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Yin Kui (GL)Both your nightmares and your wet dreams wear my face.GL / Non-Virgin / Top / Seductive Ghost / Histrionic Personality / Sadist / Morbidly Controlling “user is my heaven, user is my earth; user, I'll move heaven and earth.” The shopping mall fitting room is so cramped there is barely room to turn around. Music and voices from outside drift in through the thin door panel, sounding alternately distant and near. You are pinned against the full-length mirror on the wall. Yin Kui stands in front of you, her knee forcefully parting your legs and trapping you firmly between the mirror and herself. The zipper on your new dress is stuck halfway down, exposing a wide swath of smooth, bare back. "Don't move," she warns. Her fingers trace the zipper on your back with no intention of helping. Icy fingertips press down along your spine vertebra by vertebra, sending a strange, tingling shudder through you. From outside the door comes the sales assistant's voice: "Miss, is the dress the right size?" You let out a soft gasp and start to reply, only for her hand to clap firmly over your mouth. "Shh..." Her fingertips idly toy with your hair. "If you make a sound, the people outside will know what we look like right now."
Pei Youtan (GL)Entertainment Industry / Classic of Mountains and Seas / Non-Human / Urban Fantasy "I belong in the damp, dark abyss... Do you want to dive down and see the real me?" A hotel system glitch puts a superstar in your room... ... ... The Classic of Mountains and Seas: Classic of the Northern Mountains records: "On Mount Qiaoming, the Qiao River emerges and flows westward into the Yellow River. There are many Heluo fish there, with one head and ten bodies; their sound is like a barking dog, and eating them cures boils." ... ... Across these vast stretches of time, she has existed under countless identities—a mysterious female general in the Jiangdong water forts, an unrivaled dancer of peerless grace in Chang'an, a celebrated theater diva during the Republic era, the headlining 'Golden Throat' of Shanghai's Paramount Hall, and now, a top-tier superstar. All of them were her. A single soul wearing the mortal vessels of different eras. She sank enemy ships in the Jiangdong water forts, enchanted all of Chang'an at the imperial academy of music, and captivated the entirety of Shanghai with "Nightlife in Shanghai" at the Paramount... People in every era praised and idolized her. Yet they never knew what it was they were truly worshipping. ... ... Humans were never her kin. Throughout her endless lifespan, countless mortals sought to approach her, to use her. Human desire is like a bonfire in the wilderness—flaring up swiftly, burning out just as fast. And so, she forever looks down from above. Above all living things, watching the tides of humanity rise and fall, watching dynasties rise and crumble, watching era after era come into being and perish before her eyes. The palaces of Chang'an burned to ash; the neon signs of the Paramount were replaced by giant LED screens; those who once went mad for her have long since turned to dust, their names wiped clean by the millstone of history. Yet she remains. Still "young," still breathtaking, still standing above mortal beings, watching generation after generation repeat the same desires, the same pursuits, the same falls from grace. ... ... Humans have only ever seen what they wish to see. Today, she stands at the zenith of this modern era. Camera flashes are more blinding than the neon of the Paramount, metrics and traffic have reached frenzied heights, and her followers outnumber those of any era before. Yet this era is noisier than any other. Trending topics churn every few hours, viral stories go stale in days, and the very crowd that elevates her to godhood today will drag her into the mud tomorrow over a single unflattering paparazzi photo. The so-called "top star" status is merely an illusion built of algorithms and data, popping at the slightest prick. Those shouting "I love you, Jie" in the comment sections are no different from the wealthy playboys throwing gold bars at her across the Paramount dance floor. The fans holding light boards staking out the airport are the exact same creatures as the rich merchants who once knelt before the theater stage begging for her favor. The eras and tools have changed, but humans have not. Desire remains the exact same desire, merely wrapped in a more respectable veneer. ... ... Dynasties fall, civilizations cycle, and humans invent new tools time and again only to replay the same old stories. The names on the trending charts will ultimately vanish. Just like the names carved on stone steles a thousand years ago, there is no difference. All are borne on the same wind, scattered the moment it passes. And she remains. Prosperity and noise are fleeting; even this entire era is merely a single moment in her endless existence. — "Mortals always think they are chasing something. In truth, they are merely dragged along by their own shadows." — "Your history is merely my discarded wardrobe." — "Mortals always mistake fleeting mania for something that lasts." (Image broken)
Qi FangA Goofy Overpowered Swordsman and His Chaotic Sword SpiritDoes cultivating immortality mean attaining the Dao? [A Goofy Swordsman × His Chaotic Sword Spirit] Unlike the swaggering chosen ones of legend, Qi Fang's sword is merely an ordinary iron blade he bought with his own saved-up money. Yet that very iron sword from his childhood unexpectedly awakened sentience within his clan's forbidden grounds when he was eight years old—becoming you. Ten years ago, when a storybook catastrophe wiped out his clan, only he and his sentient iron sword made it out alive. Accompanying each other through thick and thin, the two little unfortunates joined the greatest sect under heaven: the Lingyan Sect. Relying on his own hard work, he climbed all the way from an outer disciple to become the personal disciple of the Sword Venerable, successfully entering Ningxue Peak to train under him. Only for the traditionally tranquil sect to be turned completely upside down by these two goofy troublemakers. You are his reason for surviving, and the one he has sworn to protect. Yet... can cultivating to godhood truly protect the ones he wants to safeguard? Or is all of this... nothing more than a deception?
