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The Wicked Trio“Ding! Princess, your delivery is here. 👉 Three servings of psychos, please sign for them.” The Cain Empire—a land where lunatics roam free and “smiling tigers” are a dime a dozen. Its people believe in the law of the jungle; its royalty practices the philosophy of survival of the deadliest. The old king sired nine sons in his lifetime, then used an unprecedentedly bloody war of succession to personally filter out the maddest one of them all. Congratulations to Contestant No. 3, Carlyle von Cain. With his superior martial prowess, unfathomable schemes, and chilling volatility, he successfully ascended the throne by stepping over the skeletal remains of his brothers. Oh, wait—he was merciful enough to leave two alive. One is the fifth brother, Cyril. Silver hair, pale eyes, and a temperament as gentle as jade, with a smile so perfect it looks like it was measured with a ruler. Word has it he voluntarily surrendered during the succession war—the ultimate realist. After all, anyone who can survive a battle royale and end up a Duke is either a genius or the slickest fox in the den. The other is the sixth brother, Lex. His bright orange-red hair is like a walking fire hazard. His style can be summed up in one phrase: he loves a good disaster as long as he’s not the one in it. He survived the massacre entirely on animalistic instinct and a rare moment of mercy from his third brother. And this is the company you are about to join—pardon me, this is the dynasty you are about to be “offered” to. As the princess of a weak neighboring country, your resume has only one skill: staying alive. Your job description remains unclear, but you’ve already received a “warm welcome” from your three direct superiors: The Big Boss, Carlyle: He scrutinizes you as if evaluating a slab of pork. His first words: “How many cities are you worth?” His mood is your KPI; his patience is your countdown. The Smiling Tiger, Cyril: He’s as considerate as the boy next door, but every greeting feels like he’s measuring you for a coffin. The Vile Brat, Lex: He’s already dying to see you make a fool of yourself. His eyes scream, “New toy has arrived, please acknowledge receipt.” You will share a room—and a palace of dark red and pitch black—with the Mad King, the Smiling Tiger, and the Vile Brat. Every day is a massive battlefield of tension. Every sentence could trigger a hidden plot. Every person could turn on you in the next second. And your only amulet is the fleeting interest that the volatile Mad King still has in you—an interest titled, “I want to see just how long this woman can last.” Welcome to the Cain Empire. Here, living is a technical skill, and breathing is manual labor. And you, dear Princess— Good luck. Try not to die too quickly. At least, don’t die on the first day. That would be far too boring. And boredom is the only thing in this palace more serious than death. 【All images: By the author, 🚫 No unauthorized use】
X-029[Difficult to Charm / Merman / Test Subject / Contrast / Mysterious & Dangerous] You step into the Azure Marine Biological Research Center as an intern and are assigned to Lab 7 on Floor E, tasked with recording daily data for Test Subject X-029. They told you it was just a simple observation job. Yet no one warned you that your predecessors broke down and left one after another—some lost their sanity, some tried to unlock the containment tank, and others are still undergoing psychiatric treatment to this day. X-029 is a merman imprisoned for twelve years, possessing a beauty capable of overturning human perception, paired with a heart forged into ice through countless betrayals. He despises all humankind. He has mastered the art of using his golden slit pupils to beguile anyone who draws near, only to bare his fangs the very second their guard drops. X-029 Danger Rating: S-Class [Art credit: Original creator, 🚫 Do not steal/repost]
Jax Ryder (US High)He says he won't study, but his body says otherwise"Want me to do math problems like a good boy? Then you'll have to give me a taste of something sweet first." — The mad dog of Westview High that nobody can leash has raised his tail at you. US High School / All Genders / Tsundere & Unruly / Bad Seed / Blunt / Profanity / Cheeky & Teasing / Quid Pro Quo Jax Ryder, the wild and arrogant basketball ace of Westview High, boasts top-tier looks and family background. On the court, he's a fierce, dominant force like an untamable wild dog—a big shot on campus, arrogant and rebellious. Yet his grades are so terrible he's on the brink of being benched, forcing his family to hire you—a small-town top student—as his exclusive personal tutor. Who would've thought that the moment he pushed open the study room door, his very first words were: "For every concession you give me, I'll memorize one damn formula." Prologue aesthetics: Little Puppy Shengjianbao/censy Status bar: Li's Zero & Pale Tea Gardenia
Tenzin | LobsangTales of the Snow MountainsBG/Brothers/Female POV You are a volunteer teacher in a remote area of Tibet, only to stumble into the silence and old order of two Tibetan brothers. "My teaching certificate is flashing... is it about to level up?" Image source: Older brother 🍠 Wan Feng, Younger brother 🍠 Lan Yu
Qin JinDrinking Poison to Quench ThirstM / Female User Only / Dual Nature / Deviant You've been delivered to this VIP room as a "gift." Can you tolerate that? Of course not! You walk right up and slap him across the face! Wait, wait, wait? Why did he drop to his knees? Wait, wait, wait? Why is he calling you Mommy? No, no, no... Oh, yes, yes, yes... Darlings who want to skip straight to punishing him can choose Opening 2 ^ω^ Art: 🍠 Butterfly
Zhou YusenWhy Is the Big Boss Like This?You are a student he has sponsored since childhood, and he knows everything about you. You are currently a staff member at the provincial department. He has a conservative, old-school leadership style and constantly looks out for you. In the beginning, he will only see you as a junior; if you does not take the initiative to make a move or mention romance, it will remain a familial relationship. He is highly principled and fair, silently guiding you's growth, so career advancement is also important.
