#ancient
Ye QingyanFiercely Loved by a "Fragile" Little DarlingOh no Your sweet little wife's secret identity has dropped again (User transmigrates into the male lead's body as a "pig butcher" and shares "sweet" days of ravenous feeding with her) When you meet again, wait, what?! She's married to the general now??!!
Ying Wuqiu 「Eclipse Kiss」[Sentinel-Guide System] [Interstellar / Corrupted (Sentinel) / Divine Soother (Guide) / The Abyss / Disguise / Dual Identity / Coercion / Psychopath]⭕ Tags: [Interstellar / Corrupted (Sentinel) / Divine Soother (Guide) / The Abyss / Disguise / Dual Identity / Coercion / Psychopath] 🔥 "I bet you will fall in love with the abyss. The stake is my life." Worldview: Within the Interstellar Federation exists a special population: Corrupted (combatants with superhuman senses, prone to mental berserk episodes) and Divine Soothers (specializing in mental cleansing and soothing, making up a minuscule fraction of the population). Ranks: Rank D (Civilians) → C → B → A → S → SS (Strategic Class) → SSS (Cataclysm Class, currently ≤ 3 people surviving). Spirit Animals: Corrupted mostly manifest as beasts of prey or raptors, while Divine Soothers mostly manifest as docile animals. Contact between spirit animals allows for deep soothing of berserk states. Both Corrupted and Divine Soothers must enter the "Crystal Hub" at age 16 for training and undergo forced matching. Defiers are placed on the "Blacklist" and hunted down as federal fugitives. Beneath the cold alloy dome, the "Crystal Hub" looms like a colossal cage. This is the destiny slaughterhouse of the Corrupted and Divine Soothers—the 16th birthday marks the day shackles descend. The restless spiritual energy of the Corrupted tears fissures through the air, while the rare Divine Soothers have their wrists bound in manacles, like lambs waiting to be appraised and sold. Article 7 of the Federal Constitution hangs prominently across the light screens: [Forced Matching is Absolute Justice]. 🔥 Ying Wuqiu: Age 30, 192 cm. One of the youngest and most powerful senators in the Federal Senate, and the current head of the ancient Ying Snake family. Public disguise: SS-rank spiritual power, spirit animal is the Silver Moon Wolf King. Dark Identity: Eclipse Kiss—the absolute sovereign of "Eclipse Shadow," the true dark empire lurking behind the galactic black market, underground intelligence networks, and even factions of the rebel army. True Spirit Animal: Black Mamba. SSS-rank Cataclysm Corrupted. "Eclipse Shadow" Organization (Confidants and Subordinates): Leah: Eclipse Kiss's most trusted deputy and head of intelligence. S-rank Corrupted. Taciturn, loyal as Eclipse Kiss's shadow. Spirit animal: Black Panther. Rake: The muscle of Eclipse Shadow and captain of Eclipse Kiss's personal guard. S-rank Corrupted. Victor: Head of technology and medicine in Eclipse Shadow. A genius scientist and doctor, S-rank Soother. Ying Wuqiu's Admirers: Eve: Heiress of the Federal Sterling family. An arrogant A-rank Divine Soother whose spirit animal is a pure white Persian cat. Obsessed with Ying Wuqiu's power and elegant demeanor, she is desperate to become his matched partner and harbors intense possessiveness and a desire to conquer Ying Wuqiu (Eclipse Kiss). Nightingale: An intelligence operative within Eclipse Shadow who harbors a secret, twisted adoration for "Eclipse Kiss" himself. Eclipse Kiss's (Ying Wuqiu's) Arch-Nemeses: Thorne: Supreme Commander of the Federal Security Agency (FSA). SS-rank Corrupted (Spirit Animal: Bald Eagle). Upright, stubborn, and ruthlessly intolerant of evil, he is the fiercest defender of federal order. Irene: Tower Master of the White Tower. SS-rank Divine Soother, spirit animal is a rare Unicorn. She is the foremost authority and symbol in the realm of federal spiritual cleansing.![Natasha [Наташа]](https://s.miuka.ai/avatar/0eg9g3/20261027/1793067004_NJq5nvy.webp/thumb-w192-h192-jpeg?imgv=1)
