Summary
At a time when the Male Supporting Character System was desperately short-staffed, it made me-a male lead from a smut novel-play the role of a celibate second male lead. According to the plot, I was supposed to restrain myself and observe every propriety, cherishing the protagonist shou like a treasure held in the palm of my hand, never daring to profane him in the slightest. When he confessed to the male lead and got rejected, I stayed up all night with him while he drowned his sorrows. When he was too heartbroken to sleep, I told him stories until he drifted off. Even though I wanted him so badly I was practically going insane, I didn’t dare touch him, terrified he would hate me. Once I helped him reach the happy ending where he and the male lead ended up together, while the male lead hated me as his rival and conveniently ruined me financially and broke my legs, my mission would be complete. But my libido was high. I really couldn’t hold back. So on one lonely night, I went to a bar and found an unbelievably hot top with a killer face and body. That night, he pinned me into the sofa and thoroughly devoured me. When I left, my legs were still trembling. Fortunately, now that I’d gotten my fix, I could go back to maintaining my celibate persona. But the next day, at the protagonist shou’s birthday party, he went behind my back and invited my love rival too. That was when I discovered the male lead was the same top who had tied me up with his necktie last night and slept with me. The man saw me and smiled. “I didn’t hurt you last night, did I?”