After Being Forced Into This Obsessive Love, the Master Is Starting to Get a Little Hooked - Chapter 1

【Deposit your brains here.】

That is all.

“Rip!”

Bian Menghan knelt at the knees of Shi Changting, staring intently at the other man’s soul-stirring, aloof sleeping face.

The white outer robe, crafted from the finest material, had been tossed onto the floor. [Text omitted in original]

Bian Menghan’s breathing suddenly became heavy and ragged.

“Master!”

He could not help but cover Shi Changting’s cheek with one hand, murmuring:

“You must wake up soon.”

“Master!”

If you do not wake up soon, your disciple will not be able to resist.

Unable to resist.

Bian Menghan. [Text omitted in original]

His gaze instantly turned terrifyingly dark.

End of Full Text.

After typing those three words, Shen Xiuwen felt an immense sense of relief.

He was a fairly obscure web novelist. This book, After the Master Was Forced into Love, He Became Slightly Hooked, was his third work, and he had been updating it for over a month.

However, because his story followed the Shou-perspective and he had been mercilessly tormenting the Shou, the “Shou-fans” had banded together, daily greeting his ancestors for eighteen generations and threatening to “dox” and cyberbully him.

He was not exactly scared, but it inevitably affected his writing flow.

On top of that, he had just passed the civil service examination. Now that he had a stable job, he decided in a fit of rage to abandon the book!

You want to curse?

Go ahead and curse!

I am not writing anymore!

Let us see who you will curse now!

Go ahead and curse whoever you want!

I am done serving you people!

Shen Xiuwen closed the page, threw his computer aside, and lay down on his bed with a peaceful mind.

Finally, no more staying up late to write.

Finally, he could get a good night’s sleep.

From now on, no matter who came to curse him, he would not care.

Let them curse all they want!

He did not know how much time had passed, but in his groggy state, he seemed to hear someone talking.

“Master! Master!”

It was a man’s voice.

The tone was deep, affectionate, and restrained.

One call after another, like a spell, ringing deep within his consciousness.

Before he could even figure out what was going on, he suddenly felt a chill on his body.

Immediately, [Text omitted in original].

Damn it!

Shen Xiuwen felt goosebumps rise all over his body, then immediately wither away.

His first reaction was: Where did this pervert come from?!

How dare you touch this young master?!

I charge for this!!!

【Beep.】

In his daze, Shen Xiuwen heard a mechanical voice deep in his mind.

Then, the voice said:

【System successfully bound.】

【Congratulations to the author for being selected by the system to transmigrate into the book “After the Master Was Forced into Love, He Became Slightly Hooked” as the male protagonist, Shi Changting.】

What?!!!

Who?!!

Shen Xiuwen shrieked in horror, his hair standing on end!

You said transmigrate into whom?!!!

Say that again!!!

【The author deliberately left the readers hanging at a cliffhanger, causing the readers to be driven mad by curses, resulting in sky-high resentment that manifested into terrifying psychic energy, thus being selected by the system.】

【Therefore, the system has decided to fulfill their demands: let the author transmigrate into the book and personally live out the life of Shi Changting.】

【It serves as an answer to the readers.】

What the…!!!

Shen Xiuwen was stunned, his brain buzzing!

I quit updating, is that not enough!

Is there no justice in this world?!

What kind of readers join forces to send an author into his own book to be tortured! They are the perverts!

Acting on the principle that a hero does not suffer immediate losses and should know when to bow their head, Shen Xiuwen cursed viciously in his heart but surrendered very quickly on the surface.

He said weakly, “Um, I will resume updating. No, I will go write it right now, just do not make me transmigrate, okay?”

Bian Menghan was his “biological son”; no one knew better than him what a monster he had written.

That Gong was dark, violent, paranoid, calculating, fragile/yandere, unscrupulous, bottomless—if he wanted something, he had to have it.

He always forced the aloof, high-and-mighty Shou, who was like an immortal, to suffer through all sorts of unspeakable “interactions” until he was half-dead.

When he wrote it, Shen Xiuwen had been ruthless, throwing every twisted plot point he could think of into the mix.

He never expected that writing the book would be a joy, but transmigrating into it would be a funeral pyre!

Just thinking about the scenes he wrote for Shi Changting that could not be broadcasted happening to him.

Shen Xiuwen shuddered violently.

Almost instantly, he felt a certain private part of his body begin to ache.

No!

Absolutely not!!!

Absolutely, absolutely not!!!

He could not transmigrate!

He did not want to get “deflowered” like that!

【Denied.】

The system’s voice was cold and mechanical, severing Shen Xiuwen’s last sliver of hope.

【Once the mission is initiated, it cannot be stopped. Only when the host completes the mission can they return to their original world.】

Damn it!

Shen Xiuwen felt he had used up all his capacity for cursing today.

It is a predatory contract!

You cannot do this!

I do not want to be “intimate” with a character I created!

Is that not just incestuous chaos!

“I do not.”

Before he could finish shouting, in the next second, the system kicked him into the world of the novel.

“Off you go.”

The system’s measured, deliberate voice sounded exactly like a victor who had just trampled an opponent, calm and unhurried.

A pair of hands applied a little force.

Shen Xiuwen groaned. He desperately wanted to wake up, but for some reason, he felt he had consciousness, yet no matter what he did, he could not open his eyes.

He could only let it happen.

Shit!

Once I wake up, I will definitely chop off those claws of yours!

Accompanying this irritating, numbing sensation, Shen Xiuwen drifted into an even deeper sleep.

He did not know how long it had been before he suddenly opened his eyes and flipped up.

Before him was an extremely simple yet elegant quiet chamber. The soft sunlight shone into the room, making it look warm and peaceful.

But inside, Shen Xiuwen felt like he was experiencing a stormy sea.

Because this was precisely the bedroom of the male lead, Shi Changting, from the novel he had written.

It was exactly as he had written, exactly as he had imagined.

Shen Xiuwen’s whole body could not stop trembling.

He had actually, truly, transmigrated.

He rushed to the mirror. The person in the mirror had skin as white as snow, hair as black as satin, and a face as handsome as jade. His aura was aloof and detached, like an immortal.

It seemed that as long as he stood there, everything in the world could not compare to him lifting his eyes.

Shen Xiuwen could not help but touch his own face with one hand.

This is too beautiful.

Although he had not spared any effort to stack every beautiful word onto Shi Changting when writing, seeing the face and body he had created with his own eyes was still a massive shock.

He could not help but think: With a face like this, it is no wonder he was…

Suddenly, he reacted.

My God!

What am I thinking!

That is too sinful!

I am actually thinking about the “rationality” of that happening!

This is not okay!

Although when he was writing, the plot of the “high-mountain flower” Master being handled this way and that by the dark, yandere disciple was very stimulating, the premise was that the person being handled should not be himself!