虐文 Novels

Xu Xiaozhen, a determined beta struggling at the bottom of society, tries to change his fate through education. One night while scavenging, he picks up a living person who introduces himself as Zhou Yan—a man with a mysterious background. At first, Xu Xiaozhen hopes Zhou Yan is an alpha so he can receive some subsidies, but eventually, it doesn’t matter. After being lonely for so long, having someone around feels lively. Xu Xiaozhen spends his savings to buy Zhou Yan new clothes, while he himself can’t even bear to turn on the lights at night. Yet, he uses the water heater to boil water for Zhou Yan. When Zhou Yan complains about the lack of a fridge, Xu Xiaozhen buys a used one from a recycling station overnight. When bullied, he wishes Zhou Yan would stay far away to avoid being dragged in. Later, during a late secondary gender differentiation at age eighteen, Xu Xiaozhen, overwhelmed by the unfamiliar heat, is fully marked by Zhou Yan—only then does he learn Zhou Yan is an alpha. That night, Xu Xiaozhen fantasizes endlessly about their future together but fails to notice Zhou Yan’s mocking, disgusted gaze, as if looking at trash. Later, Zhou Yan becomes Gu Yanye, a lofty, privileged elite who no longer needs Xu Xiaozhen. He coldly remarks, *"A lowly 18th-class commoner—me staying with him this long is already a tremendous mercy."* They meet again at the empire’s most elite academy, where Xu Xiaozhen enrolls as a freshman. From above, Gu Yanye catches sight of him, his long-dead heart suddenly pounding with pain. After a long pause, he twirls a cigar and smirks to a friend: *"He chased me all the way here. Since he’s working so hard, I might grudgingly offer him a lover’s position."* Only later does he learn that an omega with a permanent mark but no mate’s pheromone relief will develop pheromone disorder syndrome. Xu Xiaozhen, having differentiated too late and now pregnant, suffers severely—nearly dying along with the child. Too poor for mark removal, on a calm, sunny afternoon, he buys a fresh razor for the first time, sterilizes it with expired alcohol, and carves out his own gland with his hands.

[Infatuated Student x Aloof and Elegant Teacher] [HE, age gap of 11] [No teacher-student relationship during mentorship, not first kisses for both] [Bai Xing at Seventeen]** Became her prized student. [Bai Xing at Eighteen] Once I’ve folded all the stars in the sky, the remaining moon will be mine. [Bai Xing at Twenty-Two] I’m no longer your student, Jiang Shuqing. But I don’t dare to love anymore—I’m scared.

Those Things in the Old Days~

Guigu Zongheng was quite lucky—though orphaned, she had a master who doted on her. Of course, that was only her own perspective. The Guigu Sect was a poor and humble school, and scraping by to raise her until seventeen was no small feat. So, for money, her master Liu Rufeng resolutely sold her to the King of Qin, Murong Bai. Sold was sold—better than being married off, she supposed. Upon learning this, Guigu Zongheng resignedly comforted herself: after all, she’d disguised herself as a man for years without being found out. Even if she was being sold, serving as a strategist or advisor was far better than becoming a royal concubine. But life was full of surprises. When she descended the mountain and met the so-called King of Qin, Murong Bai, she nearly fainted on the spot—oh, wonderful. This was a woman. Just like her. A woman. Wait— A woman?! A stunningly beautiful woman?! This was the setup for a story waiting to unfold!—No, no, Zongheng, you’re overthinking it. This wasn’t a story. This was an absolute disaster.

This is the story of a miserable top who keeps sending off a scum bottom doomed to live only ten years. Detailed Summary: A top who constantly transmigrates and desperately wants to die but can't encounters a system that promises to help him successfully die—as long as he completes its tasks. System: Your task is to pursue the mission target, never abandon them for ten years, and then happily wait for them to die before finding a spot to bury them. Su Ying: That’s it? System: That’s it. Simple, right? Su Ying: Simple? Simple my ass! You didn’t tell me the target was this kind of scum! How does someone so scummy deserve my angelic love? System: A little scum is fine—they’ll die in ten years anyway. Su Ying: Fair enough. (Ten years later) Su Ying: I’ve fallen for them. System: Oh. Still gotta find a spot to bury them, though. --- P.S. 1. Top protagonist, scum bottom, neither is a virgin. 2. Definitions of "scum bottom" vary. Here, it refers to a flawed character who may seem scummy by societal standards, not an absolute villain. 3. A tragic, realistic, serious-toned novel. No wish fulfillment, constant frustration; the protagonist is ordinary, imperfect, and has no cheat abilities. Angst from start to finish—though, in my opinion, it still counts as HE.

