Imprisoned by Forced Love! The Yandere Disciple Tied My Hands and Told Me to Be Good - Chapter 1

“Congratulations, Host, on securing the high-risk profession of the female-frequency ‘Flower City’ genre the position of Shizun (Master). Host, please check your script.”

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In a daze, Mu Chenyuan vaguely heard a voice echoing in his mind.

His eyelids felt heavy, nearly impossible to open, likely due to staying up way too late working overtime last night.

He felt a sense of bewilderment in his heart: Isn’t my wake-up alarm Liu Yifei’s voice? How did it turn into a man?

Out of habit, he reached out his hand, wanting to find the phone under his pillow to silence that damn alarm.

Even five more minutes of sleep would be good.

So sleepy…

However, upon hearing the “clink-clank” sound of what seemed like colliding chains, he snapped awake instantly!

He opened his eyes and looked

Good heavens, where was he?!

Peering through transparent bed curtains, he realized he was in an elegant, exquisite room.

The room was arranged with great care, extremely antique and refined.

The windows, patterned with ice-plum lattices, were set with glass that was clear and bright. At this moment, they were half-open, reflecting a few sprigs of magnolia from beneath the courtyard corridor.

In front of the window, on a wooden, waisted incense table with lingzhi mushroom patterns, sat a beast-headed Boshan censer. It was currently steaming “Four-Discarded Incense” over water, sending wisps of ethereal fragrance drifting through the air.

The candle flames on the table flickered incessantly; it was clear that night reigned outside.

And he was lying atop a top-quality Su-Cold Jade bed. A semi-transparent silver lotus canopy hung low from the bed frame, obscuring most of his vision.

Though it was a jade bed, it was unexpectedly soft.

Not only was it soft, it was spacious—large enough for five people to sleep on.

Mu Chenyuan had never slept in such a comfortable bed, nor had he ever stayed in such an elegant room.

Just as he was about to get up, he discovered that his four limbs were locked to the bed by silver chains. Even a slight movement produced a clinking sound.

A collar and a chain were also fitted around his waist and neck.

His body felt heavy.

It was comparable to working “996” (9 AM to 9 PM, 6 days a week) for a month straight without a break.

While Mu Chenyuan was drowning in confusion, that male voice from earlier returned to his mind.

Upload complete.

Host, this is a “forced love” literary work where the “beautiful, strong, and miserable” male lead suffers from unrequited love for his “White Moonlight” Master, leading to various… well, “forced” scenarios.

The male lead is named Yue Qi. He is a male fox spirit. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, fair skin, beautiful face, and excellent temperament…

“Wait!”

Mu Chenyuan interrupted the voice talking to itself in his head. “Big brother, who are you?”

“Even if you’re a System, be a bit more professional, alright? Can we get a self-introduction before we start the business operations?”

The System paused for a moment, then immediately replied: Sorry, this is my first time being a ‘System unit,’ my skills aren’t very polished yet…

Besides, don’t you already know I’m a System?

“Hmm…”

Why did the System’s voice sound so familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before?

Mu Chenyuan stopped dwelling on it. Having read many “transmigration into a book” novels, he was mentally prepared for his current situation.

But having never read “female-frequency” novels, he had no idea what the System meant by “Flower City” (Huashi/Poppo) genre.

He wasn’t even very clear on “forced love” literature.

Because he usually only read “male-frequency” power fantasies.

He had assumed it was some kind of “farming” novel about growing flowers.

“Fine, fine, keep talking.”

System: Alright.

After a moment of hesitation, the System got stuck: Host, where was I just now…

Mu Chenyuan was nearly driven mad. “I thought my memory was bad enough, but how are you even worse than me?”

“Fair skin, beautiful face, and excellent temperament!”

Mu Chenyuan reminded the System word for word.

System: Oh, right! In short, the male lead is a great beauty.

Mu Chenyuan squinted his eyes, speechless. “…Can we get to the point? I’m not interested in beautiful men. I’m straight.”

Just as Mu Chenyuan finished speaking, he saw someone push the door open and enter.

“Shizun, you’re awake?”

