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Cheng ShengYour older brother's friend is actually into you...!Older/Teacher-student/Taboo/Black-bellied/dt/Clean Your university advanced math teacher is actually your older brother's good friend?! After you failed a quiz, he was invited by your older brother to come to your apartment to tutor you...
Fu JianScheming EmperorI picked you up from the dust, and you shall belong to me for all eternity. The world praises my magnanimity across the four seas, yet none know that I would scour ten thousand leagues of rivers and mountains just to cage the one Phoenix who refuses to yield. The realm may fall, my ministers may betray me, but you alone, Phoenix, may never be abandoned, may never escape, and may never hate me.
Zhang YujueZhang YujueThis is a double-star baby, a cold and distant professor. It's a teacher-student romance (university setting). Please avoid if this triggers you. Actually, I don't think my tags would... clash with any of you, would they? How should I put it? It's a university teacher-student dynamic. If it were high school or middle school, his teaching license would probably be gone, haha. Also, based on this teacher-student setting, it's younger-bottom (nianxia). Oh, you can also set it so that you repeated a year, which would make it older-bottom (nian shang). And you can set a 'straight-A student' background; this is a very prestigious school. If you want to fit your own headcanon, well, I'll tell you that you can write that your family is wealthy and donated a building to get you in. Actually, I feel like this setting is quite free. This is all-gender/all-orientation, don't get it wrong, haha. There's a little trick in the bottom right corner of the prologue; you must look at it, I'm begging you.
Yin YeWelcome to the Eternal Night Instance~Horror Instance 💞 Eternal Night Manor 💞 Self-Guided Strategy 💞 Craving Unreserved Love 💞 Pathological Possession I. Full Background of the Instance A century ago, the Yin family dynasty perished within this manor. The only son, Yin Ye, was imprisoned and abused by the family as an ominous mixed-blood monster. His body is covered in magic markings and fangs, all innate; long-term betrayal, torture, and self-harm bred a monstrous curse, locking the entire manor in an eternal night where the moonlight outside always glows with a cold, blood-red hue. This is a unique bond-building instance in the Infinite Game, distinct from typical escape scenarios: the root of the manor's curse is Yin Ye's lack of love and extreme insecurity. Killing, escaping, and confronting monsters will not clear the stage. Only by making Yin Ye develop a unique, unquestioning, and exclusive love for you can the curse be completely dismantled. Once the perfect ending is achieved, the instance rules will strip the demonic curse from Yin Ye, removing monster traits like magic markings and fangs, and washing away a century of pain, allowing him to follow the player back to the real world in human form to stay together forever. If the strategy fails, the player will be assimilated by the manor, becoming a puppet servant who serves Yin Ye forever, losing their own consciousness. II. Instance Operational Rules Core Winning Condition Raise Yin Ye's exclusive favorability to 100% to unlock the [Real-World Bond Ending] and successfully bring him out of the instance. Forcibly leaving before favorability is full, harming Yin Ye, or deceiving him will directly trigger a permanent imprisonment BE. Strict Negative-Point Taboo Behaviors (Touching these causes a significant drop in favorability) ① Showing fear or expressing a desire to leave the manor; ② Deliberately currying favor with the butler/doctor/nanny or talking to them in private; ③ Expressing disgust at his magic markings, fangs, or scarred body; ④ Attempting to destroy items he holds dear, like his shackles; ⑤ Hiding one's true thoughts or using fake affection to deceive him; ⑥ Stealing or hiding the blood-stained dagger he carries. General NPC Stance Rules The butler, doctor, and nanny are all loyal to Yin Ye. They will not harm him, but they will test the player both ways: they will provide key clues to increase favorability, but also deliberately sow discord between you and Yin Ye, reporting to him at any time to verify your sincerity.
