Seven Men Chapter 4
Translated by Helliot at Isohungry Translations
Edited by LazyJes
Chapter 4
He knew the novel he had written better than anyone.
Of course, Chu Mu Yun was well aware that Demon Realm was a straight novel—if it weren’t, who would spend so much money to adapt it into a movie?
But in reality, there wasn’t much romance in this novel. After all, the author was gay—if he had truly written the story based on his own emotions, the plot definitely wouldn’t have been about the protagonist taking in a harem of women. Instead, it would have been about the protagonist pushing down a brother, then his brother’s brother, and then his brother’s brother’s brother… In short, whether it was a flat-chested beauty, a twink, someone’s spouse, or a muscle-bottom, as long as they suited his tastes, they could have a go.
Fortunately, Chu Mu Yun had left his senior executive job not to write some erotic masterpiece for the ages, but to seriously craft the magnificent world of Demon Realm. He stuck to high principles, ensuring that the novel followed the path of pure romance, where emotional drama merely served as a supporting element.
However, after Demon Realm became popular, fan creations ran wild. Various pairings were fiercely debated, and as the author, Chu Mu Yun had also come across many "classic" works. But personally, he still felt that the hot-blooded protagonist wouldn’t be able to handle being pressed down by seven madmen at the same time. Of course, fan works where the protagonist took on all seven in one go were even more unacceptable to him. His self-inserts were all lunatics—how could he tolerate being on the receiving end?
Thus, he once went out of his way to write a lengthy review, seriously analyzing whether these fan interpretations aligned with the characters’ personalities.
In the end… naturally, he was met with ridicule.
【You’re reading smut, and you’re still here analyzing character settings? My child, you must be mad!】
【Fan works are here for the OOC. Personally, what I want to see is my arrogant Mo Jiu Shao turned into a big puddle of spring mess...】
【Screw you! I’ve always thought my great Ling Xuan had some charm! Sure, his fighting power is off the charts, but when it comes down to it, he’s bound to be pretty captivating. Am I right?!】
【Heh heh, you actually dare to mention sex appeal with our Hong Feng? Who can compare to the sexy, great boss Hong Feng? Nosebleed... Ah... you should know why my nose is bleeding!】
【I just don’t like Qian Hong Feng. So what if he’s seductive and beautiful? He’s a little slut who plays with people’s feelings! And he enjoys being hated so much—just looking at him makes me want to abuse him!】
【There’s only true love for the seven sins here! The exit is upstairs to your left. The true gospel is to love them all.】
...
Looking at this pile of comments, Chu Mu Yun—who, as a true gay man, could not help but feel he was going blind—thought to himself: As expected... the creatures called women, he would never understand them in this lifetime.
To this day, Chu Mu Yun, who had transmigrated into Demon Realm, often reflected on all of this and felt some regret.
How great would it have been if he had transmigrated into the fan works of these sisters instead? The difficulty of dealing with seven little sluts would be far easier than bending seven straight men.
However, Chu Mu Yun still felt unsatisfied in his heart.
The protagonist was written by him, the characters were created by him. Although he hadn't considered sexual orientation when developing the setting for his characters, the person who created them liked men, there was no reason for them to suddenly turn straight after being born.
That’s why… he did not believe that Mo Jiu Shao was a straight man!
The corner of Chu Mu Yun’s mouth was slightly raised, he had a plan.
Although these thoughts had crossed his mind, in reality, only a few minutes had passed.
Though Qing Xue had been arranged to serve Chu Mu Yun, she was inexperienced. Despite having been instructed for some time, she still felt nervous and uneasy when it came to actually doing it.
After all, the young master was handsome and elegant. Even though he was only fifteen, he had a well-built, refined stature, like a bamboo pine. His exposed arm was firm and taut… It was said that the young master’s talent was extraordinary. He mastered the intricate Shao Yue sword style to the sixth form in just three short years. Such a level of cultivation could challenge an entire city if he had left the Thousand Phoenix Peak—truly powerful!
Qing Xue didn’t expect she’d have the luck to serve him. After all, with such a handsome young man, who wouldn’t long for him?
She felt a slight sense of desire as she stepped forward, embarrassed, and nestled close tenderly.
But she could never have imagined that, before she could even get close, Chu Mu Yun quickly stood up and shouted, "Who allowed you to enter?"
Qing Xue was stunned for a moment, then foolishly spoke, "Young master…"
"Speak!" Chu Mu Yun stared at her. In the darkness of the night, his eyes were cold, as if lined with a layer of frost.
Qing Xue was taken aback. All her charm dissipated in that moment. She took a few steps back and spoke respectfully, "It was the lord’s orders. The lord sent me to serve the young master."
The force surrounding Chu Mu Yun didn’t lessen. His voice remained as cold as before, "Indeed, father sent you to serve me, but who allowed you to break into my chambers in the middle of the night?"
Qing Xue panicked and hurriedly explained, "Young master, it is the lord who let Qing Xue… let Qing Xue… serve you in bedroom matters."
Hearing these words so suddenly, Chu Mu Yun was stunned for a moment. His complexion turned pale, and his voice trembled slightly, "You mean… Father sent you…?"
