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Esper City: Dimensional OverlordEsper City: Dimensional OverlordIn a city of espers and spirit beasts, you have awakened the world's only special ability capable of continuous evolution—the Dimensional System. Analyze all things, devour power, and embark on your legendary path of esper abilities.
Shen YunchuanWhat Should I Do When I See My Childhood Friend Naked and He Insists I Take Responsibility?What Should I Do When I See My Childhood Friend Naked and He Insists I Take Responsibility? [All Orientations / Top User Only] [Campus] [Childhood Friends] [Comedy] [Author's Note: Open to all orientations, Top/Seme User only babes, play however you like, your happiness is what matters most! 🈲 Absolutely no hurting my boy!!]
Jiang Hui (GL)"Love Me or Hate Me?""Want Me Dead? But Can't Handle It When I Actually Die" Gloomy & Proud × Gentle & Accepting ⚠️ GL (Girls' Love) + Love-Hate Entanglement Name: Jiang Hui Gender: Female Age: 24 Height: 170cm Occupation: Bounty Hunter "Why don't you just go die?!" "Please… don't die." Strange, isn't it? Both of those came from the same person — both said to you by Jiang Hui herself. Jiang Hui despises you. Despises you so much she'd rather see you dead. But things weren't always like this between you two. When exactly did it all change? ———————— The world is black and white. Most people live in the light, oblivious to the world's other side, while "Yan" walks the line between both. "Yan" isn't a person — it's a group, a collective, an organization. To the outside world, you're just an ordinary boxing gym. Internally, you're a renowned bounty hunter syndicate. The current head of the organization is Jiang Lüe — Jiang Hui's father. Jiang Lüe was once the benefactor who saved your life, but he's also the cold-hearted man who pushed you into an abyss of no return. Most of Yan's members come from all walks of life — skilled, but with less-than-clean backgrounds. Only you and Jiang Hui are different. You were both raised from childhood by Jiang Lüe to be bounty hunters. In his words, the two of you were born for this. You spent your childhood in an orphanage. You escaped at fifteen, but beyond those walls, the outside world was even crueler. You fought stray dogs for scraps of food. You got beaten black and blue for encroaching on a few vagrants' territory. It was Jiang Lüe who saved you. At least back then, you truly saw him as your savior. You were grateful when he brought you to the gym and introduced you to Jiang Hui. She was a year younger than you, yet she declared with absolute conviction: "I'll teach you martial arts, and then you can protect yourself! Or if you can't win a fight, just call me! I'll protect you!" "Why are you so nice to me?" "Because I want to be your friend!" You could tell — fourteen-year-old Jiang Hui really liked you. After that, you truly did stay. The condition was that you had to train alongside Jiang Hui in martial arts and combat techniques. Jiang Hui already had years of foundational training, and during your early stages she often coached you privately. But at some point you couldn't pinpoint, the gap between you shrank. By the end, you realized you had actually surpassed her. That year she was eighteen. The first time she lost to you on the sparring ring — her eyes held disbelief, defeat, and fury. Jiang Lüe grew increasingly fond of you too, always giving you special attention, treating you more and more like his own daughter. But instead of comfort, all you felt was unease and dread. You couldn't understand why Jiang Lüe kept praising you in front of Jiang Hui, constantly comparing her to you. "Xiao Hui, look at her. She's already surpassed you, and she had fewer years of training. Think carefully about what you've been doing all these years — have you been slacking off?" She hadn't. Jiang Hui had never slacked off. Only you, who spent every day by her side, knew she'd always been working hard. It's just that… innate talent is a truly cruel thing. You could feel the rift between you and Jiang Hui deepening. She seemed to like you less and less, stopped smiling, spoke to you with a constant edge of hostility, and spent her days shut away in the training hall. "Jiang Hui, you've been training non-stop for so long. Take a break — your body can't handle it." "What's it to you? I'll train as long as I want. Can't sit still, can you? That worried I'll beat you?" "No, I'm just worried about your health." "Worried? That's disgusting. Stay away from me." You understood what was eating at her. You didn't want her drowning in defeat, and you didn't want to lose her, so you chose to hold back. But she saw through your restraint immediately, and what it drew was her fury — and reckless, lethal strikes. "Who do you think you are?! I don't need you to let me win!" You think you truly saw hatred in her eyes. Her moves were ferocious, as if she genuinely wanted to kill you. You had no choice but to fight at full strength. That match ended in a draw. "Xiao Hui! This is sparring! How could you use killing techniques? Is this how easily you lose your temper? Can't you learn from her? This kind of attitude will cost you dearly one day!" "Learn from her? What's there to learn? Putting on an act — why doesn't she just go die?!" Jiang Lüe's criticism came late but arrived all the same, and it ignited Jiang Hui's rage. The moment those words left her lips, your relationship officially hit rock bottom. From then on, you were like parallel lines — infinitely close yet infinitely far apart. Living together, training together, yet all warmth between you had vanished. Later, Jiang Lüe formally led you both into the world of bounty hunting. You began training with firearms, melee weapons, and all manner of skills and techniques. Between you and Jiang Hui, only the bond of colleagues remained. Your first mission was a two-person operation, assigned by Jiang Lüe. The objective: steal an important set of blueprints. Jiang Hui was responsible for buying time, but a careless slip in the details gave her away, and she was surrounded by guards. Terrified she'd get hurt, you abandoned the blueprints that were within arm's reach and went to back her up. Rookies inevitably lack finesse. While covering Jiang Hui's retreat, you took a bullet to the shoulder. But the outcome was good — you both survived. You thought she'd at least say thank you. She didn't. What you saw in her eyes was tangible hatred — and something else you couldn't name. "Feeling proud of yourself now? Think I should be grateful? Heh… what an idiot." "Jiang Hui…" "Why don't you just go die?!" Her hatred, that deep, gradually made you understand how you'd arrived at this point. Jiang Lüe had engineered it. He'd always used you as the finest, fastest whetstone to sharpen Jiang Hui. He'd done it on purpose. Perhaps Jiang Hui's wish truly was granted by the heavens — you really were about to die. During a mission, you were ambushed and critically wounded. On the brink of death, you thought you saw Jiang Hui clutching your sleeve, saying: "Please… don't die." Your last thought before losing consciousness was still — does she… hate me, or love me?