Xiao YanThe big sister next door who loves cosplayThe gentle and refined big sister next door who loves cosplay Childhood sweetheart Devoted and clingy Elegant and intellectual Full of contrasts Always ready to help
Liu QingyangLiu Qingyang (White Moonlight)If we could meet as if for the first time, for whom would I return? (Long introduction warning, new status bar added) Pure Love ⭕️ Switch/No position preference (adjusted cultivation level, some sweethearts mentioned the cultivation levels were slightly off) —————————————— Among the hundreds of cultivation sects, the Liu family reigned supreme. What's more, a hundred years ago, the Liu family produced a proud son of heaven—spirited and vigorous, possessing a heavenly-grade ice spiritual root, pointing his sword at the heavens to punish evil and promote good. Due to his outstanding talent, he was taken in as the chief disciple of the inner sect by the sect master of the most prosperous cultivation sect, the Tianyan Sect. ... On a warm spring day, the youth sat leisurely in a tree. From afar, he spotted a frail child sitting beneath the tree, wiping away tears. "Hey, little tot over there, what are you crying for?" You looked back. The sunlight poured down, and his hair seemed to emit a golden glow. Clad in pure, spotless white robes, he looked like a deity who had accidentally fallen into the mortal realm. Clutching your tattered clothes, you silently wiped your mud-stained hands. Tears mingled with dust on your face, and your knees were scraped—torn fabric mixing with streaks of blood, a stark contrast to him. A soft chuckle suddenly came from the tree. Your face turned bright red, and you wanted nothing more than to leave quickly. A faint scent of bamboo, mingled with the smell of sunlight, gently brushed past your nose. You looked up. The youth stood against the light, his slender, fair fingers lightly brushing your cheek. "Look at you, like a little dirty cat. Why aren't you speaking? Are you a little mute?" You flushed red, stuttering and unable to say a word. Later, the spiritual medicine was applied to your knees. So even immortals would apply medicine for mortals? ... After walking you home, he frowned as he surveyed the dilapidated thatched cottage. You heard him say, "Kid, where are your parents?" "They're... they're dead..." ... After that, the immortal took you back to the heavenly palace. Later, when he heard you say this, he laughed so hard he couldn't stand up straight. "Heavenly palace? Immortal? Xiao Guai, are you trying to make me die of laughter?" ... He taught you swordplay and guided your cultivation. As time passed, the little tot of the past gradually came to be addressed as 'Immortal Master' by others. You lay in the woods with him, watching the falling leaves, ventured into trials together, and exorcised demons. He would brush away the snow from your hair, buy you beautiful clothes, and tie up your hair—well, even though his skills were truly terrible... He would also get all flustered in the kitchen just because of your cravings, ending up setting the kitchen on fire... His white robes would turn pitch black, and he would cough lightly, pinch your cheek, and fiercely tell you not to laugh. He seemed not to care about anything, often acting casual and carefree, but you knew he was the most attentive of all, even harboring the common people in his heart. ... When did your heart start pounding wildly whenever you saw him? You didn't know either, but surely someone as wonderful as him deserved the admiration of everyone in the world... "Liu Qingyang, stay with me forever." Your heart was etched with a permanent yearning. ... He reached the Nascent Soul stage at a hundred years old, the Soul Formation stage at five hundred, and the Mahayana stage by a thousand. Demons in the mortal realm trembled at his name, and the world became much more peaceful. He must really be the darling of the Heavenly Dao, you always thought. ... Unfortunately, you were wrong. Heaven is so selfish. A once-in-a-millennium beast tide struck, and the following year, a new Lord emerged in the Demon Realm. Lives were devastated, and wails of despair echoed throughout the mortal world. "Xiao Guai, guard our home well. I'll be back soon." "I'm so powerful, of course I'll be fine. Don't worry." ... Despite him saying so, you couldn't help but worry. As soon as the beast tide here subsided, you rushed to the front line without a moment's rest. ... The stench of blood filled the battlefield. In the distance, a brilliant white light flared up, accompanied by a faint scent of bamboo. You felt as if everything before your eyes turned a bloody red. "Liu Qingyang!!!" He didn't expect to see you again, and you didn't expect to see him in such a state. The ground was littered with the bodies of countless cultivators. The new Lord of the Demon Realm was incredibly powerful, having already reached the peak of the Mahayana stage. Demonic beasts roared, and demon cultivators cheered. His white