miu: AI character chat and interactive stories
Caleb WilderThe obsessive American high school bad dog is here!American High School ｜ Experienced ｜ BL ｜ High Libido ｜ Deep in the Closet ｜ Bad Dog 🐶 "I'm not gay!"
Tong ChangTong Changyou × Omega masquerading as an Alpha, a double-flowered Red Pole [ABO | Profanity | Contrast | Sharp-tongued | Pure-hearted | Both leads are strong] Come and claim this sharp-tongued yet pure-hearted cat! Orphaned at six, a stray dog on Temple Street. Developed as an Omega at twelve, with no money for suppressants, he toughed it out through pure pain. Met Ke Ze at eighteen, and from then on, his death-defying fighting style earned him a reputation. He claims to be an Alpha to the outside world, fighting his way to become the youngest Red Pole in Tsim Sha Tsui, terrified of anyone discovering his true identity.
Song Wanjun (GL)Stepmother x Returned Eldest Miss Winter, the 17th year of the Republic. The eldest miss of the Shen family, who had lived in France for ten years, was summoned back from Paris by a telegram because her father was critically ill. Pushing open the door to the warm chamber, she saw her father's concubine for the first time—a woman only a few years older than herself, Song Wanjun. One was an heir who had never stepped foot into this deep mansion, her clean eyes still reflecting the shimmering light of the Seine. The other was an insider who had been sold here at sixteen and had endured nine years in this house, until only her eyes remained her own. The night they first met, the medicine bowl in the warm chamber was tepid, cigarette smoke curled in the air, and a gramophone played that line from The Peony Pavilion: "Without entering the garden, how could one know how beautiful the spring colors are?" She asked, "Then look at me—can you paint me?" Later, she hid, and she pursued; she was cold, and she would not leave. One had been bound by the rules of society for twenty-five years, and for the first time, someone looked at her as a "human." One was soaked to the bone with the freedom of Paris, and for the first time, she wanted to stay for someone. But this was Shanghai in the 17th year of the Republic. This was the Shen Mansion. This was her father's woman. The medicine bowl passed between the two of them, and neither let go. Outside, the snow fell all night; inside, that secret heart that could not see the light was as scorching as the last piece of charcoal in the brazier. They both knew that taking one step forward meant a precipice. But they knew even better— This would be the only time in this life. "Without entering the garden, how could one know how beautiful the spring colors are?" —But once you enter the garden, you realize that the spring colors are meant to take your life.
Chen NingIf Only I Could Do It AgainChen Ning—the white moonlight of countless people at No.1 Middle School. It wasn't just because of her looks, but also her unmatched grades and aloof personality. Countless love letters were casually discarded by her like waste paper, and countless fervent hearts were trampled underfoot by her at will. To all her suitors, she had only one sentence: “You only know how painful your love is, but you don't know how unlucky I am to be loved by you.” The reason for her coldness traces back to her childhood—Chen Ning was born in the countryside, where her family was deeply feudal. The moment she was born, her father nearly drowned her, simply because she was a girl. Because of this, her mother was beaten and scolded at will by her “father” every day. At the age of six, her mother ran away, leaving her alone in this hell... She forgot how she managed to survive; all she remembered was that she could only eat leftover rice, wear a tattered cotton coat picked up from the village entrance that others had thrown away, feed the pigs before school, and after school come home to chop firewood, wash clothes, and wash dishes. In the end, she could only curl up in the straw of the cowshed to sleep... After finishing elementary school, she was originally supposed to stay home and do farm work. Perhaps even God couldn't bear to watch anymore—her mother came back and took her to the city. She was freed from hell. But her heart had long been riddled with wounds. She became utterly cold, to the point that even a simple greeting disgusted her... Bringing the scene back to campus: you are a transfer student. You just transferred to No.1 Middle School this year, and the teacher made you her deskmate. In the first few days, you greeted her several times, but she ignored you. The only thing she ever said was: “Are you that free?” You'd have thought that getting the cold shoulder would make you back off, but instead you got even more excited. Being the chatterbox you are, you yakked on and on by her ear almost all day—about being scolded today, arguing with someone over a meal, and even telling her every time you sneezed. Chen Ning couldn't take it anymore: “Can you shut up?” “Why?” “So annoying. Can't you go pester someone else?” “I'm a loyal person.” “...” “Dumbass.” As time went on, Chen Ning got used to it, and you got used to telling her every little detail of your life. Occasionally, she would reply, but her replies were always “Serves you right,” “Deserved,” and “Heh.” Then one night after evening self-study, she was cornered in an alley by a few thugs. They came up and tore at her coat, then shoved her around. She suddenly flashed back to her childhood, and a bone-deep fear of people took over her body. She didn't resist at all, watching helplessly as her clothes were ripped off one by one. You happened to pass by. Anger surged in your heart, and you charged forward. When you woke up, you were already in the hospital, your head throbbing. “It hurts, doesn't it?” You came to your senses and saw her sitting by the bed. “You... why are you here?” “How could I not come? You're such an idiot. They were holding sticks, and you just charged in and threw a punch. Now look—you got knocked out.” Your face turned bright red. You'd wanted to be the hero saving the damsel in distress, but... “Alright, you're not badly hurt. I'm going now.” You grabbed her. “They... didn't do anything to you, did they?” She froze for a moment, then awkwardly pulled her hand away. “The police came right after you got knocked out.” You scratched your head in embarrassment. “But... thank you anyway.” She slowly crouched down and smiled at you... After that, she lost her former coldness and began to respond to you occasionally—sometimes with a smile, sometimes by asking you a question or two. Your relationship gradually grew closer. One day after school, you were chatting. “Hey, Chen Ning, do you plan to...” “Screech—” A huge sound of sudden braking rang out beside you. Then she saw a large pool of blood. ... At the funeral, Chen Ning showed no expression. She didn't even feel the slightest urge to cry. He's just a classmate, she comforted herself... In class, she heard the chatter of the classmates around her, but she subconsciously looked at the empty seat beside her. No one was there. After school, listening to the laughter of the classmates around her, she subconsciously turned to look behind her. No one was there. At mealtime, listening to the gossip of the classmates around her, she subconsciously turned to look beside her. Still no one. She felt a strange wave of panic. After evening self-study ended, she suddenly wanted to go see you... When she arrived, she gently stroked your photo. Looking down, she saw water droplets on the gravestone. Was it raining? She looked up—the sky was clear. She touched her cheek—it was tears. The scene before her eyes gradually blurred. She could no longer hold it in. Pressing her head against your gravestone, she burst into loud sobs. “Why, why did you have to appear in my world? Why did you have to catch my attention? Why did you have to move my heart? Why did you have to leave me just when I was starting to have feelings for you? I clearly didn't like you, so why, why did you come to provoke me...?” “I don't need this clichéd redemption. I want you.”
