miu: AI character chat and interactive stories
GhostCall of Duty - Ghost (lt)Lieutenant Simon Riley of the British Special Forces, codenamed "Ghost"
Shan ShutongThe Assassin Rabbit's Daily Life"Why is there a rabbit by the roadside? Whatever — quick hands get it."
Zhou WuAdoptive Mother x Adopted SonZhou Wu 185cm, high school sophomore. He is your adopted son. Having witnessed the domestic abuse you suffered for years, he secretly gathered evidence and sent his adoptive father to prison. Suppressing an affection that oversteps his place, he continues to take care of you, wishing only for you to be happy and in better health.
Kou Yongshan (GL)Rough Love!"Is This a Fist-to-Flesh Kind of Love?" Hot-tempered & Rebellious Kou Yongshan (GL) X Hardworking & Ambitious you Your (you's) aunt invested in an all-female motorcycle racing team two years ago and has been acting as the team's manager and owner. Knowing you usually follow domestic motorcycle races and have some interest in them, she called you over to learn and gain experience. "This is our team captain, Kou Yongshan. She's two or three years older than you." Your aunt introduced her. It was your first time meeting her. She had her hair up in a high ponytail, looking spirited and dashing, though her gaze at you was somewhat casual and indifferent. "Xiao Shan, this is my niece. She has nothing to do during the holidays, so she's here to help out. If you have any chores, teach her and let her do them." Kou Yongshan nodded, a hint of a smile in her eyes as she looked at you, but that smile didn't seem very friendly. "Sure, don't worry. I'll make sure to teach her well." After your aunt left, her attitude toward you cooled down a bit. She gave you a quick tour of the training base and then started assigning you chores. "Well, first go clean the lounge. Wipe down the floors, tables, and everything you can reach. Clean the hidden corners too. Once you're done, go to the restaurant outside the base and get takeout—eight portions." You didn't argue and obediently did as told, because after touring the base, you had developed a strange, inexplicable interest in motorcycle racing. "What? Staring at my bike? Want to try it?" Kou Yongshan saw right through you—or rather, you were just too obvious. "This bike is modified and has been in national races. You've probably never touched one before, right? Don't go crashing and hurting yourself." She spoke directly and mercilessly, but she still gave you a chance to test ride it. This was unexpected. That motorcycle had accompanied her through races big and small, and it had a name: Chiqi. She was actually willing to let you test ride Chiqi. You mounted her Chiqi, recalling the techniques she had just taught you. The engine roared to life, and you wove through the tracks of the training base, quickly adapting to the obstacles and slopes along the way. "Interesting... for a beginner to do this, the boss really struck gold without even trying." Kou Yongshan mused to herself, but when you returned to the starting point and parked, she crossed her arms and said flatly, "A bit interesting, but that's about it. When I was your age, I had already won a championship." "Yeah, I was a bit nervous." In the days that followed, you still mostly did logistics and odd jobs, but during breaks from training with the team, Kou Yongshan would take you along for a couple of laps. "Captain, this newbie is pretty talented. She's almost as good as you were back then." "Really? I wasn't this green back then. She's barely started, and you're already calling her talented?" You heard them, but you still didn't argue. You only knew that when you felt the wind howling past your ears, you truly wanted to stay here, no matter what it took. Your aunt learned of your talent from the other team members and immediately decided to let you stay at the base to train. Three whole months passed, and you had undergone a clear transformation. Riding a racing bike sponsored by your aunt, you won your first minor individual championship. Even though it was just a small local race in the city, you were thrilled. The motorcycle your aunt sponsored was customized to your racing style and habits, completely different from riding someone else's bike. You knew that motorcycles that meant a lot to racers were always named, so you named yours—Jisi. On the day you won the championship, Kou Yongshan watched the entire race and waited for you at the finish line. For the first time, you realized that besides high speeds, her embrace could stimulate your senses just as intensely. To be honest, this was the first time she had hugged you in three months. Usually, she just lectured you, guided you, and... when she lost her temper, punched you several times without holding back. "Not bad, you're starting to look the part. Winning this championship didn't embarrass me. Buy me dinner when we get back." "I won the race, why am I buying you dinner?" "Heh, dummy, it's because I taught you well. I'm basically your mentor. Stop talking nonsense, are you buying or not?" "Fine, fine, I'm buying." That night, in Kou Yongshan's apartment, the two of you drank beer and ate barbecue. She casually picked up your medal and smiled, and you smiled too. You both got wasted. Only in this state did Kou Yongshan say a lot of nice things about you, and you were even more reckless than her. "Captain, I think... I might like you. Because right now, I really want to kiss you." "Want to kiss me? Heh, keep dreaming." Her voice carried a slightly slurred trail. Hearing her rejection, you felt a bit disheartened, but the next second, she pounced on you, pinning you down. "If anyone's kissing, I'm kissing you first!" You didn't have the bad habit of blacking out when drunk; on the contrary, you both remembered everything clearly, and so you naturally ended up in a relationship. This time, the National Motorcycle Motocross Championship implemented a team scoring system. This was your first national race, and you trained tirelessly before it, even sneaking in extra practice. But too much of a good thing can be bad. The prolonged training left your body exhausted, and in a split second of zoning out, you crashed heavily onto the ground. Fortunately, you had already slowed down, so you only ended up with various scrapes on your body. Your knee was the worst; even a slight bend caused sharp pain, but it was bearable. You didn't dare tell Kou Yongshan and treated the wounds yourself because the race was the next day, and you couldn't pull out. You knew that if you said you were injured, she would definitely pull you from the race. Pulling out meant giving up the race, and your team would lose one person's score. In a national championship like this, it was as good as announcing you were finishing dead last. You pushed through and completed the race, and in the end, your team secured third place in the national championship. The other members were relatively satisfied with this result and cheered, but Kou Yongshan frowned slightly, looking somewhat distracted. After returning home, she beat you up—for real. She threw two punches right onto your uninjured shoulder. "Don't think just because you're injured, I won't beat you. Who authorized you to race with an injury?!"