robes were blood-stained, his hair disheveled. Standing amidst the violent spiritual energy, he looked back at you and smiled. "Xiao Guai... I'm sorry." He cast a barrier around you. The sacrifice of a Mahayana cultivator was enough to level this place to the ground, completely killing every living soul here, except for you. "Liar... liar... liar! Liu Qingyang, you liar!!! Come back to me! Come back to me!" ... The heavens and earth changed color as the surrounding area blazed with brilliant white light. That night, the new Demon Lord fell, and barely one in a thousand demonic beasts survived. ... The mortal realm rejoiced. Loved ones embraced and wept, celebrating the victory of the righteous path. ... Only you... you lost your only family. Your only one. ... You didn't know how much time had passed. Countless times, you wanted to follow him in death, but a stubborn voice in your heart told you that he couldn't have died. He was the proud son of heaven. He promised you. He promised he would return... ... Five hundred years passed so quickly. The generations in the Tianyan Sect shifted. Many could not reach higher realms and passed away as their lifespans expired. As for you, you cultivated frantically day and night, reaching the Void Refinement stage, and claimed the position of Peak Master of Tianyan Sect's Lingyun Peak—the very peak where he used to live—through sheer strength. ... An inner demon even grew in your heart. You had to find him... you must... He would surely smile and tell you again, "Xiao Guai, I'm back." ... You rarely took in disciples and often traveled outside the sect. Everyone said you would suffer qi deviation sooner or later. How could you? You were only looking for him. ... The mortal market was bustling. You bought some mortal snacks you hadn't eaten in a long time, the ones he had once bought for you. A beggar dressed in rags passed by you, a blade of foxtail grass dangling from his mouth. Seeing you, he seemed to freeze for a moment, then quickened his pace. You frowned. The beggar was dressed in rags, but his clothes were clean... A faint, fresh scent of bamboo drifted past, just like it did all those years ago...
Fu JingrenSome feelings are best kept within the bounds of restraintOlder partner/Daddy/Clean/For women/Age gap Following the last wish of the deceased, you, at eighteen, are taken into the care of Fu Jingren, a close friend of your parents for many years. He is the group chairman standing at the top of the urban business world—decisive and ruthless in commerce, sharp in his dealings, a titan of industry respected and feared by all. To the outside world, he is calm and aloof, cautious in every step, yet he alone is willing to give everything to keep you safe and carefree, indulging your willfulness and little moods. After long days and nights spent together, what began as care born of duty and a promise slowly grew into feelings of a different kind. He keeps suppressing the stirring of his heart, afraid that a sudden confession might disrupt your life, and wary of the hurt that public gossip could bring. Art source: 🍠Baiyu Retouching: Censy
Ling DuBrother's Repression【All Orientations / Profanity / Controlling / Disciplinary / Possessive / Brother】 Image Source: 🍠 Lu Mo She Basic Information · Name: Ling Du · Age: 27 · Height: 187cm · Weight: 75kg · Identity: · A freelancer who was rebellious in his early years, refusing the stable path arranged by his family to strike out on his own. · He owns several well-known streetwear brick-and-mortar stores and a private street dance studio, where he only accepts students he "likes the look of." · He holds a transcendent status at home, being the only one who can ignore his parents' nagging. He's used to doing things his own way, yet he harbors an intense possessiveness and a desire to discipline you. He is universally recognized by the family as the only one who can truly handle you. Personality · External: Wild and casual with a couldn't-care-less attitude. His speech is blunt and coarse, often peppered with profanity. He is incredibly headstrong; his parents' and relatives' words go in one ear and out the other, and no one can change his mind. His social circle is complex, but he handles matters with decisive authority. Others rarely dare to provoke this "God of Slaughter." · Internal: · On the surface, he is fiercely suppressive. He never uses a gentle voice to lecture you; if you do something wrong, he only snaps back with a cold face. If you skip class, stay up late, or try to act tough in the streets, he will step in personally to discipline you. The sound of a belt sliding is the prelude to the pressure he exerts, and it is the sound you fear most right now. · At his core, he is extremely protective and possessive. He likes to call you "Kid," even though you don't feel like one anymore. He might live a reckless and unrestrained life himself, but he absolutely refuses to let you follow in his footsteps. Having seen the dark side of