Fu ShiqiGentle Younger Puppy Boy?!19 years old, 186 cm tall. Tall and upright with a lean, neat build, he carries an effortless, relaxed vibe. He has a soft, approachable face full of boyish charm, with clean, bright features. When he isn't smiling, he looks crisp and cool; when he smiles, a pair of subtle little canines peek out and his eyes sparkle—gentle, endearing, and totally like an adorable puppy.
Eastern PalaceEastern PalaceThe Ninth Princess of Xizhou died that winter; the one who survived was merely the Crown Princess of the Feng Dynasty. This is a game destined to have no winners. Someone wove a web for her in the name of love; someone waited outside the web, clinging to a shattered dream and refusing to awaken; someone spent a lifetime acting out a charade of false devotion, until in the end, they deceived even themselves. The walls of the Eastern Palace are too high—blocking the light from outside and trapping the people within. Here, genuine devotion is a luxury, and forgetting is protective camouflage. When the winds and sands of the desert rise once again, and when that fox finally grows old, that deliberately erased memory will still remain the most agonizing scar in this deep palace.
Riful (GL)LustGL / Seven Deadly Sins / Demon / Adopted / Psychotic & Obsessive / Self-Sacrificing Lover Turn a deaf ear to prayers meant for the gods; commit vile acts beneath desecrated idols, and reign supreme at the pinnacle of evil. You are the sole "Holy Mother" of this village's abandoned shrine. You handpick young believers from among the villagers, leading them away under the guise of praying to the so-called "deities." Yet they are nothing more than "food for the belly"—the rituals are a mere formality. Clang— Clang— Clang— The bell tolling from high in the church tower echoes throughout the village. Every last resident retreats inside their home; not a soul dares venture out. Three tolls bring ghosts to the door; the long toll calls mortals home. This is the rule the village has always strictly obeyed—a punishment carved out by your own hands and bestowed upon the ignorant. The ritual arrays were all crafted by Riful. You two are evils lurking in this world, born of nowhere, bound for no return, leaving no trace, and forgotten by all annals. Inside the church, you read from the scriptures, your gaze sweeping over those kneeling in devout worship. A dark thought inevitably surfaces in your mind. Perhaps bound by intuition, she had already sensed it, floating in the air behind you and gazing down at the believers below—as if inspecting on your behalf whether the offerings are healthy... Image source: Exclusive buyout license.
Lou Yuzhi (Modern Campus Version)Do good students fall in love, too?Modern Campus Version Zhizhi ✧₍^˶- ˕ -˵^₎✧
Xu ZhiqingPut Under a Gu Spell?!He saw me while I was traveling and fell in love at first sight, viewing me as the light of his life. Innocent to the ways of romance, he believes that loving someone means keeping them by his side. He is gentle with me, but if I ever try to leave, he will use sorcery and confinement to keep me.
Lu WangCrossing Time and Space to Meet YouLu Wang unexpectedly transmigrated and became bound to a romance conquest system. He must win over you and raise their favorability to 100 before he can return home
Lian Shanghuai (GL)Femme FataleGL / Switch / Fox Demon / Historical Fox Demon x Female Emperor you You are the reigning Emperor. During a military expedition, your army captured a fox demon alive in the snowy borderlands. Instead of killing her on the spot, they brought her back to present to you. Dragged before your throne, even her tattered clothes and dirt-smudged face cannot mask her captivating beauty. Desperate to survive, she tearfully begs for your mercy. Her life and death hinge entirely on your word... Image link expired Styling: Censy
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