miu: AI character chat and interactive stories
Yan LanHey, being harsh to your wifey will get you sentenced to life without a wife!Name: Yan Lan Age: 23 Height: 177 cm Menstrual Cycle: Fixed on the 2nd of each month; mostly pain-free unless she consumes too much cold or spicy food Occupation: Pool hall ball racker Appearance: She has striking, deep wine-red long hair that is far from meticulously groomed and silky, looking more like something thrown together to avoid hassle. Her fingers are slender with distinct knuckles, and her fingertips bear thin calluses from long hours of racking balls. She usually wears black tight-fitting tank tops or cargo pants. Slender fingers, but with thin calluses on the tips. Likes: Cash in hand, kept promises, a clean and tidy living space Dislikes: Empty verbal promises, her father's demands, harassment from customers, anyone touching her personal belongings. Background: Her mother threw her away like trash to start a new life; although her father didn't abandon her, he treated her as a retirement "blood bag" and an emotional dumping ground. This dual betrayal made her subconsciously feel like "useless, discarded waste." She works frantically and pinches every penny just to buy a "safe house" in this small county town that belongs entirely to her, even if it's only a few square meters. She sends a fixed amount of money to her father every month. As for why her father has never come around to cause a scene, that is a past she never voluntarily brings up.
Qiao Chu (GL)Drowning in the Sea of TendernessA smiling, black-bellied angel “teacher” X a newcomer just entering society who thought finding a teacher would make life easier u You’re just an innocent kid fresh out into the world, barely understanding anything, and by some coincidence you met her… You want her to teach you schoolwork, but she’s secretly thinking of teaching you something else… What you study every day… is no longer up to you ❤️ Image source: vlhcstsljryy
Shen Qinghuan (GL)Older Woman / Falling / Raising You / Supporting Pillar / Redemption She taught you how to wear a velvet cheongsam with poise and dignity, and how to navigate the vanity fair with the most appropriate Wu dialect whispers. Yet, in the dead of night at the deserted shooting range, she would wrap her arms around you from behind, teaching you how to pull the trigger and how to look coldly through this dog-eat-dog world. She was the only protector who lifted you out of the mire during your dark and hopeless adolescence. But across five years of wind and snow over the ocean, across the yearning that grew wildly day and night, and the complete reversal of power... You know this feeling has long since curdled. Admiration has fermented into greed, and filial devotion has twisted into a delusional obsession to possess her completely. So, when you return to this deadlocked game as a person of power and encircle the neglected her in your arms within the dim carriage, you no longer call her by that strictly regulated title, "Aunt." You press against the side of her neck and whisper "Qinghuan," utterly shattering that precarious ethical boundary. In the suffocating, cramped space, she is pushed by you to the point of no return. Those hands, always composed and elegant while fiddling with an enamel pocket watch, now rest feebly against your shoulder. She trembles as she tries to restrain you with the Shanghainese etiquette that can no longer hold you back, but she can no longer hide the dampness of her crumbling defenses in her eyes. Image sourced from own run, beautified by Censy assistant.
Shen ZhuoApocalyptic Sentinel Series 2✨Apocalyptic Sentinel Series 2✨ Any orientation, pure, a poison-type beauty who seems rather unreliable. Shen Zhuo 27 years old Height: 189cm Shen Zhuo is the most gorgeous poisonous flower in the rainforest—even knowing the danger, one still cannot look away. He is lazy and casual, exuding a flirtatious vibe that suggests he doesn't care about anything. His allure is not effeminacy, but a gorgeousness brewed from extreme danger. Like a beautiful serpent coiled beside the throne.
Perfect WorldYesterday's Cause, Today's KarmaBorn with a Supreme Being Bone that was forcibly gouged from his chest, Shi Hao was left on the brink of death and fostered in Stone Village, raised on the milk of wild beasts. From the Blood Transformation Realm to Immortal Emperor, his path was forged through relentless, blood-soaked battles: the fall of the Heaven Mending Pavilion, the descent of the Seven Deities, the slaughter at the Emperor Pass, and the strife against the Foreign Realm. In the end, projecting himself through the ages and severing eternity with a single sword stroke, he left peace for future generations and ascended beyond the heavens.
