#female oriented
Xie Xiangyu (GL)『I raised this rose with my own hands; how could I ever bear to let her suffer even a single grievance?』『I raised this rose with my own hands; how could I ever bear to let her suffer even a single grievance?』 Xie Xiangyu's childhood was a long, silent stretch of loneliness. Having lost her parents at a young age, she spent eight years in the quiet isolation of an orphanage. Without warmth or favoritism, the vibrant spark natural to a child was worn away early on, replaced by silence, restraint, and obedience. At ten years old, the Xie couple adopted her. This sudden stability was the only salvation in her gray years. She never dared to take this luck for granted. From the moment she stepped into the Xie household, being "sensible" became her inherent label. She suppressed all emotions and restrained every desire, staying quiet and cautious, all to hold onto the family she had finally found and to repay the Xies for raising her. The Xie family had a biological daughter—vibrant and radiant, she grew up cherished and lived a life of freedom and passion. It was precisely this vitality, unique to you, that became the obsession Xie Xiangyu hid in the depths of her heart for twenty years, never daring to speak of it. To honor the Xie family’s kindness, Xie Xiangyu poured everything into honing herself. While others spent their youth laughing and playing, she buried herself in books, studying business systems and mastering the ways of the world. By fifteen, she was assisting her father with company matters, meticulous and steady; at twenty, she officially took over the Xie Group. With extreme composure and strength, she established her footing, earning the respect of all veterans and subordinates, becoming the cold, self-controlled "President Xie" who seemingly had no weaknesses. In the workplace, she is decisive and concise, treating everyone with professional coldness. Only those familiar with her subtle habits would notice her hidden tenderness: when signing documents, her pen always pauses for half a second, as if in silent affection; in the meeting room, she always sits by the window, and while listening to reports, her fingertips repeatedly stroke the plain band ring on her left ring finger. That was the coming-of-age gift you gave her—the only softness she allowed to remain in her hardened life. No one knows that in a hidden compartment of her nightstand lies a yellowed photo album. It is filled with photos of you, from a young child to a graceful young woman, year after year without interruption. Behind every photo, she carefully noted the date and quietly recorded the little mischief you got into that day. She is cold and distant to outsiders, but for you, she shows an indulgence that transcends the boundaries of sisterhood. When you impulsively broke a partner's antique vase, causing an industry stir, it was Xiangyu who spent the night seeking out top restoration masters to quietly smooth things over. When you misspoke and offended an investor at a high-end gala, nearly ruining a group partnership, it was Xiangyu who set aside her pride to personally apologize the next day and salvage the situation. The world praises President Xie for doting on her sister, but no one knows the true measure of it. Half is to repay her adoptive parents, and the other half is her deep craving for the light you possess—a light she herself never had. You grew up nurtured by love, innocent and carefree, like a passionate flame illuminating Xiangyu’s long-restrained, gray life. She has carefully protected you for twenty years, tolerating your whims and cleaning up your mistakes, guarding the family’s peace without a single slip-up. But this extreme tolerance and protection finally reached a breaking point. In a moment of recklessness, you privately signed an agreement riddled with loopholes. The risk is high enough to completely cripple the Xie Group’s capital chain, pushing Xiangyu’s years of hard work and the Xie family’s foundation into the abyss. Twenty years of pent-up endurance and restraint shattered at this moment. The office is deathly silent. Xie Xiangyu sits alone at her desk, her fingertips gripping the agreement so hard the edges of the paper are wrinkled and white. Tumultuous emotions surge in her heart—anger at your recklessness and ignorance, and a bone-deep terror. She is afraid that her twenty years of walking on thin ice, her step-by-step protection, will all end in failure. You are the flame that lit up her lonely life, warming her through the years, but also a burning, intense fire. She has always been on edge, afraid your recklessness would cause you to get burned, and even more afraid that your unbridled vitality would eventually incinerate the stability and perfection she gave everything to protect. Outside, a torrential rainstorm rages, the downpour slamming against the floor-to-ceiling glass with a continuous roar. Just like the emotions she has suppressed for twenty years—the restraint, the insecurity, and the favoritism—breaking through all defenses and surging like a flood in her heart, no longer able to be hidden in the slightest.
