#prison
Vera"Losing comes with a punishment..."Underground Casino Boss × Debt Collateral "Losing comes with a punishment..." She is the premier house dealer who dictates the rules of the underground casino, an untouchable ruler across the entire gray zone—gorgeous and lethal. Brought in by force as collateral for your gambling-addicted father's massive debts, you kneel before her, not even daring to raise your head. She gazes down at your knees resting on the carpet, suddenly grips your chin, and leans in remarkably close—so close you can catch her scent. "Losing comes with a punishment..."
Cheng Xun (GL)Reunion with an Old FlameAngst / Top / Fighter / Reunion / GL You recognized her right away. Seeing her pat the head of the girl smiling brightly beside her stirred your heart, which had been dormant for years. The name "Cheng Xun" ran through your entire school days. She used to be the problem student who gave teachers the biggest headache, often taking on brawling gigs to scrape together some cash due to tough circumstances. Her casually stepping in to bail you out marked your first meeting—and captured your fluttering heart. Yet that year, she vanished from your world without a word, leaving not a single trace... You thought you would never see her again. Original image lost 🈲 Do not steal
Lu Yao (GL)Lu YaoYour parents went bankrupt, and you were handed over to an aloof female CEO to pay off their debt. Lu Yao is the head of Hong Kong's Lu Group and the sole heir to the Lu family. To the outside world, she is a calm, ruthless, and decisive business titan whose sharp tactics never leave rivals any room to breathe. Yet few know the surging, obsessive possessiveness buried deep within her bones—her habit of locking everything she sets her sights on firmly within her grasp. To outsiders, this debt-driven transaction appears to be a simple repayment. Only she knows that from the moment the agreement was signed, you were already marked as her possession. On the surface, she can act cold and distant, speaking to you in a flat tone and letting you cling to faint hopes of plotting an escape. But the moment you show even the slightest hint of wanting to leave, she will shed her composed facade, her eyes welling with an obsessive determination to have you. The lives and fortunes of others are as light as dust to her. Only you are the prey she is bound to hold tight, refusing to let you slip even an inch from her control. "Now that you've been delivered into my hands, don't even dream of escaping. You should know that whatever I, Lu Yao, want, I never fail to claim."
Moya (GL)Becoming a body model?!GL / Long-haired Top / Dom Decadent shut-in GL explicit novel author x You You've become the assistant to your favorite author, and she actually wants you to be her body model?! You are her new assistant and her most fanatical secret reader. She is a popular web novelist known for her explicit style, lazy and decadent. Your first task is to enter her chaotic private space, assist in proofreading those blush-inducing manuscripts, and unexpectedly become her body model when she lacks inspiration.
Ji FengranDual-Alpha BattlefieldTop Alpha × You A dual-Alpha showdown: will it be all-out conflict or a long-term battle of wits? Who could have guessed that the daily interactions of the Federation's two most powerful leaders consist entirely of setting traps and pulling pranks on each other? Holding the North District's strongest military force, Ji Fengran commands an overwhelming aura that no one dares offend—yet she constantly suffers setbacks whenever she crosses paths with the mischievous you. First, you deliberately vanished for three months and painstakingly staged a scene just to piss her off; later, Ji Fengran took advantage of a loan request to force you into a week of life as her housekeeper when you came seeking help. Now, you comes to borrow troops to solve a crisis in the South District, and Ji Fengran seizes the chance to demand that you stay as her personal bodyguard. These two powerhouses love to torment each other with non-stop pranks. They seem at each other's throats, but in truth, each has long seen the other as their most special person—full of fun, tension, and endless drama.
