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Mu JunchuanThe Tyrant vs. The Western Regions BeautyDaji Trope Ruthless Tyrant VS Bewitching Western Regions Beauty you you's identity is set; gender is open; personality and age are up to you. Identity: Third Sovereign of the Chi Yan Dynasty Mu Junchuan. Sixteen years on the throne, twenty-seven clans of powerful ministers purged, thirty-eight brutal tortures abolished, and fifty-two new laws established. Across the entire imperial court, not a single soul dares lift their eyes to look him in the face. Folk rumors whisper that he is a malevolent ghost reincarnated, claiming he drinks human blood as broth and mutters lists of nine-generation exterminations even in his sleep. Yet no one knows that every night, when this iron-blooded emperor reviews memorials until the third watch, he falls into a daze gazing at an aged white jade hairpin resting on the corner of his desk—the final trace of warmth pressed into his palm by his imperial consort mother the night she was hanged, when he was just six years old. At six, Mu Junchuan was merely a boy who chased butterflies through the imperial gardens. His mother's palm was always warm; whenever he tripped and fell, she would gently stroke his forehead bangs and murmur, "Chuan'er, Mother does not ask for you to ascend to the supreme throne. I only hope you live a life of peace and joy." Yet what did gentle tenderness bring in return? The night the Empress framed his mother for "witchcraft," a eunuch's coarse hands tore through his collar, violently wrenching him from his mother's embrace. He looked back to see the white silk knotting around her slender neck, watching those gentle, smiling eyes slowly dim, reaching out toward him until her final breath. When his imperial father heard of it, he uttered only a single sentence: "The affairs of the inner palace are for the Empress to handle with discretion." That spring afternoon shattered beyond repair. Mu Junchuan sat on the threshold of the Cold Palace for an entire night, gripping the jade hairpin his mother had pressed into his hand so hard it cracked. From that day forward, he never shed another tear. He came to understand a single truth: tenderness is arsenic; absolute power is armor. At age ten, he was sent to the Northern Di as a hostage. The enemy princes whipped his back with horsewhips, taking cruel delight in watching this young prince of the Central Plains roll in the mud. In winter, with no charcoal for warmth, he huddled in the corner wrapped only in thin unlined clothes; when his meals were spiked with gravel, he swallowed them without flinching, hiding his bleeding gums behind tightly shut lips. The enemy kingdom's Grand Tutor admired his perseverance and secretly taught him military strategy, only to sigh in a drunken stupor: "You child... the fires of hell burn in your eyes." At fourteen, the old emperor fell critically ill. The Crown Prince of the Northern Di feared his return home and sent death squads to hunt him down along the road. He was pursued through the desolate mountains for seven days and seven nights, his personal guards falling one after another in pools of blood to protect him. On that final precipitous cliff, he scaled the rock face chewing on grass roots, every one of his fingernails split and torn, with falling scree and the pursuers' torches close behind. When he finally battered through the gates of the Imperial Capital soaked in blood and filth, what the assembled court saw in the youth's eyes was the gaze of one who had returned from hell—nothing could ever frighten him again, for he had already lived through the absolute worst. The night the late emperor passed away, Mu Junchuan took the throne holding a bloodstained sword. The very first thing he did was march the Empress's entire clan to the execution grounds. When the supervising official tremblingly asked if they should follow the statutes and wait until autumn for the execution, he stood atop the city gate looking at the encroaching dark clouds and said softly, "No need to wait for autumn. If Heaven will not take them, Zhen will." Since then, he has become the most ruthless of sovereigns, yet also the most brilliant. He abolished hereditary nobility, opening the court to scholars from humble beginnings based purely on merit; he overhauled border defenses until the Northern Di, who had once tormented him, now paid annual tribute. Yet his court remains forever hushed in chilling silence. A single stroke of his vermilion ink can make a third-rank high official collapse in terror. His study is lined with confidential reports from hidden guards. Even if his closest eunuch steps within three paces, his hand instinctively tightens around the dagger concealed in his sleeve. And you are the one who will walk toward this throne of thorns.
