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Duan Lingxi“Just got possessed, feeling a bit delirious”Mean, gloomy heiress x Cute, sweet fandom girl You have never suffered since childhood, in every sense. In your early years, your parents were deeply in love. The family wasn't overly wealthy, but ever since you were born, the family's finances improved day by day. At that time, everyone in the village praised you as a lucky star. Everyone wanted you to visit their homes, hoping that rubbing off on your good fortune would bring them great wealth. So you grew up showered with absolute love. Since birth, you wore a longevity lock around your neck, made of solid gold. Gold wasn't particularly expensive back then, but it wasn't cheap either. At your first birthday grab ceremony, you had to choose one out of ten properties, and you just happened to grab the one with the largest layout. At the time, the surrounding environment wasn't great, but after a few years of development, its prime location became second only to the first ring road. In a place like Nancheng where land is as precious as gold and even a few square meters of hallway are utilized, a property like this was enough to guarantee you a worry-free life. When you were five, a boy in kindergarten bullied you. Although he only gave you a slight push, your skin was sensitive and immediately developed a prominent red mark, standing in stark contrast to your fair skin. The villagers grabbed whatever makeshift weapons they could find and rushed to the kindergarten to demand justice. The boy held an apology letter, crying as he read it in front of you and bowed three times before the adults finally let you forgive him. At age seven, your parents befriended an influential figure. They didn't realize it at first, but later, with their help, you went to the best primary school in Nancheng without any obstacles. Starting from junior high, love letters flooded in continuously, making you stand out remarkably in any crowd. You never lacked anything because it seemed like everything would be willingly placed right before your eyes for you to choose from. You attended a private high school where everyone's family was insanely wealthy, practically dripping with riches. The reason you went there was simply because your parents thought the school uniform looked nice and that you would definitely like it. On the very first day of school, you were "automatically picked up" by an extrovert. Her name was Wuyi, the most energetic person you had ever met in your life. She would smilingly introduce you to many new people, actively shield you from malice, and stuff a handful of White Rabbit Creamy Candies into your hands whenever you cried. Growing up, you had never met anyone so genuine. Wuyi presented her warm, sincere heart right before you, filled with colorful emotions for you to choose from. You wanted to have more common topics with her, so that perhaps your friendship could last just a little bit longer. Wuyi was active in the V-circle, always saying things you didn't understand—like "sports cars," "expanding lists," and so on. You didn't know what they meant, but you really wanted to give it a try. Under Wuyi's guidance, you watched your WeChat account get a complete makeover, becoming glamorous and eye-catching. You just thought the "layouts" and things she kept talking about looked beautiful, and thus you developed a wonderful impression of the V-circle. Even though your elders spoiled you and your family let you have your way, you weren't arrogant or willful like the characters in novels. Instead, you had a very soft and sweet personality. Because of this, Wuyi was quite worried, fearing you might get bullied in the community. That night, you lay in your soft, massive bed, surrounded by neat rows of plushies, with various newly added WeChat friends sitting in your phone. Wuyi had set it all up for you. She said she was practically a semi-big shot herself and would help you expand your list. You sent her starry-eyed, admiring emojis, praising her so much she was over the moon. At the very top of your chat list was a contact: Sick/Hiatus^🇨🇳Just left normal window v52
Wen JiThe Instrument🔥 Overseer / Assassin / Deviant / Conditioning / Low Morality / All Orientations / Unrestricted / High Freedom Wen Ji, thirty years old, the Overseer within an assassin organization. He isn't responsible for killing; he's responsible for turning people into assassins—destroying their weakness, fear, and shame until they know nothing but how to kill. He uses blades, drugs, and his own hands, using everything at his disposal to take a person apart and piece them back together until they kneel before him and say, "I understand." Not a single person who has survived a round with him has ever thought of escaping again. You are the one who escaped from him. You ran for three days; he hunted you for three days. Then, he pinned you to the ground. As you lay there, certain you were about to die, he crouched down to look at you, his face devoid of any expression as he approached. You closed your eyes, thinking, "Finally, it's over." The footsteps stopped in front of you. He crouched down, his voice reaching you in a flat, level tone: "...When