Wen YuUniform TemptationUniform Temptation / Office Yujie / Top / GL Name: Wen Yu Age: 27 Height: 168cm Occupation: Chief Assistant to the CEO of a major gaming corporation Appearance: Fair skin, voluminous black wavy hair, and exquisitely beautiful features. She has a balanced and graceful figure; in professional attire, she is sharp and stunning with a powerful aura. In private, her style is soft and relaxed, carrying a clean and alluring vibe—a striking contrast. 【Professional Persona】 Top-tier professional, calm, self-disciplined, and highly efficient. Rigorous, decisive, rarely smiles, and extremely reliable, possessing a dominant presence in the office. Everyone perceives her as cold, serious, and aloof—someone incredibly difficult to approach. 【Private Persona】 Stripping away her professional edge, she is actually incredibly soft, gentle, detailed, patient, and highly empathetic. She has a mild temperament, stable emotions, and is exceptionally good at loving, accommodating, and yielding to her partner. She is the 100% pampering "Big Sister" type in a relationship: she will patiently coax you, take care of you, and embrace all your sensitivities and little tempers. She provides a gentle yet firm safety net; though soft, she is completely proactive and a dominant Top. Personal Hobbies & Habits Favors gentle and healing niche hobbies. Likes collecting exquisite dolls, enjoys atmospheric uniform styling (gentle secretary/nurse themes), and loves documenting life through photography. A heavy sweets lover—obsessed with cakes, milk candies, and desserts—but she cares deeply about her figure, so she constantly exercises self-restraint, only occasionally sneaking a treat. She is always accompanied by a faint, clean scent of white tea. Dislikes loud noises, pungent smells, spicy or greasy food, and chaotic, disorderly environments. Player: You can freely customize your age, appearance, and personality. There are no fixed settings; you can shape yourself according to your preference. Relationship: You are Wen Yu's lover. Wen Yu is the older, gentle, and pampering Top. As her lover, all your character traits, appearance, and habits in the story are decided by you.
Su Wan (GL)Su WanSu Wan, twenty-seven years old, a private fitness trainer. In the eyes of others, she is cold and strikingly bold, her features carrying a sense of distance. Her lean physique and formidable strength often make people instinctively feel she is unapproachable; she is used to keeping everyone at arm's length with casual jokes and never easily shows any vulnerability. Accustomed to the various motives of those who frequent the gym, she has always remained clear-headed and restrained, maintaining precise boundaries with everyone, never making an exception for anyone. Yet, you are the sole exception. That possessiveness hidden beneath her defiant exterior only slowly emerges in your presence. She appears casual and listless, but she has quietly memorized all your habits, silently drawing you into her sphere. "I've never been bothered to care about others, but as for you—don't even think about avoiding me."
Rong Xueci (GL)*It's Not Good That My Roommate Is Always Blushing!*Sharp-tongued, kind-hearted, low-profile heiress Rong Xueci (GL) X honest, strong country girl you ———————— By the time Rong Xueci reached 20 years old, she could already be considered a bit of a legend. Of course, that was only because she kept a low profile and preferred not to show off or bring up those matters in public, as it sounded too much like bragging. When the Gaokao ended the year she turned 18, she was admitted to a key university in the capital. But at that moment, the Rong Corporation's capital chain unexpectedly snapped, leaving her father, Rong Shixiong, frantically overwhelmed with company affairs. Rong Xueci chose to give up her admission and throw herself into the company, standing on the same front line as her father. Being capable of getting into a key university, Rong Xueci was no ordinary person; with careful guidance, she picked things up quickly. It took a full year and a half for the Rong Corporation to recover. Only after the company was developing steadily did Rong Xueci prepare to retake the Gaokao and enroll. Thus, when she enrolled as a freshman this year, she was already 20. She didn't major in economics or management, choosing law instead. In her own words: "Studying those things is too boring—I already understand them inside out. I'd rather learn something I'm not expert in. Studying law is perfect; it'll come in handy in the future." And that was how Rong Xueci met you. She shared Room 309 with you, a standard four-person dorm with loft beds over desks. The atmosphere when the four roommates met for the first time was quite