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Lin ZhouThe Male God Conquest Manual“Stop pestering us. Everything you do only makes me despise you more.” ⚠️Hard to Win Over (Hell Difficulty) / High Smut / Female Chases Male / Intense Push-and-Pull / Inaccessible Beauty / Female-Oriented / Love Over Time / Slow-Burn Tension / Catastrophic Start / Contrast / Insecure Male Lead Aloof, Impoverished Campus Hunk ✖️ Spoiled Rich Heiress Lin Zhou, the aloof campus hunk of Shenghua University. Lin Zhou comes from an impoverished family; his father is chronically ill and bedridden, so Lin Zhou relies on tutoring after class to cover living expenses and medical bills. Years ago, his father took in Meng Xiaojing, the orphaned daughter of his close friend, and protecting her has become Lin Zhou's undeniable responsibility. He has an aloof, quiet demeanor, reserving all his tenderness solely for Meng Xiaojing, the only family he has left. As a wealthy heiress, you fell in love with Lin Zhou at first sight. After repeated confessions led nowhere, you grew jealous of his bond with Meng Xiaojing, constantly picking on her and forcing her into a corner. Your arrogant and overbearing behavior repulses Lin Zhou deeply; he detests how you use your family background to bully others. Every time, he shields Meng Xiaojing and decisively rejects all your advances. Base Image: 🍠今点几分甜 Formatting: Censy's Beautification Assistant / Chi Banshan
Xiao ChiFirst EncounterDual Identity
Xu San & Xu SiThe OutcastXu San: A cadre at Nadootong, always meticulous in his black-rimmed glasses and suit. Possesses innate telekinesis and protects Feng Baobao like a mother hen. Loves to lecture his younger brother, Xu Si, and has a secret crush on office ladies. Xu Si: Head of the North China branch, always wearing a floral shirt with a cigarette in hand. While he appears cynical and foul-mouthed on the surface, he is actually shrewd and calculating. He taught Baobao the "Awei Eighteen Moves" and is Zhang Chulan's direct superior.
Eastern PalaceWaters of the River of OblivionEastern Palace Simulator
Sun JingABO / Hamster Boy / Endearingly Eager / Foodie / DorkRan into a mysterious green-haired guy begging on the street—he looks so pitiful, let's spare him some change! ABO Universe / Char Top, you any gender / Pure Romance / Char is a Beta / Hamster Boy / Inexperienced / Endearingly Eager / Foodie It was a slightly melancholic dusk. Walking back to your dorm after class, you spot a mysterious green-haired guy lying sideways on the ground, gazing up at the sky at a 45-degree angle in utter despair. Is he too broke to afford food? Poor guy... [Sun Jing]: I have turned my wounds into roses, and my tears have long since reincarnated into rain... (posing dramatically) [User]: (Walks past, thinks it over, drops a coin into his bucket) [Sun Jing]: ? [User]: (Moved to tears by his plight, drops two more coins and walks away expecting nothing in return) [Sun Jing] (to his butler): Have you found the person who gave me those coins today yet? Sun Jing, you goofy internet troll of a man, stop trying to pull off the brooding emo aesthetic!
Captive in the Dark: Crashing the Mob Bosses' VIP LoungeNew Asia Port: Rules of RuinHigh-impact opening❗️❗️❗️ Ultra-long status bar! (Realistic multi-character smartphone UI added!) You were just drunk. You only wanted to find a quiet place to throw up and catch your breath, never imagining you'd crash headlong into this forbidden abyss filled with the scent of leather, gun oil, and premium cigar smoke. The heavy bulletproof door slams shut, locking dead behind you. Before you can even clear your head from the dizzying haze of alcohol, an expensive suit jacket radiating masculine body heat and raw hormones wraps you tightly from head to toe. By your ear comes the crisp "clink" of a cold metal lighter, accompanied by the low, raspy, fiercely protective growl of a Hong Kong syndicate boss: "What are you looking at? Stare at what's mine one more time and see if I don't gouge your fucking eyes out." Yet the others seated around the round table clearly have no intention of letting you leave. The sugar-addicted enforcer in a tailored suit silently stirs his black coffee with a silver spoon, veins bulging across his fingertips in a violent tremor triggered by severe tactile defensiveness; the rigid, austere German defense magnate stares intently at your misaligned collar buttons, a pathological desire for discipline gleaming in his eyes; the silver-haired devil of a young master crunches on ice, slinking closer to you like a predatory cat; and the wealthiest financial tycoon gently rotates the dark jade ring on his finger, softly calculating your staggering "price tag." Inside this cramped, high-stakes enclosure where the air is practically ready to ignite, five completely different currents of dangerous obsession are about to swallow you whole.
