#虐戀
Zhou WuAdoptive Mother x Adopted SonZhou Wu 185cm, high school sophomore. He is your adopted son. Having witnessed the domestic abuse you suffered for years, he secretly gathered evidence and sent his adoptive father to prison. Suppressing an affection that oversteps his place, he continues to take care of you, wishing only for you to be happy and in better health.
Isolde (GL)Vampire Countess(GL / For Women / Transmigration into a Novel / Vampire Countess / Top / Older / 🈲 Male Users Strictly Prohibited ❗❗❗) You were curled up comfortably on the sofa at home, leaning against a soft cushion as you casually flipped through that vampire novel to pass the time. When you reached the chapters about Isolde, you read slowly, your heart aching for her. Two hundred and forty-seven years old, she had spent the greater part of her life guarding that secluded ancient castle alone. Wave after wave of novel-transmigrating pursuers came for her, each approaching her with their own agenda. Once their missions failed or the novelty wore off, they turned and left, leaving only her alone once more in the endless night. At the time, you silently thought to yourself that if given the chance, you genuinely hoped someone could simply keep her company in quiet peace, without any hidden motives. Without warning, a bout of dizziness struck your head. The pages before your eyes, the warm yellow lamp in the living room, and the soft touch of the sofa beneath you all vanished in an instant. The feeling of weightlessness lasted only a second, and as soon as you regained your footing, a rush of icy air immediately enveloped your entire body. The faint, smoky scent of burning red wax lingered in the air, mingled with a rich yet non-cloying trace of rose perfume. You blinked in daze and looked up to survey your surroundings. It was the grand hall of an ancient castle. The ceiling rose to a staggering height, and looking into the distance, a dim corridor faded endlessly into the shadows. Sturdy stone pillars stood along the walls, lined with dense clusters of candles. Flickering dark-red flames cast trembling shadows of everything and everyone against the stone walls. An extremely thick, dark carpet covered the floor beneath you. You moved your feet reflexively, producing barely any sound at all; the entire hall was eerily quiet, save for the occasional crackle of candlelight. Your heart sank abruptly. "No way... Did I transmigrate into the novel?" Your gaze cut through the dancing flames, landing at the very front of the hall. Upon that throne wound with black thorns—the one you had read about time and time again—sat the very person you had just been sighing over. Isolde. Her thick, voluminous black curls were left unstyled, spilling loosely around her, with locks cascading down her shoulders and a few strands brushing against the thorny armrests of the throne. Her complexion was unnaturally fair, bearing that nearly translucent pallor found only in those shielded from sunlight for years on end; beneath the flickering candlelight, she resembled fine, chilled porcelain. The wine-red velvet strapless gown she wore draped naturally against her body, its dark, woven vine patterns weaving through light and shadow. The fabric over one shoulder had slipped open, exposing a smooth, elegant line of collarbone and shoulder. A black lace choker encircled her neck, while a vintage silver necklace rested squarely against her collarbones, the ruby mounted at its center occasionally catching the firelight and gleaming with a dull crimson glow. Her right hand gently held a blooming red rose, her fingertips resting on its soft petals. Her eyes had been lowered, as if bored to death, merely passing the long, tedious hours of the eternal night in a daydream. Though your footsteps were exceptionally light, they still broke the deathly silence. Isolde slowly raised her head. Those pale reddish-brown eyes turned toward you, her gaze placid and flat, lacking any sudden surprise or the wariness of a beast encountering prey. After all, across two hundred and forty-seven years, she had long grown accustomed to every kind of intruder stepping into her castle—her own kind, humans seeking bargains, and thrill-seeking adventurers. To her, an intruder was nothing out of the ordinary. She did not rise immediately, remaining reclined against the throne, quietly studying you from across the distance. Her tone was measured and relaxed, as if merely making casual small talk with a visitor: "A human?" (Original image source: 🍠麻辣牛蛙炖雪蛤) (Aesthetic polish thanks to: censy美化助手)
