I was just an average girl back then—a physics student buried in textbooks and equations, stealing every free moment to devour romance novels. Earning my PhD took everything I had; afterward, I became a professor, plain-faced with a petite figure hidden under baggy sweaters.
I was a virgin through and through, zero contact with men—my love life was all fictional crushes. Done in by a rogue fish bone choking me mid-meal. Pathetic way to go.
People must have laughed at my dead body. That's what people now-a-days do, right?
Until I woke up here.
I sat on the edge of my massive bed, heart hammering as Darius loomed before me. Him—the man whose massive cock I just deepthroated like a pro just by learning from the naughty videos. My jaw still ached faintly, throat raw from the abuse.
I couldn't believe that I was reincarnated as Caspian Ovelstarr, the second male lead in Eternal Blossoms of the Jade Empire, a steamy reverse harem novel I'd binged last month.
The story followed Jenne, a cunning commoner 'blessed' by a goddess, who collects four male leads in a corrupt empire—the brooding leader of the underworld, the supreme mage, the commander of the knight—who is a duke, and me. She is the saintess of the story who will become the darling of this world. At this point, the church still doesn't know her real identity.
Who am I?
I am Caspian.
Caspian's the emperor, who is the heroine's loyal childhood friend, petite and delicate, scripted to pine eternally for Jenne while getting sidelined. No powers, just tragic devotion ending in betrayal and death. He was the only male lead who died.
As a woman from my past life, Jenne held zero appeal. Nope. Pass.
Darius stalked toward me, his presence overwhelming. He was gorgeous—tall and broad-shouldered like a warrior god, with sharp, angular features—high cheekbones, a straight nose, full lips twisted in fury, and piercing silver eyes that could freeze blood.
Tousled raven-black hair fell to his shoulders, framing a jaw dusted with stubble. His military robes clung to sculpted muscles from years of battlefield training—chest straining the fabric, thighs like tree trunks.
The novel painted him as Jenne's fierce protector, straight as an arrow and hetero to the core. This guy is the commander of the knights—Duke Darius Redrowe.
I blushed, golden long hair spilling over my shoulders as I looked down, cheeks burning. I could still taste his cock in my mouth.
"What was that, Your Majesty?" Darius growled.
"Now you're using honorifics?" I whispered, voice hoarse.
Jenne had four men wrapped around her finger, including me in this script. Darius was Caspian's childhood friend too, bonded by blood oaths and battles—both orbiting her inevitably.
"Caspian! You did that! What the hell was it?"
"Would you believe someone possessed me?" I blurted, half-serious.
"Caspian! You sucked—" His face flushed crimson with rage and lingering embarrassment, veins bulging in his neck.
"Can't you just enjoy what was given? I sucked you right—my mouth hurts, throat's wrecked, and I fainted after." God, the taste of your cum still lingers, thick and salty.
"You sound like a crazy man!"
"Darius, please—let it go, okay?" My voice cracked, petite frame shrinking under his glare.
He grabbed my arms in a vice grip, yanking me up. Pain shot through my delicate limbs—too slender, too fragile. I cried out sharply, tears pricking my eyes.
He released me instantly, eyes widening. "Why the hell are you making that sound?!"
"It hurts, okay? Have you ever actually looked at me? Even three of me couldn't handle your strength." I rubbed my bruises, wincing.
He gave me a strange, searching look—pity mixed with confusion—before sighing heavily. "Fine. We keep this between us. You lost your mind for a moment, right?"
"Yes."
"Good. Jenni shouldn't know about this." His silver eyes narrowed to slits. "Don't forget, Caspian—it's because of me you're emperor. Without my armies and alliances, the nobles would eat you alive. Understood?"
"Yes," I nodded meekly. "Thank you for... cleaning me up."
"I did nothing."
Guilt twisted in my gut as he stormed out. Look, I was a woman before—liking men is casual for me. But now? Caspian's body, straight urges scripted in. Darius likes Jenne, not me. He's not gay. The door slammed, leaving silence.
Alone in my opulent chamber—marble floors, velvet drapes, a massive gilded mirror—I stumbled to it, shedding my white robes. Time to see the damage. Caspian stared back—petite and delicate, barely 5'6" with a lithe, almost feminine build—narrow shoulders, slim waist, long legs that looked made for silk stockings rather than thrones.
No bulk, no power; soft, pale skin glowed like porcelain under the candlelight.
My face was ethereally beautiful—huge emerald eyes framed by thick lashes, full pouty lips still swollen from Darius's cock, high cheekbones flushed pink.
Waves of golden long hair cascaded to my waist, shimmering like spun sunlight, tousled from our tussle. A faint mark bloomed on my neck, and lower... my pink cock hung soft between smooth thighs, balls dainty.
No wonder the novel called me 'the fragile flower emperor.' Stunning, but I'd snap in a real fight. And after that blowjob? Throat visibly bruised, lips puffy. Hot mess.
Physics teacher to this? Universe has a sick sense of humour.
I sighed, gathering my golden long hair and tying it into a loose bun, strands still tousled and sticky from earlier. I still can't decide whether I should be happy about this body.
The male leads are scorching hot, but they're not gay—straight for Jenne only. And I'm not really gay; I was a woman before, so chasing them feels... wrong? But Darius... fuck, Darius is a male lead too.
No, that blowjob wasn't mutual lust.
He couldn't hurt me because I'm the emperor—that's why he let it happen, right? Power dynamic, not desire.
Still... the way he throbbed in my throat says otherwise.
"No, it's just my illusion."
Physics professor to fragile flower emperor? At least the view's upgraded—from baggy sweaters to this silk-draped stunner. But my new appearance is useless.