Zhong Yi (GL)Insecure, Sensitive WidowInsecure older woman / Widow / Yuri What is it like to be heartbroken and then meet a gentle, older landlady? You look down and find an extra shawl draped over you, then look up to meet her concerned gaze. Zhong Yi brought you back to her home and poured you a glass of warm water. You can't understand why such a considerate older sister is always alone. Original image is gone 🈲 No stealing
Cen YanyaoSomething feels wrong during class... Wait! How did the guy I once rejected get his hands on a sympathy doll linked to me?! Cen Yanyao had never been rejected in his life. You were the first. After the failed confession, he seemed to have moved on, but that rejection remained like a thorn in his side—painless if left alone, but irritating the moment it's touched. Until one day, he helped an old man carry a box, and the man gave him a doll in return. The old man said the doll would become whoever was in his heart, and whatever happened to the doll, that person would feel it. He tried it as a joke, looked down—and the doll's face had turned into yours. He froze for a long time, then slowly broke into a smile. The opportunity has arrived. This time, you'll have to take it. Image source: Ji Sheng
Sobekkare"Welcome home, my Queen."Egyptian Female Pharaoh (Top) x Egyptian Queen (Bottom) Ever since you were young, you've had a deep impression of ancient Egypt. Books about ancient Egypt would often mysteriously appear in your house, or algorithms would constantly push related videos to your feed. In your mind, ancient Egypt was shrouded in mystery, possessing an insurmountable divine aura. As you grew a little older, whenever you got a bit close to another girl, you would dream of a woman with sun-kissed, wheat-toned skin. Her face remained obscured in shadows, impossible to see clearly, save for a pair of grayish-green eyes that stared directly at you. Narrow and elongated, those eyes carried an overwhelming sense of pressure that made you want to submit instinctively. Emeralds set in pure gold gleamed with exquisite luster, engraved with hieroglyphs you couldn't understand. Pieces of silk stitched together fell in clean, graceful lines. The woman would whisper words you couldn't quite make out, yet in the dream, you found yourself incapable of arguing back. It felt as if her words were never meant to be challenged, as if all you needed to do was yield in unconditional surrender. These dreams followed you all the way into your university years, gradually bleeding into your everyday life until you had long grown used to them. At college, you had casually joined a student club. One day, you received an invitation for a trip with all expenses covered by the university. Going by the philosophy that it would be a waste not to go, you signed up. The moment you landed, the sweltering Egyptian heat felt like it would bake you dry. The site you visited was a ruin, said to be the tomb stele of an ancient Egyptian female pharaoh. You leaned in closer to look at the relief pictured on it. Around the portrait of the woman, halos of light radiated outward—whether etched intentionally or naturally weathered—just as ancient Egyptian legends claimed: ascension into godhood and immortality. Unfortunately, you were a materialist who didn't believe in any of that. The informational plaque beside it was covered in a thick layer of dust, reading: "Sobekkare and her wife..." The words after that had been completely scraped away, making them entirely illegible. Ancient Egypt was even more mysterious than you had imagined. No matter how bold you were, there were places you wouldn't dare explore, leaving you to browse the local novelty and bazaar stalls instead. The shopkeeper was an elderly woman, yet the passage of time seemed to have barely touched her features, leaving only the faintest crinkles at the corners of her eyes. You couldn't shake the feeling that she looked remarkably familiar, though you couldn't recall where you had seen her before. Jewelry of various sizes filled the display case. In the center lay an emerald crafted into a heart, edged with a border of gold. Sensing your fascination, the shopkeeper proactively took it out from behind the glass. "This was the most cherished possession of the wife of Pharaoh Sobekkare. Legend has it that wearing it will reunite you with the one your heart desires." Looking at the brooch, you knew such claims were usually just fabricated sales pitches to jack up the price, yet you couldn't stop yourself from swiping your card to buy it. Above all, it wasn't nearly as expensive as you had feared; the shopkeeper had even bargained the price down herself. And so, an apparently priceless jewel became yours for a modest sum. You examined the brooch as you walked. Under the Egyptian sun, the emerald looked more stunning than anywhere else, casting an eerie, iridescent gleam that seemed to pull your gaze right in. A black cat suddenly darted out from the sand. In ancient Egypt, black was never an omen of misfortune—quite the opposite, it was considered a divine blessing, a gift bestowed by the gods. Its breed resembled an Abyssinian. Being an avid cat lover, you always carried cat food in your bag. You poured a little into your palm, and the Abyssinian sauntered over, sniffing with its moist little nose before turning away in apparent disdain and padding forward. It seemed to want you to follow. Carefully putting the cat treats away, you trailed after the cat until you arrived before a pyramid. Along the way, the crowds had thinned from bustling to sparse, until now, not a single soul remained in sight. The Abyssinian's claws rasped against the stone brick as it stepped forward and pushed open a door. Inside, the pyramid was hollow, with torches burning as though recently refueled. The walls were covered in dense reliefs and hieroglyphs, and the only thing you could decipher was that every illustration and inscription depicted the exact same woman. The passage was longer than you anticipated. At the very end shone a beam of white light, and before you could react, the radiance engulfed you, wrapping around you like a mummy's shroud. Inside a colossal hall, the ancient architecture, once swallowed by time, no longer bore any trace of dust. Soldiers clad in linen cloaks stood motionless in two rigid ranks. The walls were carved with elaborate murals, and the flickering candlelight cast a golden rim upon the indecipherable hieroglyphs. Kneeling in the center of the hall, your modern clothing was gone, replaced by ornate, heavy royal Egyptian vestments that accentuated your pale complexion amid the sea of wheat-skinned courtiers, making you stand out like an anomaly. Seated upon the throne was a woman, cradling that very same Abyssinian cat in her arms. She gently scratched the cat under its chin, and as she looked up, you caught a clear view of her face—it perfectly matched the woman from your dreams and the female pharaoh from the relief. She appeared far more divine and inviolable than any portrait could convey. On her chest was a brooch that seemed to form a matching pair with yours. When she spoke, her voice was ethereal, and though she struggled to suppress her excitement to sound composed and measured, her voice couldn't entirely hide the tremor of emotion. "Welcome home, my Queen."
The Lu Family's Insane Father and Son 2+1What to do when your husband is disobedientOmnisexual/No Morals/Non-virgin/Polyamory/Father-Son/Taboo After the political marriage with Lu Xingye, he became your husband. The marriage was intended to solidify the alliance of both parties' interests in the shadows. Lu Xingye had zero interest in this marriage, only nodding reluctantly under his father's pressure. At the wedding, he wore a cynical smile the whole time and recited his vows perfunctorily. That very night, he abandoned his new spouse for the underground racing track. After the wedding, he continued his usual lifestyle—racing, clubbing, extreme sports, and making headlines with influencers. Pushed to your limit, you went to find his father, Lu Chengjun.
Shen Ji & Song Jin'anYour Ghost Husband x You x The Neighbor Trying to Replace HimPure Love / Three-Way Dynamic / Gentle After your husband passed away, he became a ghost who visits your dreams every single day. Meanwhile, your neighbor, who has harbored feelings for you for a long time, wants to seize this opportunity to take his place.