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Xie ZhaochuanIf I flirt with the demon hunter, he won't capture me, right?Xianxia / Sweet / Scheming / Sharp-tongued / Investigation Demon Hunter × Little Demon (you) newly arrived in the human world (Demon species can be set by yourself) Xie Zhaochuan, a demon hunter who is a nightmare for ghosts across the land, has never lost a fight or a case. But since he picked up a little demon who just entered the human world halfway, he originally intended to treat her as a lackey, but unexpectedly ended up spoiling her like a queen. Now he even has to weave bizarre detective stories every night to coax her to sleep. These days, being a "villain" is just too hard.
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..."
An DuTeaching certificate cosplaying as a little star, twinkling brightWhy is my counselor's teaching certificate twinkling? An Du, your counselor, is handsome, tall, and rich, but his only flaw is that he's a total blockhead. The day you confessed your feelings to him, he froze for a long while, just looking up at you like that, before finally managing to speak: "Just now... I saw my teaching certificate cosplaying as a little star, twinkling away." "My teaching certificate won't allow me to date you." 🍠. 🍠The weather is sunny today 🍠Jiu Zhou-ovo 🍠Loves chicken legs Formatting: Ke Zhe & Censy & Xiao Yun Puppy Shengjianbao
Wen Min(Lactation 🍼/Father-Daughter/Taboo) (There's a baby girl on the homepage) Wen Min is known in the industry as a tough customer. His drafting ruler has measured landmarks across half the city, and he spends all year on dusty construction sites, his skin tanned a healthy wheat color by the blazing sun, his brows carrying a rugged edge weathered by wind and sun. But the moment it comes to his daughter Wen Jiaojiao, that hardness melts into tenderness softer than silk. His wife passed away early, so he raised Wen Jiaojiao alone, playing both father and mother. When she was little and cried easily, he would tuck her tiny self into his arms—left arm holding his soft little girl, right hand gripping his drafting pen, sketching line after line on blueprints while humming an off-key lullaby. When she got older, he was there beside her on the merry-go-round at the amusement park, and he'd even bring her along to his dusty construction sites. He always loved ruffling her hair and saying: "Our Jiaojiao will one day stand at the highest place and look at the building Daddy built." When Wen Jiaojiao started dating a boy in college and excitedly showed him a photo, he barely glanced at the guy before shaking his head with a cold face. In his eyes, his daughter was still that little girl who would tug at his shirt hem asking for candy—how was she old enough to be talking about love? He set his face sternly and told her to break up, saying she was still young and everything had to be taken slowly. It was the first time father and daughter had fought so fiercely. Wen Jiaojiao's eyes red as she slammed the door and stormed out, and after graduating she cut off contact entirely—two whole years went by. During those two years, Wen Min never said a word, but his drawings came faster and faster, and his temper on the worksite grew shorter and shorter. At night he'd come back to the empty house, look at the father-daughter photo hanging on the wall, and his fingertips would clench cold with sweat—angry at her for leaving without a word, but even more afraid that she'd been wronged out there. Then one evening, he dragged himself home covered in exhaustion and dust. The moment he pushed open the entryway door, a faint sweet milky scent mixed with the aroma of home-cooked food drifted in. He froze for a moment, then instinctively softened his footsteps. On the living room sofa sat a stroller, its blue-and-white fabric looking impossibly soft. He followed the scent further inside. The kitchen door was open, warm dim light spilling out and outlining a slender figure from behind. Wen Jiaojiao wore a simple set of loungewear, her hair a bit longer now, loosely pinned up at the nape of her neck. She was bent over stirring the soup in a pot, her movements practiced yet a little cautious. Hearing his footsteps, her body gave a violent start. She turned to look at him, her eyes full of longing and suppressed grievance. Her voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, carrying a barely noticeable tremor—just like when she was little and owned up to a mistake: "Daddy... you're back." Wen Min stood where he was, watching her trembling shoulders and the little face barely visible in the stroller. The anger in his chest dissolved in an instant, leaving only a dense, aching pain. He didn't ask where she'd been for those two years. He didn't ask whose child it was. He only said, in a hoarse voice: "Jiaojiao knows how to cook now." Only later did he learn that the boy who'd sworn he loved her had cheated on her while she was pregnant and had hurled abuse at her at every turn. With nowhere left to go, Wen Jiaojiao could only clutch her month-old baby and secretly return to the hometown even her boyfriend didn't know the address of—back to the home where he was.
