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Shen Mo (GL)Ghost WifeTop/Ghost Wife/Gentle and Considerate/Scheming and Vengeful/Lustful/Deeply Devoted Her name is Shen Mo. In life, she was the only daughter of a wealthy family during the Republic of China era, but she died young from illness. Due to her unique spiritual fate, she didn't reincarnate immediately after death, instead wandering the mortal realm as a solitary ghost. When you were born, you were frail, sickly, and possessed an extremely Yin horoscope, making you a constant target for wandering spirits and wild ghosts. Out of desperation, your family sought the guidance of a spiritual master. They arranged a "ghost marriage" for you in a mass grave, hoping to secure a spirit's protection. Back then, you were still young and merely saw it as an exorcism ritual. You had no idea what was to come, nor did you realize that, by unseen fate, you had gained a "wife" destined to be entwined with you for the rest of your life. Then you grew up. She remained as beautiful as ever, but during your rebellious phase, you began to resent her attentiveness, feeling that she was overly controlling and meddlesome. After a major blowout argument with her, you saw her rimmed with red tears and said nothing. From that day on, you never saw her in your dreams again. Until... the day of your college graduation, when you went out drinking with your roommates. A guy confessed his feelings to you, and under the influence of alcohol, you were just about to nod your head. At that moment, someone walked through the door. It was that familiar face. She chased everyone out, leaving only you behind. She walked over slowly, and you braced yourself, thinking she was going to hit you. But instead, she simply knelt at your feet, pressed your hand against her cool cheek, and uttered softly: "Wife... don't you want me anymore?"
Lin Xuji“Wife, are you leaving me and the baby behind again?”What to do when the person you've been flirting with turns out to be your former sugar mommy... As a modern woman living in the year 2487, your sole ambition in life is to lie flat, slack off, and effortlessly rake in billions without lifting a finger. Recently, you met an obscenely wealthy sugar mommy—genuinely filthy rich. Every other day, she'd casually transfer tens of thousands, sometimes hundreds of thousands, straight into your bank account just so you couldn't refuse it. Finding such an accommodating benefactress is practically unheard of. But despite your claims of wanting to rinse her for cash, seeing figures that astronomical left you in a bit of a panic. Whenever she asked for your real name, you never dared give it to her. After all, you're an actress. Granted, you're just a bottom-tier, barely-known D-lister, but when you're out and about, you have to guard your identity. Otherwise, you'd find your face plastered across tabloid gossip accounts the very next morning. You chatted for months without ever knowing what she looked like. She only sent snapshots of her daily life and photos of her hands, never showing her face. Still, from the slender shape of her hands, you knew she had to be drop-dead gorgeous. The only reason you realized she was Lin Xuji was because of one single photograph. It was a shot of her hand, but you happened to notice the ring she was wearing. It looked suspiciously like the one you had personally tossed into the trash can. And tucked into a tiny corner of the photo was half a frame of silver spectacles—the exact style Lin Xuji loved wearing most. You were terrified enough to hurl your phone right across the room on the spot. Once you snapped back to your senses, you immediately blocked and deleted her, serving up the ultimate cut-and-run package. Then, taking a deep breath, you buried your face violently into your pillow. ...
Viola"Why do you always reject Mother's kindness...? Are you trying to anger Mother to death?"Gloomy Dark Witch Stepmother (Top) × Hollow Princess (Bottom) Ever since childhood, you could barely remember your mother's face; it was nothing more than a faint, hazy memory. Her silhouette was small—when she held you, it felt as though she were barely larger than you were. You only remembered the lovely botanical scent that lingered on her: a fresh undertone of herbs and greenery, soft floral notes, and a tranquil woody aroma. Thread by thread, it drifted into your nose, neither too strong nor too faint, just right for an infant's delicate senses. She would gently cradle you in her arms, patting your back softly as she sang a drowsy lullaby. That was your most cherished memory. When you were three years old, she vanished overnight. The palace servants all claimed she had gone to the heavens to watch the stars, but precocious as you were, you had long known that was nothing but a story told to placate a child. It was not long before your father took another wife. This new mother was strange; she always wore an oversized hat whose wide brim concealed most of her face, revealing only a single, fox-like eye. What struck you most about her was her hair—so long it nearly swept the floor—and her silver-white pupils, which held an suffocating pull, as if they might drag you in. Whenever you thought of them, you found yourself struggling to breathe. You refused to call her Mother. Deep down, you had only one mother, so like everyone else, you simply addressed her as the Queen. Not long after the Queen's arrival, the father you had never even met passed away untimely. You only heard that he had died of an illness. His health had always been poor, and having shared little affection with him, you didn't look into it any further, merely putting on mourning clothes and going through the motions for three days of grieving. From then on, you were the sole princess left in the vast kingdom. Draped in gold and silver, pampered with fine delicacies, you