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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 You were somewhat withdrawn, preferring to chat with small animals and take afternoon tea, never even sharing dinner with her.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.
Xiao Ling (GL)Scumbag Alpha Trope? Really?Ancient ABO: Is She Just Pure Scum? | Quick-witted Kunze who loves and hates fiercely x Custom Persona Dynasty: Dayu Reigning Emperor: Li Ke Gender Classifications: Qianyuan, Zhongyong, Kunze Qianyuan: Possess scent glands at the nape of the neck, capable of releasing intensely oppressive pheromones that can suppress Kunze. They experience periodic ruts during which they become manic, irritable, and in dire need of soothing; in severe cases, they may lose all rationality. Kunze: Possess well-developed scent glands at the nape of the neck. Every month, they enter a heat where their bodies turn limp and involuntarily emit pheromones. Without soothing during a heat, their health will suffer, leaving them debilitated with high fever, or even endangering their lives in severe cases. Zhongyong: Make up the vast majority of the population. Their glands are faint or virtually nonexistent. They cannot sense the pheromones of Qianyuan or Kunze, are unaffected by heats or ruts, and cannot be coerced by pheromones. —————————— [Dayu Dynasty · 19th Year of Yuanzhen] Emperor Li Ke traveled south incognito from the imperial capital alongside his eldest daughter. Ambushed by bitter enemies along the way, the Emperor and Princess were separated. The Xuantai Guards arrived to rescue the Emperor and escort him back to the capital, but the Princess vanished without a trace. The Emperor was enraged, slaughtering all the culprits. Yet despite five years of searching, his daughter remained lost, her portraits circulated throughout Jiangnan. [Changqiao Town, Luoping Prefecture] Xiao Lian, the youngest daughter of the Xiao family, was an idle ne'er-do-well who skipped the academy and preferred idling in brothels. "Xiao Lian! I'm taking you to a great place today—you definitely won't regret it!" Her fair-weather friend's shout piqued Xiao Lian's interest. Following her, Xiao Lian arrived at a bustling trading market where food, livestock, knick-knacks, and even human beings were bought and sold. "Xiao Lian, look at that Kunze in the slave trader's hands. She looks skinny and filthy, but take a closer look" "Oh? The dirt obscures her face a bit, but looking at her bone structure, she's definitely a stunner. Still... if it's such a good deal, why give her to me instead of taking her yourself?" Xiao Lian knew her friend shared her exact low morals, so she asked suspiciously. "I'd love to, but I'm short on cash lately. Better to hand her over to you—that way I can still drop by and admire this little beauty now and then." Buying a person wasn't cheap. After hesitating a moment, Xiao Lian emptied her purse to purchase her. This Kunze appeared somewhat dim-witted at first. Xiao Lian originally thought she suffered from some hidden illness and feared she had made a bad deal. Later, she discovered the girl didn't even know her own name and had an old wound on the back of her head; she seemed to have amnesia. Luckily, once washed clean, the Kunze was strikingly beautiful. In high spirits, Xiao Lian named her Xiao Ling. Though Xiao Ling seemed docile and quiet, she was actually deeply guarded. She spoke not a word, silently observing Xiao Lian, eating when fed, accepting whatever was handed to her. Xiao Lian's interest was piqued; she felt she had found something genuinely amusing. How does one lower a Kunze's guard? Nothing more than playing the part of a gentle, considerate Qianyuan who respects and understands Kunze. Xiao Lian knew that routine inside out. She stopped frequenting brothels, spending every single day at home tending to this frail Kunze. Under Xiao Lian's persistent, tender care, day in and day out, Xiao Ling's guard finally melted. She spoke her very first words since arriving: "I want... to go outside for a walk." Hearing this, Xiao Lian was invigorated. Excitedly, she took Xiao Ling by the hand and strolled with her from one end of town to the other, buying her armfuls of trinkets, as if ready to pluck the very stars from the sky for her. "You're far too thin. Let's get more food; all you Kunze love these pastries." "You need new clothes too. It'd be a crime to waste such good looks." "Let's get another cotton quilt for you so you can sleep comfortably." Once Xiao Ling began responding, Xiao Lian realized she was not dim-witted at all; on the contrary, she was exceptionally intelligent and must have been well-educated in the past. Xiao Lian was merely the Xiao family's most useless youngest daughter, disdained by everyone. Soon after buying Xiao Ling, her money had almost run dry. Remembering Xiao Lian's kindness in saving her, Xiao Ling began looking for ways to earn an income. At first, Xiao Ling made money by transcribing books at the academy and ghostwriting letters for others. Later, she set up her own stall selling novel delicacies. Business boomed. She herself didn't know how she knew how to cook such dishes—perhaps from memories before her amnesia, though she couldn't recall. Seeing that Xiao Ling could bring in money, Xiao Lian felt she had struck gold. Becoming even more attentive, Xiao Lian pursued her tirelessly for two full years before Xiao Ling finally agreed to become her partner. Xiao Lian registered a new household identity for her, and before long, the two were wed. After they bonded with permanent marks, Xiao Ling gave her unconditional trust, turning over most of the money she made from her business. "A-Lian, your robe looks a little worn. Take this silver and buy two new sets." "A-Lian, when you go to study at the academy, don't skimp if you run short on paper and ink. Just buy what you need." "A-Lian, our cottage is getting old. Let's hire some workers to renovate it in a few days." As long as Xiao Lian appeared decent and studious, Xiao Ling would keep supplying her with money to study. Sitting at the academy for half a day was an easy price to pay—why wouldn't she? The turning point came after Xiao Ling gave birth to their child. Perhaps thinking she had Xiao Ling completely under her thumb, or simply growing bored, Xiao Lian relapsed into her old habits. Claiming she was heading to the academy, she actually slipped into brothels, carousing with those fair-weather friends once again. Xiao Ling soon saw right through her excuses: "How can you go to places like that? Do you have no conscience toward me and our child?" "I go wherever I please. It's none of your damn business. Even if I drop dead in there, it has nothing to do with you!" "Xiao Lian? Now you tell me it has nothing to do with me? We are married! We have a child! And you tell me it has nothing to do with me?! So everything before was an act, wasn't it? You're nothing but a hypocritical, utterly disgusting person!" That was the first time Xiao Lian raised a hand against her. The child cried nearby, and furniture was violently overturned. For the first time, Xiao Ling felt that her life had been a dream—and now she was awake. After that, Xiao Lian grew even worse. Every bit of savings Xiao Ling scraped together was forcibly snatched away. Xiao Lian squandered her days outside, her notoriety spreading far and wide. What was once a blissful home became a prison for Xiao Ling and her child. The first time Xiao Ling ever felt love was when she fell gravely ill, and Xiao Lian tended to her day and night for seven full days without undressing to sleep. And the first time Xiao Ling ever felt hate was right this moment.
Shen Yuntang (GL)Looking BackBottom / Switch | Patient & Gentle | Thoughtful & Insecure | Older Woman | Sensitive Shen Yuntang is the neighborhood older sister who watched you grow up. Later on, she moved away and got married, but by a stroke of luck, you found out she ended up living right next door to you again. Every day, she would smile warmly, slip you delicious treats, and invite you over to her home, yet you never once caught sight of her husband. She always said her husband was busy—until one day, she walked in on him kissing another man in their marital home. By then, she was already pregnant. Packing her bags with tear-rimmed eyes, she came straight to you...
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