The voice was very low and raspy, possessing a unique quality that compelled Mu Chenyuan to look toward the source.

When he saw the face of the man who entered, Mu Chenyuan was instantly stunned—

Holy crap!

He’s so handsome!!!!

The tall man standing at the doorway wore dark, long robes, with silver magnolias embroidered on the hem.

His silver hair, shimmering with a faint moonlight glow, fell over his shoulders like a waterfall. Strands of hair draped over his forehead, slightly obscuring his brow and eyes.

His eyes were mint-colored—a pair of beautiful “fox eyes,” misty and hazy like the fog over a mountain spring.

What should have been an exquisitely perfect jawline was, instead, a sharp and dangerous edge that chilled one to the bone.

Damn, he’s easy on the eyes!

Truly a fox spirit.

Although Mu Chenyuan didn’t like men, he was a true “face-dog” (someone obsessed with looks).

Regardless of gender, as long as someone looked good, he would admire them.

While Mu Chenyuan was immersed in the fox spirit’s beauty, the System’s voice chimed in with a cheeky tone.

Host, what did you say just now? Straight?

Mu Chenyuan gave a light cough. “Ahem… I’m just purely appreciating the aesthetics. I have absolutely no improper thoughts about him!”

But he has improper thoughts about you, you know. And it’s… that kind of improper thought.

“What?!”

Carrying the faint, cold moonlight, Yue Qi walked toward the bedside.

The moonlight cast a seductive, lingering shadow over his wicked yet charming features.

“After years of separation… Shizun, you eventually fell into my hands after all…”

“Into the hands of this… traitorous disciple whom you find utterly loathsome.”

Mu Chenyuan stared blankly at the other man’s devastatingly handsome face, unable to utter a single word in response.

He was still being “hard-controlled” by the System’s previous words.

“So in ‘Flower City’ novels, what you’re ‘growing’ is… that, isn’t it!”

Mu Chenyuan vented his helpless fury at the System.

The System said gloatingly: Host is so smart~

The plot goes like this: The ‘beautiful, strong, and miserable’ male lead suffered bullying and abuse from others since childhood. In his moment of despair, it was you—the Immortal Lord of the Sect who saved him, took him as a disciple, cared for him, and raised him. You became the only ‘White Moonlight’ who gave him warmth in this world.

Soon, this fox cub developed improper feelings for you and wanted to possess you. For a certain purpose, you agreed to become Dao companions with him.

As it turned out, on the day of the Bond-Tying Ceremony, in front of everyone and the ceremonial hall, you personally dug out his heart. You admitted that everything you did was to obtain that heart, called him lowly and unworthy.

Claimed you had never loved him for even a second.

Then, the fox cub went mad. As one would expect, he fell into the Demonic Path. A hundred years later, he slaughtered his way back, forcing you to submit by threatening the lives of the entire sect. He abducted you to the Demon Realm, sealed your spiritual veins, and locked you up.

The part where the Host transmigrated into is exactly the plot where you’ve just been abducted to the Demon Realm and imprisoned. According to the upcoming plot development, you will be ‘pushed down’ by the male lead in various ways. Whether you comply or resist, you will be ‘done’ to death. In the end, it’s a ‘Bad Ending’ (BE).

After listening to this melodramatic and tedious plot, Mu Chenyuan practically wanted to give the author ten slaps across the face!

“What kind of trash is this? Is the creature capable of writing such things even a carbon-based lifeform?”

The melodrama and boredom were secondary.

“What do you mean ‘done to death’?”

The System explained, its forehead metaphorically covered in vertical lines of awkwardness: Well… this was originally a ‘meat-focused’ (smut) novel. The plot isn’t important at all; as long as the ‘meat’ is filling, it’s fine.

Mu Chenyuan: “…”

“So, what is the point of me transmigrating? Don’t tell me it’s just so I can replace the original owner and experience a ‘Heavenly’ trip of being ‘done to death’ by a man.”

“If that’s the case, I’d rather bite my tongue and commit suicide right now!”

As a man straighter than steel.

To die rather than submit that was the true character of a real man!