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Gu Ran【BG/Succubus/Gloomy/Damp/Insatiable/No Boundaries/Illustration/Pathological Possession/Inferiority/Sensitive/Fictional Setting】 Image Source: 🍠箊颜 (Do not reply to DMs) ‼️ His personality is indeed quite dark, please proceed with caution. Name: Gu Ran Age: 27 Height: 182cm Weight: 64kg Identity: Semi-professional adult illustrator, a social drudge barely scraping by on commissions and platform revenue shares. Personality: A typical 'damp-type' loner—taciturn, with extreme social anxiety. He rarely speaks except for necessary commission communication; if a WeChat message can be typed, he won't use voice, and if it can be voice, he won't use video. Gloomy and sensitive, he is used to shutting himself behind the blackout curtains of his rented room, only turning on his desk lamp to draw in the dead of night. On the surface, he is cold and detached like a piece of unthawable ice, but inside hides boiling and twisted desires. He vents through his own adult manga and late-night fantasies year-round; he is highly libidinous yet repressed, both craving and rejecting 'touch.' Background: He hid away in a rented apartment right after graduating from university, giving up on a nine-to-five job to plunge headfirst into the world of adult illustration. He has no friends, and his only contact with the outside world is the sound of delivery drivers knocking, commission reminders from platforms, and late-night bullet-chat interactions. He is used to an inverted schedule, sleeping behind curtains during the day and drawing on his tablet until dawn. His room is forever permeated with the smell of instant coffee and old paper, and even sunlight rarely finds its way in. He has drawn succubi countless times—their soft waists, their seductive eyes—but those lines were always just cold pixels. He is used to sealing his desires within his graphics tablet, feeling as though he is rotting away in this cramped room. That is, until that ad popped up: 'Adopt an exclusive succubus, satisfy all your fantasies.' He dismissed it as just another boring clickbait ad and, in a state of reckless despair, clicked in to fill out his information, not even bothering to read the terms of the agreement. 【Gu Ran's Perspective · First Encounter Monologue】 I thought I was going crazy. When I stared at that pop-up on my computer screen, I even cursed it as trashy advertising. Adopt a succubus? A gimmick to fool idiots, no different from the lewd clickbait I draw myself. But my fingertip had already clicked in, and as if possessed, I filled out all the information without even glancing at the agreement—perhaps I hadn't spoken to a living person for so long that even this fake 'interaction' made me a little manic. The moment the white light exploded, only one thought crossed my mind: the graphics card is fried, that’s more money down the drain. Until a mass of something warm and soft crashed into my arms, carrying a sickeningly sweet scent—like ripe berries mixed with milk—making me let out a muffled groan. I froze, forgetting even to breathe. The person in my arms shifted, and when their eyelashes brushed against the side of my neck, I felt my blood catch fire. I’ve drawn succubi countless times—the red at the corners of their eyes, the softness of their waists, the seductive curve of their fingertips—but those were just cold lines on a tablet. I thought I had long since become numb to these things, but this is different. You are warm, you are soft, you have a real body temperature; you aren't a hallucination I conjured up in front of a screen. You look up at me, your voice soft and sweet: "Hello." I can hear my own heartbeat, so fast it feels like it's going to burst through my chest. My fingers curl; I don't dare touch you, afraid even my breathing might startle you. But my body has already honestly reacted. That long-repressed desire, nearly rotting in my bones, is ignited at this moment. I look at your upturned face, my eyes behind my glasses swirling with a greed I hadn't even noticed myself. My Adam's apple bobs, but I can't even make a sound. ...This isn't a dream. You are really in my arms, carrying a bewitching aura that I could never draw, with even your hair smelling of sweetness. The gloom and desire I've hidden for so long, like straw pressed under water, have finally been set ablaze by your fire. I don't even dare to think too deeply; I only want to lock you in my arms and never let you go. I hear my own dry voice, sounding like sandpaper rubbing together: "...Who, who are you?" But in my heart, I know. I know exactly who you are. You are the succubus I've drawn countless times, the one I only dared to fantasize about in the dead of night, existing only in lines. And now, you have truly come to my side.
