Black Lotus Female Lead, Don’t Love Me Too Much

Lu Xiangyu transmigrates into a stock picking novel as a cannon-fodder Demon Lord who shares her name.
As a cannon fodder character, she is supposed to be slain by the female lead with a single strike. At the moment of life and death, Lu Xiangyu desperately sweet talks and misleads the heroine, barely saving her own skin then ties up the Demon Lord who has lost all her cultivation and drags her back to the Immortal Sect.

As the universally adored black-lotus female lead, Song Shenshi is not only stunningly beautiful but also overwhelmingly powerful and intelligent, navigating various harem-style love battlefields with ease.

Watching from the front row, Lu Xiangyu: More, please let me ship harder!

The gentle and refined Male Lead No.1, who has long harbored unrequited love for the heroine, stops her:
“Junior Sister, I have a favor to ask. I need you to be alone with me.”

The puppy-like Male Lead No.2, who sticks to her side every day, is unhappy:
“Senior Sister, you only like me, right?!”

Male Lead No.3, a fated encounter she once saved, was merely passing by yet he has already crushed the flowers in his hand.

“Song Shenshi, do you like me or do you like them?!”

Lu Xiangyu: Tsk tsk, everyone calm down don’t love too hard.

While the harem is outwardly anxious and frantic, a certain villain is laughing so hard in the corner that she’s practically in full bloom. Song Shenshi’s expression darkens; she suddenly strides over and pins someone against a tree.

“I want you.”

“?”

Facing the murderous gazes of the harem, Lu Xiangyu panics.
“Wait this isn’t how the plot is supposed to go—”

Her protest is cut off when Song Shenshi bites down hard on her lips.

Song Shenshi binds Lu Xiangyu to her side, claiming it is to keep her from committing further evil deeds. But when she tricks this person into her sect and then deceives her into the bridal chamber.

She restrains her hands and kisses her tremblingly.
The person beneath her struggles slightly, then rises to press their lips together.

That person chuckles slyly, like someone who has stolen honey:
“Fell for it, didn’t you? Don’t tell me… you actually like me now.”