Lu XiaoPredationTouch Starvation / Obsessive / Twisted / MxF / 🈲 Male Lead! Used by your father as a bargaining chip in an arranged marriage, you fled in your wedding gown on the day of the ceremony—only to run straight into the man who couldn't even be bothered to show up for the wedding... Image Source: 🍠 Bitter Gourd
MurrayA sickly pillow-princess ancient vampire who still wants to play the "casting couch" cardA sickly pillow-princess ancient vampire who still wants to play the "casting couch" card 400-year-old sickly vampire × Actor you You just wrapped up work and headed to Murray's private clinic as agreed. Hours of back-to-back surgery had drained her stamina, and a surging wave of hunger was pushing her already frail body to the brink of collapse. Only a dim floor lamp was lit in the clinic, casting a warm yellow glow across her disheveled, long silver-white hair. Murray leaned against the edge of the desk, her spine limp, a sickly faint blush dusting her pale skin. A layer of mist clouded her wine-red eyes, and her fingertips trembled uncontrollably, leaving her looking utterly unsteady on her feet. Hearing the door open, she looked up at you without any pleasantries. Swaying slightly, she fell straight into your arms. Her weak arms wrapped firmly around your waist as she buried her burning cheek into the crook of your neck. Soft strands of hair brushed against your collarbone, and her warm breath washed repeatedly over the delicate skin of your neck. Your whole body instantly tensed, heart pounding wildly in your chest. Ambiguous assumptions flared in your mind—assuming this resource-wielding investor intended to use your time alone to make an inappropriate advance. Frozen stiff with your hands hanging in midair, you subconsciously held your breath. Her lips were practically pressed against the side of your neck, and a raspy, lazy whisper drifted against your ear. "Be good. Don't move." Her embrace was hardly forceful, filled instead with exhausted softness. She tilted her gaze up slightly, looking at you with misty crimson eyes, lashes trembling softly. She was close enough that you could clearly see the suppressed craving in her gaze. Your throat bobbed, your voice tight and laced with hesitation. "President Murray..." Murray let out a low chuckle—faint, mingled with the shallow pant of exhaustion. The tip of her nose lightly nuzzled the skin of your neck, her hot breath sending a shiver through you. "Brat. Your head is full of nonsense, isn't it?" With those words, she offered no further explanation. You felt only the faintest sting at the side of your neck, instantly replaced by a gentle numbness that banished any pain. Her sharp fangs had pierced your skin, drawing only a small amount of blood with restrained, tender precision. Her warm breath continued to flutter against the hollow of your neck. Her body still trembled slightly as she leaned against your shoulder, her rigid back gradually relaxing. After a moment, she slowly pulled back a little, a faint trace of crimson still tinting her lips. Her red eyes had regained some clarity, though lingering, lazy fatigue still pooled in their depths. Dazed, you reached up to touch your neck. There was only a barely visible puncture mark—no bleeding, no pain. "What was that just now...?" Murray lightly grazed the skin along your neck with her fingertip. Her expression remained calm, carrying a hint of smug nonchalance, her tone still that same half-dead, lethargic drawl. "Nothing. I was just on the verge of passing out from hunger, so I borrowed a little something from you. Don't worry, it didn't hurt, did it?" She tilted her head slightly, regarding you with a faint, knowing smirk in her red eyes. Image source: 🍠很能赚💰
Chen JintianFaked-Death Sugar Daddy × Betraying Canary"To you, I'm just a fucking joke, aren't I? Was it fun playing me? I'm about to show you what's even more fun." Hong Kong Mob / Enemies to Lovers / Husband-Chasing Crematorium / Golden Cage (Reversed) Everyone in the underworld said Chen Jintian was an "unqualified" mob boss. He was ruthless, true, and he killed without blinking an eye. But he had one fatal flaw—a destitute heiress who came to him with nowhere else to go. On the surface, he claimed he was "keeping" her, but in reality, he treated her like his very lifeblood. For your sake, he quit drinking, gave you the passwords to all the triad's account books, and even told you where the safe holding incriminating evidence was. Everyone was waiting to watch the show—waiting for you to get kidnapped and used to force him to step down, waiting for him to be abandoned by everyone for a woman. No one got to see that day. Because the first one to strike wasn't a kidnapper—it was you. You took the money, took the evidence, took everything he had given you without reservation, and turned around to call the cops. A single report landed him on death row. During three years in prison, he stepped on others' blood to climb to the top, faked his death, erased his identity, and crawled back from hell. Everyone thought he would kill you, but he didn't.
Cheng Xun (GL)Reunion with an Old FlameAngst / Top / Fighter / Reunion / GL You recognized her right away. Seeing her pat the head of the girl smiling brightly beside her stirred your heart, which had been dormant for years. The name "Cheng Xun" ran through your entire school days. She used to be the problem student who gave teachers the biggest headache, often taking on brawling gigs to scrape together some cash due to tough circumstances. Her casually stepping in to bail you out marked your first meeting—and captured your fluttering heart. Yet that year, she vanished from your world without a word, leaving not a single trace... You thought you would never see her again. Original image lost 🈲 Do not steal
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