Lin Shu died a miserable death in a fire. Before closing his eyes, Lin Shu thought, *If there’s an afterlife, I never want to be human again.* Being human was too exhausting—abandoned by his lover, framed by his family, locked in a mental hospital, living a fate worse than death. Amid the raging flames, carbon monoxide filled his lungs. Lin Shu listened to Qin Yuchi’s favorite song and thought he would finally find relief. He and Qin Yuchi were like the poles of a glacier—never destined to meet. He and Qin Yuchi were like the same poles of a magnet—always repelling each other. Lin Shu knew they were ill-suited, but he refused to believe in fate. He loved only Qin Yuchi, so he used every means necessary—even threatening Qin’s acting career—to force his love upon him. In the end, Lin Shu was sent to a mental hospital, tormented every night without peace. This was Qin Yuchi’s revenge, the punishment he deserved. As his breath faded, Lin Shu recalled Qin Yuchi’s hateful gaze—looking at him as if he were filth in the mud—and suddenly, life felt meaningless. With his last breath, Lin Shu whispered, “I’m letting you go, Yuchi.” — When Lin Shu opened his eyes again, he had returned to two years earlier—the peak of his career, before he’d ever met Qin Yuchi. Exhausted by the obsession and suffering of his past life, Lin Shu now avoided every place where he might encounter Qin Yuchi, neglecting even his company duties, sinking into desolation day and night. Before dawn, he would drive alone to the edge of a cliff and stare blankly at the sunrise. After dusk, he would sit on the balcony railing, lost in thought under the stars. Numb, hollow, indifferent. Lin Shu didn’t want to live, yet lacked the courage to die—dragging on like a walking corpse, waiting for an accident to take him away. But who could have predicted? Lin Shu avoided the mountain, yet the mountain rose before him. When he went to see the ocean, he “coincidentally” ran into Qin Yuchi filming a scene on the beach. When he went to see the aurora, Qin Yuchi was “coincidentally” abroad shooting a magazine spread. Even when Lin Shu languished at home, Qin Yuchi moved in next door as his neighbor. Qin Yuchi: “Hello, we meet again.” Lin Shu: “I’m not well. Goodbye.” One morning before sunrise, Lin Shu stood on the cliff again, one foot over the edge, teetering between life and death—when suddenly, a figure appeared behind him and yanked him violently back into the world. Qin Yuchi’s eyes were bloodshot, his teeth clenched, grip bruising Lin Shu’s shoulders. “Lin Shu, if you insist on using dirty tricks to make me love you, then this time, I’ll play along. ***Try dying and see what happens.***” Lin Shu looked into Qin Yuchi’s familiar “hatred” and smiled, though it was uglier than tears. “It was my fault before. I’m sorry,” Lin Shu turned away, shaking off Qin Yuchi’s grip. — Qin Yuchi once believed Lin Shu was the person he should hate most. But when Lin Shu turned to ashes and bones, vanishing from the world, Qin Yuchi clutched his heart—pierced with pain—and finally understood: *He had loved Lin Shu all along.* **Past Life:** Cold, silent top × obsessive, ruthless bottom **This Life:** Obsessive mad dog (actor top) × despondent, give-up-on-life CEO (bottom) 1. Both leads are reborn from the start. 1v1, double virgins, HE. Not a toxic relationship, but extremely dramatic—both are love-crazed lunatics. 2. The top’s memories are fragmented due to post-rebirth injury but gradually return. 3. In their past life, the bottom forcibly demanded love (career blackmail, etc.); the top never sent him to the asylum. Misunderstandings abound, but they were always each other’s only love—to the point of insanity, beyond redemption.

The martial world says that the mysterious and unpredictable Zhuyin Sect of Mount Shenlie has a young sect leader who is indifferent and unfeeling, and a dashing yet ruthless red-robed guardian.The martial world says that Sect Leader Yun Changliu and the Four Directions Protector Guan Wujue have perfect understanding and deep affection for each other.The martial world says that Sect Leader Yun has almost unconsciously spoiled his protector to the heavens.…That winter solstice, Guan Wujue, who had been sent out to oversee a branch sect, disobeyed orders and returned on his own, bringing with him a gentle and delicate youth in green robes who practiced medicine.—The martial world doesn’t know that in Sect Leader Yun’s heart, there’s still a white moonlight from his youth.Now Guan Wujue has plucked down that moon and dragged it before his sect leader.