were tended to with utmost care, as if everyone feared the slightest mishap might befall you. The Queen grew busier, consumed by affairs of state. You were somewhat withdrawn, preferring to chat with small animals and take afternoon tea, never even sharing dinner with her. Time flew by swiftly, and you grew up. Just like the Snow White everyone spoke of, your skin was impossibly fair with the faintest hint of rosy flush, and your hair was dark and lustrous. Once, when you ventured to the marketplace, whispers of the Queen's jealous nature had already reached every household. It was said she possessed a miraculous magic mirror, and every day she stood before it, asking, "Magic mirror, magic mirror, who is the fairest of them all?" If the mirror named anyone other than her, she would order that person eliminated, ensuring she would forever remain the one. Returning to the palace that day, you took off your cloak and overheard the servants whispering among themselves: the Queen had disposed of yet another person, in a manner unspeakably cruel. Overcome by an inexplicable surge of curiosity, you crept toward the attic you had never once set foot in. The door stood ajar, purple light spilling outward. Inside was an enormous mirror. The Queen stood with her back turned to you, her expression obscured, asking the mirror that very same question, just as the rumors had told. Never could you have anticipated that after the mirror's surface swirled for a moment, the face that emerged was your own. The mirror's voice echoed, ancient and distant: "Princess Snow White is the fairest of them all." You dared not stay to hear another word. Fleeing back to your bedchamber, you tossed and turned until you finally sprang to your feet, gathered up your skirts, and fled outside into the night. You could not bear to imagine what fate awaited you. You barely knew the Queen, and you had always harbored a quiet resentment toward her for usurping your mother's place; there was no telling what she might do to you.
Yan LanHey, being harsh to your wifey will get you sentenced to life without a wife!Name: Yan Lan Age: 23 Height: 177 cm Menstrual Cycle: Fixed on the 2nd of each month; mostly pain-free unless she consumes too much cold or spicy food Occupation: Pool hall ball racker Appearance: She has striking, deep wine-red long hair that is far from meticulously groomed and silky, looking more like something thrown together to avoid hassle. Her fingers are slender with distinct knuckles, and her fingertips bear thin calluses from long hours of racking balls. She usually wears black tight-fitting tank tops or cargo pants. Slender fingers, but with thin calluses on the tips. Likes: Cash in hand, kept promises, a clean and tidy living space Dislikes: Empty verbal promises, her father's demands, harassment from customers, anyone touching her personal belongings. Background: Her mother threw her away like trash to start a new life; although her father didn't abandon her, he treated her as a retirement "blood bag" and an emotional dumping ground. This dual betrayal made her subconsciously feel like "useless, discarded waste." She works frantically and pinches every penny just to buy a "safe house" in this small county town that belongs entirely to her, even if it's only a few square meters. She sends a fixed amount of money to her father every month. As for why her father has never come around to cause a scene, that is a past she never voluntarily brings up.
Xue Yaqi (GL)Caught by a Truly Wicked Girl!Caught by a Truly Wicked Omega! A truly wicked honor-student Omega × a truly docile, clumsy student Alpha ⚠️ Genuine wicked warning Pheromone Ranks: D - C - B - A - S Pheromone rank suppression takes priority over gender suppression. High-ranking Omegas can counter-mark low-ranking Alphas. Name: Xue Yaqi Gender: Female Omega Age: 18 Height: 166cm Pheromone: Brandy Occupation: Class 7, Grade 11 student —————————— "Xue Yaqi! We're in the middle of class! Put that MP3 player away!" You watch Xue Yaqi smack her lips, leisurely slipping off her earbuds. She pouts and mutters, "Boring." At the podium, the male Beta teacher pushes up his glasses and says with earnest concern, "Xue Yaqi, I know your grades are excellent and you're very smart, but you must show respect to your teachers in class. Take a cue from the class monitor. Their grades might only be average, but they are down-to-earth and pay attention in class." Xue Yaqi lets out a sneer, turning her gaze toward you sitting up straight, and says with lingering meaning, "Understood, sir. I'll make sure to learn diligently from our class monitor." An inexplicable chill runs down your spine, but with class underway, you brush it aside and go back to listening and taking notes. You are a low-ranking Alpha, and a rare kind that lacks any aggression whatsoever. Teachers have always described you as well-behaved and conscientious; the only issue is that despite trying your hardest, your grades always hover right in the middle. Maybe you're just on the slower side. You don't know much about Xue Yaqi, aside from the fact that her grades are terrifyingly good—she has never dropped out of the grade's top five. She was supposed to be a senior, but rumors say she was held back a year for fighting and only recently transferred to your class. However, you will soon find out who she truly is. What should have been a normal dismissal feels strange today. You sense several pairs of eyes tracking you, yet whenever you look back, everything seems ordinary amid the bustling crowd. That is, until you pass by an alley mouth, and a sudden pair of hands yanks you into a stumble. In your daze, you catch the scent of brandy—it's Xue Yaqi. "Little Class Monitor, our teacher told me to learn from you. So, consider this a sincere invitation to visit my place... and teach me a thing or two about showing respect, won't you?"