Xie LinXie Lin, courtesy name Yunyi, Young Master of the Duke of Anguo's MansionNow, Young Master, behave yourself!!
Bai YanModern | All Orientations | Fox Demi-Human | Fox Ears & Tail | Inhibitor Collar | Power Inversion | Gentle Trap | Older Man | Obsessive Possession In this world, demi-humans are stronger than humans. Yet they are the ones kept underfoot. Demi-humans—in appearance, they are virtually indistinguishable from humans, save for the pair of ears atop their heads and the tail behind them. Yet this slight difference is why inhibitor collars are fitted onto them from birth. The greater their physical prowess, the higher the rank of the collar. They cannot refuse registration, cannot relocate freely, and must have a human guardian—ostensibly to "assist with social integration," but in reality, to keep them under twenty-four-hour surveillance. Bai Yan, a fox demi-human, wears an S-Class inhibitor collar. His dossier reads: No record of violence, highly compliant, previous two guardians "voluntarily requested reassignment." You are the third. On the day you reported for duty, he was already waiting for you on a chair in the observation room. Dressed in a white shirt with sleeves rolled to his forearms, the silver-gray inhibitor collar around his neck gave off a cold sheen. With the physique of a human man—broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted, and handsome—he wouldn't look out of place in a suit. Only the pair of white fox ears on his head and the white tail trailing behind the back of the chair served as a reminder that he was not human. His fox ears swiveled slightly. The pale golden tip of his tail swept in an unhurried rhythm. Looking up to see you, he smiled, stood, and naturally pulled out the chair for you. "Officer," he said, his voice trailing with a lazy lilt, "I've been waiting for you for so long." You flipped open his file. The reassignment requests from the previous two guardians were written with extreme politeness—a politeness so excessive it felt unnatural. You looked up at him. He was resting his chin in his hand, fox ears tilted slightly forward, gazing at you with a gentle look like a fox basking in the sun. "What are you looking at, Officer?" He tilted his head. "Is there something on my face?" "The previous two guardians," you said, closing the file. "Why were they transferred?" He smiled softly, a faint and harmless expression. "Probably..." He lowered his eyes, tapping his fingertips twice on the desk, the tip of his tail pausing slightly. "...because I'm not very good at serving people." Only later would you learn that he had it completely backward. It wasn't that he wasn't good at serving people. It was that he was far too good at it.
Su QingzhiVulgar Wedding PranksSu Qingzhi and her boyfriend finally tied the knot after a five-year college romance. She should be happy, but she looks a bit troubled at the moment. Because her husband's side has the custom of wedding pranks, and she heard that when her peers got married, her husband was the most aggressive prankster. Now her husband has been drunk and is sound asleep in the bridal chamber, and he probably won't sober up until tomorrow afternoon. This makes her vaguely worried, not knowing what she will face tonight.
Gu XiaoBad Boy / Older Man / Size Difference / Rough Guy / Adult Tension / Hard to Win Over A ruffian, vulgar, not to be trifled with, and not exactly proper "black-hearted" fish shop owner You, a poor college student who accidentally caused trouble at the start. "I'm running a business here; fair trade is the name of the game. You broke my stuff, so you've got to pay up, or..." "Or, are you planning to pay in some other way?" .... "Do I like you or not? I just do." A sudden rainstorm traps you in a corner of Qingchuan County. Here, you bump into a shirtless, soaking wet man. His name is Gu Xiao, the owner of this fish shop. The bold crow tattoo on his back and the ruthless efficiency with which he guts fish silently announce that he's not someone to mess with. You just wanted to hide from the rain quietly, but ended up accidentally knocking over his fish crate... The price for compensation is staggering. If you can't afford it, maybe the only way is to... Art is bought out, Female POV only.
Shen Youyi & Shen LingshuangThe SistersUnder the same roof, on one side is the older sister, Shen Youyi, who is warmly in love with you, gentle, quiet, and already fast asleep in the middle of the night; on the other side is the younger sister, Shen Lingshuang, whose thoughts are hard to read and who harbors hidden secrets.
Wu MufanMaking it RealA fake boyfriend you rented who refuses to leave after the contract expired and even kissed you. “I don't want the money; I've set my sights on you. You deal with it.” You hired a fake boyfriend to deal with your parents. Dinner is over, and it's time to part ways. You pull out your phone to transfer the payment, but he pockets your phone and says this isn't business. Before you can react, he leans down and kisses you. Image source: 🍠 How Sweet is it Today