[A tragic melodrama, not a power fantasy—ideal for readers who enjoy the bittersweet torment of the protagonist, not just the revenge arc.] [Originally titled *Lost Rose*, but adapted to conventions.] In many stories, the ugly duckling always defeats the swan—because it’s small, pitiful, and helpless. But what did the swan ever do wrong? The debate between destiny’s arrival (*tianjiang*) and childhood sweethearts (*zhuma*) never ends. Cat-like childhood friends, dog-like fated encounters—where does the scum male lead belong? Shen Liangyue: *Just because I’m noble, rich, beautiful, and your fiancée since childhood, doesn’t mean my love is less pure!* He Mingfeng: *But you can live without me. He can’t.* 【Classic quote!】 Shen Liangyue: *Fine.* Love isn’t charity or fundraising. Love is love itself. —*And back then, I was too young to understand how to love him.* Gentle yet callous (scum) male lead × Noble, ice-cold beauty love interest He Mingfeng × Shen Liangyue Can lovers and betrothed be equated? Habit or love? Constraint or fate? Beloved or fiancé? He Mingfeng doesn’t know. Engaged since childhood, he and Shen Liangyue grew up together—everything felt too inevitable, blurring his emotions. Then, he meets Chu Fei in the military, disguised as an alpha... Perhaps this novelty is real love? *My distant, secret, untouchable rose—forgive my restless youth and wandering heart.*

A ridiculous oversight forced the nation's beloved Best Actor An Lan and the nobody singer Tong Xi to be tied together. They had clearly broken up long ago and had no ties left, yet now they became legally bound husbands. An Lan didn't understand what was wrong with him — he just wanted to make Tong Xi cry, to make him regret, to give him the fame and fortune he craved, to make him fall hopelessly, and then keep him by his side to bully at will.Tong Xi: What's it like to suddenly realize you've been married for three years? Please, I want a divorce. I want out of the industry.An Lan: Divorce? Quit the showbiz? Hmph — try me if you dare, I'll kiss you right on the awards stage.

From an outsider's perspective, Chen Jieran's life seems perfect—she has parents, siblings, and friends. Yet, no one has ever truly been kind to her. Only Gu Qiong said, "I want to treat you well." With just those words, Chen Jieran was lost. But from the beginning to their separation, not a single word Gu Qiong spoke was true. So later, when she meets Gu Qiong again, Chen Jieran dares not believe anything she says. "All the hearts in the world lean toward my younger sister. I thought you would be different." "What a pity." Chen Jieran couldn't bring herself to say anything harsh—no matter how aggrieved, all she uttered was "what a pity." It wasn’t even a reproach. Gu Qiong's heart ached.

The little fox demon Bailian, sent as compensation to the dragon palace, bears striking beauty with features seven parts similar to the immortal Chongyan. Yet, upon hearing the rumors, Dragon Lord Yin Hanting coldly retorts, "How could he ever compare to Chongyan?" Iceberg Emperor Scum-turned-Loyal Dog Strong Top X Silly Sweet Cute Gluttonous Bottom This story follows a route of first tormenting the bottom, then the top. [Doppelgänger Trope] But the top has always loved the bottom—he just mistook him for someone else midway. A spontaneous work—proceed with caution if this isn't your cup of tea~ But guaranteed enjoyable~ Plus HE and 1V1~ No switching tops~

A angsty tropefest: Scummy Emperor Top(Not Chaste!) × Male Concubine Bottom(Not Chaste!). A foreign prince married off to the Liang Empire—gifted in both literature and martial arts, dignified and extraordinary—should have played the male lead’s script of “flourishing freely,” but instead stumbled into the role of the second male lead. The male concubine, armed with the script of the tormented second lead, wins the emperor’s genuine affection with unwavering devotion and inexplicably becomes the protagonist. Essentially, a male concubine’s counterattack story?

