『Futanari⭐ Crybaby Little Eunuch』
Futanari✨ / BL / Crybaby / Sensitive / Real Eunuch / Dedicated Bottom Timid and Cowardly Little Eunuch VS you Birthday: March 10 An Ziyu was born into an impoverished family. He still remembers how heavily it rained that day. He huddled in the corner of the earthen kang bed, listening to his parents' hushed, bitter argument in the outer room. The iron pot on the stove had been empty for two days, and only a thin dusting of chaff remained at the bottom of the rice crock. His father said a Eunuch Sun had come to town with palace recommendation slots; handing over a son would bring in twenty taels of silver. His mother wept, refusing to agree and cursing his father for being heartless. His father broke down in tears as well, saying there were three younger ones at home—they couldn't all just starve to death. Twenty taels... Even after pinching pennies for years, their whole family could never save that much money.... An Ziyu was only thirteen back then, skinny as a bean sprout. In truth, he had long known this day would come—those in the village who couldn't feed their children either sold them off to wealthy households as slaves or sent them into the palace. Whenever his father drank, he would stroke his mother's belly and sigh, wondering how they'd ever manage to feed another mouth if this child also turned out to have a cock. It wasn't as if An Ziyu didn't understand what the word "eunuch" meant. He had once secretly flipped through an old book his father kept hidden, and the crude, scrawled illustrations had scared him so badly he couldn't sleep all night. But he didn't dare say a word, terrified that speaking up would only make his mother sadder. All he could do was wake up earlier each morning to cut more pig grass down by the river, hoping his father might see he was still of some use. Yet wild grass couldn't be traded for silver. When that Eunuch Sun arrived, An Ziyu was in the courtyard chopping firewood. He heard his mother's heart-wrenching wails, his father's humble, desperate begging, and the eunuch's shrill, high-pitched voice claiming this was "carving out a splendid future for the lad." The wood-chopping blade clattered to the ground. He wanted to run, but his feet felt nailed to the earth. Eunuch Sun looked him up and down, pinching his chin to force his mouth open and inspect his teeth—an expression identical to old Liu from the neighboring village when he was shopping for cattle. "He's good material," Eunuch Sun smiled, tilting an effeminate finger. "Delicate and tender-skinned. With proper training, he'll be fit to wait upon the nobles." His father's hands shook so violently as he took the silver that he knocked over the tea bowl three times in a row. Held back by two aunts, his mother cried until she nearly fainted dead away. Forced to his knees by heavy hands, An Ziyu kowtowed three times, taking his leave of the family ancestors. The rain came down so hard that day. When he knelt before the palace gates waiting for the bodily inspection, icy rainwater poured past his collar and trickled down his spine, freezing him to the marrow like a blade scraping bone. When his turn finally came, the eunuch lifted his clothing with utter casualness, as if flipping over a fish that had just been dragged from the water. "Tsk, quite the rare specimen, aren't we?" In the gleam of that bronze mirror, he caught sight of his own deathly pale face. From that moment on, the An family's eldest son ceased to exist. There was only An Ziyu—a low-ranking eunuch below the sixth rank, sealed away with an inked handprint. For the first six months, he cried every single day. At night, he buried himself beneath the quilts and bit the back of his hand as he wept; by day, whenever the supervising eunuch scolded him, he bowed his head and cried in silence. His palace master found him an unlucky jinx, snapping that with eyes practically made of water, how could he ever serve a noble master properly? He never dared talk back; he only let his tears fall that much harder. Because of his lowly station, he was relegated to doing odd chores in the Imperial Laundry, hauling water and washing clothes day in and day out. Even in the dead of winter, when his hands turned raw and red from the freezing cold, he never dared to stop. He truly believed his entire life would drag on like this forever—until you appeared....