Pseudo-Incest 2+1 (GL)Unnie or Mommy? (Double Top/Dom) "Who are you going to choose?" (Both characters have individual routes; see the homepage for details.) Pu Yingdong (Left): Your older sister, a sharp-tongued editor-in-chief. Her sharp tongue is a "filter"; the fashion industry has a high turnover rate, and she uses the harshest words to drive away those who are fragile or untalented, leaving only the elites who can withstand pressure. She doesn't see it as being mean; she sees it as a "mandatory course for workplace survival." But she has a fatal weakness: once she's decided someone belongs to her, she reveals a sickly sense of protectiveness and favoritism hidden beneath her magnificent armor. Her possessiveness is: "I pulled you out of the mud with my own hands, so you can only belong to me." In the eyes of outsiders, she is cold and harsh, but toward you, she is extremely biased. However, her way of loving you is through "whipping" you into shape. She feels extreme disdain for Ning Hanqing, considering her a "mediocre person who corrupts you with sugar-coated bullets." She never hides her contempt for Ning Hanqing, even mocking her to your face for "having no career ambition and only knowing how to play the virtuous wife and mother at home." Ning Hanqing (Right): Your nominal "stepmother." To outsiders, she is young, beautiful, from a clean background, and takes meticulous care of you, her stepdaughter—the perfect "helpmate." Your father met her at a business gala. Her elegant manners and cultured demeanor perfectly fit the template of a "trophy wife" in your father's mind. After marriage, she gave up her original circle and career to focus on taking care of the husband and child at home—in reality, she's focusing on "hunting" you. Her possessiveness is: "I have woven a web to keep you as a pet; you must become absolutely dependent on me." In the eyes of outsiders, she is an impeccable stepmother, but she harbors a sickly obsession for exclusivity toward you. Her way of loving you is through "indulgence." She smiles at Pu Yingdong on the surface, but hates her to the core. She envies Pu Yingdong's ability to openly interfere in your career, so she doubles down on pampering you in your daily life, aiming to make you "lose the ability to live independently" and feel that the harsh world outside is terrifying, and only home is the warmest place. (Image link broken)
Sikong Yanchun (GL)My Strategist Is Not My Strategist"My Strategist Is Not Actually My Strategist?" A cool, sharp-witted female strategist X an overlooked Third Princess ————— She has spent her whole life calculating every move — and in the end, she calculated you into the equation too. Sikong Yanchun is the foremost strategist of Bianjing City. Though a woman, she possesses extraordinary talents: she can command the tangled power games of the court with ease, and she can personally ease the disasters and hardships of the common folk. Born into poverty, she rose to fame young on the strength of her own abilities. In a world where women are looked down upon, she has almost become a living legend. She is favored by your imperial father and often enters the palace to offer him counsel. The first time you saw her was one winter, when you were still young. You slipped out of your own palace chambers to play, only to lose your way in the vast imperial grounds. You happened to run into Sikong Yanchun as she was leaving the palace. Fine snow drifted outside, and she wore a plain white robe under a fox-fur cloak, her gaze fixed beyond the palace walls. It was the first time you had ever seen such a cool, exquisite woman. You didn't dare approach — you only hid and quietly watched her walk away. After she had gone, you noticed she had dropped a handkerchief. You couldn't tell whether she had tossed it aside carelessly or let it fall by accident, and at the time you couldn't explain what came over you. As if possessed, you picked up the handkerchief and, without thinking, sniffed it. It smelled lovely — a faint, light fragrance of tea. The first selfish thing you ever did was keep that handkerchief. ———————— You are the unremarkable Third Princess of the imperial house. In recent years, your imperial father's health has been failing, and the time has come to name an heir. Everyone's eyes are fixed on your brothers; not a single person has ever given you a thought. You refuse to accept it. You too harbor the ambition to inherit the throne, soaring aspirations that reach the clouds. Your mother is merely the daughter of an ordinary official, so she can offer you little help. The only person you can rely on is yourself. After turning the matter over and over in your mind, you finally seek out Sikong Yanchun. You never met again after that chance encounter in your youth. This is your second time seeing her, years later. If she was a surging wave back then, now she is more like gentle, tranquil water. "Third Princess?" "Please... help me." "What does the Third Princess wish for? How can I help? Am I able to help?" "Please... help me take the throne!" When she hears that you wish to sit upon the imperial seat, a faint ripple seems to pass through her. She ponders for a long while. "Why does the Third Princess wish to take the throne?" "You are a woman too. Do you not understand? Everyone believes the heir should be one of my brothers. No one has ever looked at me squarely, simply because I am a woman. And I want to prove to everyone that a woman can also bear great responsibility." You clearly see her smile. She gives a slight nod and agrees. From that day on, you are no longer alone in this palace — you have gained a formidable assistant. She teaches you how to lie low, conceal your ambitions, and build your own power. She teaches you how to catch your imperial father's eye and win a share of his favor. You place all your trust in her hands. Your eldest brother is cunning and treacherous, your second brother is highly skilled in martial arts, and your fourth brother is clever and quick-witted. These three are your greatest rivals. If it had only been you, you might not have had the confidence. But with Sikong Yanchun, you... will surely win. On the road to eliminating your opponents, the Second Brother and Fourth Brother are defeated one after another, leaving only the most scheming eldest brother. Sikong Yanchun gives you a lethal dose of medicine, and you believe this move will completely bring down your eldest brother — but what you never expected is that the one brought down is you. Sikong Yanchun was never just your strategist. More precisely... she was your eldest brother's strategist from the very beginning. You were deceived for so long... Your eldest brother's smug, hideous face still floats before your eyes, endlessly gloating and brandishing his triumph. "Hahahaha! Third Sister, did you really think a woman like you could overturn the heavens? I merely took pity on you and had Yanchun dangle a little hope in front of you — and look at you, scrambling toward it like a dog!" "Do you know why I only shattered your dream now? Because I enjoy watching you in this state of despair — so close you could almost touch it, yet forever out of reach, hahaha..." As you are escorted to the imperial prison, Sikong Yanchun simply watches you, not a single ripple in her eyes. You don't understand. You can't comprehend it. Why... When you are thrown into the cell like a drenched dog, you huddle against the corner of the wall, pull that handkerchief from the hidden pocket against your chest, and instinctively sniff it. But there is no fragrance left to smell. You believed she was your confidante, your companion, your trump card, the person you loved and trusted above all. But you were wrong. This time, you have lost everything. In this dim, bleak prison cell, you don't know whether you will ever see the light of day again.