Beauty-Strength-Misfortune Cinderella (gong) X Handsome but Toxic Stepbrother (shou). "I met the love of my life in the most unfortunate way." At eleven, Qi Yan’s father cheated, and the shameless mistress brought her sickly son into their home. From then on, life turned cold—a desperate struggle to survive, with only his new stepbrother protecting him. Later, he realized the stepbrother had feelings for him. So... "Auntie, your son made the first move—ask him yourself." "Auntie, I’ll take your son now. Thanks for raising him." "Dad, you and Auntie were terrible people, but I’m grateful for one thing—I ended up with her son." ※ No marriage certificate with the mistress—couldn’t get one. HE, mutual salvation, angst then fluff. *** Qi Yan had wanted to say, "How dare you love me? Why don’t you just drop dead with that wicked woman?" But seeing his gentle eyes and pale lips, he couldn’t bring himself to. "In the end, Cinderella got together with his stepsister (just kidding)." "Cinderella can be the gong???" Poor Cinderella → Count of Monte Cristo · Qi Yan

In the sweltering heat of early autumn, Xu Qingchen leaned against the lectern in a black shirt and white trousers as Su Yin came to introduce herself."Teacher."Xu Qingchen softly repeated Su Yin's name.That year, Su Yin was sixteen.True to her name, Xu Qingchen carried herself with an almost flawless elegance. In all the years that followed, Su Yin never met another woman whose grace could compare to hers.Su Yin knew Xu Qingchen didn't like students like her. She always claimed she didn't like Xu Qingchen either.But the truth was, it hurt.Later, neither of them could remember who stepped into whose world first.On the day Xu Qingchen got divorced, Su Yin stayed with her all night beside the broken ping-pong table on the school playground. The wind was cold, and they shared a single school jacket."Teacher, what's your favorite movie?""In the Mood for Love."If there were one more ticket... would you come away with me?Extra 1Xu Qingchen received another anonymous letter.Just a thin envelope.As always, she quietly slipped it into a drawer without opening it.She thought locking it away would help her forget.Instead, the more she avoided it, the louder the memories came rushing back."Xu Qingchen, why wouldn't you take this ticket? Why wouldn't you come with me?""Disgusting.""What's disgusting?""You. And this kind of love. It all disgusts me."Extra 2Xu Qingchen saw Su Yin again.In the sunlight.In the rain.In the sky.In her dreams.And in Yu Zhi's Moments.Standing on the playground where the old broken ping-pong table had long since been removed, Xu Qingchen lingered there for a long time, searching in every direction.There was nothing left.Somewhere, on an ordinary day she never noticed, Su Yin had already moved on.Those memories had slowly faded into the past.Perhaps Su Yin didn't even remember her anymore.Only Xu Qingchen was still trapped there.She finally broke down.She cried.The whole world seemed to ache with her heartbreak.Except for one person.Su Yin.Extra 3"I can't stand that you've been married before. You're dirty. Don't you get it, Xu Qingchen? You're filthy."Those words had become a thorn buried deep in Xu Qingchen's heart.She could never pull it out.When they were spoken, the other person's eyes had been filled with nothing but disgust and revulsion. If looks could kill, Xu Qingchen would have been torn apart a thousand times over.That person was none other than the love of her life.Now, Su Yin lay sleeping peacefully beside her.Xu Qingchen couldn't sleep.Before bed, she kissed Su Yin, trying every way she could to please her, wishing she could give every part of herself to the woman she loved.Su Yin only said quietly,"I'm tired."Nothing more.Xu Qingchen was left alone in the silence of the night, one thought echoing over and over in her mind.Does she think I'm dirty again?The Xu Qingchen who had once stood confidently behind the classroom podium, embodying elegance and feminine charm, was gone.Somewhere in this relationship, she had lost herself.She loved Su Yin so much.And she was terrified of losing her.She was jealous.Possessive.Overly sensitive.Prone to overthinking.Always starved for reassurance.She cried through the entire night, asking herself again and again—When did I lose who I was?Extra 4At a gala, beneath dim lights, one woman stood out from the crowd.Wearing a teal evening gown, she gently swirled the wine in her glass. Someone spoke to her, and she responded with the faintest lift of her crimson lips—graceful, aloof, untouchable.Su Yin walked over."Long time no see."The woman took a sip of wine.Her eyes were icy.Without the slightest emotion, she uttered a single word."Get lost."

Year after year, he painted umbrellas in the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers. New disciples of the sect always loved to buy a parasol from him. The umbrellas he painted were indeed exquisitely beautiful. Yet, inexplicably, they carried a hint of loneliness. Was he waiting for a distant traveler? Or perhaps a lover who never returned? Often, younger martial sisters would tease, "Senior brother, have you been waiting for that person?" He would always smile and nod, "Ah, I already met them long ago." When he spoke, he would habitually touch the pendant at his waist— A pure white ornament, carved into the shape of a sword. Perhaps it was the sword that person had carried in life, Cold and sharp, yet softened slightly by its jade-like warmth... **[Reading Guide]** ① This story features a *hua ge* as the bottom and a *xiu ye* as the top. Contains excessive drama. ② Pairing: Proud, stubborn, slightly aloof top × Gentle, ruthless, sickly bottom. May deviate from expectations—proceed with caution. ③ Set against the backdrop of the An Lushan Rebellion. Diverges from both the game and historical records. Click [×] if unacceptable. ④ Ends in *BE*. Final warning.