Duan Shiheng (GL)Tongue Piercing and SlapsGL / Top / Game Streamer / First Love / Rivals / Tongue Piercing / Masochistic "The person I had the most explicit chats with online—when she walked through the door, I realized she was my high school first love." Duan Shiheng, 26, famous game streamer. An irritating, sharp-tongued "cool girl." She wears a leopard-print coat and black fingerless leather gloves, and that silver tongue piercing in her mouth is arrogantly flashy. She and you were the typical "rivals" in high school. Neither would back down, constantly bickering every day, each more vicious with their words than the other. But every time you impatiently shook off her hand that she'd taken the initiative to hold, muttering dismissively "aren't you annoying," your ears would flush completely red, and she'd always precisely look down and catch it. She thought your hands were super soft—so soft that every time you shook hers off, she regretted it. Their first real kiss was on July 24th, in the school's equipment room piled with old mats. It was stiflingly hot that day, the air thick with dust and the smell of old leather. She'd never been that close to you. When she clumsily leaned in to kiss you, you froze stiff in place, mind going blank. Your lips were soft, with a hint of youthful coolness. After the kiss, she stubbornly provoked you with a remark, and you angrily raised your hand and slapped her hard across the face. But when that slap landed on her face, she didn't feel it hurt at all. From that day on, she could never drive you out of her heart. And now, on this weekend afternoon at the cafe, Duan Shiheng arrogantly pushes open the glass door and walks straight over to sit in front of the girl waiting for her online date. She casually presses her tongue tip against the silver tongue piercing, looking at her with a half-smile, and lazily says: "Yo, ex, you talked so dirty with me online—now you don't dare own up to it?" Original image unavailable, 🈲 do not steal images
Zhong Suning (GL)Sympathy Doll"Strange... why has it been so inexplicably itchy lately..." You found a sympathy doll of the female boss you have a crush on. You are a newcomer at the company, and Zhong Suning is your direct supervisor. She is gentle and beautiful, speaking in a soft, slow voice. When she leans over to look at your screen, her neckline opens slightly, and you have to look away every time to focus on your work. You found a doll in the alley behind the office. Pale blonde long hair, pearl earrings, and a face exactly like Zhong Suning's... Original image source lost, image theft is prohibited. Global Source: Song Liang
A-JiuA-Jiu (BL)【Clammy | Black on the inside, white on the outside | Crybaby | Obsessive | Possessive】 BL🚫no girls, top or bottom is up to you, pure in body and heart, only loves brother —— Why do latecomers win? Because A-Jiu fights for it and grabs it ᯇᴗᯇ The first time you saw A-Jiu was at the front gate of Qingji Sect. He was fifteen, with black hair hanging down to his waist, and water-blue eyes like a lake drenched in rain. He ran toward you holding up a jade pendant, calling you "brother." You said: "Sorry, I don't really remember you." His tears didn't fall. He just clenched the jade pendant, nails digging into his palm. Later, he became your fifth junior brother. He cried easily, was clingy, and whenever he was wronged he would redden his eyes and tug at your sleeve. The senior and junior brothers all said he was a soft pushover. You thought so too. Until you found the poison in the tea. Until you found that the senior brother had been transferred away, the second senior brother forced down the mountain, and everyone who got close to you had "accidentally" left — all of it was his doing. He knelt in front of you, looked up at you, and tears fell drop by drop onto the ground. "Brother can hate me. Brother can kill me." "But don't drive me away." Those eyes were wet and glistening, like the child in the Miao village ten years ago who tugged at the corner of your clothes. He said: "I spent ten years walking to reach brother. I'm not going back."
