Content Warning: Non-graphic mentions of sexual assault and threatened sexual assault of a tertiary character.
Yang Wushe had been in love with Huang Luchuan since middle school.
Huang Luchuan was two years younger, a junior brother that Yang Wushe had first noticed for his temperament, then his blossoming beauty. Bored with classes that were worthless compared to his private tutors and uninterested in the lackeys that surrounded him, Yang Wushe instead spent all his time ‘understanding’ the younger boy.
All without introducing himself, of course.
Even as a teen, Yang Wushe’s need for control and sense of his own worth were both far too high for him to just… be friends with somebody. He simply had to be a Chessmaster instead. He needed to thoroughly investigate and make sure the boy was worthy of his attention. By the time he had satisfied his voyeurism, Yang Wushe’s mentality had already twisted.
He spent his first year of high school adjusting his persona to match the kind of things that he knew this junior brother liked, then arranged a series of coincidental accidents to befall the boy. Like many children of the super-rich, Yang Wushe suffered from a criminal lack of supervision or moral education.
Teasing, bullying, a risk to a family business, some light mugging–
You know- Psychotic things treated as a perfectly normal part of courtship. He and those around him saw nothing wrong with seeing someone, liking them, and promptly doing everything you could to weaken them until they needed you for support. Dependance as love’s foundation, what could go wrong?
In his circle, it was positively banal. A right of passage even.
So Yang Wushe and his charming, safe mask interceded and rescued the junior time and time again. By the time he was in his last year of high school and Huang Luchuan was in his first (at the same school, of course, because how could the entrapped boy not want to be at the same school as his idol?), it was no exaggeration to say that Yang Wushe had molded Huang Luchuan into his perfect little male wife.
Only, he neglected to mention any of this to the boy himself.
After all, there was no rush. Yang Wushe thought it would be best if their first time came directly after confession, and had fantasized so long that his idea of a ‘correct’ confession had metastasized. Any deviation was abhorrent, a single step off the path was unacceptable, even if it would have given him what he claimed to want. It wasn’t enough for Huang Luchaun to be willing to date him, it wasn’t enough for things to happen organically.
No. Yang Wushe needed Huang Luchuan to be driven to madness by his own inferiority, to tearfully confess and offer his body, fully expecting rejection. To tremble and sigh and blossom in shy gratitude, when Yang Wushe deigned to accept him.
It couldn’t go any other way, this was all Yang Wushe thought about in those years of cultivating feelings.
He helped things along, of course. He arranged plenty of chances for the younger boy to be exposed to just enough smut and suggestive materials to know about matters between men. He tutored him at his home, with mood lighting and a bed, he even changed in front of him and let the boy catch looks at his body. He would accidentally run his fingers up Huang Luchuan’s forearms and smile kindly when he shivered and blushed.
Yang Wushe felt positively indulgent in how many chances he gave Huang Luchuan to confess to him.
But he didn’t. Not at graduation, not at the party where Yang Wushe allowed him a single spiked drink before taking him home to ‘keep him safe,’ not on the mountaineering trip where a tent was left behind and they had to share a single sleeping bag, curled around one another against the chill of autumn.
In fits and starts, Yang Wushe went a little crazy.
But because he was at this point addicted to that confession and conquering scene that he’d put together years ago, he couldn’t make a move. He couldn’t admit defeat. And why should he?! Huang Luchuan had gotten hard, more than once, when they shared a bed all those times that he arranged. Huang Luchuan watched gay porn, Yang Wushe knew from the keylogger on the laptop he’d bought him. Yang Wushe was clearly his idol. Clearly, he was the best that Huang Luchuan could ever hope to do. He’d made things so simple for him!
Why. Wouldn’t. He. Confess?
By the end of university, Yang Wushe was truly at his limit. Not even the little substitute that he had living next door was helping him bear it, even if he brought the boy over and used him after each meeting that ended without a confession. In his madness, he arranged a rapist. Well, at least someone to act like it.
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Yang Wushe had watched on via security camera as Huang Luchuan was pressed against the wall in an alley and groped. According to the script, he’d be forced to his knees, made to realize just how vulnerable he was outside of his future husband’s orbit. Naturally, he wouldn’t actually let anything happen, a fake security guard would wander by as soon as Yang Wushe signaled him. Even if his darling was taking longer than he should to admit things… He’d still be the first and last man that Huang Luchuan experienced.
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But everything fell apart in the subsequent conversation.