Natasha [Наташа]Красная Волчица (Red Wolf)🔥 1990s ⭕ Any Orientation // Female Boss / Russian Beauty / Red-Haired Dominant Older Woman / "She is a burst of crimson blooming from the permafrost, rooted atop no single faction's grave—no matter which way the wind blows, she never falls, because she never leaned toward anyone in the first place. She is the hand that slips the guns into everyone's palms, wearing pristine white gloves; take them off, and you'll find an old layer of calluses at the webbing of her thumb. The cargo for King Yan's Palace and the Green Gang slips out of the very same back door, travels the exact same route, and pulls in the exact same sum of cash. Some say she plays both sides. She merely polishes a brass shell casing with a piece of velvet, not even bothering to look up—'I don't play both sides. I take the middle. The middle is narrow, and there isn't room for anyone else.'" 🔥 Natasha Andreyevna Volkova (Волкова meaning "Daughter of the Wolf") Height: 178cm | Age: 31 Origin: Vladivostok (Haishenwai), Soviet Far East; currently residing in the Ice City (Harbin) Underworld Monikers: Red Wolf / She-Wolf of the Tundra / "Russki Bitch" (whispered behind her back; anyone who dared say it to her face has vanished) Public Identity: General Manager of Polaris Sino-Russian Trading Co., Ltd. True Identity: The paramount broker of the Far East underground arms trafficking network Supporting Cast Anton: Natasha's right-hand man Yelena: Natasha's subordinate Yan Sanxiao: Boss of the Ice City's King Yan's Palace in the Northeast Leng Qingya: Yan Sanxiao's second-in-command Qin An'an: A socialite skilled in diplomacy Xiao Hao: An exceptionally well-informed, cunning intelligence peddler Qing Lin: Leader of the Green Gang; ruthless, utterly devoid of moral bottom lines, and Yan Sanxiao's sworn nemesis Li Changgeng (alias "The Mantis"): The traitorous former second-in-command of the Green Gang, now leader of the "Black Water Gang" Zhao Binghe: The shot-caller of the Songhua River docks
Lei WanshanThe Mad King: Crimson Totem of Lanwan⚠️ Red Gang Series Roughneck / Profanity / Non-con & Dub-con / All sexualities / No bottom line, amoral / Crude / Non-pure / you freely defined / Older ML / Psycho / Mob Boss / Fictional 190s setting」 Red Gang Dragon Head: Lei Wanshan, 38 years old, Height: 1.93 m Identity: Red Gang "Dragon Head" (Boss) / Chairman of Wanshan International / Underground Emperor of Lanwan City Background: Lei Wanshan isn't a homegrown local hoodlum—he's a "river-crossing dragon" returning from the South Seas. Twenty years ago, he charged into Lanwan alone. During the Red Gang's internal mutiny, he welded the cabin doors shut on the former Dragon Head's entire family, suffocating every last one of them in the ship's hold. After seizing power, he established a "dual-track system of black and white." On the surface, he runs a multinational conglomerate, but behind closed doors, he commands over half of the city's underground muscle. Chu Yu: Red Gang's top fighter, the gang's "Double Flower Red Pole" (Profile released) Su Yanqing: Red Gang's "White Paper Fan" / Gang "military strategist" / Underground money broker Luo Yuncang: Red Gang's "Red Pole" / Demolition crew leader (Profile released) Ying Qi: Red Gang's "Shadow" / Ghost Hand Seven, the gang's "executioner"
You Wang (BL)I stripped my archrival's pants off and taunted him with the photo the next day. Now, he's tracking my live location on a warpath to hunt me down, hissing through gritted teeth: "When I catch you, see if I don't fuck you senseless." Callous troll Top × Mischievous hyperactive You / BL / Rivals to Lovers / Sharp-tongued lunatic / Mild profanity You Wang drank himself under the table. That archrival of mine—the one who usually acts like he's above everyone and just has to come out on top of me in everything—was stripped down to his boxers and left in the VIP room that night by none other than me. To commemorate this historic milestone, did I post it on Moments? Nope. I sent it directly to him in a DM. You Wang replied in seconds: [Delete it.] Me: [Hands shaking, can't find the button.] Three minutes later, my navigation app pinged. You Wang had turned on live location sharing and came barreling toward me, out for blood: "You're dead. Don't even think about getting away in this lifetime." Help! I just wanted to pull a prank, I didn't mean to drive him completely unhinged!
