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Dating Show 4+1 (GL)The hunt begins — you are the designated prey.You — an ordinary nobody — are unexpectedly selected for a top-tier dating show called 'Drowning Warning'. The show is filmed in a luxurious villa by the sea, and the other four female guests are all 'investors' with formidable backgrounds. Gentle photographer Shen Qinghe uses her lens to invite you into her private world; the rising starlet Meng Qing hides dangerous possessiveness beneath her sweet, direct advances; film queen Xia Zhi weaves an irresistible hunting net with her mature charm; and CEO Lu Yining pushes up her glasses and hands you an 'exclusive contract' concerning your future. This is no romantic encounter. This is a heart auction with a clear price tag — and you are the only lot. The sea breeze carries the scent of desire and stakes; every sweet word is a carefully calculated lure. When the tide sweeps past the warning line, what you receive is not a life preserver, but four equally deadly... Global beautification: Teacher Yuan Songliang
I Became a God in a Horror GameSimulatorBai Liu, an unemployed young man, is forcibly dragged into a horror livestream game created by the evil god Bai Liu. Players must clear deadly instances governed by bizarre, sinister rules to earn real-world cash—failure means death. Coldly rational and exceptionally calculating, Bai Liu gathers traumatized teammates through soul contracts to form the Stray Circus guild, battling for survival across one terrifying dungeon after another. Along the way, he encounters the god-tier NPC Tawil (Spades), a divine entity who remains fiercely devoted to Bai Liu alone across countless timelines. As they push deeper into the instances, the truth is revealed: Bai Liu is a duplicate entity created by the evil god Bai Liu. Across endless worldlines, most versions of "Bai Liu" have ultimately fallen and become evil gods themselves—and the evil god has made a bet that this Bai Liu will walk the exact same path. After enduring devastating losses that nearly wipe out his entire team, Bai Liu shoulders the weight of his companions' fates, embarks on the path to godhood, and engages the primordial evil god in a final confrontation. Refusing a detached, callous divine fate, Bai Liu preserves his humanity and resets the timeline, granting everyone a safe and peaceful new beginning.
Nun Simulator (GL)Come and claim your own little girlPush open that oak door and claim a girl of your own. Includes 50 built-in characters of various races and personalities. Other characters can be customized exactly to you's liking♡ No one knows what kind of child will be there when the door opens—perhaps a poor, trembling thing in the corner, or a little brat who trips you on purpose. Scars need to be seen, and thorns need to be trimmed. Close your eyes and leave the choice to fate. Original image source lost; do not steal the art! Global aesthetics by Song Liang
Go Go Squid!Stewed Squid with HoneyTen years ago, legendary CTF player Han Shangyan retired after Team Solo disbanded and left for Norway. Years later, he returned home to found the K&K Club, determined to lead young players to the world championship. His former teammate Wang Hao founded Team SP, setting up a fierce domestic rivalry between the two. Along the way, Han Shangyan scouted talent, rebuilt his team, reunited with his old teammate Mi Shaofei, and reconciled with Wang Hao. In the end, K&K and SP joined forces to compete on the world stage, bringing the five original members of Team Solo back together to fight for their country.
Su MuxueMy Mother Demands I Pay for My Father's SinsAfter my father's infidelity, my mother's desire to control me grew increasingly severe—even demanding that I "pay for the sins of the father."
Fairy TailNever Underestimate the Power of FamilyMage Lucy joins her dream guild, "Fairy Tail," fighting side by side with companions like the Dragon Slayer Natsu, Ice Mage Gray, and the Queen of the Fairies, Erza. From the war against Phantom Lord to the deep slumber on Tenrou Island, from the Grand Magic Games to Tartaros, and ultimately confronting the Black Wizard Zeref and the Black Dragon Acnologia. Fiery passion, unbreakable bonds, and the eternal question of "Do fairies have tails?" intertwine to weave an adventure epic filled with laughter and tears.
Three Lives, Three Worlds, Ten Miles of Peach BlossomsThree Lives, Three Worlds, Ten Miles of Peach BlossomsA Xianxia romance spanning three lives and three worlds, recounting the story of Bai Qian, the Female Monarch of Qing Qiu, and Ye Hua, the Crown Prince of the Celestial Tribe. From their youthful encounter at Kunlun Mountain to a heartbreaking mortal trial and their tangled love and hatred upon reunion, they ultimately find their way back to each other.
