Qinglian Chronicles

Chapter 1: Paedophile

There are numerous people who time-travelled back to the past, using an assortment of methods to achieve it. In addition, the time, place and people vary immensely. Transmigration, reincarnation…one person, two people…arriving to save the world, arriving to destroy the world and of course, there are those who arrive to conquer beautiful men and women.

Whatever the case, there is one important point - that is, your location and the role you play. If you become the emperor once you cross over, then, in reality, you have it really easy. If you really want to dominate the world or acquire beauties, it wouldn't be difficult. At least, the second option wouldn't be. However, if you are unlucky and end up in a farmer's family, and the author adheres to reality more, then it doesn't matter if you are a nuclear expert here. Over there, you will have difficulty surviving. In comparison, travelling to the past and being a woman is not very favourable as society practices a strong gender discrimination. Women in general have to follow only one man.

Which was why the moment I open my eyes and glance around twice, I am filled with satisfaction and am extremely happy. Breathing out a long relieved breath, blissfully closing my eyes, envisioning enjoying a better life in the future. The obvious reason: first glance, the environment I saw around me, a mahogany bed inlaid with jade and gold, a beautifully embroidered high-quality white blanket, the aroma of white orchid in the air, the expensive, soft, large bed. There is no doubt my new identity holds a high status in this current world.

Lucky! The first concern is solved, I don't need to worry about my living conditions! (Once a materialist, always a materialist.)

Hence, slowly turning my neck to the side and taking a second glance after arriving in the ancient times. This one glance almost stopped my breathing, my heart went on strike. It was simply breathtaking. I couldn't help but be moved to tears. Oh heavens, you are showering upon me with too much love! I've been graced!

As it turns out, there is another person sleeping beside me, his face so close there is barely an inch between us. And what a face it was. The white sheets accented his olive skin, the healthy shade is exactly like that of my favourite Latin men. His facial features are so handsome to the point of being able to kill women, perfectly flawless body structure. If one took all the beautiful men in history and mix them together, it would only add up to one-tenth of his beauty. Such a handsome man doesn't exist even in manga or one's dreams! But if there's a negative point, his long eyelashes, closed eyes and shallow breathing makes him look really young.

Yi^[1]…that's not right. The facial contours are somewhat like a young adolescent. Th-th-this…this beautiful youth is obviously no more than seventeen or eighteen years old!

A cradle robber? That's just too immoral, even if older woman/younger man type of relationship is very popular…I partially salivated in my heart while warring with my morals.

Wait a minute, people in ancient times married early. My body's current groom is an adolescent, which is pretty normal. Oh heavens, my tears overflow again…why are you so good to me? Could it be I'm your illegitimate daughter left on this earth?

My mind moves away from the youth. I want to get out of bed to take a look at my new body, to see what kind of little beauty I am (why am I immediately reminded or parasites that takes over the body of the host?). Unexpectedly, my beautiful husband is a light sleeper. I only move a little and he immediately opens his eyes.

Without any warning, my gaze collided with his. In that instant, time seems to stop. I cannot hear anything save the gradually increasing loud sound of my heartbeat, my hands unconsciously clench and start to sweat. Was…was this the miraculous meeting by fate that stories always mentioned? The very thing my previous life never experienced for twenty-six years…love at first sight.

However, why is little Mr Handsome's gaze so serene, and beneath the serenity lurks a trace of coldness and cautiousness. It really doesn't have the feeling of a husband's morning greeting kiss. He is a step quicker than me, slowly pushing himself to a half-sitting position, the blanket pooling at his waist. He looks at me out of the corner of his eyes charmingly. I simply couldn't not look at those lean muscles, the epitome of a young male's appeal…there was a bit of frail feeling within that sexiness, but in a few years' time, he will be full of masculinity. Really is the man of my dreams!

Wait, something's not right. This light ling-ling^[2]

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noise…my eyes widen. What is that thin silver chain? Furthermore, the collar around his neck…is it possible us husband and wife are into SM? If I am originally into it, it would be okay, but I am afraid of pain. Even if Mr Handsome was ten times more good looking, I can only bear the pain and sever our relationship. I was just about to speak when my handsome groom opens his mouth at the same time.

"Daren^[3], you are awake."

What a lovely combination of a sharp, clear tone and low voice! Eh? Hang on. Daren? Am I possibly someone like Wu Zhetian^[4] and this youth was my boy toy?

"Daren." The silver chained beautiful boy toy turn his body to face me, his voice slightly rough. One hand reaches down to remove the blanket, exposing my body to the air.

