Wo Suan Shi Mo Xiao Bing Gan Novels

**Unit One: Awakening Gentleness – Human-Trash Bug × Taciturn Sensitive Beauty General** Chu Ci was a male bug, no different from others of his kind—arrogant, violent, and domineering toward female bugs, treating them with cruelty and contempt. But one day, waking up in a hospital, Chu Ci suddenly remembered—his past life was human. A human who upheld virtues, was gentle and polite, and despised domestic violence. And just the day before hospitalization, Chu Ci had refused to sign a reconciliation agreement, insisting on exiling his wife to a barren planet—while his own living expenses and medical bills were still funded by her. Chu Ci: "..." —Damn, I’m a bug scum! He began reforming—no longer acting like trash, working diligently, studying hard, until eventually, by accident, he became the CEO of the galaxy’s largest gaming publisher. —And so, the people of the interstellar world suddenly realized that all the games they played, from dress-up sims to AAA shooters, were backed by the same big shot. Of course, there was one even more important mission—spoiling his beautiful general wife. Novel had always thought Chu Ci was a lazy freeloader—until his rank plummeted and he was faced with crushing medical debts. Only then did he realize his husband was actually an absolute legend! --- **Unit Two: Collection-Obsessed Gold Digger × Elegant Older Sugar Daddy Tycoon** Chu Xiu was infamous in high society as a top-tier gold digger—charming, affectionate, and endlessly accommodating, obeying his patrons' every whim with unwavering devotion. Then, freshly transmigrated, Chu Xiu was accidentally hospitalized by Isis, the richest tycoon in the bug race. As compensation, Isis married him as a servant. Isis, resigned to despair: "My fate is sealed." Chu Xiu (internally cheering): "My meal ticket just delivered itself!" And so— At the wedding, Isis sighed bitterly: "The male bugs despise me. I just hope he won’t humiliate me too badly in front of the guests." Meanwhile, backstage, Chu Xiu stood impeccably groomed in a three-piece suit, fists clenched with determination: "A top-tier sugar baby never embarrasses his sponsor!" --- **Unit Three: Cold-Hearted General Pretending to Be Gentle × Genius Male Bug Disguised as Female Student** (*Extreme GKSK—Proceed with Caution or Get Wrecked!*) (*Comments complaining about this trope will be deleted.*) **Fictional Setting—Do Not Relate to Reality.** --- **Upcoming Preview: The NPCs of Abuse-Themed Stories Slack Off [Quick Transmigration]** There exists a genre called abuse fiction—stories that revel in torturing their protagonists, breaking them beyond recognition. Characters who enter poised and graceful often leave shattered and ruined, while every side character exists solely to inflict suffering. *"The joy lies in crushing beauty—snapping spines of pride and serving the remains to readers."* —An abuse-fiction author. The NPC actors of the Transmigration Bureau had only one response: "What utter nonsense!" Staring at heavily censored scripts full of trigger warnings, they collectively adopted the classic subway-old-man-glaring-at-phone expression—and decided to half-ass their roles instead. --- ▶ **Desperate College Professor × CEO with 'Special Interests'** System: *"You're a CEO with unusual tastes—an expert dominator who signs a contract with the protagonist, tormenting him mentally and physically until he hits rock bottom."* CEO: *"Unusual tastes and 'expert,' huh?"* Turning to the ashen-faced professor at the door: *"Uh, how about we set a safe word first?"* System: *"?"* --- ▶ **Forcibly Married Bug General × Uniform-Fetish Tyrant Husband** System: *"You're a cruel male bug—abusing your pheromone dominance to make outrageous demands, ruining your wife’s career, turning him from moonlit general to disheveled basement prisoner."* Male Bug: *"Outrageous demands, huh?"* Eyeing the tense, cold-faced general: *"Uh, during sex... could you wear your uniform?"* System: *"?"* --- ▶ **Disabled Imperial Tutor × History-Prodigy Emperor (Time-Traveled Back)** System: *"You're a tyrant who blindly persecutes loyal mentors."* Emperor: *"Yeah, I know. I aced history class."* System: *"..."* *"You must punish the tutor by kneeling until he collapses unconscious."* Emperor: *"Kneel and pass out, huh?"* Glancing at the tutor, kneeling resignedly: *"Um, master, the cushions on the bed are softer—if you absolutely must kneel, could you kneel there instead?"* System: *"?"* --- Hurt? Yes. But not *fully*. Sadly, the system realized—despite meticulously enforcing abuse plots, every protagonist ended up happy, healthy, and clingily obsessed with their tormentors-turned-lovers. **#WhereDidWeGoWrong?#** **#StopSlackingOffNPCs!#**

There is a kind of novel called revenge-and-abuse-the-scum stories, in which the scummy top is scummy from beginning to end, abusing body and heart, seizing by force, while the protagonist bottom endures for years, only to eventually break down and go dark, uproot the scummy top and the power behind him, and complete his revenge, leaving readers feeling immensely satisfied. In a corner no one cared about, the legendary power behind the scenes, the scummy top’s boss: “hello, does anyone speak up for me?” The scummy top is the second young master of a wealthy family, while he is the eldest young master of that wealthy family; the scummy top is an immortal sect elder, while he is the sect master of that immortal sect; the scummy top is the regent, while he is the emperor of the current dynasty. They are the background board of the story, NPCs with no more than two lines of dialogue, passersby who are not even familiar with the scummy top, but once the protagonist goes dark and seeks revenge, their company, sect, and empire are always the first to suffer. When they travel back to the beginning of the story, they all rush to the scene at once and kick the scummy top eight hundred meters away. —Crush people with power? Okay, I’ll let you see what real overwhelming power looks like. Seeing their boss beating up the scummy top, the protagonists who were halfway through going dark: “?” * Entertainment industry investor * movie emperor The scummy top is the second young master of the Xie family. Relying on the power of his family, he forcibly takes a new face in the entertainment industry and then kicks him aside after getting bored. Years later, the newcomer becomes a movie emperor, publicly exposes the past abuse the