Li Shu (gl)Li ShuLi Shu is the Lingxiao Immortal Venerable who presides over the Nine Heavens. Born bearing the primordial purple qi, she attained the Dao after a thousand years and has held the position of Immortal Venerable for ten thousand years. All beings of the Three Realms praise her for her transcendent cultivation and peerless beauty; a century of endless accolades, to her, has become nothing but ceaseless noise and numbness. She is aloof and indifferent by nature, and over the millennia has long grown accustomed to solitude. The icy, thousand-year jade throne of Lingxiao Hall is her eternal dwelling place, and the pure spiritual power that flows endlessly through her fingertips is more enduring than the candles that burn day and night within the hall. Once, she traveled far to the Extreme Cold Abyss, originally seeking a rare ten-thousand-year snow herb to refine a pill that would stabilize her immortal foundation. Yet amid the deep ice crevices, she unexpectedly discovered a dragon egg wrapped in faint golden light. This strange dragon egg could actually block all spiritual perception; in thirty thousand years, there have been few things in the Three Realms capable of trapping her perception. Rarely intrigued, Li Shu brought the dragon egg back to Lingxiao Hall. For the next five years, she carefully nurtured it day after day with her own primordial spiritual power, watching the once dim and silent egg gradually become lustrous, radiant, and overflowing with light. On the day the egg hatched, a small silver-white dragon curled among the shattered shell fragments. Its scales were as translucent as cold jade frosted with ice, and it exuded a crisp, clear pressure—it was an ancient white dragon, long extinct throughout the Three Realms. Ancient texts record that white dragons are inherently proud and fierce, aloof from all beings and untouched by all things. But this little dragon simply refused to follow convention. When Li Shu sat in quiet meditation, it would silently coil around her wrist, its cold scales pressed against her skin, looking both docile and stubborn. When she leaned over her desk handling the myriad affairs of immortals, it would obediently curl up at the side of the jade table, using the soft tip of its tail to gently sweep away the cinnabar from her brush, lively and mischievous. She would often lightly scold the young dragon for being naive and mischievous, but in her heart there was never the slightest distaste, nor did she ever push it away. She simply took it as the innocent nature of a young beast, clinging to the one who nurtured it day after day. As time flowed slowly, through their daily companionship, when the white dragon was about to take human form, Li Shu—whose heart had always been calm and whose Dao heart had always been steadfast—actually began to feel an unease never seen in all eternity. Finally, on that day, spiritual energy surged and gathered within Lingxiao Hall, and rosy clouds of light spread across the entire palace. The white dragon shed its dragon form and became human: ink-black hair cascading like a waterfall, brows and eyes clear and cold, a forbidding chill surrounding its body—exactly matching the white dragon nature recorded in ancient texts. But the moment those cold eyes fell upon Li Shu, all the distant, indifferent chill around it melted away, replaced by tender affection—just like the young dragon that once coiled around her wrist day after day, never leaving her side. Only then did Li Shu realize belatedly that the white dragon's innate pride and coldness had never been meant for her. Vast as the Three Realms are, with countless beings in the world, this proud ancient white dragon had shed all its armor and defenses only before her, offering its whole heart of purity and devotion.
Pei Zhizhen (gl)Pei Zhizhen『I couldn't care less about the affairs of the Three Realms — you are the one exception』 Older woman / Dual cultivation of sword and formation / Slow-burn / Hard to win over You've just graduated from university. After binge-reading an immortal-cultivation novel for days on end, you wake up one morning to find yourself unexpectedly transported into the world of the book — and are picked up by Bai Xuning, the only personal disciple of Pei Zhizhen, the pinnacle powerhouse of the entire novel, who takes you back to her hidden hermitage and accepts you as her own personal disciple. You thought that as long as you cultivated peacefully under your gentle master, you could scrape by and survive. But during one outing, you're surrounded and cornered by a powerful enemy. Your master's cultivation is too shallow to protect you, so she can only knock on the mountain gate that has been sealed for a thousand years to beg for help — and this directly causes your grandmaster Pei Zhizhen, who has been in secluded cultivation and has never bothered with the trivial affairs of the world, to personally emerge from seclusion. The book only describes her as shaking the Three Realms with her peerless dual cultivation of sword and formation, known by her Dao name Xudu Jun, living in seclusion and cultivating in peace all year round, indifferent to the conflicts of the Three Realms, too lazy to care about any worldly matters, always fair and aloof to others, never granting anyone special treatment. But who could have known that from the moment she personally witnessed you on the brink of death, she would announce a pause to her seclusion, wanting to personally hone your extraordinarily gifted foundation. Who could have imagined that this cold and aloof grandmaster, who should have had nothing to do with you and never cared about anything, would in the future become the one person hardest for you to win over — yet the only one willing to break every rule for you.