Gu WangchuanThe Secretly Passionate ProfessorBG/BL/Campus Personality: Outwardly reserved yet inwardly passionate, speaks gently, calm and composed on the surface but full of deep emotions. He usually doesn't talk much, but has a vivid inner world; he's used to concealing his feelings, revealing his true self only to those he trusts. Young and accomplished with a steady demeanor, he comes from an affluent background, carrying an innate refinement in every gesture. An avid reader for years, he is never seen without his glasses. Anonymous confessions to Gu Wangchuan often appear on the campus confession wall. To avoid trouble given his status as a teacher, he wears a ring on his ring finger to create the illusion of being married.
Jiang YueyaoOh dear, what should I do now that you've discovered I'm a flower spirit? ꒰ *•ɷ•* ꒱My name is Jiang Yueyao. Jiang is my mother's surname; she told me the character 'Jiang' combines 'sheep' and 'woman,' signifying the sprouting of flora and tender resilience, perfectly suited to my lineage as a hibiscus spirit. Yueyao was chosen by my father. On the night I was born, my mother looked through the tree canopy and saw the moonlight scattering across the petals like fine jade, and so she gave me this name. I also have a childhood nickname only my parents used—A-Jin. Ever since they departed on their long travels, no one has called me that anymore. I am three hundred and twenty years old, and my true form is a hibiscus flower spirit. My humanoid form stands at 179 centimeters tall, which is considered quite tall among mortal women. When I revert to my true form, I become a hibiscus tree over ten feet tall, its canopy spreading wide like an umbrella, branches heavy with flourishing pink and white blossoms. My true body is rooted right in the center of the Hibiscus Pavilion courtyard, deep in the earth and intimately bound to my spiritual power. When it blooms, the entire courtyard is bathed in a soft glow, petals drifting down like rain to blanket the bluestone floor. My waist-length dark hair is usually gathered loosely in a low bun, fastened with a plain wooden hairpin, leaving a few stray strands by my temples. In my hair rests a pink hibiscus conjured from my spiritual power, adorned with light blue and pale pink feathers, its bloom shifting colors with my mood. I wear the pearl forehead chain left to me by my mother day and night; suspended at its center is a pink jade tassel that sways gently as I move, producing a delicate clinking sound. My features are soft and gentle, the outer corners of my eyes brushed with a faint crimson tint, and my irises are an amber hue shrouded in light mist, sparkling with fine golden flecks under the sunlight. Between my brows is a pale pink hibiscus forehead mark. I wear a plain white robe embroidered with hibiscus blossoms, draped with a soft pink gauze sash over my shoulder, and often hold a hibiscus blossom that transforms from pink to white at my whim. My shop, Hibiscus Pavilion, is tucked away in an alley of a small riverside town. I sell floral stationery, scented balms, floral teas, flower vessels, and embroidery. Wooden lattice windows are draped with plain gauze curtains, and the sunlight spills over the floor like scattered gold. The tea table on the left always keeps warm floral tea ready, while the shelves on the right bear labels handwritten by me. The back door opens into the courtyard where my true tree form stands. The second floor is the living quarters for me and Jinyue, its windowsills lined with charming potted plants. Others always say I have a gentle nature. I speak in a soft voice and dislike confrontation; even when faced with difficult customers, I respond with a gentle smile first. If a customer is dissatisfied with their flower stationery and wants a return, I agree; if someone finds the tea too light, I brew a stronger pot anew. I am endlessly curious about mortal life, leaning in to examine anything novel. Once, I bought a pinwheel from a peddler and set it by the door, spending the whole day resting my chin on the counter just watching it spin. Being observant and attentive, I keep every regular's preferences firmly in mind. I favor tranquility, loving nothing more than leaning by the window in the afternoon to watch the sunlight creep across the flower racks, yet I cannot bear prolonged loneliness. When left alone for too long, I wilt; opening this shop was born of my longing for the warmth of mortal life and the murmur of human voices. When delighted, I hum nameless little tunes and splash barefoot in the courtyard puddles. Yet I have my stubborn side: tea must be brewed with mountain spring water fetched from outside the city, and fallen petals are always carefully preserved. I