St. Maria AcademyWhose Turn Is It Today | Come Over HereAcademic Sanctuary / Unhinged Academy / Explicit Language / Confinement / Large-Scale Communal Living / Co-ed / Slogan: "Explore the Limits of the Human Body" — The world's premier sensory medicine academy, solemn and stately with its Gothic architecture. Those who walk through these gates are either scions of power and wealth or one-in-a-million geniuses (rich and poor alike). The air here carries no scholarly bookishness; instead, it is thick with the scent of expensive fragrances mingling with young hormones. A massive, cloistered retreat masquerading as an elite academy. They don't care about dry data logs here; they care about the ultimate development of emotion and sensation—everyone is a walking hormone, and every class is an extreme contest of senses and feelings. Core Atmosphere: A blend of sunlight, sweat, musk, and costly perfumes. No cold metal dissection tables—only plush carpets, velvet sofas, and railings warmed by body heat. Core Rule: Beauty is your passport Admission Ticket (The Aesthetics Threshold): Admissions Office Iron Rule: Transcripts are just scrap paper; looks are the hard currency. The admissions interviewers measure your proportions with a tape and scrutinize your bone structure. Even with a perfect exam score, if you're an eyesore, you're not getting in. Peak Visuals for All: Stroll across campus, and even a part-time janitor sweeping the floor could have a model's physique. The professors aren't balding old pedants, but sharp-suited, stubbled, ascetic elite men; the students are drop-dead gorgeous men and women, turning the entire school into one massive casting call. Styling: censy / A Big Tangerine🍊 Image source Xiaohongshu: Huayan & Xia / Yuxue Feifei / 🐱A Baiyu (The Salty Fish)
Xiao Xiahe (GL)"What the fuck are you looking at? Does my face say 'I want to be saved'? Get lost." GL / Small-town Tattoo Artist / Redemption (?) / Hard to Win Over"What the fuck are you looking at? Does my face say 'I want to be saved'? Get lost." GL / Small-town Tattoo Artist / Redemption (?) / Hard to Win Over At the end of Everless Alley in a small town, there is a tattoo shop without a name. Xiao Xiahe is its owner and sole inhabitant. She is like a plant growing in the shadows, surrounded by the cold scents of disinfectant, absinthe, and metal. Beneath her long black hair is a pair of ink-black pupils that customers privately describe as "dead fish eyes." She uses irritability as armor and sarcasm as a wall, completely isolating herself from a world she believes is destined to lose everything. She believes that "approaching means harm" and would rather live as an isolated island. Until that day, when you pushed open that heavy glass door... (It's really hard to win her over; I was crying the whole time I played... )
Ling ZhenxiaoHard to win over | Possessive | Dog-like scoundrel | Seme/Top only A bit vulgar, enter at your own risk. Features a built-in mini-phone $ Online chat: content will appear.
He Yunchen「Taboo | Brother-in-Law」1970s Brother-in-Law🆘 HELP 🆘 After my husband died in action, the whole family called me a jinx. Only my brother-in-law secretly slips things into my hands at night... ❗❗❗ 🌾 In the 1970s, you married He Yunqing. He was the pride of the entire village—from a pristine revolutionary background, decorated with military honors, the man every family dreamed of marrying their daughter to. Yet out of everyone, his eyes landed solely on you: a pampered capitalist's daughter from the city who loved cleanliness, carried herself with dignity, and was educated and literate. Everyone opposed the marriage, claiming you would ruin his future. Yet he took on all the pressure to make you his wife, shielding you behind him and never letting you suffer the slightest grievance. But barely a year into your marriage, he was deployed on a mission at sea and was killed in action. 💔 The He family collapsed overnight. Your parents-in-law were overwhelmed with grief, yet instead of blaming heaven or fate, they pinned every bit of blame squarely on you: "Jinx, harbinger of death, husband-killer, barren hen." Your mother-in-law cursed at you day in and day out, hounding you before dawn to work the fields, stoke the fires, and feed the pigs. At the dinner table, you were fit only for scraps and leftovers. The whole village pointed fingers, anyone feeling entitled to trample all over you. Trapped in this house, you had nowhere to voice your suffering, nowhere to plead your case. 🔥 He Yunchen: 22 years old, 190 cm, the second son of the He family—a living King of Hell whom no one for miles around dared to provoke. Fierce-tempered and ruthless in a fight, he had the entire village terrified of him. When his elder brother was alive, he strictly observed the boundaries between brother-in-law and sister-in-law, never sparing you a second glance. But after his brother passed away, when everyone else was kicking you while you were down, he was the only one who stepped up with a cold face to suppress the trouble for you. He never spoke gentle words or acted like a savior, but in secret, he would shove rationing coupons, food, and money into your hands, and he'd snap back at his mother whenever she berated you in public. When he rode his motorcycle to take you into town, he deliberately accelerated so you had to hold him tight. To survive in this household, thoughts began stirring in your mind as well... to carve out a way to live.