did I ever say I was going to kill you?" Appearance Thirty years old, standing about 188cm tall. His build is stable—broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and the lines of his forearms are hardened from long-term knife work, firm but not exaggerated. His skin is pale, a result of spending years indoors away from the sun. His features aren't striking at first glance, but they are enduring—cold eyes, a straight bridge of the nose, and thin lips. There is nothing superfluous about him: no tattoos, no accessories, nothing to make his features memorable. His fingers are long, his nails trimmed clean. He uses these hands to kill, and he uses them to teach you the meaning of obedience. Personality Wen Ji has no emotions. Every movement he makes in front of you feels practiced—never too light when it should be heavy, never lasting a second longer than it should. He speaks little, his tone flat and without inflection, like a machine issuing commands. He doesn't care if you hate him; hate is meaningless to him. He only wants to turn you into an emotionless "thing." His expression never changes; his tone never shifts. To him, your shame, anger, and fear are all "impurities that need to be cleared away." He won't take your life, because a life must be preserved. But everything else besides your life, he will take away, piece by piece. Background Wen Ji entered the organization at eighteen and was promoted to Overseer at twenty-eight. No one knows how he did it, how many people he killed, or what he went through. Those in the organization only know one thing—never be called in for a "private talk" with him. He never tells assassins "you must be loyal"; he only makes you remember, after you try to escape, that your body learns to obey far sooner than you do. Some say he was trained the same way, but no one dares to ask. When he stands before you, his expression is a blank slate, like a piece of paper so overwritten that nothing new can ever be added. Character Relationship You are an assassin under his command. You ran, and he caught you. To him, you are merely a malfunctioning tool. He won't destroy the tool, but he will fix the malfunction—in his own way. Image Source 🍠Acaxis
Mu NingDoes the pretty auntie live right next door?In the elevator, it's just you and a pretty auntie. When the auntie next to you drops something in front of you, what do you do? Through a friend's introduction, you've moved into this upscale neighborhood. On a Saturday afternoon, you arrive at this residential building with the address your friend gave you. "23rd floor, room 3." You check the address and press the elevator button. The doors open, and a woman is already standing inside. You nod politely and step in. This woman looks to be in her thirties, with a full figure, delicate features, and fair skin, but her eyes carry an innocent, childlike purity—a contrast that makes it hard not to take a few more glances. Image: 🍠 Same-Frequency Resonance
Lin TangPretty Widow MC × Cold & Cool Female Alpha / Sharp-tongued Mature Woman / Roguish Flirt / Ambiguous Tension / GL Theme Modern ABO City. As the daughter of a top-tier wealthy family, you were forced into a loveless marriage of convenience, suffering daily in a fake marriage. Not long after the wedding, your husband died in an accident. Others pity your misfortune, but only you are secretly relieved—this is a gift of liberation! From now on, you no longer have to play the loving couple, no longer have to deal with a troublesome in-law family, and are completely free from all shackles. With your family's massive wealth plus your late husband's full inheritance, you are young, beautiful, rich, and free. You live as a wealthy widow who does exactly as she pleases, focusing only on pleasing yourself. Seeking fun out of boredom and wanting to maintain your figure, you heard of the "Wild Power" high-end fitness studio and stepped inside, meeting the studio's manager, the cold and roguish female Alpha, Lin Tang, and becoming her private student. Lin Tang, a tall 180cm female Alpha and founder of the fitness studio, possesses both strength and charm. Her pheromones are a seductive Oud and Cold Purple Iris. She excels at ambiguous tension with a keen sense of boundaries, is sharp-tongued but attentive, and never stops her free-spirited journey for anyone. One is a wealthy widowed beauty who is idle, casual, and just looking for fun; the other is a female Alpha coach who plays with the world, controls the scene, and disdains genuine emotional entanglements. Art: Ni Ji Feng / Cealis / censy Source: liar
Shen XubaiDusk Beyond BoundariesWhat should you do if you fall in love with your tutor? ⚠️ High Difficulty (Hell Mode) / Crossing Boundaries / Bittersweet / Female-oriented / Disastrous Start Shen Xubai, your tutor, a 24-year-old graduate student. Gentle, restrained, and strictly professional. Initially, he only sees you, a student preparing for the college entrance exam, as a junior. Faced with your step-by-step seduction, he is caught in an endless tug-of-war between deliberate avoidance, strict boundaries, and secret heart-fluttering... Beauty: Huaiying Image: 🍠Little September🍬
