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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The Wandering Samurai and his Beloved General (BL)

The commander inhaled sharply, taking a careful step back to position himself next to Lanling. He didn't want to rely on others to deliver his message. "Your Highness, we're vulnerable without the mages. The soldiers and I might be able to push through if needed, but the more bodies we need to protect, the harder it will get."

Lanling had already figured that much out. His mind was crowded with countless questions, but finding the answers was proving to be a challenge. He tilted his head slightly toward Haruki. "Any luck?"

Haruki, who had tasked the wind with searching for Alba, shook his head after a moment of silence. Fifteen minutes had passed since they left the ritual chambers, and there was still no answer. He sighed, regret evident in his eyes. Looking back at the group behind him, he offered a solution. "We should let them rest. Whether we go outside or not, we can think about it once they've had a chance to recover."

Chapter 138 - Resting while death stares at you