Chapter 230 The First Day of Entering a Restricted Novel

Chapter 230: Day One of Transmigrating into a Smut Novel

An Yi sat there with a blank face, his face a blank slate.

When he'd first come to his senses, he was sitting in a car on soft leather seats, the faint scent of a car air freshener in his nose.

An Yi slowly opened his eyes, and he saw the understated beige ceiling and the front seats ahead.

He lowered his gaze slightly, seeing that he was wearing a perfectly tailored, expensive suit, pressed to perfection, not a wrinkle in sight.

On his left wrist was an unbranded watch that obviously cost a fortune; his fingertips were clean, nails neatly rounded.

He leaned back into the comfortable rear leather seat, closed his eyes, and sorted through the memories of this body flooding his mind.

The original owner, also named An Yi.

He was twenty-eight, the current CEO of An Group, young and successful, wealthy, the textbook definition of a domineering CEO.

His memories were a string of endless meetings, contracts, social engagements, and countless faces either fearful or fawning.

Family was simple: his parents were always globe-trotting, leaving him to handle the entire company.

His life was routine; his personality... a bit arrogant, but nothing too outrageous.

All this made An Yi feel like he was back during his very first transmigration.

Back then, he had been curious, learning to play the cold-faced CEO, and ended up in quite a few embarrassing situations.

So... what kind of novel did he transmigrate into this time?

Corporate drama? Or that whole 'domineering CEO falls in love with me' cliché?

An Yi pondered, based on his vast transmigration experience, and guessed it was probably something like that.

He even amused himself by guessing what kind of female or male lead this time would be.

As his mind wandered, the car glided to a smooth stop.

The driver said respectfully from the front: "CEO An, we've arrived."

The driver opened the door, and An Yi stepped out.

The afternoon sun was a bit dazzling, and he subconsciously squinted slightly, ready to walk toward the An Group headquarters.

But the moment he started to lift his foot, it froze in mid-air.

His gaze locked onto a figure walking out of the building entrance.

It was a very young man, around twenty, with a slender, almost too thin frame. His face was flushed, his eyes red-rimmed, as if he had just been crying—making him look utterly pathetic and adorable.

He carried a thermal lunch box and was walking away slowly.

The moment this delicate man came into clear view for An Yi, he heard voices from the comment section:

"Wow, that pose is amazing!"

"Can't they even skip lunch break?"

"So hot! (Face pale yellow.jpg)"

"Are those colleagues deaf and blind? Can't they hear this?"

"That's the setting for you! Heard it? Then what? Join in?"

"So good! Delicious!"

"(Hot) (Hot) (Hot) (Hot) (Tongue)"

"@Author, can I make a request? I want to see *window*"

"Yosh~ I'm going home!"

"*Garden*Balcony*Kitchen*Props"

"..."

A series of continuous, filthy comments and enthusiastic comments rang clearly in his ears!

An Yi: "...?"

Huh?

Huh??

Huh huh huh???

Oh God, what did he just hear?!

Before he could sort out the chaotic comment section, the original novel's plot was forcibly crammed into his head.

An Yi was speechless.

Holy shit.

An Yi's eyes bulged, and with unsteady steps, he stumbled quickly into the company building. Ignoring the respectful greetings from employees along the way, he went straight to the executive elevator and took it up to the CEO's office.

With a "bang," he closed the heavy office door behind him, shutting out the outside world.

He waved off the secretary and assistant who had instinctively followed, and collapsed into his office chair.

An Yi leaned back, stared at the ceiling, blank-faced and dazed, his eyes unfocused.

Good news: He seemed to be the main character this time.

Bad news: He was the main character... a top.

Good news: He wasn't the only top; he was just... top number three.

Bad news: This was a goddamn hardcore novel! The kind where the plot is just an excuse for certain activities, with wild settings!

Yes, An Yi, a veteran time-traveler who had been through the apocalypse, ancient dynasties, martial arts worlds—who had weathered countless storms and even guided civilizations.

This time, he had fallen into a gutter and landed in a... porno novel! And it was an NP (multi-partner) novel!

What scenario hadn't he been through?

But this? Never!

The original novel's forcibly implanted text, laced with unspeakable smut, assaulted his mind word by word like the most terrifying mental contamination.

Good news: The original had a plot description.

Bad news: The plot description only made up five percent of the entire text!

As for the other ninety-five percent... you get the picture.

An Yi was speechless.

He stared blankly at the ceiling, feeling his worldview subjected to an unprecedented impact and assault.

Even though he had lived forever and prided himself on being worldly, he had to admit at this moment—what a revelation! Truly an eye-opener!

So there were these positions? The human body could be twisted to that extent?

Those paragraphs packed with onomatopoeia and explicit adjectives played like a slideshow in his mind.

An Yi closed his eyes in pain, raised his hand, and forcefully grabbed his head, as if that could squeeze the filthy pornographic trash out of his brain.

Huo Huai!

His head was killing him!

His brain... was no longer pure!

He was contaminated!

After a long time, he barely pulled himself together, suppressing his mental discomfort to start sorting through the barely-qualified-as-plot content, which only made up five percent.

After a long silence... An Yi was speechless. Actually, that wasn't even plot; it was just transition.

To sum it up:

The protagonist bottom was named You Shou, the man he had just seen downstairs carrying a food thermos, looking fragile and helpless.

You Shou's husband was an employee of An Yi's An Group, named Rong Zhengqi, also known as the protagonist top number one.

In the original description, at night, You Shou and his legal husband would engage in some *ahem* conjugal activities.

During the day, You Shou and his neighbor, the protagonist top number two, Cheng Yuhang, would have some intimate exchanges.

At work, You Shou and his direct superior, the protagonist top number four, Wang Liangpeng, would engage in some workplace sexual politics.

When visiting relatives back home, You Shou and his [relative], the protagonist top number five, Liang Wenguang, would relive some childhood memories.

As for the original character, as the big boss of Rong Zhengqi, the protagonist top number three, at some "opportune" moment, when You Shou comes to deliver food to his husband, he would utter that widely circulated, classic line: "Ma'am, you wouldn't want hubby to lose his job, would you?"

And then, naturally, things would go down in unspeakable ways.

Oh, right—one key setting to add: You Shou was a *shuang xing* (intersex).