second young master Xie inflicted on him, and public outrage sends the Xie family’s stock price plummeting. The head of the Xie family, Xie the Eldest, who is a half-brother to the second young master Xie and not familiar with him at all, not even speaking a single sentence in a year: “???” After traveling back to the scene of the coercion, he kicks his younger brother, who is about to commit violence, two meters away, and extends his hand to the badly injured protagonist: “Sign with my company. Your potential is good.” * The scummy top is the peak master of an immortal sect. He takes the protagonist bottom in as his disciple, seizes the protagonist bottom’s inner core, destroys his cultivation, and throws him into a demon cave. Enduring the pain, the protagonist cultivates demonic arts. Years later, his divine skills are complete, he ascends to become the Demon Lord, takes in many disciples, and declares: “My life-long hatred is the disciples of Qingxiao. Kill them upon sight.” The Qingxiao Palace Master, who has been in seclusion for three hundred years and has no idea what happened at all: “???” After traveling back to the scene of the destroyed core, the Qingxiao Palace Master, who had been in seclusion for three hundred years, suddenly comes out of retreat, pulls the protagonist whose meridians have been utterly ruined behind him, and softly comforts him: “From today on, you are my disciple. I will reconnect your meridians.” …… While beating up subordinates, they also save the pitiful protagonist, place them by their side and protect them properly, and watching the protagonists “grow up healthily,” the bosses breathe a sigh of relief: “Now my company, sect, and empire are safe, right.” The company, sect, and empire are indeed safe, but the boss himself… seems not to be very safe. * For protagonists who have walked in darkness for too long, when a beam of warm light suddenly appears beside them, they will do everything they can, even if they are moths flying into the flame, to keep that light by their side. Compared with the previous book, this one has a slower travel pace. It is unfriendly to both gksk sides; any remarks about gksk will be deleted by me. The cover uses stock materials and was not commissioned, so overlap is normal. Completed novel in the same series, “The NPCs in Abusive Protagonist Stories Are Negligent at Work”~ Recommending the upcoming “After the Zerg Scummy Top Got the Wrong Script” As the professional scummy top performance department under the Time and Space Administration, the employees in the department have excellent experience playing scummy tops. Whether it is a pretty boy living off a woman, an overbearing CEO forcing love, an immortal lord of the ruthless path, or a phoenix man who came out of a mountain village, they handle them all with ease. But one day, the scummy tops entered the right worlds, but picked up the wrong scripts. * The number one scummy top got the kept-man script. —You are an excellent pretty boy. You are handsome, outstandingly built, and have great taste in clothes, but unfortunately, aside from your face and figure, you are useless. —You never work. You are a parasite who lives a life of leisure and relies entirely on your wife to support you, spending her wealth recklessly. So, when the empire’s youngest major general fell from grace and was forcibly matched with a low-level male zerg from an enemy family, when all the zergs thought the male zerg would suppress the general, devour his family and wealth, strip away the general’s work little by little, and finally break his wings and imprison him at home: The kept-man pretty boy: “A husband’s looks are a wife’s glory.” With a 365° flawless face and a model-like figure, the male zerg carried out the principles of a pretty boy to the end. Every day, he showed affection to the general inseparably, often bringing food he made himself to the military department to visit the general, but showed no interest at all in advising the general about work. Just kidding, why should a pretty boy care about work? As for squandering wealth... The scummy top looked at the gems at the auction, leaned close to the general’s ear, and his eyes were full of anticipation: “The gem over there would look great on you. Buy it and let me see, okay?” The general looked dazed: “…Buy it, buy it, buy them all.” * The number two scummy top got the ABO forced-love domineering CEO script. —You are the domineering CEO in an ABO novel. You must go against your spouse’s wishes, forcibly mark his glands, and compel him again and again until he becomes pregnant with your child. So, when the high-ranking general, whose rank was too high and whose mental sea had gone out of control, about to become insectized and berserk, and with no zerg able to soothe or mark him, could only apply to go alone to a desolate star, he was suddenly dragged into a cave by a zerg at the end of his life. The male zerg bit and gnawed at his glands, sucked his pheromones until he was dazed, and marked him, marked him again, and marked him again. Of course, when the general learned that the male zerg was much younger than him and had a complicated expression saying that he did not need to take responsibility, the male zerg sneered with obvious displeasure: “What, being my female lord委屈 you? Too bad, this female lord, you have to be, whether you like it or not.” “You dislike my pheromones that much? I’ve already submitted a forced matching application. The rice is already cooked into rice porridge; whether you like it or not, you have to like it!” The general: “……” As for forced childbirth... When the general tactfully explained that high-level zergs have difficulty conceiving, and that he was no longer young, so if the male zerg was set on him, they very likely would not have an egg, the male zerg’s expression instantly turned extremely ugly. While attacking, he raged: “Heh, do I disgust you that much that you’d even use this kind of excuse to reject me? I don’t care! I want to have eggs with you!” The general stared blankly at the ceiling: “…Have, have, let’s have them all.” * The number three scummy top got the ruthless-path Demon Lord script. The number four scummy top got the phoenix-man script. …… At the year-end performance review, the bewildered administration bureau: Hmm? Where did all those scummy tops I sent out go? Why are they gone! * This article is not suitable for readers with strong bias toward either the top or the bottom side.