"That is so," Qing Xue replied, noticing he wasn’t as startled. She couldn’t help but try to approach him, speaking in a warm voice, "Young master, do not worry. When you reach that age, it is indeed time to understand such matters. The lord only…"
Before she could finish, Chu Mu Yun suddenly gave a low growl, "Get out!"
Qing Xue was so terrified she fell to the floor, trembling. "Young master, please do not be angry… young master…"
"Leave!" Chu Mu Yun seemed as if he could bear it no longer. He clenched his fists, a low hum erupting from the sword by his side.
Qing Xue knew he had truly gotten enraged and dared not stay another moment. She quickly muttered an apology and hurriedly withdrew.
The room was empty, as if the resentment in his heart could no longer be suppressed. Chu Mu Yun gripped the sword in his hand and swept it through the room in frustration, turning the once-beautiful palace into a chaotic mess.
The sounds of the sword clashing echoed, and the patter of footsteps could be heard outside. But suddenly, Chu Mu Yun collapsed, his whole body devoid of energy.
The steward of the side palace saw the scene inside and quickly rushed out to inform the main palace. He then cautiously entered, looking at the young master, who had always been clever and obedient. "If there is anything bothering the young master, you can tell this slave. This slave will definitely handle those servants."
Chu Mu Yun, fundamentally not a person to make trouble for no reason, spoke with exhaustion, "It’s nothing. I’m just not in a good mood. Don’t blame them."
The steward lowered his head in compliance and sent someone to clean up the mess in the palace.
Chu Mu Yun suddenly stood up and asked, "Is father in the main palace?"
The steward replied, "The lord should be resting."
Chu Mu Yun opened his mouth to speak but stopped, ultimately unable to voice his thoughts.
However, the steward received a voice transmission and quickly added, "Young master, you may as well go to the main palace to rest. It will take some time to clean up here."
Hearing this, Chu Mu Yun's brows furrowed slightly. After a moment of hesitation, he stood up and murmured, "Alright."
He walked slowly, his fists clenched the entire time, as if trying to suppress the swirling emotions in his chest.
In his mind, Zero's electronic voice interrupted the mood: "I give full points to your acting."
Chu Mu Yun responded, "Ninety-nine is enough, you can keep the last point."
Zero's voice was as flat as ever: "Why?"
Chu Mu Yun replied, "I’m afraid I’ll become arrogant."
Zero: "…"
They reached the main palace in a few steps. No one would stop Chu Mu Yun, given his status. Everyone waiting on him bowed respectfully, and Chu Mu Yun nodded in response, though his mind was elsewhere. He entered the main palace chamber, but no matter how hard he tried, sleep eluded him. Sitting under the light, he couldn’t shake the excitement that had suddenly overwhelmed him.
A moment later, the door was pushed open. Through the cool moonlight, a man dressed in loose white robes stepped inside.
Chu Mu Yun lifted his head but quickly lowered his gaze after a brief glance.
It was Mo Jiu Shao. He had been resting but had come to check on Chu Mu Yun after hearing about the situation in the side palace.
Upon Mo Jiu Shao’s arrival, Chu Mu Yun’s posture stiffened. His back, which had been straight from the beginning, now became even more rigid, like a bamboo stick in winter. That rigidness, however, betrayed a hint of fragile vulnerability.
Mo Jiu Shao’s gaze deepened, but his expression was filled with concern. He sighed softly, "If you don’t like that girl, we can replace her. Was it really necessary to lose your temper like this? What if you hurt yourself?"
His voice was gentle, like the soft wind of the night, teasing and comforting, making one feel flustered.
Chu Mu Yun suddenly lifted his head. His young face was pale, his lips almost transparent, and his piercing gaze was clouded with a mist of emotion. But he stubbornly held back his tears, refusing to let them fall. "I don’t want that!" he replied, his voice firm.
Mo Jiu Shao was surprised. For the past three years, Chu Mu Yun had been nothing but obedient, and this sudden outburst caught him off guard.
"Why? What don’t you want?" Mo Jiu Shao asked patiently.
Chu Mu Yun turned his head, his hand clenched into fists, his voice trembling slightly. "I don’t need those people."
Mo Jiu Shao paused, his expression thoughtful before responding directly, "These are things you need to experience in life. It’s nothing to fear. You just need to..."
For the first time in his life, Chu Mu Yun interrupted him. He lifted his head and met Mo Jiu Shao’s gaze, the surge of emotions in his eyes so intense that even he couldn’t fully understand them. But the unwillingness and sharp pain in his chest were clear, and the words slipped out before he could stop them. "I don’t want to do those things. I don’t want to... to do that with other people."
Mo Jiu Shao was slightly startled. His gaze flickered, but his voice remained gentle, "Then forget it. Your father overstepped."
Chu Mu Yun’s shoulders trembled slightly, an unspoken desire flashing in his eyes. The torrent of thoughts and emotions surged within him, but he couldn’t find the words to express them.
Mo Jiu Shao stood, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Don’t overthink it. You should rest now."
With that, he turned to leave.
As he watched Mo Jiu Shao’s retreating figure, Chu Mu Yun couldn't help but feel a flicker of doubt. "I’ve invited him to this extent, and there’s still no reaction. Could Mo Jiu Shao really be... straight?"
Zero: “...”