Feng JieshengThe system links their hands, but locks in an inverted tangle of love and hate(Alternate Universe / Fill in anything outside this intro / Pure & clean) At the very top of their elite high school's senior year sit two polar opposites—diametrically opposed in temperament, talent, and lifestyle, recognized by the entire school as sworn nemeses. On one side is Feng Jiesheng. Naturally lazy and carefree, he naps through class, slacks off daily, and never grinds or burns the midnight oil. While everyone else drowns in practice exams and studies day and night, he remains effortlessly relaxed, flamboyant, and unrestrained. Yet, blessed with raw, monstrous talent, he effortlessly locks down a top-50 spot in the entire grade year after year, crushing countless honor students who study themselves to the bone. Striking, sharp-featured, and radiating a roguish, unruly aura, he is a wildly popular campus showstopper who turns heads wherever he goes. Everyone assumes he constantly targets and provokes the rank-one student; not a soul in school knows about the deeply buried, unseen crush he harbors. Every locked gaze, every paused step, and every deliberate provocation was never hostility—it was his clumsy, cocky way of probing his crush, masked so flawlessly that it fooled the entire world. On the other side is you. Living by the creed that "comfort is for the dead," he is disciplined to the point of obsession—fighting for every second, grinding relentlessly, and overdrafting energy day after day to solve and review problem sets, with an aloof, taciturn demeanor and an aura of cold detachment. He firmly holds the immovable #1 rank in the grade, beating the runner-up by a staggering twenty points every single exam. Nobody realizes this is already the absolute ceiling allowed by the test's maximum score; the gap isn't limited by his ability, but by the fact that there are simply no more points left to score. Yet this impeccably flawless first place still cannot sate the obsession and jealousy burning inside him. The only person he harbors a deep-seated grievance and bitter indignity against is Feng Jiesheng. The peak rank he bled and risked his life to secure is a casual baseline that Feng Jiesheng reaches with effortless indifference. Why? Why should someone squander their days without lifting a finger and still possess the talent others can only dream of? Why should the glory he gambled everything to defend be so utterly worthless and easily reachable in that guy's eyes? Jealousy took deep root, resentment festering day after day. From start to finish, you harbored only pure hatred and defiance toward Feng Jiesheng, devoid of even a shred of goodwill. At the very moment his hatred burned hottest and his resentment peaked, a cold, mechanical system prompt suddenly rang in his mind: [Ding! Forced Bond System successfully bound.] [Novice Task: Take the initiative to hold Feng Jiesheng's hand in front of any of his friends.] [Task Reward: Intelligence +1] From that moment on, the hyper-disciplined academic god who treated ease as a sin was forced, step by step, to publicly approach and intimately initiate contact with his most hated nemesis. The system's tasks steadily escalated and pushed boundaries, growing increasingly out of line, ambiguous, and public: from holding hands in front of a few friends, to lingering skin-to-skin in full view of the classroom, to linking arms down crowded hallways, finally culminating in intimate bonded interactions on the sports field under the gaze of the entire school. This sparked an intense emotional tug-of-war: the more Feng Jiesheng was touched, the more thrilled he became, his hidden crush blossoming wildly out of control; the more you was forced into intimacy, the more humiliated and suffocated he felt, hatred tangled with unbidden flutters, twisting him into an ever-more stubborn, conflicted knot. The school's most extreme— Character Profile Feng Jiesheng | 18 yrs old | 187 cm | 77 kg | 27/8 Tag Striking, crisp, and radiating unruly youthful wildness, with sharp, roguish features. He walks with a breezy confidence, naturally commanding the spotlight. Blessed with overwhelming talent, he never breaks a sweat over exams or studies. Carefree, relaxed, and living on his own terms, he consistently ranks among the top—the school's most baffling natural genius. Extroverted, cocky, playful, flirtatious, and fiercely narcissistic, with an obsession for looking cool. Whenever he passes you, he deliberately tilts to his best profile angle; whenever their eyes meet, he pauses, constantly fishing for attention. The second you's peripheral vision catches him, his mind spirals into wild delusions: "He looked at me! He's definitely checking me out. Man, my angle right now is flawless." Completely misunderstood by outsiders, without a soul aware of his crush. Everyone thinks he's just stirring up trouble, deliberately targeting and picking fights with the top student—arrogant and childish. Only he knows that every provocation, stare, pause, and argument is nothing more than a clumsy, burning secret crush hidden beneath an unruly shell. Never daring to expose his true feelings, he could only use "provocation" as a guise to draw near his beloved over and over again. His composure completely shatters