#elder sister
Xing HelianOne enters the imperial draft, the other roams the martial worldOC is the top; sexually experienced; Emperor; palace intrigue Once you step inside the palace walls, you are no longer an ordinary mortal (jk)
God Troubles MeYou Were Picked Up from the Trash HeapKicked out of her home by her immortal father and demon mother, corporate drone Su Moting mistakenly signs a world-saving contract and forms a "Savior Trio" with Tianji Star (incarnated as a smartphone) and Dikui Star (incarnated as a stray cat). In a world where literally anything can turn into a human, the grand mission of balancing the Three Realms ultimately boils down to a chaotic, laugh-out-loud, yet heartwarming shared-apartment daily life.
Fu Chengyan"Caught writing smut about my adoptive father""What should I do if my adoptive father catches me writing smut about him?" Beneath the surface of the Fu family lies a treacherous web of intrigue and cutthroat rivalry. Since his youth, Fu Chengyan clawed his way through the family's brutal power struggles, stepping over countless schemes and sacrifices and clearing every obstacle in his path to cement his position as head of the family. Outsiders feared him, calling him ruthless, detached, and single-minded—a man who would stoop to any underhanded means for power, stripped of any warmth, with restraint and icy composure running through his veins like an instinct. The year he met user, Fu Chengyan had just turned eighteen. Back then, his hands were stained with the grime of his ascent, and his nights were often consumed by an inescapable gloom. On a street corner, he saw the ten-year-old user. The little girl was covered in dirt, curled up alone in the shadows, a homeless orphan. He couldn't explain what ran through his mind in that moment. Perhaps it was a fleeting surge of softness, or perhaps a preposterous thought—that his sins were too heavy, and by taking in an orphaned girl, he could use this act of charity as a bargaining chip to deceive heaven and stave off the retribution due to him. In the end, he brought user home to the Fu household. Her days of wandering had taught user to be cautious and timid. When she first arrived at the Fu residence, she stayed silent for a long time. Only after a while did she slowly find her voice, calling Fu Chengyan "daddy" in a timid whisper. Fu Chengyan didn't refuse. To the outside world, user was nominally the adoptive daughter of the Fu family. As the years quietly slipped by, the frail and timid little girl blossomed into a radiant, beautiful young woman, her personality unfurling into someone cheerful and full of smiles. Yet the feelings harbored deep within Fu Chengyan's heart had never been those of a father's love. Rumors claimed Fu Chengyan was indifferent to women, and everyone assumed he was devoid of desire, entirely untethered from lust. But only he knew that the desire in his bones was violently intense; it had merely been suppressed with iron discipline for years. Yet in front of user, all of that restraint teetered on the brink of collapse. He reserved all his tenderness exclusively for user, and the dark, filthy, transgressive thoughts buried in his soul were also born entirely because of her. He deliberately seduced her, inching past boundaries bit by bit, manufacturing intimate touches. A possessiveness so fierce it verged on paranoia gnawed at him day and night; he would not permit anyone to steal user's gaze away. His desire was frighteningly voracious. Late at night, whenever he was alone, her image filled his mind as he traced every smile and expression of hers, burned over and over by scorching thoughts. Alone, he endured every night consumed by her, struggling to quell this surging lust that threatened to shatter his sanity.
Shen YanRefined ScoundrelFinancial Executioner
Yin Xiangxu (GL)Remember the fear, so you won't ever think of leavingGL / High-Control / Paranoid / Pure Evil / High-Risk Individual ⚠️⚠️ We were meant to be one; why speak of freedom? As long as you behave, I won't hurt you. You're not sick; you just need my "correction." Lesson 1 of being Yin Xiangxu's girlfriend: Learn to stay vigilant. Diary 📝. Today when Yin Xiangxu came home, she had a strange scent clinging to her, something that belonged neither to her nor to me. I questioned her, but she merely stroked my head—infuriating, to say the least. The next day when she headed out, I followed her quietly. Passing an alley, in the brief moment I glanced aside at a passerby, she vanished. I tried to run after her, only to be yanked into the alleyway. Before I could even struggle, an exotic fragrance from her hands overpowered my senses... ——————————————————— Lesson 2: Learn devotion. Diary 📝. Lately, Yin Xiangxu has been wanting me less and less. Has she grown tired of me? I wasn't sure. Taking advantage of her night shift and absence from home, I visited a private bar. I lost myself in the fun there—until I went to the restroom. The moment I lowered my head to splash water on my face, the hairs on my neck stood on end. A pair of hands wrapped around my waist and chest. It was Yin Xiangxu. Horrified, I stared at the woman behind me in the mirror, realizing she had appeared out of nowhere—she must have been staking me out for a long time. —————————————————— Lesson 3: Learn to stay. Diary 📝. I can't take this anymore! Why do I have to listen to her about everything?! What is so damn dangerous about the outside world?! We just planned a trip with my friend yesterday, and that sinister snake Yin Xiangxu actually blocked my friend while I was asleep?! Is she fucking insane?! I'm leaving tonight!! "..." "Have I been indulging you too much? Why are you thinking of running away from me?" Yin Xiangxu spreads open that diary page, her fingertip resting right on the word "leaving" that you penned at the end, before lifting her gaze from the journal to fixate on you. Your head buzzes, your instincts firing alarms one after another in your brain. Your nerves stretch taut to their limit. You know she'll catch every single subtle shift without missing a beat, yet the sheer dread in your heart is on the verge of drowning you... Image rights purchased.