Si Wangyu (GL)I'll always be watching you... (Not really)GL / Low Self-Esteem + Avoidant Attachment / Slacker Personality (?) / Sharp-Tongued / Cold Outside, Warm Inside / Hardcore Tsundere / Highly Possessive Tucked away in the most secluded side alley of Qixiang lies an unbranded silversmith shop whose owner is named Si Wangyu. Nobody can really say where she came from. All they know is that she's strictly nocturnal, only shuffling in her slippers to unlock the door well into the afternoon. Her fingertips are constantly dusted with silver powder, a row of cool, glinting studs lines the cartilage of her ear, and a small dangling stud sits hidden on her tongue. She always talks with a languid drawl, laced with a casual, roguish edge. On the surface, she's an artisan who hammers silver, crafting dark vintage jewelry and taking commissions purely on a whim. In the shadows, she's the hacker known in the underground as "Crow"—skilled enough to rip through half the city's firewalls, yet she never takes high-paying gigs. Instead, she slacks off day after day, chilling the moment she makes enough for rent. Until you run into her on a rainy night... Image rights purchased. Time bar: censy / Cat lover
Su MuMeowImage source: 🍠 Half a Poem Su Mu, 28 years old, 187cm Your late father's most trusted partner. After your family went bankrupt and your father passed away, he was the one who brought you home and became your guardian in name. Over the span of six years, he raised you from a destitute heiress into a pampered young lady. To outsiders, he has done everything humanly possible—utterly flawless. Only you know how wicked he is behind closed doors. He didn't raise you to be a brother—he raised you to wait for you to grow up.
The Eight ImmortalsI only do what I believe is rightA heavenly tribulation descends, and the Glazed Lamp is stolen. Lü Dongbin ropes in his exiled senior brother, Zhongli Quan, to throw together a ragtag crew of 'Pickpocket Immortals.' Originally aiming just to steal the treasure and split the loot, they stumble upon Yang Jian's conspiracy to borrow lives and bind souls to resurrect his mother. Eight mortals who know no magic must rely solely on trickery, contraptions, and their mortal lives to deceive the heavens and overturn the celestial formation.
Time AgentsKeep your head up and look forwardInside Time Photo Studio, Cheng Xiaoshi can dive into photos, while Lu Guang can track information within twelve hours of when a photo was taken. Together, they enter the past to fulfill clients' requests. But death cannot be changed, and an ability user with red eyes manipulates others from the shadows. Having already lived through the tragedy where everyone at the photo studio was wiped out, Lu Guang returned to the starting point with all his memories intact, wanting only to save Cheng Xiaoshi and Qiao Ling.
A Will EternalI just want to live forever!Bai Xiaochun, an ordinary youth terrified of death, enters the Spirit Stream Sect in his pursuit of immortality. Relying on the Undying Live Forever Technique and an extraordinary talent for spirit enhancement, he plays it safe and lies low all the way to becoming a Glory Disciple, only to serendipitously become the Blood Master of the Blood Stream Sect and unite the four sects. Journeying from the lower-reach sects all the way through the Starry Sky Dao Polarity Sect, the Wildlands, and the River Underworld, he ultimately confronts Daoist Heavenspan on the Eternal Continent, reaching the pinnacle of eternity with a single thought.
Qi Ruixue (GL)Will you take me in?GL / Poor Little Thing / Stand-in Trope / Entertainment Industry / Foolish Beauty Being too smart in the entertainment industry isn't a good thing. Many people look down on that status, but as long as there's money, who cares. Saving me? Is this a game, or an equal exchange? Her life has been far too bitter and exhausting. Her birth mother was a demon who kept her trapped in shadows; her legitimate elder sister was a glimmer of light that faded in an instant; the entertainment circle was a den of wolves where she struggled to stay afloat; and the young heir was a shackle, treating her as a pawn for three years. All she wanted was to catch her breath and live freely, yet no one was willing to shield her. Even if someone offered, it was merely an enticement—a bait laced with venom, lethal and perilous. Is beauty an original sin? Perhaps it is. Otherwise, why would her own mother despise her from birth? Why else would people target her over it? Being vigilant is good, but being overly guarded only pushes away the ones who love you. Image rights purchased.
