Tsukiyu

"In Qiyuan, kissing is an act of mutual surrender. To ask for a kiss is to ask someone to be yours, while offering yourself in return. On that note, making love is a common practice and is regarded as deeply romantic."
—Book 1 of Romances in Qiyuan—

Haruki had no memories prior to his awakening. With only his black katana and his name to ground him in an identity, he lived through every encounter on pure instinct and a great deal of luck.

But it wasn't until he locked eyes with Lanling, those sky-blue orbs gazing at him with the stillness of a lake, that he believed his luck had finally peaked.

Shamelessly, he integrated into General Lanling Cheng's army, finding the man even more pleasing to his eyes the longer he watched over him.

But as Haruki learned more about his new idol, he began to realize just how deep their connection ran, how precious the memories stolen from him were, and how deeply he loved this man.

No matter how many times his mind was wiped clean, his feelings seemed to cross beyond the boundaries of memory, for he had long branded the image and name of Lanling Cheng into the very depths of his soul.

He could only hope for a day when the curse that plagued them—this curse that relentlessly tested their love—would finally be shattered, and they could live on with their lives in peace.

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[Volumes Synopsis]

—Volume 1 [1-50]

Amidst the war between the Silver Dragons and the Black Pythons, familiar faces and voices seemed to emerge from nowhere, as though fate itself were playing a cruel game, tugging relentlessly at Haruki’s mind—almost desperate to make him remember his past.

But to Haruki, the most important thing was meeting and shamelessly flirting with the general, so he couldn’t care less.

Besides, Lanling had told him not to remember, and who was he to disobey his future wife?

—Volume 2 [51-145]

Haruki and his friends find themselves in a typical isekai setting! At least, that's what Haruki originally thought. But soon, he realized the waters in the palace ran deep, and his connection to whatever schemes were brewing here stretched all the way back to before he even came to... Earth?

So, he's a local?

Oh, and there’s that Lanling Cheng… 

Haruki: ...God, why is he so hot?

—Volume 3 [146~300]

Lanling lost his best friend… his boyfriend… his fated lover. And the loneliness brought by the sudden emptiness gripped his heart every day, almost driving him mad, scorching anyone who dared touch his reverse scale.

But just as he gave up dodging the oncoming claws of a chimera, the wind swept him away—into a familiar embrace.

Haruki had come back. With a new identity, a new family, and a new… fiancé?!

Lanling was in tatters. How had his boyfriend become someone else’s fiancé??

Determined to win him back, he appoints Haruki as his knight, keeps him by his side at all times, and climbs into his bed at night…

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[M]—Mature Content

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Best Unca Consultant: Zeriq Haruk [for worldbuilding]

The Wandering Samurai and his Beloved General (BL)

Lanling collapsed back onto the bed, panting as a wave of exhaustion—different from anything he had ever felt—washed over his body. Despite his drained energy, the echoes of pleasure coursing through him left him wanting more.

He licked his dry lips and shifted his gaze to Haruki, who was savoring every bit of his release. Haruki's eyes were glazed with lust and greed, making it obvious he wanted more as well.

The heat that had faded came rushing back, igniting Lanling's body anew. Energy surged from somewhere deep within him, and he sat up abruptly, grabbing Haruki's arms. In an instant, their positions were reversed. Lanling pinned Haruki beneath him, their arousals brushing against each other as he straddled Haruki's lap, a mischievous smile dancing on his lips.

"Alright, my turn," he stated calmly, though his tone carried an edge of playful dominance.

For some reason, Haruki panicked. "Eh, w-wait—"

Chapter 92 - [M] Tastes like Mint