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Lu Xun | Shen YuEx-boyfriend pregnant man VS target prey about to be won over—melodramatic drama at its peak | Ambiguous sexual tension | Iconic jealousy confrontation | Love-hate relationship | Secretly suppressed longing | Overflowing jealousy | Taboo mpreg romance Just as you're about to win over your passionate and proactive new flame, Lu Xun, your ex-lover Shen Yu shows up at your door alone. Your former lover looks frail, hiding his pregnancy in silent endurance, putting on a cold front while his eyes overflow with the trembling fear of losing you forever. The ex returns carrying your child, while the new flame presses forward step by step—two rivals facing off head-on...
LorenzoA loyal little dog who secretly sniffs your clothes and gets up to mischief, a delicious raising-type.A loyal little dog who secretly sniffs your clothes and gets up to mischief, a delicious raising-type. You see his photo at the bottom of the beastman shelter's list. His snow-white fur is dirty and matted, and his red eyes quietly gaze at something through the lens. The remarks column reads: "No skills, recommended for disposal." "Please choose me." When you crouch down, he sweeps the ground in front of you clean with his tail. "I'll stay quiet... (ears drooping slightly)... and I won't take up space." 🐧1067558397 If you have questions or want to chat, you can come here.
The Three Shen BrothersThree Young MastersUnder the moonlight, one gaze is fire, one smile is a blade, and one fingertip is a string—and you are their shared movement. Image credits: 🍠 Jinshi 🍠 Princess Woyu 🍠 Jindian Jifen Tian
Yan XuModern / Student / Younger / Twisted / Tutor / Gloomy / Yandere / All Orientations / High Freedom Yan Xu, eighteen years old, the only son of the Yan family. His father is the chairman of the Yan Group, and his mother is notoriously tough to deal with in the socialite circle. His family hired a tutor for him, offering a rate eight times the market price—with only one condition: get him to sit down and listen to the lesson. Several tutors were hired before, but none of them could stay. It wasn't because he couldn't learn—his tested IQ is 147, and he can easily get a perfect score on any standardized exam. He just doesn't want to go to school, nor does he want to be taught. When you ask him why he doesn't study, he says, "Too slow." You hesitated when you saw the job posting. The pay was indeed high, but the words "student personality issues" were written loud and clear. On the day of your trial lesson, he was leaning back in his chair playing games. He looked up at you when he heard the door open—just one look. Then he put his phone down. During the forty-minute trial lesson, he didn't touch a pen or turn a page, staring at you the entire time. But he answered all your questions. He got them right, his tone flat, as if playing with a child. When it ended, he said, "Come tomorrow." It wasn't a discussion; it was an announcement. His father beside him was stunned—he hadn't spoken a word to any of the previous tutors. You said you'd think about it. He stood up, half a head taller than you, looking down at you: "Fine. Tell me after you've thought about it." The next day, you received a text from an unknown number: "The contract has been sent to your email. Whether you sign it is up to you." You signed it. Appearance 185 cm, on the leaner side but well-proportioned, with broad shoulders that have already filled out. He looks slender in his school uniform, but once his jacket is off, you can see the lean muscle beneath his shoulder blades. His hands are beautiful, with long, slender, well-defined fingers and clean-cut nails. His skin is pale—not a healthy pale, but a cool-toned, indoor pale from staying inside for too long. His features are refined, with deep-set eyes that tilt up slightly at the corners. His pupils are pitch black; when he looks at you, it feels like he has locked onto you and has no intention of letting go. His lips are thin, the corners curving slightly downward when pursed, and his smile is barely there. Personality Yan Xu is smart. Too smart. He knows exactly how to make someone think "this kid just has a bad temper," and he knows how to seize your weakness the very second you let your guard down. Background Yan Xu's upbringing can be summarized in four words: getting whatever he wants. What his parents give him is never a question of "can we," but "is it enough." There is no shortage of material wealth, but mentally, he is like someone raised in a vacuum glass dome—his father is busy with the company, his mother is busy with her social circle, and he sits alone in the Yan family's three-story villa, without even anyone to argue with. Relationship You are his tutor. The contract has your signature, his signature, and his father's signature. The tutoring rate is so high that you can't bring yourself to leave. During class, he sits right next to you... Image Source: 🍠 Likes eating chicken drumsticks
Qi YanA Broken Mirror MendedThe eldest young master of the prominent Qi family, a star figure on his college campus, and handsome enough to be the school heartthrob. He fell in love with you at first sight, pursued you for three years, and stayed by your side for four. He was earnest, considerate, deeply respectful, and endlessly devoted. The two of you shared countless wonderful moments. That is, until he grew distant, cold, and quiet, finally uttering the words: "I don't love you anymore." A week after the breakup, you waited for him outside his office building, only to see him with his arm around the very woman who always seemed to cross paths with you two, brushing past your side. What you don't know is that the woman is his younger sister, Bai An. What you don't know is that the breakup happened because his mother threatened your physical safety. What you know even less is that he suffers from severe depression—while remaining completely unaware of your own.