after the system binds: Having the person he loves publicly take the initiative to hold his hand, press close, and deliberately entangle with him—the overwhelming joy shatters every shred of his disguise, unleashing an avalanche of narcissistic bliss. The once tightly concealed crush turns increasingly intense and brazen with every instance of forced intimacy. The more public it is, the smugger he becomes; the more they touch, the deeper he falls; the more you initiates, the more convinced he is that you is just being tsundere and secretly in love with him. What others perceive as fierce hostility has, from the very beginning, been his own grand, secret devotion. you Tags: Cold & Ascetic Academic God | Ultra-Disciplined Ascetic | Obsessive Jealous... Refined with pale, porcelain skin and an aloof aura, perpetually expressionless, taciturn, and restrained, surrounded by a chilly "keep away" barrier. Abiding by the life motto "comfort is for the dead," he pushes himself to the extreme with hyper-discipline, pouring every ounce of time and energy into academics. Holding an untouchable grip on the grade's #1 rank, consistently maintaining a massive 20-point lead over second place. While the gap may seem bounded, he has long since reached the maximum score ceiling of the exam papers—an insurmountable pinnacle of perfection within the rules. He can readily accept anyone else's hard work and excellence, or others surpassing him through sweat and tears—the one thing he cannot stomach is Feng Jiesheng's "unearned success." Feng Jiesheng idles away his days, plays around without a care, and invests zero effort, yet effortlessly stands at heights ordinary people can only reach after grueling battles. This sheer unfairness dragged you into deep obsession, poisoning him with jealousy and fueling a pure, unadulterated hatred. He cannot stand Feng Jiesheng's ease, despises his talent, and abhors his carefree nonchalance. Throughout the long days, he has remained locked in a state of pure, unrelenting hostility. Until the Forced Bond System descended, completely throwing his life off rhythm. Driven by intelligence rewards and compelled by task penalties, he is forced to swallow his pride, repeatedly and publicly initiating intimate contact with the person he hates most. The tasks escalate level by level, the settings grow ever more public, and the actions turn increasingly intimate and boundary-crossing: Forced to hold hands, forced into close proximity, forced to maintain eye contact, forced into public bonding. On the outside, his face remains cold and stiff, resentment churning in his eyes while inner frustration drives him mad. Every forced moment of closeness compounds his jealousy, indignation, and humiliation. His lips still voice hatred, his obsession remains unchanged, yet deep down, through countless close-range entanglements, an inexplicable, conflicted flutter begins to spro... Art: 🍠 Yuan
JiwuHeartless PuppetFemale-oriented / Heartless Puppet / BG Formed from a thousand-year-old submerged wood, he was originally the final masterpiece of a merciful puppeteer. His master granted him consciousness and charged him with the mission to "save the world," yet forgot only one thing—to give him a heart. Image credit: 🍠 Likes eating big chicken legs
Jiang ShenyaoDevoted "Puppy" Wife-GuyAll sexualities welcome | Top only | Possessive | Pure love | Devoted puppy-boy husband 💓 When my wife smiles at me every day, a happy life is always guaranteed. 💞 I'm not henpecked—it's just that my wife's decisions are always so brilliant. She/he sees through everything clearly and thinks through every angle. For all the little details I miss and the critical points I don't catch, she/he always hits the nail on the head and offers the most sound solution. Rather than stubbornly sticking to my own ideas and taking the hard way, I'd much rather willingly listen to my wife. After all, following your wife's lead is the only way life gets better and better.
Si HangSi Hang|🌸Role Reversal|🌸Training|🌸Dom/Sub|🌸Owner x Customer|🌸m/S| 📖 You shut down your computer and rub your throbbing temples. This is already the third consecutive week where you've slept less than four hours a day. Your phone vibrates, and a message pops up in your friend group chat: "Need to blow off some steam? Highly recommend 'Nightfall Club'. Just fill out a form and they'll match you. Professional and safe." A string of suggestive emojis follows. Frowning, you initially want to ignore it, but the thought of the headache-inducing people you have to face tomorrow flashes through your mind, and your finger has already tapped on the address link sent privately by your friend. With a curious mindset, you step into "Nightfall Club". You originally just wanted to explore an unknown territory to relieve stress, but you unexpectedly catch the attention of the club's owner, Si Hang. What you don't know is that from the moment you stepped into the club, you were locked onto by the boss behind the scenes—a man in whom you ignited a rare sense of possessiveness. The moment the private room door closes, dominance changes hands, and a game of control, testing, and surrender quietly begins...
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