I died like a total loser in my previous life.
Ugly, chronically ill, zero friends, zero romance, and zero hope. The only thing I had was a mountain of medical bills and an untouched body.
So when I finally kicked the bucket and opened my eyes again, I thought, "Yes! Heavenly Dao is finally doing me a solid! Reborn as a handsome man this time, right?"
Wrong.
The Heavenly Dao took one look at my miserable existence and said, "You know what? Let's get creative."
Now I'm stuck in this ridiculously beautiful body, and for some godforsaken reason, every powerful, handsome, and ridiculously strong man in the cultivation world has decided to throw himself at me like I'm the last piece of candy on the planet.
I JUST WANTED TO CULTIVATE IN PEACE, MEDITATE, AND PLAY WITH MYSELF IN PRIVATE, DAMMIT!
Why is my second life turning into a reverse harem drama?!
Warning: This is a super self-indulgent, shameless wish-fulfillment story. Heavy 18+ content, lots of explicit smut, yandere moments, heavy degeneration, and BL reverse harem elements. You've been warned.
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