He’d really, really miscalculated. Even after he destroyed the footage, the memory stayed close and cloying. Mocking him in a way that he could only take out on others. Like the Wei Qing from before, who hadn’t known enough to know candy could be poisoned, or that monsters could look so pretty when they rolled you under them and lied about everything.
—
The attacker licked his lips and ran a calloused hand against the young man’s cheek, backing him against the moss-covered bricks of the alley behind his favorite cafe. All strictly per the script, the ‘attacker’s’ tastes aren’t heavy enough to come up with this. The contractor thinks his boss is a little fucked up, but rent is rent.
“Pretty boy like you.” Huang Luchaun gulped and pressed his wallet into the man’s chest again.
“Why take money when I can take pleasure instead?”
“Really, you can take my phone too– I won’t have time to cancel my bankcard, you can drain it.”
The man chuckled and thought the whole of the boy’s account couldn’t compare to what the boy’s admirer had already wired to him. “Look at that blush. Hey baby, are you a virgin?”
Huang Luchuan nodded, hoping for some deeply-hidden bottom line on his attacker’s part. Of course he was! How could he possibly do anything messy when Yang-ge was always around, when Yang-ge would be so troubled by it?! He had to live up to the standard set by his idol, or he’d be unworthy of his patronage!
The man teasingly tapped the broad end of the knife against his cheek.
“Baby, you ever even been kissed?”
Huang Luchuan blushed more deeply and tried not to think of his last class trip in middle school, when he and A’Ju had swum behind the waterfall and he’d realized he liked boys, as they pressed against one another, all teeth and cold water and the embarrassment of their bodies reacting for the first time against another.
A’Ju hadn’t had the test grades to get into his high school, much less a university program. Hadn’t gotten any less attractive though. More attractive even, with the piercings and the tattoos and the wildness– Ah, he probably shouldn’t be thinking such things while being robbed or propositioned or whatever this was.
Indeed, the attacker forces his chin up and smirks at him.
“Baby, who you thinking of?” After all, the attacker knew what his boss wanted to hear. He pressed, “Someone special that can come here and save you? Someone I should be scared of?”
He leaned forward and chuckled darkly against Huang Luchuan’s ear, “Tell me. It’ll be our secret.”
Come on, hurry up and do whatever that dude wants, I have to get home and let my dog out to do her business before my show comes on.
Huang Luchuan shook his head, stopped, nodded, took back the still proffered wallet. “Yes! I have- my friend is very strong, you know- and there’s-” He’d looked up at the camera, unknowingly looking straight at the ‘angel’ he was thinking of. “-There’s surveillance, so it’s better if we part ways and call this a strange accident. He’s very kind, but I don’t think he’d let you go.”
“Why not? Are you his fuckboy?”
“What?! No!!! Of course not! How can-? Look, you don’t know Yang-ge, but he’s a very just person. Honestly, for your own good, you should walk away. If you’re having any troubles, I can try to introduce you to a job placement?”
Yang Wushe bit his knuckle, hard enough for it to bleed. Why the hell… Huang Luchuan was more passionate in rejecting the idea of them together than protecting his own body. No, that man just must have asked in the wrong way. Yes, Yang Wushe comforted himself. Huang Luchuan was just trying to protect his image.
A good trait for a future stay-at-home wife…
The attacker was running out of lines, and time, and there still wasn’t the promised security guard to chase him away. At this rate, he was going to miss his bus. The only thing to do is try to force the words out of the kid; he doesn’t want the clean-up if Empress Butternut has an accident on the couch again.
“If he’s so great, why not date him? Someone like that, I bet you’d never be this unprotected.”
Take. The. Hint.
Or not.
“Oh, I could never. Yang-ge is basically my brother, or like, a eunuch? What? I don’t mean it as a bad thing! I just can’t imagine ever wanting to do- anything you would do with someone you were dating, with him. He’s definitely not interested in that sort of thing either, that’s why our friendship works so well!”
Knowing that small people don’t live long after knowing big things, the attacker pretended to hear a noise and… ran away, no wallet, no stolen kisses, no nothing. He can’t afford it!
That night, Yang Wushe viciously fucked his substitute to the point of near-hospitalization, Huang Lushuan went home, showered, and came while imagining A’Ju cornering him in an alley. The attacker missed his bus and had to clean a pile of dogshit from his sofa, courtesy of his neglected Empress. It was Yang Wushe’s last big gambit, and it ended just like this.