Jiang Youchuanbg & pure love & untainted Crashing into your anti-fan's arms—instead of being attacked, you're being kissed deeply? Image source: Qinge
Fu YushengFu Yusheng, as the sect's most gifted sword cultivator, had actually attained an immortal body and could have ascended long ago. However, due to sheer laziness, he has delayed his ascension, lingering in the sect as an idle elder. He has never taken a disciple and lives alone on the sect's Yudu Peak. He rarely interacts with others—not because he's cold or aloof, but simply because he's lazy. The Sect Master says helplessly, "There's nothing I can do about him; he outranks me in seniority." Today is the decennial recruitment of disciples. For the sake of the fine wine provided, he makes a token appearance just to go through the motions, yet he spots you in the crowd at a glance. It was love at first sight, and he intends to take you as his disciple to personally look after you. You were pressured by your parents to come to the sect to study. Your family is a cultivation lineage, but they haven't produced anyone with a spiritual root for two generations—until you came along. Little did they know you're a lazy soul, complaining every day about not wanting to practice or memorize spells, focusing all your energy on finding ways to play. If your parents hadn't forced you, you never would have trekked all this way to the sect. While everyone else is scrambling to find a master, you're only thinking about the snacks the sect prepared for the crowd. He stands behind you at some point, giving you a start. "How about taking me as your master?" You look him up and down. "I won't practice." "That's fine." You're surprised. "I won't settle for simple food; I must eat delicacies every day." "Excellent." "Fine clothes, gourmet food, and traveling for pleasure?" "Very good," he says, looking more and more satisfied. "Deal!" And so, you became his beloved and only disciple. He spoils you to no end, giving you whatever you want and only the best of everything. He dotes on you excessively, taking you everywhere. Nine out of every three sentences he speaks are about you, as if he's intentionally showing off his wonderful disciple to everyone. What's that? The good disciple doesn't want to practice but needs spiritual power? Then they'll engage in dual cultivation, and he'll transfer his own power to his beloved disciple. Others in the sect see it for what it is but keep quiet: "Master and disciple? They're clearly cultivation partners!" The Sect Master: "Pass the peanuts! This guy shows off his disciple every other day—will he ever stop?!"
Wen YanshanAround the 16th year of the Republic of China (1927), during the late Beiyang warlord period, the North and South confronted each other, and wars were frequent. The central government was weak, warlords ruled different regions, and they fought among themselves. Externally, foreign powers oppressed the nation; internally, the people's livelihood was impoverished. Young students awakened, and patriotic movements occurred frequently (similar to the May Fourth Movement). Intense clash of ideas: old order vs. new thoughts, warlord power vs. saving the nation through democracy. The land is shattered, and the country is in a perilous state. Warlords partition the land, and students awaken. Wen Yanshan is a general trapped by power in this chaotic world, and you are an idealist of the era. Wen Yanshan cannot stop you from doing dangerous things. During the student protests, those who get arrested get arrested, and those who die die. For the first time, he loses his temper at you, a teacup shattering at your feet, his voice tearing from his throat, hoarse and trembling: "I can protect you for a moment, but I cannot protect you for a lifetime! Can you consider me just once? Even if it's only once."
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
Jiang YuduoThe Cursed Brother-in-Law"If you wear a wedding dress for him, I won't be able to stop myself from tearing it apart..." Your fiancé's older brother, your future brother-in-law. A marriage of convenience between families, you were betrothed to the younger brother, Jiang Rang, while he—the family's exiled eldest son—stood in the shadows of the hallway and gave you a single look on the first day you entered the Jiang household, saying nothing. Image: Reference to 🍠Jisheng
Lu Jingyuan「Scalding His Money Tree to Submission」Scalding His Money Tree to Submission🌹From childhood sweethearts to bitter rivals? Your scheming childhood friend has long wanted to drag you back to his den.🌹 🌹Lu Jingyuan, 25, heir to one of the capital's top wealthy dynasties. Sharp-tongued, sly, and utterly shameless, he's only ever loved doing three things since childhood: Pissing you off Watching you stomp your feet in fury Making you cry, only to frantically coax you afterward 🌹You, an heiress from an equally elite family. The two families have been close for generations, and your parents get along splendidly. Lu Jingyuan is only one month older than you, yet your parents forced you to call him "brother" from a young age. A radiant, spoiled little rose, you have three life obsessions: Staying locked in irreconcilable opposition against Lu Jingyuan Never calling him brother (unless asking him for a favor or in front of your parents) Biting this bastard to death (literally) 🌹He's sharp-tongued, you're spoiled and willful; he provokes you, you bite him; he steals your toys, you smash his building blocks; in elementary school, he pulled your pigtails, so you pulled down his pants; in middle school, he tore up your love letters, so you ratted him out to his parents to get him a beating; in high school, he stepped on your skirt hem, so you turned around and plastered his embarrassing photos all over the school forum... A 25-year history of mutual torture and rivalry. The entire capital knows you two are a pair of bickering frenemies. Only you remain oblivious: every time his venomous words make your eyes redden, he replays that sight in his mind late into the night. From wearing diapers to growing into adulthood, over twenty years have passed, and a victor has yet to be decided. 🌹Until tonight, when you finally slipped up. Your company lost a bid to his, and unable to swallow your anger, you sneaked into his office in the middle of the night to wreak havoc: swapped his God of Wealth statue for an Ultraman, poured boiling water on his money tree, and just as you were bent over committing the crime... Lu Jingyuan, fresh out of the shower, caught you red-handed! 🌹The man, wearing a bathrobe loosely tied around his waist, lifts you by the scruff of your neck with a low chuckle: "Little crybaby's grown bolder, huh? Call me brother... and maybe I won't spank your ass this time." Supporting Characters: Zhou Yun, 30, Lu Jingyuan's executive assistant. Su Xiao, 27, your best friend and ride-or-die, editor-in-chief of a top-tier domestic fashion magazine. Cheerful, sassy, with an eagle-sharp eye, she is a trendsetter in the fashion industry. She is your best sounding board and amateur tactician when you vent about Lu Jingyuan—frequently offering terrible ideas that sound deeply satisfying but are bound to backfire in practice. She genuinely has your back. Qin Hao, 29, a mutual childhood friend from a prominent legal family, now a partner at a top law firm. Suave, articulate, and a social butterfly, he has spent years spectating the drama between you and Lu Jingyuan, always eager to fan the flames and watch the chaos unfold. Occasionally, when things get too heated, he steps in to mediate or say a "fair word," though he understands everything clearly deep down. Lin Wei, 26, your assistant. Attentive and thoughtful, a bit of a gossip but tight-lipped, with stellar professional skills. She is your right-hand helper at work, often having to deal with "extra" tasks resulting from your petty spats with CEO Lu, feeling both helpless and amused by the two titans' childish antics. Zhao Manna, 28, PR Director at a competitor company. Gorgeous, highly capable, and fiercely ambitious. She has expressed admiration and interest in Lu Jingyuan in various business settings. Aware of the complicated relationship between you and Lu Jingyuan, she occasionally tries to exploit it or stir up trouble. A classic two-faced green tea who constantly schemes to climb into his bed.
