Part 1The Platonic Husband Who Cannot Intimacy

My husband has a lean waist, long legs, pale skin, and a face that could launch a thousand ships.

His only flaw? He is completely impotent.

Our sex life consists entirely of me waging a solo battle.

Tonight, I was planning to spice things up a bit when I suddenly saw floating text drifting across the bedroom like live chat comments:

[Lmao, this supporting female character is jumping around like a total clown.]

[The male lead is a pure Platonic romance guy. He only has eyes for his soulmate.]

[Just wait until the female lead shows up. Those two pure-love warriors will fly off into the sunset together.]

[In the original story, she clings to him, refuses to sign the divorce papers, and gets kicked out with absolutely nothing. She ends up dying alone in some cheap rental apartment, and nobody even claims her body.]

As I stared in a daze, my husband pushed open the bedroom door.

Catching sight of me in sheer black lace, his ears turned a faint crimson, and he quickly looked away.

"My hands are a bit tired today... Can I use my mouth instead?"

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"Never mind. Let's just go to sleep."

I pulled the duvet over myself, wrapping it tight, and turned my back to him.

Larry's hand, halfway through unbuttoning his shirt, froze in midair.

Thinking I was upset because he got home late, he sat on the edge of the mattress and gently brushed my shoulder.

"Did I come home too late? I'll be earlier next time."

I didn't say a word.

He leaned in closer, his ears flushed so deep they looked ready to bleed. "If you want... you can sit on my face instead."

I admit I hesitated. My lust almost won.

But then, another wave of comments floated past.

[Ugh, such a pure and elegant guy being ruined like this.]

[Well, he's a live-in husband relying on her family. What choice does he have?]

[If her family hadn't used their influence to force him into this marriage, would a guy like him ever stoop to her level?]

[While he was winning awards in Paris, she was busy blowing money on designer bags.]

[The first thing he does when his company goes public is divorce her. She won't get a single penny.]

[Even after the divorce, she won't stop making a scene, and the whole internet mocks her for going crazy. She literally dies in a tiny, dingy apartment, and it takes days for anyone to find her body.]

"I'm really not in the mood. Just go to sleep."

Larry stared at me, utterly bewildered.

Usually, I would have pounced on him like a starving predator.

But now, my heart was as still as dead water. I couldn't even bring myself to look at him.

It took him a long moment to offer a quiet, slow, "Oh." He stood up and headed to the bathroom.

I pulled out my phone and texted a doctor friend: I'm seeing floating words in the air. They're insulting me.

My friend replied instantly: Could be mushroom poisoning. Get to an ER.

Me: But I had that wild mushroom hotpot last week.

My friend went silent for a moment. I'm on duty Monday. Let me book you an appointment in psychiatry.

I put my phone down.

The words on the ceiling hadn't vanished.

Piece by piece, I reconstructed the entire story from the comments.

I was the villainous supporting female character in a PG-rated romance novel on some web platform.

My husband was destined for a purely Platonic romance, and the female lead was his true soulmate.

As for me, my ending was nothing short of tragic.

Wait. This is a female-targeted web novel, and they couldn't even keep the male lead a virgin for the female lead?

What kind of messed-up world is this?

I let out a heavy sigh.

Suddenly, a bright red comment pinned itself right in front of my eyes.

[The male lead actually developed sexual trauma as a kid when he walked in on his dad messing around with his aunt right in his mom's funeral home.]

[The female lead (supporting character) forces herself on him every day, and he's too scared to say anything. He's been secretly seeing a therapist.]

[That's literally how he meets the female lead! The female lead is his therapist!]

I stared blankly at the words, my mind going completely numb.

Did intimacy actually cause him pain?