Synopsis:

After transmigrating into a book, I accidentally turned the male lead gay.

The system warned me to get the plot back on track.

But I’m gay, a pure top, and I’m craving the male lead’s body.

When the male lead got wet, I pretended to keep a straight face.

In my mind: “That waist, those legs, got me so turned around I can’t even think straight.”

When the male lead kissed me while drunk, I resisted with a cold face under the system’s threat.

In my mind: “Damn! This man’s kiss is really something.”

Finally, when the female lead appeared, I switched to playing the devoted second male lead, bringing her flowers and trying to win her over.

That night, I was pinned against the entryway, with the man’s voice dangerously low:

“Jiang Jin, you didn’t want it the easy way, so now you’ll take it the hard way. Like giving flowers? Have you figured out how your ass is going to bloom?”

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1

“Did you hurt your mouth?”

When He Yu asked this, both the system and I were stunned.

Dressed in a sleek black suit, his slender fingers flipping through documents, he casually glanced up at me.

Cold and distant, full of restraint.

So serious it was deadly.

If it weren’t for the lingering taste of Long Island Iced Tea in my mouth, I would’ve thought that the person who pressed me down and kissed me last night wasn’t him.

His eyes had been red with drunkenness, his hand firmly gripping my neck.

Urgently and feverishly transferring the taste of liquor through our lips and tongues.

The system shrieked: “What the hell, the male lead kissed you while we weren’t paying attention. Push him away!”

I tried to explain: “I did push, but it didn’t work.”

The system: “You sly dog! That wasn’t pushing! That was obviously a half-hearted rejection, you didn’t even use any strength!”

Me: “Hehe, you caught me, Big System.”

Though the male lead’s kissing skills need improvement—

I felt the raw but fiery contact on my lips: “Damn, it’s intense!”

While the system and I were bantering in my mind, He Yu, sensing my distraction, bit me hard.

A wave of tingling pain shot through me, and I frowned, pushing him away in shock.

Challenging the big system like Yang’s top disciple, I was electrocuted as punishment.

I quickly begged: “I’ll behave now! Please let me go, I’ll scram immediately.”

2

When I was alive, friends used to warn me to tone it down.

To stop being such a flirt.

Or I’d face consequences.

I didn’t listen.

There are plenty of fish in the sea, I couldn’t stick to just one flower.

In the end, they were right.

I messed up and attracted a young mafia heir.

Caught flirting while dating, the heir got furious, drugged, and kidnapped me.

Things went from bad to worse, and the unlucky heir was even unluckier.

We ran into enemies on the road.

In the chaos, I was shot in the chest and died on the spot.

When I woke up, I had transmigrated into a CEO novel.

The cliché, melodramatic story of CEO He Yu and the innocent female lead Shi Qing.

Only the kind and resilient female lead could warm the heart of He Yu, an orphan with a cold soul.

I laughed.

So what does that make me, the brother who stood by the male lead’s side, fighting battles and sacrificing everything?

System: “Relax, you’re still the devoted second male lead. Excited? Happy?”

What a delightful surprise.

I was clearly just a tool in this story.

But to survive, I agreed.

However, I accidentally did too good of a job as the male lead’s “brother,” and his affection level for me exploded.

There was no way I could dream of the male lead.

Even though He Yu was my type, he was off-limits.

I had flirted and messed around in my past life, and now I was paying the price by pretending to be straight.

What a tragedy!

3

Snapping back to reality, I glanced at He Yu’s calm expression.

He must’ve blacked out and forgotten everything from last night.

I licked the wound on my lip; it hurt a bit.

There was an empty feeling inside me.

But it’s better if he doesn’t remember.

Otherwise, things would get too messy.

This romance novel’s male lead was about to turn completely gay.

If it went on any longer, the system would definitely kill me.

“Stop licking. I have some medicine.”

A deep, magnetic voice came through, and suddenly my chin was grabbed.

I hadn’t even noticed He Yu circling around from his desk, holding a tube of ointment, gripping my face between his fingers.

The sensation made my teeth ache, and I couldn’t help but slightly part my lips.

His fingers, rough with calluses, gently applied the ointment to my lips.

Occasionally brushing against my teeth, and as he withdrew his fingers, a bit of saliva glistened.

His pale knuckles gleamed in the sunlight streaming through the window.

There was something inexplicably suggestive about it.

“All done.”

He Yu slowly wiped away the traces of moisture with a tissue.

His face was cold and stern, completely composed.

Totally natural.

But I, the former playboy, felt my face flush with embarrassment:

“Hey, Big System, are you sure your male lead isn’t trying to seduce me?”

System: “He’s just applying some medicine. Only someone with a filthy mind would think it’s dirty.”

Me: “Haha, that’s what you said last time too. And what happened?”

4

That “last time” was about a month ago.

He Yu said the water pipes at his place broke, and I told him to call the property management. But no, he had to fix it himself.

And ended up soaking himself with water.

His thin silk shirt stuck to his skin.

You could see the outline of his muscles, every detail—even the two dark points were clearly visible.

His jawline, dripping with water, disappearing into his collarbones and shoulders.

With that frosty, aloof face of his.

Cold and sensual.

It was enough to make anyone’s mouth go dry.

I told the system: “I bet a bag of spicy chips he’s trying to tempt me.”

“That waist, those legs, I’m so mesmerized I don’t know which way is up.”

The system didn’t believe me: “Don’t flatter yourself, this is a romance novel. Stop with your dirty thoughts.”

It even pulled up the affection meter, which hadn’t been checked in a while, ready to prove me wrong.

The system screamed: “What the hell did you do to my precious lead? His affection level for you is at 99!”

I recounted: “I fought for him at school, shielded him while starting the business, drank on his behalf, and even cooked hangover soup when he was drunk. We live together every day. I told you things would go wrong, but you didn’t believe me!”

The system was in despair.

Because all of this was part of its mission instructions to me.

“Don’t worry, everything is on the right track. As for the male lead turning gay? There’s no way that’s happening!”

5

Luckily, He Yu’s affection level had stayed at 99, never reaching the critical 100 threshold.