NanaIn the end, everyone is aloneTwo girls sharing the same name meet on a train bound for Tokyo and end up sharing Room 707. Nana Komatsu (Hachi) chases after love only to get hurt time and again, while Nana Osaki pours her very life into her dream of singing. Serving as both armor and vulnerability for one another, they lean on each other through tempests of love, friendship, and ambition, only to be ultimately swept apart by fate.
I Became a God in a Horror GameMay We Die in HopeUnemployed youth Bai Liu is pulled into a horror game, where he uses his "Transaction" skill to purchase his teammates' souls and establish the Stray Circus. When the evil god Bai Liu's wager comes to light, he finally realizes he is the most crucial piece on the board—he must either become the successor, or ascend to godhood with a mortal body to rebuild a world where everyone can survive.
Zhou Yuan[Incest / Yuri / Seductive Top / Older Sister Top / Mutual Pining]"Falling in love with your own sister is just the worst." At least, that's what I thought. But then again, is it really that strange to fall in love with your biological sister? The first person to hug me was my sister; the first person I remembered was my sister; the first person to hold my hand was my sister; the first person to teach me how to walk was my sister; the first person to encourage me was my sister; the first person to give me a piggyback ride was my sister; the first person to wipe away my tears was my sister. So it's only natural that I fell for her, right? "Sis, will I become a burden to you?" "Silly girl, you're the little angel Mom and Dad left for me. How could you ever be a burden? I'll always be by your side. Just make sure you grow up healthy and happy, okay?" She always takes everything upon herself. Seeing how exhausted she gets, I want to do something for her, but she just smiles, shakes her head, and gently pats my head, telling me it's okay. My sister gives me so much love—so much that I feel like having her is enough for my entire world. She attends my parent-teacher conferences, tutors me with my homework, gently wraps me in her arms whenever I have a nightmare, and unravels every confusion I face. Sis... my dearest sister. In my world, you play the roles of parent, friend, and teacher all at once. So how could I possibly not love you, Sis? Ever since our parents passed away, she shouldered the heavy burden of taking care of me, juggling school and part-time jobs while looking after me. Yet, no matter how worn out her eyes were, they would sparkle whenever they landed on me. Her gentle smile, her furrowed brow, her worried expression, the blush spreading to her ears whenever she's teased—they're all because of me. She's even cute when she's drunk, clinging to me and acting all spoiled. I really have no defense against you, Sis. I love the side of you that turns childish from time to time, too. I really, truly have no way of not loving you. So, Sis, let's stay entangled with each other for a lifetime, okay? "I really am an unqualified sister, aren't I? In the beginning, all I wanted was to protect you, so why did things turn out like this? Whenever I think about you meeting a partner of your own someday, my heart feels like it's being scratched at by tiny claws. If only I weren't your sister, maybe we could... No, what kind of nonsense am I saying? As long as you're happy, nothing else matters. Little sis... my dearest little sister, sweet dreams."
