"I was so stupid. Really." In the living room, Chu Ge sat on the sofa with a durian balanced on his head, muttering with vacant eyes, "I only knew they shared porn. I never knew they could turn me into the porn..."
Qiu Wuji stood beside him with her arms folded, looking him up and down with disdain. She particularly wanted to see how big the spot for the sunflower was, but unfortunately, she couldn't see while he was sitting.
"I already knew you were a masochist. There's no need to explain." Qiu Wuji finally sighed and said in a deeply pitying tone, "Creating a group so over a thousand people can have their way with you-that courage truly befits a Creator God. Ordinary people couldn't manage it..."
"Uh, over a thousand already?" Chu Ge hurriedly said, "It's just a joke! What, are they going to reach through the internet and do me?"
"How do you know there isn't an esper ability for that?"
Fuck, that actually makes perfect sense! Chu Ge shuddered.
"But I really couldn't tell. So our great author Chu Ge has a taste for men-and he's even the one who submits..."
Chu Ge said weakly, "It's a popular meme these days. It isn't real. Believe me... Wait, you know quite a lot yourself. Is 'submits' a word just anyone would use?"
Qiu Wuji snorted. "I've read plenty of mortal storybooks. They're all those same tales of the powerful, and plenty feature this sort of thing."
"Why does it sound like you actually enjoy reading them?"
Qiu Wuji said leisurely, "Trying to turn the subject onto me won't work. However much I read, my knowledge could never rival Father God's."
Chu Ge had figured it out. Qiu Wuji didn't believe he was gay. At most, she was