Shen Leyuan transmigrated into a book, landing in the infamous city everyone knew about.
Top 1 was the violent, paranoid, shadowy voyeur of a disabled foster father, with surveillance cameras in every corner.
Top 2 was the foster brother who snuck into bed in the middle of the night behind their dad’s back, his favorite line a snide “little mom.”
Top 3 was the psychologist who wielded manipulative mind games and toys in tandem, plastering walls with photos of the protagonist bottom.
Top 4 was the man who turned into a Tibetan Mastiff, boasting massive pecs once he shifted back to human form.
They brimmed with virility, playing all sorts of kinky games with the bottom every day—and occasionally inviting passersby to join the “fun,” determined to fill the world with raw sex.
Shen Leyuan didn’t transmigrate as the total bottom. He became the perverted tutor instead.
The kind who’d get chopped up and fed to the dogs.
To save his own skin, he pulled his hand off the total bottom’s chest, yanked up his pants, unlocked his phone, and resolved to be an upstanding model tutor from then on.
Years later, Shen Leyuan woke up rubbing his sore waist.
A bigshot proposed with a straight face: “The one from last night was me. Little Deer needs a mom.”
The original bottom scratched furiously at the door outside, seething: “The one from last night was *me*! Don’t believe him, Teacher! QAQ”
The puppyish wolf clung to the window, begging: “The one from last night was *me*! You have to take responsibility!”
The dog-man lunged violently: “Woof woof woof woof woof—!!!”
Shen Leyuan: …
#The healed old tops are splitting personalities again. What to do?
#Online waiting, super urgent!
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**Promo for the main-bottom pre-received novel: “The ‘Honest Man’ of the Shura Arena”
Shen Qingyu lived in that unspeakable city, a proper cuckold top.
When his good friend visited, he flirted shamelessly with Shen Qingyu’s wife above the table and played footsie below—yet Shen Qingyu remained oblivious like a fool.
Out shopping, his wife and her lover shared a passionate kiss in the bathroom, leaving marks to taunt him deliberately, but he stayed blind as ever.
At night in bed, the neighbor pup snuck over in the dead of night and went at it hot and heavy with his wife—yet he slept like the dead.
There was also his boss dropping off the drunken Shen Qingyu and flirting with his wife; a trip where he ran into a friend and his wife slipped out to the next room at midnight; a candlelit dinner he slaved over, only for the lover to show up and freeload…
A year passed. On the day it all came to a head, he calmly awaited the lover’s ambush at the door.
But when he opened it: The puppyish wolf held a rope, the lover gripped a knife, his friend was covered in blood, and his wife charged in fiercely, flat-bottom pan raised high as she laid waste to them all.
Shen Qingyu: ???
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Ye Chen got married, but his husband seemed like a total blind man.
Good friend visiting? Legs rubbing desperately against the husband—only for Ye Chen to kick him back, while the husband ate calmly.
Out shopping? His cousin demanded the husband’s contact info, sparking a brawl—yet the husband never noticed the bruise on Ye Chen’s lip.
At night in bed? The idiot next door slipped into the husband’s sheets, got caught by Ye Chen, and took a savage beating—the bed shook like a sieve, but the husband never stirred.
On their first wedding anniversary, Ye Chen asked darkly: “Do you even know about them—”
“They like you,” his husband asked eagerly. “You’re divorcing me now, right?”