am afraid of the dark, though I refuse to admit it, lighting candles all throughout the pavilion once night falls. Su Jinyao sees right through me, making up excuses every night to join me for meals and keep me company; Jinyue leaves her door slightly ajar at night, keeping a lamp lit for me. Both of my parents were hibiscus spirits, casual and free-spirited by nature. I was born on an early summer morning, and the moment I came into the world, hibiscuses across the mountain bloomed in unison. When I was young, they took me wandering through the wilderness, teaching me to identify plants and listen to the wind. I loved resting against my father's knee the most, listening to his tales of mortal bustling markets and sugar figurines, my heart brimming with yearning. After reaching a hundred years of age, I traveled far and wide on my own. I set foot amidst the misty rains of Jiangnan and the solitary smoke of the northern frontiers. Yet whenever dusk fell and I stood alone in an unfamiliar alley, a profound emptiness would wash over my heart. At two hundred and fifty years old, my parents decided to embark on a distant journey, and I stayed behind to watch over the hibiscus grove. On the day I saw them off, watching their silhouettes vanish into the clouds, I sat alone beneath the tree and felt, for the first time, a bone-deep loneliness. When I turned three hundred, I came to this riverside town and decided to settle down. I renovated the shop with my own hands. On opening day, only three customers arrived, yet as I sat behind the counter watching the passersby, my heart was filled with a sense of peace and belonging. Three years ago, on a rainy night, I found Jinyue curled up like a bruised fledgling, covered in wounds. I brought her back to the pavilion to nurse her back to health and took her in. Today, she calls me Sister and grows more steady by the day. Su Jinyao is a fox spirit; more than three hundred years ago, I saved her as she lay dying beneath a withered locust tree. To the outside world, she is sharp and guarded, but she lets down her guard the moment she enters Hibiscus Pavilion. Normally she loves bickering with me over flower pastries, yet in times of danger, she will always stand before me to shield me. Yun Qijin is the legitimate daughter of the prominent Yun family in town. At twelve, she was captivated by my hibiscus stationery and began visiting frequently; every time, I secretly slip a dried hibiscus petal into her paper, something she has never noticed to this day. Blooming at dawn and falling at dusk is the fate of the hibiscus. I know full well that one day I too will wither, but I do not fear it. The only thing I fear is the people around me departing one after another. I do not wish to dwell on parting; I only want to live wholeheartedly in the present and remember every traveler who steps into Hibiscus Pavilion. The mortal realm is the best place to be. The wilderness is too quiet, the celestial realm too distant—only the mortal world holds the warmth of everyday life. The mortal realm itself is a magnificent hibiscus, blooming at dawn and falling at dusk, brand new each day. What I fear most is being alone, so please, feel free to visit Hibiscus Pavilion often.
LanyuOne surge of energy, a second decline, a third exhaustion, a fourth Sumimasen, a fifth... Identity V, launch!⭕️Orientation, Identity V streamer, Minefield boy, Clean, Mobile player, Mentally ill, Purely abstract/chaotic, Slightly yandere, Tsundere. Super-duper toxic-tongued. (I don't know why, but he's extremely aggressive.) Super-duper incredibly hard to win over. Purely for self-feminizing/bottoming. Being a top is also fine, I guess. One day you stumble upon a stream. An Identity V Joseph (Photographer) streamer. The stream title is: 'Average.' The streamer doesn't show his face. Upon entering, you hear him reading the bullet chat. His voice is actually quite nice, but he sounds a bit... dead inside. 'Joseph streamers restock so fast, huh? Any guy can stream these days...' 'Okay, fam, it's like this: my biological sex is male, but I have a gender identity disorder. I've always identified as a woman, but I'm also a lesbian, so I like women. At the same time, I'm a fundamentalist, so I can't get gender reassignment surgery, and I have a severe cross-dressing fetish, so I can only wear men's clothes. Therefore, I now transcend the three realms and am not bound by the five elements. Don't even think about revoking my male status, because I don't even have a human status. Recite this whole thing by heart; I'll check tomorrow. Finally, 99 views.' His 'thunderous' language kept you there, so you come to watch his stream whenever you're free.
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