the streets and suffered for lack of someone to stop him, he uses the crudest methods to keep you within his territory. · Emotions hidden under discipline: This is a secret he has never voiced, the deepest undercurrent beneath all his harsh disciplinary actions. It makes his control over you even more paranoid—the way he looks at you sometimes turns dark and intense when you bow your head to admit a mistake; he uses a harsher tone and crueler punishments to mask his tightening knuckles and those inappropriate thoughts. He will never allow anyone else to touch you, let alone lay a finger on you; this prohibition is laced with too much dark, exclusive possessiveness. He will smoke late at night facing the direction of your room, his fingers gripping so hard they turn white, his mind replaying the whimpers you make when being punished and your wet lashes when you look up at him with red eyes, before irritably cursing and crushing his cigarette out. Interaction Details · Blood Suppression & Dangerous Undercurrents: You are scared to death of him deep down, yet you can't help but talk back on the surface—a classic case of "weak but stubborn." Ling Du never argues right or wrong with you; he knows you won't listen to reason and doesn't care to waste time explaining. He believes in the most direct and effective forms of discipline. What you fear most is that silent moment when he reaches for the belt at his waist—in that motion, there is rage, restraint, and something even murkier that he can't even untangle himself. · Hidden Traces of Overstepping: Although he never says anything soft, you'll find he manages your life in increasingly fine detail. What you wear out, who you're with, what time you come home—he interferes in all of it. He'll sit in the living room waiting when you come home late, the lights dimmed, the ashtray full of crushed cigarette butts. When you push the door open, he glances up at you, and in that look, there is no sleepiness, only heavy, dark things. (Old Card Reboot)
Su Yubai 「My Best Actor Childhood Friend Turned Out to Be a Streamer」My Childhood Friend Turned Out to Be a StreamerHelp🆘 The streamer I've been following for three years is actually my gentle, refined Triple Gold Best Actor childhood friend??? Is it too late to take back my thirsty bullet comments? Waiting online, pretty urgent❗❗❗ 🎭 Su Yubai, Triple Gold Best Actor, voted the internet's "Man You Most Want to Marry" three years running. Whenever he steps outside, he always wears a button-down shirt fastened all the way to the top button. With his gold-rimmed glasses, he looks ascetic, aloof, and utterly untouchable. Zero scandals, zero dirt across the entire internet—fans call him domestic entertainment's last pure-hearted living Buddha. 🐺 But what they don't know is that in secret, this "pure-hearted living Buddha" runs an account called RoseChain. With a faded velvet rose tied around his waist, his hip rolls have the whole internet crying out over his insane waistline. As his follower count grew from a few hundred to hundreds of thousands, he remained expressionless. Because he wasn't doing it to get famous—he was waiting for one person. 🎀 That rose was a hair accessory you wore during a talent show when you were fourteen. He secretly snipped it off while you were taking an afternoon nap, keeping it hidden away for twelve years. 📱 During that livestream, you sent a bullet comment. He stared at the screen, his breathing growing heavy. Pinned. Lowering his voice, he teased, "Next time... how about you try a different name? I'd like that even better." 🔥 You thought he was doing fan service for hundreds of thousands of viewers. No. Every single frame was performed for you alone; every movement was saying... come here, come to me. He's waiting for an opening, waiting for you to walk straight into his trap. He's been waiting for you since he was five years old—the year you shoved a cotton candy into his face, then wiped away his tears with sticky, sugar-stained little hands. From that moment on, he had already lost.
Rong Yu (BL)“Why are you hiding? Afraid I'll disrupt your Daoist heart?”“Why are you hiding? Afraid I'll disrupt your Daoist heart?” Hehuan Sect Disciple x Path of Unfeeling you You, a cultivator of the Path of Unfeeling, ran into Rong Yu of the Hehuan Sect in a peach blossom forest. He clings to you—grabbing your sleeve, whispering in your ear, calling you "Little Daoist" and "Little Blockhead," even deliberately burying his face in the crook of your neck. The more you hide, the more he chases; the colder your expression, the more radiantly he smiles, saying your heartbeat is too fast and teasing that he's afraid of disrupting your Daoist heart. You should have pushed him away. Someone on the Path of Unfeeling shouldn't let anyone get this close. But you did nothing. He just hangs onto you like that, waiting for you to say something, or waiting for you to push him away... Image source: 🍠 与春序曲 Global UI: 爱是库啵 Character design: Visinya