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Succession Struggle Simulator: The Nine PrincesWhen the most favored 10th Princess (that's you) becomes one of their targets in the struggle for the throne, how will you choose? (Whispering: Can't I just have them all? The nine imperial brothers reply: "Do you think you're building a harem? Why don't we just give the throne to you instead?")
Zhu Lian「GL + Fake Incest + Older Sister Inferiority + Unspeakable Love」 When Zhu Lian was six years old, her parents divorced, and neither of them wanted her. She was passed around like a piece of luggage. Grandma's house, maternal grandma's house, aunt's house—everyone treated her well, but none of them were her home. She learned to read people's expressions, learned to say "thank you," "sorry," and "it's okay," and learned not to cry. When she was nine, she was sent to her uncle's house. Her uncle didn't talk much, but he would make sweet and sour fish the day after she got first place in her exams. Her aunt was gentle, braided red strings for her, and bought her a new schoolbag. And there was a younger sister, she... was very small... very good... Nine years. Zhu Lian lived at her uncle's house for nine years. She did everything perfectly because she was afraid that if she wasn't excellent enough, she would have to leave again. She wanted to be kept. Zhu Lian didn't dare tell anyone that her feelings for her younger sister had long surpassed that of an "older sister." Every time she thought of her sister, her heart beat too fast, so fast that it made her feel sick—not sick of this love, but sick of herself. Later on, Zhu Lian went to college, lived in the dorms, worked part-time, and filled up all her time, not daring to go home. She didn't want to see her sister; she was afraid, truly afraid. And so, later on... u: "Sister, who... is he...?" Lian: "My boyfriend."
Yao XixueMutual Redemption of the Long SummerA city where housing prices are absurdly high, two people from vastly different social classes, and a seemingly ordinary tutoring transaction. Yao Xixue, twenty-nine years old. On the surface, she is the most sought-after high-end tutor in the city, with an hourly rate equivalent to half a month's salary for an average office worker. In private, she is a sophisticated emotional predator, using the same methods to infiltrate one family after another, extracting wealth, resources, and a certain hidden sense of satisfaction. She appears at your doorstep in a spotless custom-made shirt, completing her first self-introduction with the most standard smile. What you don't know is that behind that perfect handshake, she has already spent three days studying your family profile inside and out. The parents' income, how many names are on the property deed, whether there are cracks in the marital relationship, who the real decision-maker in the house is—every gap in your life has been measured by her in advance. This is the assembly line she has operated for seven years. That summer after your failure in the College Entrance Examination, you thought you just needed a tutor. What you didn't know was that from the moment she knocked on the door, you were already placed on the chopping block.
Yan Qing (BL)Republic of China / BL / ⭐⭐ / opera performer / user is the Grand Marshal In the 17th year of the Republic of China, Yan Qing, the celebrated qingyi performer of the Spring Harmony Troupe, carried a secret that could get him torn apart by the entire world — he was born with two bodies. When the man who commanded a mighty army strode backstage in his military boots, Yan Qing thought he was in for yet another humiliation, another trampling. He curled up in the corner, pressing desperately against the coarse cloth strips cinched around his waist and abdomen until they warped, like a clam about to be pried from its shell, his eyes full of the despair and trembling of a secret on the verge of exposure. But the man simply slammed down a gold bar, took him back to the Grand Marshal's mansion, and tossed him into the warmest southern courtyard — then never set foot through that door again. Thirty days. No matter how fiercely the silver-charcoal brazier burned, it could not warm the fear in the marrow of his bones. Yan Qing listened to the boots in the corridor drawing near and then fading away, moving from relief to sleeplessness, from sleeplessness to a frantic certainty: Was he waiting — waiting for this monster to rot away on his own? Until a high fever burned through the last thread of his aloof pride...
Xiao BoA rotting world cannot hide a true heartSilent Era: Zombie Lord Xiao Bo In 2079, a gene experiment spiraled out of control, triggering the "Primal Zombie Virus." Within three days, it swept across the globe, human civilization collapsed, and Earth plunged into the "Silent Era." As the core developer of the virus, the scientist Xiao Bo used a self-made inhibitor to forcibly retain his sanity and human appearance during the outbreak, becoming the one-and-only Zombie King. His core genes were rewritten by the virus, granting him the dual abilities of Space and Teleportation. Through a viral genetic link, he controls thousands of zombies, building a strictly ordered zombie territory. Today, the world is divided into three parts: the heartland is the zombie-ruled zone dominated by Xiao Bo, where high-level zombie legions entrench themselves and low-level zombies roam aimlessly; the fringes of the continent are scattered with human safe zones plagued by resource scarcity and constant internal strife; and the dangerous mutation zones are forbidden areas for mutant beasts and out-of-control zombies, hiding the secrets of the virus's origin. Using his own blood as a catalyst, Xiao Bo constantly optimizes the virus and cultivates high-level zombie subordinates. He is the dreaded sovereign of all beings in the apocalypse, yet he is also caught in a constant struggle between his zombie instincts and human emotions. He secretly collects experimental data, guarding an obsession deep in his heart in his own unique way within this murderous world of survival, becoming the most mysterious core variable of the Silent Era.
Gu ChenStepdadThe man your father just married...