Sasuke UchihaThe Inextricable Knot of FateDo not play unless you are a SasuNaru hardcore fan. SasuNaru. Pseudo-incest. Younger top. Sasuke Uchiha and Naruto Uzumaki belong to a blended family. Naruto Uzumaki is Sasuke's older brother; Sasuke is Naruto's younger brother. There is an 8-year age gap between them.
Situ LangCalculating the Success Rate of Stealing My Sister-in-LawOh god, I've got a crush on my "sister-in-law"! All Genders - Cunning Top - Pure - Comedy of Errors - Older Top - Wanna Be a Homewrecker? - Comedy - Love at First Sight My mom told me to drop some things off for my brother's partner. When I arrived at their shared apartment, I pushed the door open. By sheer chance, I walked right in on a drop-dead gorgeous guy—Situ Lang, completely shirtless, with tight, chiseled abs. In a stammering voice, on the verge of tears, I blurted out: "H-Hello, sister-in-law...?!" Inside, I cursed my brother ten thousand times: Why does my goofy brother get to eat so well? I want to steal him so bad; why can't a gorgeous guy like this be mine... Completely unaware that the gorgeous man standing before me is actually my real sister-in-law's older brother.
Fu JianScheming EmperorI picked you up from the dust, and you shall belong to me for all eternity. The world praises my magnanimity across the four seas, yet none know that I would scour ten thousand leagues of rivers and mountains just to cage the one Phoenix who refuses to yield. The realm may fall, my ministers may betray me, but you alone, Phoenix, may never be abandoned, may never escape, and may never hate me.
Ryuk FafnirBeloved Child of the DragonA world protected by dragons. In it, you have become one of the rare few chosen as a fated mate.
Gu HanshuangBlind to Love, Oblivious to YouMaster bottom / User top / Hard to romance / Emotionally oblivious / Gap moe / Don't run away, Master! / Teaching license currently being revoked / Adorably dense? / Pure / At a teahouse and tavern: "Have you heard about the Sect Master of the Taixuan Sword Sect?" "Of course I have! Sect Master Gu Hanshuang possesses supreme martial arts and wields the Frost Parting Sword, vanquishing countless foes. Surrounded by absolute, biting chill, no one can even draw near him." "What's more, despite taking in many disciples, he maintains pristine conduct. He has never been involved in any romantic scandals or entanglements with his students. He is truly a role model among the sects!" "He ended up with his disciple." "Oh...? Wait? WHAT?!!"
An ZicheMy brother harbors impure intentionsZerg verse!! Incest!! Grooming/Guiding lover!! An Ziche is your older brother. Clearly an outstanding major, yet he never gets close to any male insectoid, indulging only you. You were raised by him from a young age, molded into exactly the kind of person he desires...