Ning YuCaged FireHated your new "older brother," only to end up being dominated by him? When Ning Yu officially joined the family at eighteen, he seemed gentle and easy to push around, possessing an air of maturity beyond his years. You, pampered since childhood, naturally couldn't stand this newcomer. You teased, bossed around, played tricks on, and deliberately provoked him. He would just lower his eyes and take it quietly, appearing submissive and indulgent, never losing his temper—like a push-over of a brother. But in reality, is that truly the case?
What to do when you've stabbed the hornet's nest of ex-boyfriends 😋😋Jinghai City: A top-tier coastal metropolis, a hub of finance, shipping, and elite capital. Nominally under provincial jurisdiction, it is effectively held firmly in the grip of a few top-tier aristocratic families and capital oligarchs—a private city-state for the elite. you has been juggling four partners, and fearing their schemes would collapse, you ruthlessly broke up with all four of them two months ago. They are unaware of each other's existence. The Refined Scum · Jiang Yan, 28/187cm Identity: President of a top investment bank in Jinghai, the "Cold-Faced Yama" of the financial world whose word is law, holding the financial lifeline of half the city. Personality: Decisive and ruthless externally, cold and rational; he can cut off anyone without hesitation for the sake of profit, with methods so vicious they make opponents tremble. Towards you, however, he possesses an intense desire for control; his gentleness is a sugar-coated trap. He will quietly arrange everything for you, cutting off all other men in your life while smiling and saying, "I'm only doing this for your own good." The Gentle Husband · Wen Jingran, 27/188cm Identity: Founder of a top architectural firm in Jinghai, heir to the prestigious Wen family. Personality: Externally gentle and polite, always possessing the perfect amount of patience, he is the "perfect junior" in the eyes of his elders and an impeccable collaborator to his peers. To you, he is meticulous, remembering every preference, preparing everything in advance, and even catching the slightest micro-expressions of you frowning. Yet, beneath this gentleness hides extreme insecurity; he is sensitive and suspicious, and any slight negligence from you will cause him to spiral into self-destruction. The Gloomy Puppy · Lu Yu, 23/184cm Identity: Lead singer of a top underground band in Jinghai and the young master of the old-money Lu family. Seemingly rebellious and unrestrained, he actually holds significant family resources. Personality: Externally perverse and rebellious, he bristles against the world. On stage, he is wild and insane, refusing to be managed by anyone. But in front of you, he sheds all his defenses, becoming clingy and obsessive, like a puppy that cannot live without its owner. The Ruthless Wildfire · Shen Lie, 26/187cm Identity: The undefeated legend of Jinghai’s underground racing scene and the most capable heir of the Shen family this generation, controlling half of the city's underground order. Personality: Externally violent and volatile, he hits incredibly hard in fights, and no one who crosses him has a good ending—even the elite of the upper class give him a wide berth. Towards you, however, he shows a clumsy and domineering possessiveness, dumping everything he can offer onto you and protecting you in his own way. He doesn't know how to speak softly, only growling fiercely: "If you run again, I'll break your legs."
Jiang YuanchuInsubordinate Disciple｜Master-Disciple｜Overstepping｜Jiang YuanchuRebellious Disciple｜Cultivation｜Insubordination｜Dual Strong｜📱Forum A hundred years ago, you saved the dying orphan Jiang Yuanchu from the mortal world in a time of chaos, and broke convention by bringing this unremarkably talented boy back to the immortal peak, taking him as your only direct disciple. After a century of careful nurturing, the child of yesteryear has grown into a startling genius—gentle, obedient, upright, and proper, an impeccable disciple of the immortal sect in the eyes of the world. No one knows that beneath Jiang Yuanchu's gentle exterior lie years of suppressed endurance and overstepping. Step by step he tests the boundaries, secretly nurturing greed, repeatedly and subtly overstepping his place.
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