—
In the decade since, Yang Wushe and Huang Luchuan had become partners in business, dear friends, people that did everything together– platonically. Occasionally a meddler with good intentions would tease them about being a matching set, but nothing ever came from it.
They had twin apartments just down the hall from one another, they spent every holiday together as jet-setting bachelors, they even had a puppy that they jointly took care of. So enmeshed, yet so apart. And after drugging Huang Luchuan a few times only to discover he couldn’t perform without the begging he’d long dreamt of, Yang Wushe had even accepted this state of things, at least on the surface.
This look but can’t touch, love but can’t possess– It would be a fitting punishment, if only the oblivious recipients of Yang Wushe’s care weren’t regularly having their lives interfered with and ruined by him.
For years, Yang Wushe met his emotional needs with this good brother of his while sleeping with substitutes and arranging accidents to befall anyone that dared date Huang Luchuan. There’d even been a death in the mix, some nobody mechanic that went to middle school with them and dared make out with his (not) lover outside some low-class bar that he’d never consider setting foot in.
Luckily, motorcycle accidents weren’t exactly hard to engineer, and Yang Wushe had been there to emotionally support Huang Luchuan… Even if he was furious at how much Lu’er cared about whoever that fucking A’Ju idiot had been.
But everything was mostly fine now. They’d reached an equilibrium.
Huang Luchuan had given up on love, accepting that it wasn’t his fate to be in a relationship. Instead, he’d fallen more and more into the web of Yang Wushe, who was still binding them together, sure that eventually, Huang Luchuan would admit what was clear to everyone else: That they belonged with each other, that Huang Luchuan belonged to him. Then he could quit that silly professorship of his and just stay properly at home and in bed. If he was good, Yang Wushe might even let him raise up a little child for them.
Wei Qing’s great tragedy had just been a footnote to all this.
—
Wei Qing and Yue Fei might be changing, but when it comes to Yang Wushe, rotten is still rotten.
And today, luck is on the rotten man’s side.
He weaves a platinum coin across his knuckles, smiling gently through the window like an elegant and abstinent immortal descending upon the earth. Even the tea he chooses to sip speaks of elegance and refinement. He’s always had this flavor– even as a youth, he’d been the most handsome and untouchable big brother, the class monitor that everyone eagerly listened to and loathed to even slightly disappoint, the boss that everyone swore was the most gentle. As an adult, he’d elevated his character settings even further. A dream lover. A perfect man. So clean, so smart, so unattainable.
It’s a very good mask.
But the problem with masks is that, eventually, you can lose the ability to tear them off. And in the fusing of skin, between the real person and the face they show the world, all sorts of dreadful things can fester, all sorts of pustules of twisted dreams can grow until they start to eat away at the bone. Until their entire skull is a labyrinth of blood and pus and hollow crevices.
Yang Wushe is the victim of his own success.
Years ago, he acted himself right into a Madonna-whore complex with the object of his affections. Now, in his flawed opinion, he is simply left with no choice but to chase his pleasure with a parade of substitutes while keeping his relationship with the person he loves ideologically pure and platonic. And if he can slap a few full-of-themselves faces in the process, all the better, bah.
But even if he’s more interested in Wei Qing now, he finds the man excitingly difficult to grab ahold of. Arranging an accidental meeting is harder than expected; arranging a purposeful one is actually impossible. Even with their famously bad relationship, on principle alone, he knows that stick-in-the-mud Wei Qiwan will not easily allow him to entangle his brother.
While Yang Wushe is outwardly a charming aristocrat, his family business runs contrary to that of the Wei family. The Wei family arranges security products while the Yang family arranges ‘cleanup’ for their upper-crust peers and certain unstable foreign governments.
Yang Wushe himself is a designated smoke-screen whose job is to be charitable and innocent and to occasionally move funds into channels that the more monitored members of their family can’t directly touch. Still, while this can fool sweet outsiders like Huang Luchuan, Wei Qiwan knows exactly what he is involved in, long upholding his father’s ban on socializing with anyone from that family register. Because of this, pretending to be a client is sadly out of the running, even though Yang Wushe is quite taken with the idea of embarrassing the little VP atop his desk.
And since Wei Qing is being so charmingly demure in his refusals to go to those clubs and bars and parties where he’d always have a reserved seat dripping with young things with bedroom eyes– Well, Yang Wushe ends up spending time in cafes and parks and libraries. How novel.
