Demon Consort Runs into the Beijing Crown Prince

A thousand years ago, Chu Muyun was a Demon Consort. Court officials flooded the throne with memorials denouncing him, only for the Tyrant to have them beheaded, their corpses dragged out to feed the dogs. After transmigrating to modern times, Chu Muyun became a nobody in the entertainment industry—lacking connections, resources, and fame. He was even blacklisted by his agency for refusing to be taken as a kept man by an older man. One day, unwilling to give up on his career, Chu Muyun attended a dinner party. During the meal, the rumored aloof and prestigious “Beijing Crown Prince” arrived. The moment Chu Muyun laid eyes on him, he thought, Oh, damn. Chu Muyun lay sprawled across Lu Hanzhang’s chest, lazily eating the lychees being fed to him. “So you haven’t inherited the family business yet?” he asked. “The Lu Clan is still in your father’s hands?” Lu Hanzhang’s composure shattered instantly, his eyes turning bloodshot. “What’s that supposed to mean? Are you planning to seduce my father?” “…Not exactly.” The Tyrant believed the Demon Consort only coveted the power, status, lavish clothes, and exquisite food he bestowed upon him, harboring no genuine affection. When the Tyrant died prematurely at the height of his reign, he had already secured the Demon Consort’s future, ensuring his comfort for life. Yet barely a month after the Tyrant’s death, the Demon Consort coughed up blood and perished. Chu Muyun had always believed his relationship with the Tyrant was purely transactional—a Sugar Daddy and his kept boy. But after the Tyrant’s death, the gut-wrenching pain he felt revealed the truth: He was deeply in love with the Tyrant. The infamous pair from the history books, those “dog men” reviled for their depravity, had actually shared true love. “Your Majesty~ Invest in me! I want the lead role, a luxury car, and a riverside villa—fully staffed with a butler, driver, and chef…” Chu Muyun purred, his slender fingers trailing up Lu Hanzhang’s shoulder. “Anything for you,” Lu Hanzhang growled, biting down hard on his lips. So damn hot. My beloved consort is still so damn hot. I’ll f*ck you senseless tonight. A short, fluffy HE story written purely for fun. The uke is beautiful and seductive, the seme dominant and brutal. Neither is a saint (they’d probably follow the law in modern society), but their love is real.