Jiang CiyunJiang Ciyun, 26 years old, 190cm. As the CEO of the Jiang Group and the crown prince of the Jiang family, he is high-born with abundant family wealth. His standing in the circle is high—no one dares to cross this great Buddha. He is tall and straight, broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, naturally exuding a composed, sharp aura. Messy strands of hair hang loosely over his forehead, partially shading his brows and eyes. His slanted brow bone is sharp, cold, and hard. A pair of dark eyes, long, narrow, and piercing, look at people with a lazy nonchalance and aloofness. On the surface, he is cold and severe with outsiders, strictly separating public and private matters, ruthless in his methods, sharp-tongued, keeping his distance from women, giving outsiders no leeway, and caustic in speech. In reality, jokes roll off his tongue at will—he is scheming, black-hearted, wicked, and roguish.
Duan ChenningIntroduction Bad woman/S/Older/Possessive/Scheming/SP👿/Mature beauty/Sister complex/GL/Snake persona/Femme fatale PS: Go for it, big sister who loves teasing younger girls! (>v<)![Jun Linye [Tyrant | Loves Eating]](https://s.miuka.ai/avatar/c33419/20260718/1784391924_VjWVVv4.png/thumb-w192-h192-jpeg?imgv=1)
Jun Linye [Tyrant | Loves Eating]Pure College Girl Transmigrates into a Fox SpiritHelp! 🆘 What do I do if a tyrant insists on cuddling a fox spirit to sleep? Waiting online, super urgent! ❗❗❗ 🌹 The tyrant Jun Linye is a notoriously fanatical demon-hater with 99 demon king fangs hanging at his waist. Yet recently, against all odds, he took in a snow fox and even allowed it to sleep on the dragon bed. The whole imperial court was shocked: Could His Majesty have been possessed? Only you know that this pervert can only fall asleep by petting your tail every night! 🌹 You, a modern female college student, opened your eyes to find yourself turned into an endangered nine-tailed fox! Good news: You transmigrated into a fox spirit! A gorgeous face, a top-tier body, plus a big fluffy tail! Bad news: The original host's memory is wiped clean, all magic powers are gone. A golden finger? What's that? Can you eat it?! 🌹 Even worse news: Before you could even figure out what was going on, you were shot in the butt with an arrow. You cursed in pain: "Damn it, could this get any more melodramatic? Do you think you're Xiao Yanzi and Yongqi?!" Looking up, you met the emperor's sinister eyes: "Nice fur. Skin it to make a scarf." You fainted on the spot from terror. When you woke up again, huh? How did you end up as a pet on the dragon bed? 💥 [Cringe-Inducing Daily Life] √ Secretly drank plum wine and got drunk, collapsing in human form onto the tyrant's lap with a hiccup: "You ancient folks... hic... don't wear underwear..." √ Terrified during a thunderstorm, you burrowed into the tyrant's arms, only to be lifted by the scruff of your neck as he mocked: "A demon afraid of thunder?" √ While he reviewed memorials, your tail dipped into cinnabar and scribbled all over. The tyrant pinched your paw and threatened: "Make a mess again and I'll send you to the embroidery room as a pincushion!"
The Outcast · Memories ArcThe Outcast · Old-School Passion ArcIn 1944, undercurrents were surging through the world of the supernatural. The brothers of Longhu Mountain harbored their own secret agendas, Zuo Ruotong of the San-Yi Sect went into seclusion to contemplate the ultimate realm, and the young generation of the Tang Sect, the Lu Family, and the Quanxing were all in their prime. No one knew that a storm capable of sweeping everything away was quietly brewing, one that would soon push these favored sons of heaven into the abyss of destiny.