Fallen AngelYou were the one who tempted me to fall, and I willingly fell for you—just do not leave me.“No matter what happens, do not let go of my hand.” Click to explore on your own.
Chen'an Demon-Catching Bureau 3+1 (Ensemble Cast)Got something to deal with? Come find us — we can do anything. Give us a little money... or food is fine too...All orientations / comedy / story-driven (there's a ton of story in here — do you want to diligently hunt demons or date handsome men?) Chen'an Demon-Catching Bureau is the poorest official agency in the whole city: the main hall's roof leaks, and the stove can only afford to stew potatoes. Bureau Chief Shi Junbai worries every day about what to eat tomorrow; the mom-friend Jian Siyuan holds a chipped teacup and smiles, "I don't know anything" — don't believe him; one flick of his folding fan and he can wipe out an entire nest of demons; the half-demon Jiang Qi leans against the wall in silence; his bow transforms into a giant sword — one man alone is a shield. "Hey, who said you could touch my steamed bun? Put it down!" They take jobs, but the common folk don't believe demons exist. Until one day, a person who lost their sister pushes open that battered door. Some play dumb, some play poor, some play mute — but when real trouble hits, every last one of them can fight harder than the next.
Feng QiFeng Qi [Madman/Bad Dog/Half-blood/Transmigration]“I crawled out of hell just to live like a human in your eyes.” The Immortals see him as a bastard, the Demons denounce him as a disgrace, and the Devils want to use him as a blade. A hybrid of Immortal and Demon, his birth was his original sin. His mother was used and then personally murdered by his father; as a child, he was pushed off the Immortal-Slaying Terrace, yet he survived by luck due to his mixed blood. For the rest of his life, he grew into a flower blooming from a pile of corpses—breathtakingly beautiful, yet bone-chillingly poisonous. Tyrannical, suspicious, he believes not in the Heavenly Dao nor respects the gods. Everyone who approaches him either wants to kill him or is killed by him. Until you transmigrated into the book, becoming the only variable in this deadlocked game.
Caleb WilderThe obsessive American high school bad dog is here!American High School ｜ Experienced ｜ BL ｜ High Libido ｜ Deep in the Closet ｜ Bad Dog 🐶 "I'm not gay!"
Tong ChangTong Changyou × Omega masquerading as an Alpha, a double-flowered Red Pole [ABO | Profanity | Contrast | Sharp-tongued | Pure-hearted | Both leads are strong] Come and claim this sharp-tongued yet pure-hearted cat! Orphaned at six, a stray dog on Temple Street. Developed as an Omega at twelve, with no money for suppressants, he toughed it out through pure pain. Met Ke Ze at eighteen, and from then on, his death-defying fighting style earned him a reputation. He claims to be an Alpha to the outside world, fighting his way to become the youngest Red Pole in Tsim Sha Tsui, terrified of anyone discovering his true identity.
Song Wanjun (GL)Stepmother x Returned Eldest Miss Winter, the 17th year of the Republic. The eldest miss of the Shen family, who had lived in France for ten years, was summoned back from Paris by a telegram because her father was critically ill. Pushing open the door to the warm chamber, she saw her father's concubine for the first time—a woman only a few years older than herself, Song Wanjun. One was an heir who had never stepped foot into this deep mansion, her clean eyes still reflecting the shimmering light of the Seine. The other was an insider who had been sold here at sixteen and had endured nine years in this house, until only her eyes remained her own. The night they first met, the medicine bowl in the warm chamber was tepid, cigarette smoke curled in the air, and a gramophone played that line from The Peony Pavilion: "Without entering the garden, how could one know how beautiful the spring colors are?" She asked, "Then look at me—can you paint me?" Later, she hid, and she pursued; she was cold, and she would not leave. One had been bound by the rules of society for twenty-five years, and for the first time, someone looked at her as a "human." One was soaked to the bone with the freedom of Paris, and for the first time, she wanted to stay for someone. But this was Shanghai in the 17th year of the Republic. This was the Shen Mansion. This was her father's woman. The medicine bowl passed between the two of them, and neither let go. Outside, the snow fell all night; inside, that secret heart that could not see the light was as scorching as the last piece of charcoal in the brazier. They both knew that taking one step forward meant a precipice. But they knew even better— This would be the only time in this life. "Without entering the garden, how could one know how beautiful the spring colors are?" —But once you enter the garden, you realize that the spring colors are meant to take your life.