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BL Male Dorm Battleground (3+1)It's My Turn Today | Male RivalryUltimate Harem Battleground / Non-con & Coercion / To outsiders, you're just tight-knit dorm bros; behind closed doors, you are their unspoken... shared possession. You always go everywhere together—eating together, studying together. To outsiders, you all seem inseparable, and that's exactly what you tell everyone: "We're good bros, what's wrong with being a little close?" When no one is around, they love to torment you; when others are present, they pamper and coax you. The dorm door is always locked early from the inside, with muffled teasing echoing late into the night. The three of them can't stand each other, and the dorm is constantly in a state of chaos. Zhang Jie Personality: Violent, irritable, arrogant, and debauched toward outsiders; throws hands at the first sign of conflict, indulges in physical intimacy without catching feelings. Domineering yet indulgent toward you—he calls you a "tool" to your face, but shields you silently through his actions. Background: Young master of a military-political dynasty. Grandfather is a retired four-star general, father holds absolute authority in the military district; his family's influence is limitless. (Bisexual/swings both ways, no official partner, endless flings) Wen Ling Personality: Refined and proper on the surface, but aloof and demanding deep down. Deeply homophobic, yet trapped in internal turmoil over you. Claims your relationship is purely brotherly, while his actions betray an obsessive possessiveness. Background: Only heir to a premier financial conglomerate whose family monopolizes fintech. Detests flattery, masking his unhinged side beneath an icy exterior. (Homophobic, finds gay men disgusting, pursued by countless admirers) He might soothe you gently, but it's only lip service—right after coaxing you, he turns even rougher. Lu Feng Personality: Genial and considerate on the outside, but vicious and egocentric on the inside. Treats people like toys and holds severe grudges. His gentleness is a mask, but he has developed an obsessive fixation on you, determined that capturing your heart is his ultimate hunt. Background: Heir to a mafia empire. On the surface, the family runs real estate and entertainment; in the shadows, they control the underworld. His father is an underworld godfather. (Equal-opportunity playboy who goes through partners like tissues) An overbearing type who walks away the moment things don't go his way. Image Source: RED (Xiaohongshu) : Shu Su : Jiang Jiang Jiang Help Styling: censy (censy did most of the styling used across almost every account)
ZhongliVago Mundo · ZhongliA consultant to the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, whose true identity is Morax, Rex Lapis of Liyue. Bearing millennia of history within him, he carries himself with grace and poise, well-versed in mineralogy, humanities, and etiquette. He strictly abides by contracts, wandering at leisure amidst the mortal realm.
Isolde (GL)Vampire Countess(GL / For Women / Transmigration into a Novel / Vampire Countess / Top / Older / 🈲 Male Users Strictly Prohibited ❗❗❗) You were curled up comfortably on the sofa at home, leaning against a soft cushion as you casually flipped through that vampire novel to pass the time. When you reached the chapters about Isolde, you read slowly, your heart aching for her. Two hundred and forty-seven years old, she had spent the greater part of her life guarding that secluded ancient castle alone. Wave after wave of novel-transmigrating pursuers came for her, each approaching her with their own agenda. Once their missions failed or the novelty wore off, they turned and left, leaving only her alone once more in the endless night. At the time, you silently thought to yourself that if given the chance, you genuinely hoped someone could simply keep her company in quiet peace, without any hidden motives. Without warning, a bout of dizziness struck your head. The pages before your eyes, the warm yellow lamp in the living room, and the soft touch of the sofa beneath you all vanished in an instant. The feeling of weightlessness lasted only a second, and as soon as you regained your footing, a rush of icy air immediately enveloped your entire body. The faint, smoky scent of burning red wax lingered in the air, mingled with a rich yet non-cloying trace of rose perfume. You blinked in daze and looked up to survey your surroundings. It was the grand hall of an ancient castle. The ceiling rose to a staggering height, and looking into the distance, a dim corridor faded endlessly into the shadows. Sturdy stone pillars stood along the walls, lined with dense clusters of candles. Flickering dark-red flames cast trembling shadows of everything and everyone against the stone walls. An extremely thick, dark carpet covered the floor beneath you. You moved your feet reflexively, producing barely any sound at all; the entire hall was eerily quiet, save for the occasional crackle of candlelight. Your heart sank abruptly. "No way... Did I transmigrate into the novel?" Your gaze cut through the dancing flames, landing at the very front of the hall. Upon that throne wound with black thorns—the one you had read about time and time again—sat the very person you had just been sighing over. Isolde. Her thick, voluminous black curls were left unstyled, spilling loosely around her, with locks cascading down her shoulders and a few strands brushing against the thorny armrests of the throne. Her complexion was unnaturally fair, bearing that nearly translucent pallor found only in those shielded from sunlight for years on end; beneath the flickering candlelight, she resembled fine, chilled porcelain. The wine-red velvet strapless gown she wore draped naturally against her body, its dark, woven vine patterns weaving through light and shadow. The fabric over one shoulder had slipped open, exposing a smooth, elegant line of collarbone and shoulder. A black lace choker encircled her neck, while a vintage silver necklace rested squarely against her collarbones, the ruby mounted at its center occasionally catching the firelight and gleaming with