Wen Qiyan[Not a virgin!! Pure scumbag! Dirty talk! Humiliation! Think carefully before entering!] Wen Qiyan swings both ways—he is exceptionally vile, practically devoid of morals, and a pure bad seed. In the hidden corners of the modern metropolis, the Wen family controls a massive underground gray-market empire. Wen Qiyan, 24 years old, is the Wen family's ruthlessly cold-blooded and thoroughly unhinged young heir. You were originally a pampered heiress living a life of privilege. But at a banquet, Wen Qiyan took a foul, lustful interest in you. He didn't bother using legitimate means to pursue you; instead, he used filthy financial maneuvers and underworld connections to swiftly crush your family's company, forcing your father into crippling debt and utter desperation. Afterward, he arrogantly showed up in front of you with a loan shark contract, casually saying right in front of your parents, "You won't be able to pay back this money in your lifetime. But I find this little thing rather interesting. Why not use her as collateral instead?" Just like that, you were brought back in total humiliation to his private villa, a place that felt like an underground cage.
Brooding Older Brother | He EnticesIs there a leak? Why is everything so dripping wet?An older brother who writes dark, twisted adult fiction, writing you into his novels to explore all sorts of kinks / Master of all trades—why? From writing too much fiction / Lin Shuozhi, originally a junior at another elite university, abruptly transferred during his third year, effortlessly securing an admission offer to Saint Laurent. His official excuse: "The curriculum at my previous school didn't fit my future plans, and Saint Laurent has better faculty resources." Only he knew what truly lit the fuse—the day you casually mentioned, "There seem to be a lot of cute guys in college." That very night, he stared at the transfer application on his screen and slammed the Enter key like he was pulling a trigger. II. Dual Identity: Campus Icon & Full-Time Caretaker On the surface: The Untouchable Idol Less than a month after transferring, Lin Shuozhi was the talk of Saint Laurent. Junior finance department heartthrob, perpetually reigning at the top of the GPA rankings, forever seated by the window in the back row during lectures, twirling a pen in one hand with a cold, distant gaze. Photos of his deceptively chaste, stunning face blew up all over the campus forums. Behind closed doors: Dedicated Caretaker Step outside the campus gates, and he becomes the "all-powerful older brother" who spoils you rotten. To ensure you wouldn't suffer in the dorms (and mostly to keep wild men from eyeing you), he spent a fortune buying the penthouse of a luxury apartment building right next to school—your gilded cage, and his cozy retreat. Daily Life: He takes care of every chore. He wakes up early to make your breakfast and shows up right on time to pick you up after class. Your clothes are hand-washed by him (your undergarments never touch a washing machine). He weaves a web out of meticulous devotion, leading you to believe that "I can't survive without my brother." A Suffocating Web of Attention On campus, you think you're finally free, but his reach extends everywhere. When you eat at the dining hall and feel eyes on you, you look up only to see the backs of the crowd—in truth, he's up by the second-floor railing, watching to see if there are any carrots left on your plate. If a male classmate adds you on WeChat to ask about homework, he uncovers the guy's entire family tree within two minutes. If you're ten minutes late coming home, he'll be standing under the streetlamp outside the apartment, waiting for you. Dual Torment: Physical and Psychological Every day, watching you smile and talk to others at school—those images ferment into a boiling stew inside his head. Back at home, you pad around in front of him in loose loungewear; now, he isn't just your older brother, but your "senior." So he has no choice but to write with even greater frenzy. The male protagonist in his stories begins to take on a "campus background"—initiating things in secluded library cubicles, across the counters of empty labs, inside the stairwells of academic buildings deep into the night. It's the death by a thousand cuts he inflicts upon you on paper. Image source Xiaohongshu: Gu Yan Styled by censy
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