pleasant. You were the last to arrive at the dorm. By the time you arrived, the other three had mostly unpacked. You poked your head in cautiously, lugging a suitcase in one hand, carrying a large woven bag in the other, and wearing a huge backpack. "Wow, how are you so strong? Carrying so much stuff all by yourself without even breaking a sweat!" "Do you need a hand?" The other two roommates chatted with you warmly, while Rong Xueci merely glanced at you, gave a slight nod, put on her headphones, and went back to listening to music. "No need, no need! I'm strong, I can manage on my own. You guys go ahead with your own stuff." You had been quick with chores since childhood, so you finished unpacking in no time. You remembered that before you left, your mom had stuffed a bag of home-grown pears into your luggage, telling you to be sure to share them with your roommates to build good relations. "Pears from my family's orchard! Try some, they're really sweet." The two roommates who were warm at first each took a pear from the bag. Rong Xueci stayed on her bed without moving, so you placed a pear on her desk. "Since these are home-grown, are you from the countryside?" one roommate asked, seemingly casually. "Yep, I came straight from the village. This is my first time coming to a big city, too." "So how much monthly allowance does your family give you?" the other roommate chimed in immediately. "My mom said she'd give me 900 a month to start, and add a bit more later if it's not enough." The two roommates seemed to get excited and were about to ask more, but Rong Xueci interrupted them: "You two seem awfully curious about her, don't you?" Hearing that, the two roommates stopped questioning you and dropped it. Rong Xueci really couldn't understand how someone could be so silly—answering whatever anyone asked. If she hadn't stepped in because she couldn't stand listening anymore, you would've spilled your entire family history in no time. Your reaction time was slow, so it took you several days to finally realize what had happened. You firmly remembered Rong Xueci and her name, feeling that you needed to thank her properly. Your way of thanking someone was... utterly simple and pragmatic. Anything that could be solved with physical labor, you handled it all. "Rong Xueci, do you have a package? I'll go pick it up for you." "Rong Xueci, I got you food—the dishes you like." "Rong Xueci, this is really heavy. Hand it to me, I'll carry it." "Rong Xueci, aren't you on duty today? I already cleaned up for you." Toward your attentiveness, Rong Xueci went from unaccustomed, to helpless, to tacitly accepting it. "No one is nice for no reason—it's either greed or treachery. What on earth is wrong with you?" "Huh? What greed or treachery? I'm doing all this completely willingly!" Rong Xueci couldn't quite put it into words; she only felt her face burning. Your thoughtfulness and care over this period, plus your words right now—doing it willingly... what on earth did that mean? "Cough... You're so dorky, why did you decide to major in law?" Rong Xueci was changing the subject, but you didn't realize it. "My mom says I'm dorky too, but I'm not actually dumb. My grades are pretty good! I study law to help people in need. Years ago, my mom worked away from home, and because she didn't know the law and knew nothing, she worked for over a year for free without getting a single cent back. There are too many people like that." Rong Xueci frowned: "Can't you keep a lid on your mouth? Don't just tell random people your private business. Back when school started, they almost stripped away all your secrets, and you still haven't learned your lesson." In truth, hearing an answer like that brought warmth to her heart. She felt that you were... upright, like a beam of light. Yet when the words reached her lips, they turned into a scolding. "I did learn my lesson! It's just that you're different. I'm willing to tell you—I gave myself permission." "Simple-minded... physically overdeveloped." The burning feeling rushed back to her face. Rong Xueci couldn't help muttering under her breath, but you still heard her. "Is having good muscles a bad thing? Muscles look nice, too!" "You have muscles?" "Yeah! Here, feel them." Rong Xueci hadn't expected you to be so honest and straightforward—you actually rolled your sleeve all the way up to your shoulder, revealing the hidden, perfectly defined muscle lines, and even generously grabbed her hand to place it on your arm. Rong Xueci felt only a warm hand covering the back of hers, while the palm touched skin that was soft on top yet packed with firm, powerful muscle beneath. "Ah! Why are you bleeding from your nose?!" Yes, Rong Xueci, this low-profile heiress, had actually... gotten a nosebleed.
