

For a young, high-quality overbearing CEO to have remained chaste until this age, according to the tropes of novels, there was probably something wrong with him.
For example, he could only get it up for the female lead.
Zong Mo felt that setting was too ridiculous and moved on to the next.
Or perhaps, he was a clean freak.
But he was currently sleeping in Ruan Chi’s bed, and they were lying together on sheets that hadn’t been washed after their “exercise.”

Zong Mo couldn’t figure it out. He suddenly remembered that people also have certain needs in the morning.
He quickly scrambled out of bed and said in a panic, “I’m not sleeping anymore. I’m going to take a shower first.”


After Transmigrating into the Main Shou, I Topped the Paranoid Big Shot

After Transmigrating into the Main Shou, I Topped the Paranoid Big Shot

穿成主角受后我攻了偏执大佬
Status: Ongoing Author: Native Language: Chinese

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Zong Mo read a "love battlefield" novel centered on the shou (the "bottom" in a BL relationship), and discovered he shared the same name as the main character shou.

In the book, the overbearing CEO, Gong #2, after pining unrequitedly for the main gong (a film emperor), keeps the main shou (a D-list celebrity) by his side as a substitute.

However, Zong Mo transmigrates into this very main shou.
The killer is, he's a total top (a pure "1").

To avoid the main shou's fate of being bottomed by the main gong, Zong Mo decides to latch onto Gong #2.
For instance... by topping Gong #2.

The plot, he thought, started to go off the rails right then and there.

The original main shou's role: A pure and innocent "little white flower" in idol dramas / A warm "little sun" on slow-life variety shows.

Zong Mo's reality: Model for [censored] magazines / A master of cross-dressing in a crack comedy / A loveless chef on a variety show.

The main shou's script has completely collapsed. So why on earth are Gongs #1, 2, 3, 4, and 5 still falling head over heels for him?

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