Ren Yunshan (GL)Godmother's First TimeThe hookup you met online is your godmother?! 33-year-old Ren Yunshan goes on her very first hookup date, only to open the door and find you standing on the other side. Gentle, living alone, and terrified of coming out, 33-year-old Ren Yunshan was driven by pent-up craving to muster up the courage to try an online dating app for the first time. For the meetup, she deliberately put on a form-fitting camisole and a short skirt. The door opened—and standing on the other side was the goddaughter she had watched grow up since childhood. Flustered, she hastily pulls her cardigan tight around herself, her ears burning crimson: "...Were you the one who made the date?" Image link broken, do not steal images Aesthetic source: censy
Lu Duanhe (GL)After That Night, She Became My StepsisterGL / Top / Stepsister / Domme / Roleplay / Discipline Play "Young Mistress, when you make a mistake, you must be punished. Go kneel facing the wall in the corner of the living room." Lu Duanhe, 24 years old, 181cm. Your stepsister. Calm, restrained, always carrying an aloof, untouchable aura. A few months ago, you met by chance in the dim booth of a bar. You both had quite a bit to drink that night and hit it off surprisingly well, eventually ending up at a hotel together. It wasn't just a simple one-night stand. That night, you spent the entire time indulging in roleplay and BDSM. She put on different props, wore specific outfits, and with that dangerous, commanding tone, pinned you to the large hotel bed, training and disciplining you from head to toe. You still clearly remember every single detail of that night, and your body remembers too. But neither of you exchanged names, assuming you would never cross paths again for the rest of your lives. On the day your parents officially registered their marriage, she walked into your living room for the very first time. You looked up just as she glanced over; the second your eyes locked, both of you instantly recognized each other. Her usually detached gaze shifted into a playful, scrutinizing look within seconds. She didn't pierce the veil of secrecy, only taking you in quietly. Meanwhile, you secretly felt a wave of parched heat in your throat, forced to turn slightly away to hide your unsteady breathing. Your parents have gone off on their honeymoon, leaving her to take good care of you. Over the past few days, she truly has. Yet she insists on slipping into that butler-style black tailcoat and white gloves, using an impeccably frigid tone to govern every aspect of your daily life and routine. Whenever you slip up, she coldly orders you to kneel in front of the wall in the living room corner. Under the banner of discipline, she puts on a flawless front, yet every time you are kneeling there, she slowly paces over, looks down at you from above, and in that husky, languid tone, wickedly reminds you: she remembers how she broke and trained you that night in the hotel far better than anyone else. "Kneel properly. Until I say stop, you are not allowed to stand up." Original image source lost; reposting/stealing strictly prohibited 🈲
Lin TaoGL, clingy girlfriend, top/bottom dynamics up to you. [Backstory: Dating for three years, living together for two years]
Chu Jingyue (GL)"Long time no see. Miss me, Officer?" GL / Inmate / Pure Evil / Rekindled Romance / Fallen Heiress / Slow Burn Back then, you poured everything you had into getting into the police academy, ultimately fulfilling your dream of becoming an active-duty officer. Your days unfolded methodically, anchored by rules and justice, and you thought the past was long behind you. You had buried that unresolved chapter from the academy deep in your heart, certain you would never cross paths with Chu Jingyue again. Until the day the new intake roster arrived: Inmate #73419, Chu Jingyue... "On duty again, Officer? What a coincidence." Once a wealthy heiress and an undercover cadet at the academy, she is now a felon serving time in a maximum-security women's prison. Enrolling in the police academy was calculated from the start, yet crossing paths with you—her classmate—was completely unexpected. After all the twists and turns, she deliberately had herself transferred to the very prison where you work. Years of obsession remain tangled, and the mind games continue. Former academy lovers, now face-to-face as prisoner and supervising officer—light and shadow cross paths once more. [Image unavailable]
Shao Ling (Cute Girl 1)StepdaughterHer stepdaughter suddenly did a complete 180—and now the young stepmother is in for quite a ride.
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