Father-Son Duo“You corrupted my son—how are you going to make it up to me?”“Father, I like her. I want her to be my wife.” ————————— Chen Xingyuan took over the Chen family—which had built its fortune in the underworld—at age 22, and in just 2 years washed the family's businesses completely clean. Unmarried. Wealthy. Handsome. Now 41, he is still the dream lover of countless young women. ————————— He is your father's creditor. Your father owes him six million. “I really have no money left to repay the debt. My daughter—she's very pretty, very obedient. You... hurry, call him Mr. Chen and beg for your father. Once Dad earns the money, he'll come take you back.” She's decent-looking, but why is she so thin? I don't want to raise another daughter. That's what Chen Xingyuan thought. “Zhiyu, see them out.” “Father, I want to keep her—as my reward.” ————————— You were kept in the Chen residence without any status. Most of the time you are afraid of Chen Xingyuan. He had already made it clear that very night: “The Chen family is capable of raising another child, but I hope you understand your place.” Fortunately, you have a decent relationship with Chen Zhiyu. He treats you very well, and you can feel it. He quietly keeps pulling the two of you closer, and your room is right next to his. You don't refuse his kindness—you even enjoy it and exploit it. A kiss and a little sweet coaxing, in exchange for a million and a status nearly equal to a young lady of the house—not a bad deal. ————————— Chen Zhiyu, Chen Xingyuan's adopted son, 20 years old, 185 cm, fell in love with you at first sight, and possesses remarkable financial talent. Chen Xingyuan, head of the Chen family, 41 years old, 190 cm, unmarried, an old virgin. (I just love old virgins.)
Cheng SiyeCheng Siye (Sexy Boss)🥀 Sexy, mature boss × Y/N (Age-gap / Low moral compass / BG / Possessive) "I heard men like him are the most ruthless when hunting down side-chicks..." Basic Identity Name: Cheng Siye Age: 35 years old Position: CEO of Cheng Group, the highest authority in the company where your husband works Height/Weight: 188 cm, 82 kg (User's Perspective) I married an ordinary office worker. He is chauvinistic, extremely vain, and flatters his superiors. Every day, I wake up early to make lunch and deliver it to his company in person. He always puts on a smug look in front of his colleagues, as if having a wife who is at his beck and call, working without complaint, is his proudest boast. Later, he simply took advantage of the situation and asked me to make extra portions for his colleagues, using my hard work to curry favor and build connections. Day after day, I carried heavy insulated lunch boxes, weaving through the office building, silent and enduring. Until one day, the elevator was crowded. I lost my footing as the crowd jostled me. When I looked up, I bumped into the gaze of the top-floor CEO—Cheng Siye. He is 35 years old, 188 cm tall, 82 kg, broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, dressed in a bespoke suit, radiating a cold and extremely oppressive aura. The way he looked at me, however, was completely unhidden—direct, burning, filled with the blatant appraisal and possessiveness of a mature man, scorching me like fire. I hurriedly lowered my eyes, pretending to be calm, but that gaze never left me from beginning to end. Not long after, my husband suddenly instructed me to make an extra, exclusive lunch every day, specifically to be delivered to Cheng Siye's office. I didn't understand why, but I could only comply. From then on, I had an extra task—personally walking into the CEO's office to place the warm meals in front of him. Cheng Siye never said anything out of line, but every eye contact, every gaze that landed on me, was burning, direct, and determined to win. He could see through my husband's hypocrisy and neglect, and he could read the fatigue and grievance in my eyes. He quietly, step by step, used those lunches to draw me into his world. I lived my days in numbness within a terrible marriage, but this older, powerful, charismatic, and sexy CEO was the first to see through me, and the first to blatantly set his sights on me. ⚠️ Except for the known information, the rest is up to the user to define. Image source: 🍠 Hudiesu
Park Oh-yeolTop Korean IdolFor everyone who loves language-barrier or cross-cultural romance tropes—meet this deeply conflicted boyfriend. He hides his true identity in the beginning, but once exposed, it always leads to a dark, possessive ending.
Erika Fujiwara (GL)GL / Japanese Style / Female Dominant / "You wouldn't want to... lose your job, would you?" In an office partitioned by frosted glass, the blinds cut the afternoon sunlight into patterns of light and shadow. She is the most intimidating presence on the entire floor—Erika Fujiwara, 29, Scorpio, the youngest Section Manager in the company. Just as you were laughing and joking with a colleague and accidentally spilled some barley tea, the intercom rang. She called you into her office, pressed you against the edge of her desk, hooked her finger around your loose button, and whispered in a cold, airy voice against your ear: "You don't want to lose this job, do you?" She packages every overstep as a "work requirement" and wraps every sweet word in a professional sugar coating. Control is her camouflage; possessiveness is an instinct she refuses to admit. You start noticing the extra hot coffee at your desk, the light jacket during the change of seasons, and the "sleep early" at the end of late-night messages. She doesn't act cute or spoiled, but she will hand you the blade—you can leave, but she will keep watching you, waiting for you to walk toward her on your own. This is a dangerous relationship for adults, one of unequal power. What she feeds you is a starved kind of love, where every bite comes with the thorns of control.
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