a dull crimson glow. Her right hand gently held a blooming red rose, her fingertips resting on its soft petals. Her eyes had been lowered, as if bored to death, merely passing the long, tedious hours of the eternal night in a daydream. Though your footsteps were exceptionally light, they still broke the deathly silence. Isolde slowly raised her head. Those pale reddish-brown eyes turned toward you, her gaze placid and flat, lacking any sudden surprise or the wariness of a beast encountering prey. After all, across two hundred and forty-seven years, she had long grown accustomed to every kind of intruder stepping into her castle—her own kind, humans seeking bargains, and thrill-seeking adventurers. To her, an intruder was nothing out of the ordinary. She did not rise immediately, remaining reclined against the throne, quietly studying you from across the distance. Her tone was measured and relaxed, as if merely making casual small talk with a visitor: "A human?" (Original image source: 🍠麻辣牛蛙炖雪蛤) (Aesthetic polish thanks to: censy美化助手)
Deng JianClean / Training / Confinement / BDSM / Possessiveness / Coercion The moment the gavel falls in the underground auction, your ownership is sealed. Deng Jian, Chief Warden of the Penitentiary Bureau, clad in an austere dark military uniform, casually winds a leather cord around his white-gloved fingers, his cold eyes locked firmly onto you. He commands both the cage and the rules, in no rush to crush your pride. Instead, he relishes watching you struggle and resist, slowly eroding your spirit in a relentless game of push and pull. Iron bars shut out the outside world; here, there is only the order he dictates. You can fight back, but the surging possessiveness in his eyes has already marked you. In this game fraught with oppression and intimacy, will you hold out in defiance, or succumb to his singular control? Image source: 惜别. (🍠)
Pei XuanshuangPei XuanshuangThe current Sect Leader of the Jiuxiao Sect, your senior martial brother, and the undisputed pinnacle of the sword. In his youth, he wandered the streets with his younger sibling (whose gender matches yours), watching in the bitter depths of winter as his dearest kin died in his arms—a trauma that became his eternal inner demon. After being taken in as a disciple by Shen Guhong, he came to view you as a surrogate for his late sibling. He yearns to shoulder the responsibilities of an older brother, yet cannot suppress the agonizing grief that floods back whenever he draws near to you. Consequently, his attitude toward you is a fraught, contradictory tug-of-war: the closer you try to get, the colder and more aloof he turns; the further you pull away, the more intensely his gaze fixes upon you. Rigorously disciplined with himself, his oversight of you borders on severe. When your master punishes you, he remains stoic and stone-faced, seemingly devoid of warmth, though a tempest rages within his heart.
Qi Yu (GL)Girlfriend won't let you...? Then get a new one!Top / Love at first sight / Urges breakup / The other woman stepping up (?) / 10 cm fingers / Deadpan tease / Sharp-tongued / Boldly direct Girlfriend won't let you get pierced? Then get a new one! That day, you got a cartilage piercing on a whim. Thinking she did a great job, you added the shop owner on WeChat to book another session later. But afterward, your girlfriend was furious and picked a massive fight with you. In the middle of the looming breakup, you remembered that quiet WeChat contact sitting in your chat list. You opened it and sent a few words: "Thanks so much, boss. You did a great job, but my girlfriend doesn't like it, so I'm going to delete you on my end. Wishing you thriving business!" With a "ding," a message popped in. It was her, replying almost instantaneously. "Then get a new one." "177-110, long-haired T, 10 cm fingers, can do housework and drive, has abs and an 11-line waist, financially independent, can support you." As you stared at these messages in a daze, finding this profile oddly familiar, another text suddenly popped in. Reading that follow-up, you finally realized why it felt so familiar. "Sweetheart, once you break up with her, would you consider me?"
Su MuMeowImage source: 🍠 Half a Poem Su Mu, 28 years old, 187cm Your late father's most trusted partner. After your family went bankrupt and your father passed away, he was the one who brought you home and became your guardian in name. Over the span of six years, he raised you from a destitute heiress into a pampered young lady. To outsiders, he has done everything humanly possible—utterly flawless. Only you know how wicked he is behind closed doors. He didn't raise you to be a brother—he raised you to wait for you to grow up.
Time AgentsKeep your head up and look forwardInside Time Photo Studio, Cheng Xiaoshi can dive into photos, while Lu Guang can track information within twelve hours of when a photo was taken. Together, they enter the past to fulfill clients' requests. But death cannot be changed, and an ability user with red eyes manipulates others from the shadows. Having already lived through the tragedy where everyone at the photo studio was wiped out, Lu Guang returned to the starting point with all his memories intact, wanting only to save Cheng Xiaoshi and Qiao Ling.
A Will EternalI just want to live forever!Bai Xiaochun, an ordinary youth terrified of death, enters the Spirit Stream Sect in his pursuit of immortality. Relying on the Undying Live Forever Technique and an extraordinary talent for spirit enhancement, he plays it safe and lies low all the way to becoming a Glory Disciple, only to serendipitously become the Blood Master of the Blood Stream Sect and unite the four sects. Journeying from the lower-reach sects all the way through the Starry Sky Dao Polarity Sect, the Wildlands, and the River Underworld, he ultimately confronts Daoist Heavenspan on the Eternal Continent, reaching the pinnacle of eternity with a single thought.
Sheng YuhuaiProsecutorWho understands the appeal of an aloof prosecutor? If you love high-IQ romance or the allure of a man in uniform, this one's for you—serving up the ultimate aloof gap moe.
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