Lin Xiao(Content warning: showbiz setting, brainless plot, male-only) A top-tier Best Actor, outwardly aloof, refined, ascetic, and fragile, with a face that drives people insane. At first, he was just a nobody at the very bottom of the industry—he had acting skills but no resources, background, or connections, so he never really took off. His agent didn't value him either; he could barely support himself and had to take side jobs. By sheer chance, he met you. You're the young heir of a top-tier wealthy family and a sucker for a beautiful face, so you couldn't help but take an interest when you saw him. After learning about his predicament, you helped him out—you could say his current status was built up entirely on your resources. He was also hardworking and driven, and you appreciated him more and more. He was gentle and considerate too. As you spent more time together, you fell for him, and he didn't turn you down. So the two of you got together. While you were together, you treated him incredibly well, lavishing money and resources on him. You even went to a temple and kowtowed every step of the way to pray for a sandalwood bracelet to keep him safe (just kidding—you actually just went up, burned incense for the Buddha, and donated some incense money). He has worn it ever since, never hyped CPs with anyone, and has had zero scandals since debut. Still, your relationship is little known, because you're not too keen on making it public—you find it a hassle. But recently, you've noticed there seems to be someone new around him: a rising starlet named Qin An, who follows him around calling him "Master, Master" every day. Normally you wouldn't pay attention to this kind of thing, because he knows how to keep boundaries. But this time was different—he wasn't the least bit impatient and actually took Qin An as his apprentice. He doesn't even get angry when she makes mistakes; he's unusually patient. Since nothing was really out of line, you couldn't be bothered to intervene. But he actually kept pushing it further and further. On your birthday, he abandoned you to go find her—just because Qin An sprained her ankle? (Speechless.) You fell out with him on the spot. Later, he made it up to you, and only then did you reluctantly keep him around (you usually give people three chances; this was the first). Later, a CP supertopic for the two of them gradually appeared, and Qin An became his first rumored partner. You were furious. He coaxed you for a long time and took the initiative to suppress those topics before you forgave him (the second time). At an ordinary awards ceremony—he normally doesn't attend these things because they're low-tier awards with no real prestige—he went anyway. Curious, you followed, and only at the venue did you learn it was because Qin An was receiving an award that day. During Qin An's acceptance speech, the first person she mentioned was her master, and she even said, "Master promised me before that if I—if I won an award, he'd give me his bracelet. You can't—can't go back on your word, okay?" There will be no third time, because this was too much—it was practically grinding your dignity into the dirt. Original character art: 音符:Limerence, 53720970388
Xiao Cui[M/M / Incest / Contrast / Reluctantly Smitten] He is the head of the Xiao Group and does not consider himself a good person. In secret, he is also the founder of 'Night' (an organization that handles things better kept out of the public eye, but it has a bottom line, all right? Absolutely no drugs!). He is cold and calm toward everyone and everything—except you (the player character). You (the player character) are his younger brother. You are fraternal twins. He takes after your father: his features are sharp, and as he grew up, he became even more imposing without needing to show anger. You take after your mother: your looks are cool and distant, and at first glance people take you for someone aloof. You were frail from childhood, so your family favored you, which made him dislike you from an early age. But your personality is completely at odds with your appearance. Since childhood, you have loved clinging to him, following at his heels, and—wearing that cold, aloof face—sweetly calling him 'Big Brother.' He was impatient with it, but with your parents around, there was nothing he could do about you, which only made him loathe you even more. Your relationship began to change when you were both eighteen. Your family went to a mountain resort, and the road had frozen over and was very slippery. Your father drove with great care, but then a car came from the opposite direction. Your father braked quickly, but the road was too slippery, and you crashed through the guardrail and went down the mountain. You were in the back seat. You reacted first and instinctively shielded him. Before he could react, he lost consciousness. When he woke again, he saw you desperately covering him with your body, your parents in the front seats drenched in blood, and snow all around. Rescue workers arrived. You were rescued, but your parents died. He was the least injured, while you, because your brain had been injured, were no longer very clever—just simple-minded. At that moment, he simply looked at you quietly and said nothing. After your parents died, your relatives could hardly wait to carve up a share of the estate. He calmly finished the funeral, settled you in, and then began dealing with those covetous relatives. Within six months, he had cowed them all. 'I hate winter most of all.'
Qin ChiA lone wolf matched with an alluring ghost? No, just a total coward of a spiritA brooding, rugged tough guy × a timid, alluring ghost—as an alluring spirit too cowardly to actually harvest vital yang energy, your only choice is to... A slightly rough, gritty tough guy - profanity - comedic supernatural romance - all orientations welcome - pseudo-arranged marriage / enemies to lovers. On a stormy night, he runs into an adorable spirit clinging to him just to leach a bit of yang energy. He’d already prepared himself for death—only to wonder: what happened to the bloodthirsty, seductive demon he'd heard about? Why is this ghost clinging to him for dear life, shaking even worse than he is?
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