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I Sell System[BL]

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Synopsis 1: What came first? The chicken or the egg? Those questions were one of the most mystical and debated topics to have ever existed. Pulling in the most narrow-minded people to fistfight and barrages of spit lacquering everything around. But that wasn't of any concern to Fu Wen. Such thoughts were lost to him for now. Snagging his attractive neighbor was just one of Fu Wen's accomplishment at the moment. So he was having a great day—no, the PERFECT day, rather. Because not only had he the fruits of six months bore a hot boyfriend. Tonight, he's gonna warm up bed for the first time in his life. But of course, a perfect day doesn't include accidents. But it also does not include that the said perfect day was just a hatched plan to make it seem perfect. For all the imagination he had in mind, Fu Wen never expected death. Synopsis 2: No one knows whether death was truly the end. The beginning. Or simply the void itself. Fu Wen's definition never had any of that. Having been ensnared in the pits of debts, such philosophical outlook was really unneeded. But now that he died, one thing that Fu Wen has proved is that life exist. Magic exist. And to make it even better, local folks here were like morsels. Something to salivate at. The only problem is that he isn't up to par to strike a conversation with them. Synopsis 3: Fu Wen never played games. Well, he did. But working to settle all the unwarranted debts burdening his teenage life to his mid-twenties made him forget the essence of that word. But now that he died, Fu Wen considered that the floating words must be his retribution for not playing games at all. Ah, absurd. Fat chance. A shallow reason and a shallow depiction of life. Fu Wen died and reincarnated for a reason. He didn't know why, but when he finds out what for and with whom, a variety of splendid and macabre words would overflow his mouth. For starters, fuck it. Girthier than Zou Yun's.

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It was midday. Hot, smoldering time of the day for those in the tropical plains. Cool, windy day for those in the high passes. Yet, to the cities above north, winter had just started—and the sun standing tall was no different to morning or afternoon. Unseen. Worse, it was cold. Chilling.

Geared with long black pants that encased his fit long legs, black shirt that emphasized his somewhat muscular build, Fu Wen might have thought the same.

But that wasn't the case. No longer the case, rather.

Fu Wen's face which was always plastered with nonchalance was now struck with raw blankness. His black eyes which always pulled the ladies' and men's attention whenever it met theirs was now the definition of utter wonder. Even his lips that were always tugged with a distant smile was now parted open.

What the... fuck? He couldn't help but mentally utter. Who wouldn't?

It was supposed to be a special day for him. His hardwork of trying to snag the attractive athletic neighbor of his had just paid off this early morning. They were both almost of similar build, of similar age at mid-twenties. The man being just a few more inch taller than he was and a bit more on the muscular side. Yet he was ready to plop down and offer his kisses to the man. Heck! He'd even bend to his knees and offer all the virginities he had saved up just for the perfect man to enter his world. That rite of passage would have been completed this night.

But that didn't occur.

As far as he could remember, he was already on the bedroom of Zou Yun, the manly scent he sniffed as he neared the man everytime they met were so vibrant and almost suffocating inside. If not for the soft chuckle of Zou bringing him out of his trance, he was sure he would have been gulping spoonfuls of saliva.

Luckily he didn't, because if not, he would have probably done worse things that could've turned off the man. Like scouring the room and jumping at all the sweaty and smelly shirts he could find. And if not for his hesitation and shame for being found out, he would even dare barge the bathroom and hunt the most prized possession of Zou Yun.

But that wasn't where his memories ended.

He could even remember that when Zou left the room to get something to drink, he immediately sank down the mattress that cleanly occupied the large wooden bed. And at the same time that its too comfortable softness held him down, he already imagined how hoarse his voice would be later in the night. Or perhaps, a moment later even.

And it ended at that. Now he was here, same shirt, same pants, same shoes. But the venue was different.

Wooden walls replaced the gray-painted room. And to him, it felt old like an architecture not found in any of his community. In fact, it wouldn't be hard to say that it didn't exist in any homes, too.

But that didn't bother him. What did was the realization that came afterwards. And he couldn't help but be filled with confusion then rage at his situation. He was supposed to lay someone! De-virginized. What was this? A joke? The reality of his situation? That his supposed to be special day was just a figment of imagination birthed by his lack of sexual contact? That this wooden walls was really the walls of his home?

Fuck that. It wasn't.

Though he'd been lacking any sexual contact for as long as he'd been alive. He was sane enough how to relieve himself with ample imagination and toys.

As if to confirm that everything that had occurred was a reality, a voice echoed in his mind with masculinity that made Fu gulp in pleasure. It sounded a hell lot seductive.

"Ehem... You have been murdered by Zou Yun."

Then it sounded devilish after he heard what was said.