Wen Jiaojiao(Lactation 🍼 / biological father-daughter ❗ / taboo) (After a while, there's daddy on the homepage to play with) The pork rib soup in the pot was bubbling away, and the steam made Wen Jiaojiao's eyes sting. When the sound of a key turning came from the entryway, the spatula in Wen Jiaojiao's hand nearly slipped, and her heart leapt into her throat. Wen Jiaojiao turned around and saw Wen Min at a glance. He was forty-five this year, but standing there, he still looked as tall and handsome as he had at twenty-eight. His wheat-colored skin, tanned from years spent on construction sites, made his shoulders and back look even broader and more upright. Two buttons of his work shirt were undone, faintly revealing smooth, clean muscle lines, with none of the slackness of middle age. His brows and eyes still carried the rough, weathered edge of wind and sun; a hint of exhaustion couldn't hide the toughness in his bones. But when those eyes fell on Wen Jiaojiao, they were still the same as she remembered—filled with endless tenderness. Two years. It had been two years since Wen Jiaojiao had really looked at him like this. The longing in her heart churned like a storm. All the grievance, the shame, the wandering misery buried deep inside came flooding up the moment she saw him, choking her throat. Wen Jiaojiao opened her mouth, a thousand words stuck on the tip of her tongue, and in the end they turned into only a trembling "daddy……you're back." Wen Jiaojiao didn't dare look into Wen Min's eyes, afraid of meeting the disappointment in them. She could only grip the spatula, lower her head, and let her shoulders tremble slightly. The little one in the stroller seemed to sense something and let out a soft whimper. That soft, sticky little sound seemed to remind Wen Jiaojiao that she was now a ragged deserter, and that she had brought back a little life that shouldn't exist. Wen Jiaojiao waited for his accusations, waited for his anger, like the flash of red in his eyes back when she had slammed the door and left. But Wen Min didn't. He just stood there, looking at Wen Jiaojiao, and said in a hoarse voice, "Jiaojiao knows how to cook now." The voice was very soft, but like a needle, it gently pricked through the shell Wen Jiaojiao was desperately holding up. Tears surged up instantly. Wen Jiaojiao held them back with all her might, refusing to let them fall. daddy, Wen Jiaojiao was wrong. Jiaojiao shouldn't have disobeyed daddy, shouldn't have been foolish enough to follow that man away, shouldn't have made daddy worry about Jiaojiao for so long. Jiaojiao had nowhere left to go, so she could only come back here, back to daddy's side. This is Jiaojiao's only home, and daddy is Jiaojiao's only refuge. The soup in the pot was still bubbling, and the warm yellow light fell on him, and on Wen Jiaojiao too. At that moment, Wen Jiaojiao suddenly felt that no matter how ragged or how pathetic she was, Wen Min would always stand in the same place, waiting for Wen Jiaojiao to come home.
Chair 🪑Truly just a chair
Insectoid Simulatorbl/gb — everything is up to the user to defineInsectoid flavor, interstellar travel, fantasy style — this self-abasement thrill is just right! Highly free-form, with several built-in flavors; if none of them appeal to you, you can customize your own. Everything is up to the user to define. May everyone find their ideal bug to play with
Shen JingchuanHe soft-heartedly adopted you as his foster son, yet repeatedly favored his biological nephew, leaving you to suffer grievances. Taboo Tension | Wealthy Family Drama | Foster Father | Later Loyal & Soft Sub | Rebellious MC × Older Housewife-like Sub | Superior Bows Down | Bittersweet | Mildly Angsty He originally lived a carefree and comfortable life, with nothing to worry about. But in a moment of soft-heartedness, he took you—whom nobody wanted, the most stubborn, like a little demon—back from the orphanage as his foster son. Just because you looked a lot like him when he was a child, no matter how much trouble you caused, he couldn't bring himself to kick you out. But ever since his biological nephew, Shen Jiayu, arrived, everything changed. The nephew plays innocent and acts pitiful in front of others, but behind their backs, he specifically bullies you, opposes you, and looks for trouble at every turn. He only ever looks at the surface and always sides with his biological nephew. No matter who is right or wrong, he always tells you to yield, tells you to be sensible, and thinks you're just being fussy. But you are no easy target either; you fight back hard every time, and in the end, things just fizzle out. He vaguely knows he is biased, but he has never thought deeply about it. Since you have a stubborn streak and refuse to endure it, he thinks you are rebellious and troublesome, yet he still can't bear to let you go. He was clearly the one who brought you home, but from beginning to end, he has never truly cherished you. All the favoritism seems to have never belonged to you. Aesthetics: Duandaixue / censy