I-It can't be, right? Doing that first thing in the morning? My weary old bones wouldn't be able to tolerate it ah. It would be better to develop some feelings between us first.

However, the youth did not bother saying further and has proceeded to press his body above mine, bowing his head to kiss my smooth chest.

Smooth? What happened to the 75D-cup chest I was immensely proud of?

I sweep a glance down towards my chest out of the corner of my eyes. Sure enough, although flawlessly white like jade, it was flatter than a field. Don't say chest, this body doesn't even have pectoral muscles. Even idiots know, so long as one is a woman, no matter how flat, no matter how underdeveloped, there's no way a woman's body can look like this.

Damn heavens! I knew he wouldn't be so good to me without reason. Not only did I become a man, but a gay. On top of that, it's a BL setting from the moment I came to this time. Was it made this way to increase click rates? In my previous life, I wasn't an emotionally intense woman as I haven't met a man I liked enough to make mine. I had a couple of sex partners when I returned to China, simply giving them a call when I had the urge, typically once every week or fortnight. There were regular periods of a few months where I didn't have the urge. Either way, I have never experienced being emotionally involved in a relationship. I have never had a one night stand, never had a man stay overnight and never spent a night at anyone's house. My preferences in bed are also comparatively conservative, which might be due to not having any romantic feelings for my partner.

Now, my mind feels faint, my brain dizzy, my underbelly hot. What in the world is this? Why can't I help but gasp for breath? Why do I unconsciously want to grab the youth's hair? Was it because a man's physiology makes them have a stronger sex drive? If it is, from here on, I can truly understand why the majority of men cheat in bed. There's a saying that a man's behaviour before you know him and after you do varies greatly^[5].

Nevertheless, calmly maintaining self-control has always been my strongest trait. Hence, as both hands reached out to grab the youth's hair, I am still able to transform the action midway, directing my limbs to brace his shoulders instead. After a second's hesitation, I hardened my heart and pushed the youth away from me.

He raised his head to stare at me. Panting, I returned his gaze, not knowing what to say. But I am taken back after another look at him. The expression in his eyes is still so serene, revealing nothing at all, absolutely not looking like someone who moments ago initiated such intimate acts. The coldness in his stare made me feel like retreating.

A flash of resentment crossed his eyes and he abruptly pulled away completely from me. Under my puzzled gaze, he prostrates himself beside me, bottom sticking towards the ceiling before going motionless.

I can't believe I'm seeing the man of my dreams displaying such humiliating attitude towards me. D-does this mean he wants me to get on top of him? I peeked down at my…thing. Although it wasn't all that big, it seems to be rather interested in the youth's silent request.

However, I have yet to fully adapt in regards to my newly-acquired body. Isn't it asking too much of me to fulfill this request?

The youth is still motionlessly waiting for me. I took in his well-toned body, that slender waist and couldn't help feeling sorry for him. To assume such grovelling posture, is he feeling very much ashamed deep in his heart?

Not able to bear it any longer, I suddenly wish to comfort him and extend a slightly trembling hand to touch his tailbone. His body trembled, obviously wishing to avoid but is with much difficulty forcing himself to endure. My fingertips lightly ran up his backbone, causing him to shudder. From my perspective, it is easy to see every muscle clenching. Originally, I had the aim to soothe him using my touch but it seems to have given rise to a different reaction than what I was hoping for. I know the youth is getting excited. Looking at his narrow bottom, my scalp began to feel numb, but…even if you beat me to death I cannot do what you want me to do ah!

Thus, I jump to one side of the bed, my voice a little shrill. "No, you get up quickly. I…urgh…today, I don't feel like…"

His head snaps up, beautiful pupils displaying extreme despair and hatred as he stares at me. Shocked, I wanted to recoil when he throws himself at me, pressing me back on the bed.

Dropping kisses randomly, hands wandering aimlessly, repressing the hate in his eyes, level tone carrying a trace of desperation, he asks: "Daren, you don't want me anymore? Didn't you say you like Jinzi the most? That you will forever not throw me aside?"

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Footnotes:

[1] An expression of surprise.

[2] Onomatopoeia, the sound of chains clinking lightly

[3] Daren （大人）= Lord (a form of address towards people/ministers holding a high official rank)

[4] Wu Zetian (624 - 705): Tang Empress, reigned 690 - 705

[5] Author's words. This translator is innocent (⊃д⊂)

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Translator’s notes: The words in brackets in the story itself is in the raws. They are not my added opinions or something (^∇^)

Also, reading it seems to be fine for me, but when it comes to translating sexual references it kinda gives me second-hand embarrassment…? Haha…idk…