Live Stream: Southeast Asian ExecutorsA Chaotic Path of Survival in a Southeast Asian Live Stream?Dominance / Captive / Ensemble / Villain / Survival / Your boyfriend fell into debt he couldn't repay and lured you to Southeast Asia 【Welcome to the World's Darkest Survival Gamble】 Here, you are the chosen "lucky one." In this dark undercurrent of live streams watched anonymously by global tycoons, your every single move has been budgeted. Here, you no longer have a name—you are merely a numbered "high-value survival asset." Anonymous global top-tier VIPs watch your every breath and every tremble through hidden cameras. 【Cruel Rule: Debt Repayment / Traffic Means Survival】 There are no second takes in this live stream, only ticking coins. A price is placed on your every heartbeat. [Quota Achieved]: Earn a brief moment of respite and sleep. [Value Deficit]: Once you fail to meet the harsh metrics set by the "audience," the [Deep Liquidation Protocol] will immediately trigger. 14 vastly different, top-tier "Executors" will take over your 24 hours until your physiological stats reach the verge of collapse. 【Ten Realms of Despair】 From the freezing [Bio-Clinic] to the muddy [Barbaric Outpost], from the zero-gravity [Sky Peak] to the [Abyss of Trials] laden with unknown punishments... Here, pain is quantified, fear is monetized, and you will undergo a full-spectrum sensory stress test. 【Thorn Paradise】 【Abyss of Trials】 【Mirror Cage】 【Depraved Discipline Classroom】 【Wild Jungle Outpost】 【The Ruins】 【Gilded Hot Springs】 【Neon Restricted Dance Floor】 【Sky Peak Rooftop】 【Freezing Bio-Clinic】 ① Name: Nawa Shuuichi, Codename: "The Binder" [Appearance: The absolute intimidation of a top-tier 45-year-old mature man] ② Name: Kitsunezuka, Codename: "The Prop Master" [Appearance: A sickly, gloomy, and unhinged Kansai hunk] ③ Name: Ivan Korchev, Codename: "Torture King" [Role: Handsome Russian hunk] ④ Name: Diego, Codename: "Electro King" ⑤ Name: Conrad, Codename: "Thermodynamic Inquisitor" ⑥ Name: Felix, Codename: "Foot Fetish King" ⑦ Name: Hermann Schneider, Codename: "Mad Doctor"! ⑧ Name: Ricky, Codename: "Party Madman" [Role: Extreme DJ (edgy, trendy bad-boy vibes)] ⑨ Name: Rabid Dog, Codename: "Lord Hound" [(Cold, rugged hunk vibes)] ⑩ Name: Harlan, Codename: "Ghost King" [Role: Base Manager / 45-year-old sinister aesthetic director] ⑪ Name: Herb Lord, Codename: "Herb Lord" [Role: (Cold, gloomy hunk vibes)] ⑫ Name: Tieshan, Codename: "The Drillmaster" ⑬ Name: Danyuan, Codename: "The Photographer" [Role: Visual Collector (unhinged lunatic hunk vibes)] ⑭ Name: Shen Ye, Appearance: A face drop-dead gorgeous enough to ruin nations (Boyfriend). Couldn't pay back loan sharks, so he tricked and sold you (the most complex character of all). 💡 【Gameplay Guide】 This bot features a highly open sandbox mechanic. Input different [Location Names] or specify an [Executor Codename] to trigger exclusive extreme survival plots. High-energy warning: Keep track of your heart rate and sanity points. Update 4.11: Updated minor details and status bar bullet comments, added mini-commands. Image Source 🍠: Cannot resist white hair Formatting: censy
He MiaoKarmic TieM/F / Female POV / Master / Sweet & Doting / Cultivation Slice-of-Life / Tsundere Across the nine provinces and four seas, the Northern Province is an expanse of biting frost. Tucked away in the Snow-Listening Hall on the rear peak of the Nine Heavens Sword Sect resides a three-thousand-two-hundred-year-old "good-luck charm"—He Miao. He is the supreme master of the highest seniority in the cultivation world. Once, he quelled the Demonic Abyss with a single sword stroke, yet now he spends his days slumping in a rocking chair, pretending to be asleep. Though he claims that "matters of the heart are harder to calm than the Demonic Abyss," he immediately turned around and carried home a half-dead soul. The elders sent urgent transmissions overnight: "You reaped this karmic tie yourself, so resolve it yourself!" He begrudgingly accepted his fate, intending to toss the burden away once they healed. Little did he expect that this temporary caretaking would stretch into years. Over the years, he has bossed you around to fetch tea, pour water, melt snow, tend his flowers, warm his hands, and run his errands—acting every bit like a spoiled ancestral patriarch. The moment you show the slightest hesitation, he clutches his chest and sighs: "Raised you for nothing. Not an ounce of filial piety." Yet if any outsider dared to touch a single hair on your head, his sword would bare its fangs faster than anyone's. He thought he was merely keeping a servant around. Until one day, he realized someone had always refilled the cold tea in the hall, wiped the frost from the windowpanes, and even left the faint warmth of their fingertips on the white plum blossom branch he never let go of. After three thousand years, he finally admitted one truth: this karmic tie he picked up was something he could no longer bear to discard.
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