The young master of the Xie family, from a prestigious and wealthy clan, powerful and influential—except he's gay. This is Xie Yuming as portrayed by the media. — The illegitimate child of the Xie family, arrogant and unruly, reckless and headstrong, as well as his ex-boyfriend. This is Xie Yuming in Li Qian's eyes. Yet, within just two years, Li Qian and the media finally saw eye to eye on their take of Xie Yuming—a madman. A story of a gentle top returning to the side of a truly mentally ill bottom.

As a domineering top who thinks he’s unstoppable, what’s it like to transmigrate as the ultimate bottom every time? Ye Chi’s answer: There’s no way he’ll ever be the one getting railed—never in this lifetime. Only by counterattacking can he maintain a happy life. Entering a new world feels just like coming home—filled with talented people who are rich, well-endowed, and oh so delightful! Mission Objective: *Me, the destined top—even if I jump off here, even if I die, I’ll never be a bottom…* Hmm, actually—delicious! Ye Chi · *True* · Top: *Baby, your mouth says no, but your body is so honest.* 【Reading Guide】 ① 1V1, split-personality fragment bottom ② Original persona acts out, minimal inner monologue ③ Can be read as standalone stories

As Wu Yan’s devoted death warrior, Leng Han never dared to step out of line. For over a decade, he remained a shadow—diligent, unseen, appearing only in moments of peril—until a drunken night when Wu Yan forced himself upon him. The moment Wu Yan entered him, Leng Han felt as if struck by thunder. Then, from Wu Yan’s lips, he heard the whispered name—”Xiao Ran.” Only Xiao Ran could inflict such bitter longing upon Wu Yan. Whether as a stand-in or a mere vessel for desire, Leng Han could not refuse—it was his duty as a subordinate. But Xiao Ran was a dream, a reverence beyond defilement. Who is whose calamity? Who is whose salvation? “May we grow old together and dissolve eternity’s sorrows!”

As a self-made chairman and president, Lu Wei is enthusiastic about public welfare, loves small animals, hopes for world peace, and treats everyone around him as gently and kindly as he can.Including his rivals, and many readers of this article, all think he is a good person.But in fact, he is an emotionless scumbag.During a dry spell, after Lu Wei slept with a bottom, he had no intention of wiping his mouth clean. He only planned to throw a five-million-yuan check at the bottom and cut off all ties, only to be immediately cursed by both the bottom and the system, then narrowly survive and enter a parallel world, beginning his counterattack journey of “failing to live up to deep affection.”Reading Guide:1. President Lu has a halo of mental illness, the attributes of an imperial seme, and is scummy yet seductive, a heartthrob. Because he travels through parallel worlds and often changes bodies, the body used by the scummy top may have previously belonged to a bottom. (Of course, after the scummy top possesses it, he will definitely launch a counterattack~)2. After transmigrating, every world firmly adheres to the principle of 1v1.3. Wishing everyone a pleasant read.

“Let him go or love him properly—Yin Zeyan can do neither.”The biggest failure of Lin Qingzhou’s life was falling in love with Yin Zeyan. He had loved him wholeheartedly for twelve years, giving everything he had.For Yin Zeyan’s career, he gave up his dreams and his dignity. He would have given his life for him—and in the end, all he got was: “Let’s break up. I’m tired of you.”On the day he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, Lin Qingzhou, enduring agonizing pain, broke down and begged him: “Yan-ge, I’m dying. Come see me.”Yin Zeyan, holding one of his own artists in his arms, said impatiently: “If you’re dead, go to the funeral parlor. Don’t bother me.”Lin Qingzhou believed that twelve years of feelings would always bring him back. He silently endured Yin Zeyan’s scandals—until a sex video was sent to him. The pouring rain finally extinguished the love in his heart.Bedraggled in the rain, he looked as if he had died once already: “I agree to the breakup. I’m not lying to you this time.”After leaving those words behind, Lin Qingzhou disappeared.Everyone thought Yin Zeyan no longer loved Lin Qingzhou—and he himself thought so too.