He wants to know what it tastes like, to eat up someone who knows all the moves but is suddenly ashamed of them. It’s intriguing enough for him to relax in these little places by Wei Securities, to put on his best untouchable but unforgettable face and wait to meet-cute with the young master.
And after two weeks of disappointing lattes and breathing the same air as passerby, Yang Wushe sees his opportunity and seizes his chance. By having his driver lightly hit Wei Qing with his car.
What?
It’s really the boy’s fault for being such a little homebody. And it’s not like he’s lacking in health coverage. Anyway, tender patient play could be quite exciting, maybe he’ll feed him medicine mouth-to-mouth and get to shiver in pleasure when the beauty is underneath him, his motions aggravating his wound but the beauty still bearing it, for the honor of being in his bed… How would he look, wracked by pain but still panting for it?
But first things first.
Yang Wushe steps out of the car, flustered and berating his driver, “Driver Zhao! Where did your results come from?! To- sir, don’t move, don’t move, let me help you-”
He bends down and almost manages to run his fingers across that smooth skin. Almost.
Yang Wushe’s worried frown turns a little more genuine, at the killing glance that is directed at him by the assistant that is supporting Wei Qing on the side of the road. That nobody pulls Wei Qing into his arms and actually has the audacity to bat his proffered hand away. Yang Wushe doesn’t know the last time someone so obviously low-bred actually dared touch him. Insubordinate.
Pei.
Hyped-up help is his least favorite type. But sure enough, Yang Wushe knows how to pick his targets. This Xiao Qing’er is beautiful when he’s in pain. And that frozen look, like he can’t even believe the handsomeness of the man coming to apologize to him… Yang Wushe congratulates himself. Beautiful, extra beautiful when wounded, like a rose with bruised petals that will never again be able to show its full beauty to another. He can’t wait to force his way inside such a delicious body. He wants to see those eyes fill up with tears over and over again.
Yang Wushe wants that lovely mixture of pride and shame to be totally overcome in the need to please him.
Author’s Note:
I present to you, if this was a different story, the male lead. 
Black-bellied substitute play, these city people sure know how to have fun. Yang Wushe doesn’t deserve the same chapter naming convention as everyone else~
Scum scum scum.
Thanks for the chapter!
And wow, this dude is absolutely disgusting.
Love the story!
The disgusting stalker was friendzoned so hard i laughed… though he doesn’t even deserve to be a friend to this poor guy, he should be deadzoned… or ghostzoned… if that i even a thing
Agreed too funny that the confession he thought was imminent never came. I feel bad for the guys real love a’ju.
STAY AWAY FROM OUR DARLING OTP YOU SHITSTAIN SCUM, AND MEET THE POINTY END OF MY KATANA–
😂😂😂😂 the pointy end.
Did he just-create an insurance scam, but like instead he’s the one hitting and using it for romance? Bruh, this guy is mental
Super bad! Yang Wushe what did you eat to grow up like that! 😆🤧. Wei wei be good!
Thanks for the chapter
Scum! Scum! Scum! I feel so bad for A’ju 🙁 he was simply vibing!! This chapter was so fun to read though despite being from Worst Boy’s perspective
What a scum.
What a scum.
What a scum
(Thanks for the chapter thanks for the chapter thanks for the chapter)
Important things must be repeated three times.
Very sad for his white moonlight since he killed A’Ju (which was his love). So. Nobody deserves such a scum to “take care of you”
He thinks Wei Qing sees a handsome man coming to apologize, not a known predator who just hit him with his car a year before he was supposed to have to deal with him 😆. Upper hand to Yue Pei for the win! I hope Wei Qing is ok after a little At Home Pampering from his devoted assistant.
This crazy scum ughh 🤢😠🗡️😒stay away from our baby
Thank you for the update ❤️💯
Brooo, is this man Hoshikage Kira????
Ah, I feel so much pity for A’ju 🙁 this man is too scummy and sick 🤢
Scum scum scum x1000
How could a man like this exist ?? He is absolutely disgusting and full of himself ! So creepy ! I feel bad for A’Ju and Huang Luchuan 😔 I love the fake rapist though ! His train of thought 😂
Thanks for the chapter !
Wow, you’re skilled! To paint such a vivid picture of a rotten scumbag, that’s both talent and intent!
I wanna throw him at the hunting ground so much. I can’t even describe him for being a human anymore. Serves you right aaaaaa don’t touch our Qingqing aaaaaaaaaa