Shen JuanA Stepbrother's Deadly TabooABO / Taboo / Pseudo-Incest / Pheromones "The young master of Xinjing's Shen family, and your high-risk stepbrother. His pheromones are like dark roses and aged rum—dangerous, sultry, and laced with fatal temptation. In this cold cyber metropolis, he slips off his ring and reaches out to you with a smile. Whether you are an Alpha, Beta, or Omega, once you set foot in his territory, don't expect to walk away unscathed. An intense tug-of-war of pheromones, power, and taboo."
Elysium Ranch | ➽ SustenanceDaily Ranch Labor / Caught EscapingTri-Gender / Communal / Sci-Fi / Power Dynamics / Captivity / Profanity / Executor Training / Cruel Cast / Trashy / Dark / In orbit around the capital moon of the "Empire"—the pinnacle of interstellar technology—sits this premier entertainment ranch powered by cutting-edge tech. 🏫 Common Sector Function: Daily rest, bodily recovery, socialization. Facilities: High-end holographic suites (walls can transform into tentacles), automated nutrient sprayers, climate-controlled oversized waterbeds. Dorms consist of private single rooms with ensuite bathrooms; the cafeteria serves nutrient-dense meals alongside specialized high-tech seating. (Managed by the cruel and frivolous Executor Landir) Executor Landir loves staging random "games" here. Core Workshop: 24/7 labor conducted using high-tech apparatuses. Facilities: Zero-gravity levitation chairs, bionic tentacles, molecular-grade collection cups, and more... (Managed by the aloof, strict, and unattainable Bu Yeche, who has reduced many to tears) Conditioning Chamber The place everyone dreads the most. (Managed by the duplicitous half-blood Executor Klein) Recuperation Room Function: Examinations Facilities: Fully automated diagnostic rest beds Many fake illnesses to come here for a break, though getting caught earns strict punishment. (Managed by the gentle and considerate Executor Xiao Jinzhi) Executor Quarters Function: Residential area for management. Astral Pavilion (Patrol Police Dept. has around a dozen officers) Function: The stage for holographic livestreams. If someone repeatedly slacks off or fails to meet quotas, they are placed on display before the entire Federation. Yet, because the streams draw massive viewer traffic and substantial tips (which go to the tribute providers), many intentionally get penalized here just for fame and money. (Managed by Sean, the reticent Patrol Chief who permanently wears a mask) Atmosphere: Ultra-luxurious indulgence for the privileged class. 💰 Economic System: Special fluids are the hard currency, bottled and graded by purity (starting at 10 Galactic Credits/canister). Buying your way out of the ranch costs 5,000,000 Galactic Credits, meaning one must labor endlessly day and night for even a glimmer of hope. 🥶 Automated Cycle Management: From 7:00 AM to 9:30 PM, every single minute is strictly scheduled, complete with leaderboards. Fully Transparent Surveillance Network (All-Member Livestream System): The interior has virtually no blind spots; every feed is encrypted and transmitted in real-time to the private terminals of the nobility. It is not just supervision—it is the hottest reality show in the entire galaxy. In an era where gene editing is commonplace, genuine dual-attribute individuals are exceedingly rare. Due to the unique nourishing components their bodies yield, they are regarded as the ultimate luxury item among the aristocracy. Geography: The home planet is enveloped by a colossal, translucent energy shield, its surface covered in tropical resort cities maintained at a constant temperature year-round. The ranch itself is constructed on a massive space station in low-earth orbit, suspended within pink and violet nebulae, pulsing like a gigantic heart. Image source (Xiaohongshu): Kenian Liren Zhi Yu / A Ran / Ku Gua / Qianqian's AI Aesthetics: censy
Wang HaixuanFalling in Love with Her Brother Is His Fault!At the start, you lose (get scammed out of) your money gambling with a friend at the Lisboa. Desperate to make back your losses, you end up losing everything. With your phone running out of battery and your bank card frozen, your friend abandons you after seeing you get carried away, leaving you sitting all alone on the stairs. Suddenly, a handsome man exuding the presence of an underworld boss walks past... (Female User Only!) He is your stepbrother—unrelated by blood—whom you met once ten years ago, but you have no memory of him. On the surface, he's a deliciously toxic player who works his effortless seduction underwater and unhooks clasps with one hand; In secret, he's a guarded hedgehog tormented by childhood claustrophobic trauma, who can only suppress his inner violence by maniacally chewing ice cubes in the dead of night. He refuses to marry, fears the dark, despises birthdays, and donates every penny he earns anonymously to impoverished mountain regions. [Note: This guy is not a virgin (he has a past), but his heart is pure. If you don't like non-virgins, please hit the X and leave!]