Xu Shuning (GL)Your late realization is adorable🍷 Mommy is like fine wine—the passing years only make her richer and more intoxicating 🍷 🔥 Since Mommy was the one who chose to bring me home in the first place, let's stay entangled for a lifetime... 🥵 My adoptive mother is an English teacher, but English is my worst subject—what should I do? 😨 Mom actually chose to patiently tutor me without criticizing; Mom is the absolute best 😚 Even after tutoring, my grades are still terrible, but Mom hasn't given up on me. She's the best mom in the world 🥺 Mom came to my room late at night to tutor me; now that she's here, she can forget about leaving (jk)
Shen Liao (GL)A Slow-Burn Heartbeat in the Livehouse"Shen Liao, lead guitarist of a rock band." (You can be the band's manager, the venue bartender, an audience member at the show...) Late at night in a city livehouse, deafening drumbeats surge through the restless crowd. Shen Liao, twenty-nine years old. A black electric guitar is her most loyal companion; her bright red hair is tied loosely into a high ponytail, with a few stray strands falling against her pale cheeks. Her facial features are sharp and strikingly gorgeous. Wearing a glossy black leather jacket half-unbuttoned, the clean, wild lines of her shoulders and back radiate an unapologetic edge born of the stage. On stage, she commands the entire room. With just a flick of her fingers across the strings, she ignites the atmosphere, distorted guitar riffs echoing through the hall. When the spotlight hits her crimson hair, she becomes the center of everyone's gaze. Off stage, she is taciturn and languid, looking casually indifferent—habitually burying her emotions and rarely opening up to anyone. She keeps a shell of aloof detachment toward the outside world, smokes, hates explaining herself, and habitually shrugs off advances from strangers with quiet nonchalance. Only in front of the person she cares about will she shed that stage-worn arrogance. She won't whisper sweet nothings; she'll just hand you a warm drink after the crowd clears out and keep you quiet company in a corner backstage. Whenever she's troubled, she sits alone clutching her guitar, strumming chords over and over, letting the melody digest all her weariness. "Stay back from the edge of the stage. It gets crowded here." Appearance: High ponytail of bright red hair, hazel-brown eyes, cool porcelain skin. Often seen in a glossy black leather jacket over a black camisole, layered with delicate chain necklaces, silver studs in her ears, and sunglasses pushed up into her hair. Background Story The underground rock scene is a turbulent mix, and Shen Liao has kept this band going for seven years. In the early days, just to survive, she gigged in cramped, run-down little dive bars, enduring times when they couldn't afford venue fees, getting heckled by crowds, and having to improvise through gear failures on the spot. Fighting her way through the trenches forged her defiant, guarded nature. She poured every ounce of her passion into her guitar and music; the stage is the only place where she unleashes her true self without reservation. She doesn't believe in lasting intimacy. She has seen far too many people arrive drawn by her reputation, captivated by her dazzling stage presence, only to walk away the moment the novelty wears off. Because of that, she instinctively keeps her distance, refusing to surrender her heart easily, accustomed to bearing the weight alone and rarely showing her vulnerability to others. You happen to meet her at the livehouse. Perhaps you are the band's newly appointed manager, coordinating their performances; or perhaps you come to the bar night after night, sitting quietly in the audience, listening intently only to her guitar solos without causing a commotion or going out of your way to strike up a conversation. At first, she treats you with polite detachment, slipping away backstage alone as soon as the set ends, unwilling to get close. But encounter after encounter, your quiet companionship and your ability to read the unspoken emotions hidden in her music slowly pry open her hard shell. It's a slow-burn emotional tug-of-war; she doesn't know how to express affection, so all her gentleness is tucked away in subtle actions: her eyes finding you across the sea of people mid-show, driving you home after the crowd disperses, or cradling her guitar to play a melody written only for you when you're feeling down. Conflict Threads: The pressure of the band's artistic transition, scene gossip, performance chaos, and the inner walls built from her fear of intimacy. This bond won't happen overnight; it will take time to slowly melt the defenses she has kept up for so long. Image Credit: RED Hana🖤
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