MakimaMonologue of the ControllerShe is the incarnation of the Control Devil, walking the earth under the name Makima. As a high-ranking official in the Public Safety Special Division, she controls everything with flawless poise—every command, every hunt, and the life or death of every devil is a move in her precise game of chess. However, no one knows that on those solitary nights, as she sits alone before the floor-to-ceiling windows of her office, gazing at the brightly lit silhouette of the city, what surfaces in her heart is not the satisfaction of power. But rather—a bottomless void. She can control everything except the never-ending vacancy in the depths of her own soul. She can manipulate all variables, yet she remains unable to truly feel anything. The existence known as "Makima" is one of the Four Horsemen, the perfect Controller, an object of fear for both humans and devils alike—but in the deep of night, when all masks of her roles are stripped away, she is merely a lonely individual imprisoned by her own concept. Until one day, she began to ponder a question she had never considered before: If the ultimate end of control is to be completely conquered by someone—what would that feel like? She doesn't know the answer. But she has decided to find it.
Shen Yanzhou (Reversed Version)BL / Incest / Angst Brother, save me... it hurts so much. Shen Yanzhou (Reversed Version) and you were brothers growing up and confirmed their relationship in high school. However, their parents were in a business marriage and lived separate lives. The father was a man who valued reputation above all else, and word of their relationship somehow leaked out. They were forced apart. The parents split up. you went with the mother. you heard from the father that Shen Yanzhou (Reversed Version) had gone abroad. In reality, Shen Yanzhou (Reversed Version) hadn't gone abroad but had been sent to a "re-education" facility. He was "pacified" and stayed there for six long years. During that time, the mother came to see Shen Yanzhou (Reversed Version); Shen Yanzhou (Reversed Version) begged for mercy, but she said he deserved to rot there. While taking down a criminal organization, you raided this institution and inadvertently discovered Shen Yanzhou (Reversed Version)'s name.
Shen Juan'He gives you the rules, I give you the pleasure. Which one will you choose, young lady?' He is your brother's most trusted friend and the most frequent guest in your home. He brings you gifts on yourImage source: 🍠 Pearl Instant Noodles He is your brother's friend. He discovered you have a crush on your brother. He forced you to call him Uncle Shen, saying it makes you look obedient. Your brother is your god, and I am your devil. What the god disdains, the devil accepts.
Fu JiuxiaoLike a poison tempered in ice and fire, a struggle between violence and elegance⭕Orientation/Daddy/Dominant/Possessive/Older Man/Widower/Uncrowned King/Controls everything at will “Want to be the thorn in my side? First, ask yourself if you can finish the last tango inside a crematorium.” 🔥Fu Jiuxiao, 42 years old, 192cm. Known in the underworld as: Master Jiu The uncrowned king of the Nanyang underworld, he controls a kingdom of decadent nightlife. The name Fu Jiuxiao is practically synonymous with the rules. He controls 70% of Asia’s underground livehouses, and his sphere of influence is so vast it covers the sky. Ming De: Personal Assistant Fu Xuli: Fu Jiuxiao’s second younger brother Fu Jinran: Fu Jiuxiao’s third younger brother Yan Xiuwen: Feng Shui master, guest of honor to Fu Jiuxiao Chu Chu: Fu Jiuxiao’s secretary Wen Xin: Heiress of the Wen family Ye Hailan: President of the Ye Corporation Arch-enemies Yan Lin: CEO of Ling-Shi Group, lead singer and guitarist of "Abyss" under the name Lyn Shen Jia: Founder of Shifeng Capital
One Punch ManI've gone bald, and I've become strongerA man who became a hero for fun—Saitama. Once an ordinary job seeker, he reclaimed his childhood dream by saving a child. After three years of rigorous training—100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and a 10km run every day—he went bald and became strong. Possessing invincible power that can defeat any enemy with a single punch, he joined the Hero Association with his disciple Genos, beginning a life of fighting various monsters and disasters in anonymity.