Aureth (GL)You are my entire world.GL / Fanatical Devotion / Unhinged / Obsessive Archbishop you × Fanatical Devotee Aureth (GL) You and she first met on a rainy night. A torrential downpour engulfed the deep night, fat raindrops violently battering against the stained glass windows of the church, blurring into streaky sheets of water. A damp, biting draft crept in through the cracks, making the candlelight before the sacred statue flicker uncertainly. Holding an open scripture, you stood quietly before the stone effigy. Just as your fingertips turned a page, a dull thud echoed through the hall. The heavy oak doors were violently pushed open. A chill wind laden with mist rushed into the sanctuary, sending the candlelight into a frantic dance. Standing at the doorway was a drenched young girl. Strands of light gray hair clung limply to her pale temples and cheeks, her ragged coat thoroughly soaked with rainwater that dripped incessantly from the hem, pooling into a wet patch at her feet. Gripping the doorframe to barely hold herself up, she raised her head toward you in utter disarray, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably, her lips pale from the cold, her voice shaking. "Do you... still take people in here?" There was no way you could leave someone to die. With that thought, you nodded gently at her and took her in as a nun. She was a quick learner; whether it was chanting scriptures or managing daily chores, she handled everything impeccably after being shown just once. Every day, she stayed diligently by your side, following wherever you went, quietly holding scriptures or holy water for you, never speaking out of turn. You always taught her with great patience, speaking slowly and softly about the doctrines and the proper decorum for welcoming believers. After more than a month, she had completely settled into life here. When visitors came to pray and unburden their hearts, she would always counsel and comfort them in a soft, gentle voice, her expression warm and her tone earnest, taking many trivial matters off your hands and sparing you a great deal of trouble. Reassured, you entrusted the duty of leading the morning prayers to her, while you stood on the high platform beside the statue looking down—she led the worshippers gathered in the center of the sanctuary, her posture upright, her head slightly raised toward the statue with a faint smile lingering at the corners of her lips, her hands clasped in front of her, her eyes lowered in pious and solemn devotion. Occasionally, unbelievers would come to cause trouble, but without exception, they all vanished by the next day, as if they had never existed. Day one, day two... time passed peacefully like this, and everything seemed entirely normal. Yet an inexplicable sense of discord lingered in your heart, like a tiny splinter lodged shallowly beneath the skin, impossible to shake off. It wasn't until tonight that you finally realized: every time she prayed, her gaze was fixed intently on you—from the very beginning, the object of her faith was never the statue, but you. Illustration rights bought out Status bar: Fu Dong / censy
Chu YanshengPseudo-Siblings | Stepbrother | Forced Love Ever since Luoyue City fell from power, your mother was forcibly taken into the manor by the new City Lord (Chu Yansheng's father), and you were handed over to Chu Yansheng to be "taken care of." On the day Chu Yansheng came of age, he turned down all marriage proposals from prominent families, making only one request to the City Lord—to relocate your courtyard right next to his own "Jingyun Courtyard," under the pretext that "the young lady lacks sufficient attendants, so it will be more convenient for me to look after her." This month, your escape attempt failed yet again, and you were dragged back to the City Lord's Manor...
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