BambooFirefly

[WSA 2024 Entry]
(I owe everyone 16 chapters TT I'll deliver them soon, hopefully.)

[The Imperial Consort could have been so much more than what we were shown.]

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Genius Neurosurgeon Lǐ Xīnyuàn died while being held at the gunpoint to perform a surgery on a terrorist leader.

When he opened his eyes, he had transmigrated into a world similar to a Webnovel he'd been forced to read by a colleague.

Now you'd think Lǐ Xīnyuàn had transmigrated into that Webnovel. But did he?

No! Instead he'd been transmigrated into that webnovel's spin-off/"what-if" version of the story with nothing but the superficial knowledge of the plot thanks to reading the main novel.

Now tasked with the mission of avoiding plotholes, unnecessary dog-blood, death and following the storyline to ensure the male lead's ascension to the throne of Supreme Emperor, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

And why did no one tell him that his character had to be married into the Male Lead's harem??

What about the Female Lead?

Later:

Lǐ Xīnyuàn: Why doesn't Your Highness spend the night with concubine Yang?

ML: Don't want to.

Lǐ Xīnyuàn: ... Why?

ML: Are you pushing me away?

Lǐ Xīnyuàn: QAQ

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Reborn To Be The Imperial Consort [BL]

Warning: Voluntary body modification. (Temporarily) Trans male character. Cunnilingus.

Long ZhenHai groaned, mouth unlatching itself from Hu Lijing's throat with one harsh bite.

"Jing'ge… Jing'ge…" His voice murmured, lips kissing the throbbing pulse along the fox's neck before travelling down to suck and bite at his delicate clavicle. "Don't hate me… Don't hate me, please. I don't want to hurt you…"

Rising up, the leaking hard tip of his length poked through the tattered robes hanging on his body with the last bit of their resilience.

"I— I… Don't hate you…" Hu Lijing's pupils dilated, eyes falling shut once more as he pulled Long closer, hips bucking against the dragon grinding into him. "Ah… hah…"

(M) Thalassotélos— III