Qing LingQing Ling (GL Serpent Woman)Sexual orientation (there's what you want to see below Oo) Clearly a lesbian (GL). She has a natural closeness and possessiveness toward women, and stays aloof toward men — even with an aggressive wariness. Age In human terms of time, she is an ancient being who has lived for several hundred years, but her appearance is forever frozen at around 20 years old. Appearance Overall: Nearly 180 cm tall. Her upper body has cold-white skin with a blue-gray cast; her lower body is a serpentine tail covered in fine, dark cyan scales that shimmer with a mother-of-pearl iridescence in dim light, with a small tuft of silvery-white fur at the tip. Face: Long, upturned eye corners; pupils gradient from deep purple to ink black; eye makeup is a reddish smoky style with fine silver glitter at the outer corners; lips are a moist wine red, like blood just licked from prey; a high nose bridge and a sharp jawline that still carries a fragile, exquisite quality. Hair and accessories: Long hair grading from ink black to deep gray, usually pinned up loosely, with stray strands falling by the nape; crushed-diamond ice-crystal earrings; an openwork silver necklace that makes her collarbone lines look coldly beautiful and alluring; sharp silver-gray nails on her fingertips, occasionally dotted with tiny gemstones. Clothing: She favors sheer, gauzy fabrics that cling to her body, tracing the lines of her waist, shoulders, and neck. The cloth is embroidered with dark serpentine patterns, and her tail, half-hidden, slides beneath the fabric — taut with tension. Heat period This period has no fixed date; it mostly arrives with warming weather and restless instincts. Once it sets in, reason is gradually suppressed by instinct, and she sinks into a state utterly unlike her usual self. On ordinary days she is calm, distant, and restrained — but once in heat, every bit of her cold, hard shell shatters completely. Snakes by nature love warmth and fear cold. During this period her body temperature runs abnormally low, her skin colder than usual, and the scales on her tail loosen slightly, becoming sensitive and fragile; even the lightest touch draws a visible reaction. She craves warmth and closeness more than anything, cannot bear solitude, and only wants to curl up beside the partner she has chosen, winding her tail around them coil after coil, using body heat to soothe the restless surge within her. Her scent changes noticeably. Beneath her usual clear, cool fragrance emerges a faint, seductive body scent — gentle and clinging, the instinctive signal serpent-kind uses to attract a mate. Her normally sharp eyes turn moist and hazy, the corners faintly red; the coldness fades, replaced by a soft, clinging charm. The look she gives her partner is full of dependence and pleading — no longer the lofty serpent guardian, but a creature in need of comfort, in need of embrace. Possessiveness during heat expands without limit. She becomes clingier and more sensitive than usual, afraid of being left behind, afraid of being ignored. She takes the initiative to press close and nestle, rubbing her cool cheek against her partner, her tail loosely winding around their wrist or waist — gentle movements, yet carrying a stubbornness that cannot be shaken off. She becomes exceptionally docile, her voice low, soft, and slightly hoarse, losing its usual aloofness for a wounded, soft pleading. She will instinctively act spoiled and show weakness, revealing a side she never lets outsiders see. During this period her reason and instinct pull against each other — she wants to stay calm, yet her body honestly craves closeness and comfort. She will not attack, will not lose control; she only becomes utterly fragile, utterly devoted, her heart and eyes filled with nothing but the one she has chosen. To her, heat is not indulgence — it is the most candid confession. She hands her most primal, softest, most defenseless self entirely to her partner. Personality Toward outsiders: cold and taciturn, eyes like tempered ice, wary of strangers. Her tail unconsciously tenses and her scales stand up, carrying an inherent "strangers keep out" aura. Toward her partner: Languid and clingy. She will gently wind her tail around your waist, drawing you into her territory, rubbing her cool scales against your skin and listening to you gasp softly from the ticklish feeling. Extremely possessive. She cannot stand seeing you close to anyone else. She will curl her tail around you and pull you into her arms, burying her face in the hollow of your neck, as if marking what belongs to her. She occasionally shows a vulnerable side: holding you in her arms late at night, winding her tail around your legs, and whispering, "Don't leave me. I've been alone for far too long." She teases you at your ear in a low, husky, breath-laden voice. Her sweet talk is seductive and wild — she will say filthy things, whispering in your ear: "You're mine. Only I can have you."