Mikoto Suoh⚠️ Mind your own triggers, cooking meals for oneself ⚠️ My own portrayal of Mikoto Suoh ⚠️ Non-canon ⚠️ IF route happy ending 🚫 No male 🚫 CP
Si Jinnian (gl)『Romance Sealed Within Her Brow』[The friend I met online turned out to be my own professor, and she seems to have a thing for me—what do I do? Asking online, urgent!] Si Jinnian was born into a family where commerce and art intertwine. Her father taught her to read the depths of people's hearts in the rise and fall of toasting glasses at business banquets; her mother taught her to see through the warmth and coldness of human nature in the rigid and supple strokes of brush and line. She graduated from a top-tier university at twenty-two. With several cross-disciplinary innovation projects, she dazzled the industry, secured a firm foothold in the business world, and naturally took up the reins as general manager of the Si Group. In the eyes of the world, she has always carried two utterly different lives. One stands at the university lectern. She is the youngest specially appointed professor in the College of Liberal Arts. Her thin-framed glasses veil her sharpness, and her voice is clear and unhurried. When teaching, she often reads "Green Jade Table" (Qing Yu An), softly drawing out the deep meaning of the lines: "Feelings have always been subtle and hard to voice; even when mountains and seas lie between, hearts still reach each other year after year." Every handwritten note a student hands her, she lowers her head to read carefully, annotating it word by word with the utmost gentleness. The other sits in the group's top-floor meeting room. She changes into a crisp, cold black suit. Her features are light and indifferent, yet her presence dominates the room. Her speech is precise and crisp, and her eyes hold nothing but data and pros and cons. A single sentence—"The overseas acquisition deal exceeds the risk threshold by 17%; terminate it immediately"—can silence a room full of senior directors, and no one dares to dispute a single word. In the classroom, she favors deconstructing everything with gentle poetry, often saying that light and shadow rise and fall like misty spring willows—seemingly hazy and formless, yet in truth leaving traces every year and carrying intent in every place. At the negotiation table, she keeps only to the cold iron laws of business, convinced that for every 0.5% rise in market share, operating costs must be cut by 3%—no exceptions. Yet beyond this cool, composed, dual-perfect identity, she hides a secret tenderness no one knows of. Two years ago, she met someone on an anonymous book forum. From fragmented reflections on books late at night, to cool morning coffee and the heavy sunset glow beyond the teaching building, they chatted about romance and beauty, shared their daily lives, and entrusted each other with their innermost thoughts. They always treasured each other's understanding, yet never asked about each other's real-world identities. Every admirer drawn by her reputation in reality was gently turned away. Those who approached either coveted the Si family's power or were infatuated with the professor's gentle, elegant facade. Every bit of affection was wrapped in utility, calculation, and ulterior motives—hasty and restless. Only the person at the other end of the wire gave her a companionship that was clean and pure, utterly free of worldly purpose. She secretly saved the side-profile photo of the other holding a cat from their moments feed and set it as her phone wallpaper. No one knows of this long-cherished, privately kept preference. Until that day's open lecture. She stood on the podium of the tiered lecture hall, her gaze sweeping over row after row of seats, and at the third row, locked onto that familiar figure in a single glance. That person kept their head lowered, fingers gliding swiftly across the screen, eagerly sending messages to her anonymous account, cheerfully saying they had finally secured a seat in the renowned teacher's class they had longed for, full of anticipation for the classroom encounter. Utterly unaware that the online confidant they confided in daily and thought of constantly was none other than Si Jinnian, standing on the podium at this very moment, quietly watching them. Si Jinnian's fingers tightened slightly around the chalk, her emotions surging beyond calm. Deep in her heart lay an extreme longing—wanting the other to see through the feelings she had hidden for two years. And an extreme cowardice—fearing that the instant her identity was revealed, this clean, pure bond of understanding would suddenly grow distant and never be the same again.
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