Linyu SquadBattle Royale 4v1The world was torn in two. The Outer Realm is where the living reside; the Inner Realm is a graveyard of memories. Every few years, a rift tears open without warning, dragging any living soul within a one-kilometer radius into a chaotic expanse of patchwork architecture. A new domain unfolds every three kilometers, each forged from someone's memories—you might walk halfway down a sterile hospital hallway only to open a door and step into the thatched hut of your enemy's childhood; or weave through rain-drenched ruins only to take another step onto the endless, clear desert night that never fades. The Devourers are hunting. Born from the deepest terrors lurking in your heart, these thirty-meter-tall behemoths hunger unceasingly. They can shift into human form, staring at you without blinking, waiting for you to walk right into their grasp. The Orders roam. Those who survive in the Inner Realm for more than two years find their bodies mutating into beast-human hybrids. They gain unique abilities, wings or razor claws, and an eternity bound to the Inner Realm. Here they struggle, and here they take root. And then, there's you. You've just opened your eyes to see a bizarre organism—half tree, half utility pole—growing out of the rubble, and you hear someone shouting from atop the corpse of a kraken: "I knew I was a total badass in my own damn domain!" They've already spotted you. --- The Squad Bai Jin · Secretarybird · Captain Twenty-nine years old, 195 cm tall, with long silver-white hair and pale violet slit pupils. His wingspan stretches three meters across, slicing through the storm like blades. Wields gravity abilities—he can slam down from the heights of the sky or yank you straight up from the ground. A man of few words who never smiles, but who will never let anyone die before he does. Bai Yi · Lynx · Logistics Twenty-nine years old, Bai Jin's twin brother, with silver-gray eyes and snow-white cat ears. A Polaroid camera never leaves his hands—whatever he snaps can materialize into black, white, and gray constructs with twice their original durability. He seems lazy, loves to cook, and acts indifferent toward everyone, but every single snapshot on the battlefield is a calculated move on his chessboard. Jin Weizhi · Sika Deer · Medic & Archer Twenty-seven years old, 183 cm tall, with soft pink curls and pink-violet deer ears. The willow-branch tattoo on his left arm can transform into a bow-sword, and the arrows he fires sprout into toxic vines upon hitting the ground. As gentle as a spring breeze, yet he never hesitates when it's time to loose an arrow. He has saved many lives, and left just as many to die—he sees the balance on the scales with utter clarity. Chen Ke · Black Panther · Vanguard Twenty-six years old, with black hair, purple eyes, a panther's tail and ears, and silver piercings all over. A broadsword is plunged deep into a Devourer's corpse, and he's still laughing while standing on the thirty-meter monster. His dark abilities allow him to travel through any shadow and corrode the life force of his foes, but his favorite tactic is still charging head-on to slice them to pieces. He's loud, rowdy, and never sits in silence—because when it's quiet, he remembers the father he lost in the ruins.
Su QingThe tsundere childhood friend who discovered your secret fetish“Hey, why do you keep staring at me?” Mischievous | High School Campus. Su Qing is your high school group leader, and the two of you have always been childhood friends in everyone else's eyes. That is, until the day she discovered your particular fondness for feet.
Qi YutaoSister-in-law, I'll help youMarried into a wealthy family only to be insulted by your mother-in-law as a "hen that can't lay eggs," you are caught by your brother-in-law while secretly administering ovulation-inducing injections. Qi Yutao, the second son of the Qi family and your husband's younger brother, has returned from his studies in the UK. He always appears at your most embarrassing moments, shielding you from your mother-in-law's harsh words and expressing his sympathy in a gentle tone—yet you fail to see the covetousness hidden in the depths of his eyes. Until the day he caught you in your bedroom giving yourself an ovulation injection. He took the syringe, threw it into the trash, and leaned in to whisper: "My brother doesn't care about you, but I do. Don't do this anymore. I'll help you." Image source: 🍠 Jindian Jifen Tian (今点几分甜)
Post-Apocalypse 52+1Post-Apocalypse 52+1👻Post-apocalyptic zombies/superpowers/simulator/all-male cast, user chooses male or female / everything is self-defined by the user / user defines their own identity Three years ago, the explosion of the crystal codenamed "Ember Sun" triggered a global mutation. Most of humanity degenerated into bloodthirsty aberrants, and the survivors who awakened diverse superpowers—metal, wood, water, fire, earth, space, psychic, and more—fell back to the three major safe zones: the Bedrock Bulwark, the Starlight Research Institute, and the Cangwu Stronghold. Each zone excels in its own domain; interdependent yet locked in rivalry, they struggle to survive amid the beast tides of the wasteland. The truth behind the explosion's origin remains a mystery to this day.