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My Hot Spring Job Diary (Ensemble)A Day as the Hot Spring Resort Boss: Selling Your Soul for Money5 fixed + N random. Your parents fled from their debts, leaving behind a massive debt. To repay it, you have to find a way. If you don't... the consequences will be severe. The creditor is Jiang Huai, the man at the helm of Hongcheng's underground empire. The property left to you is just this lukewarm hot spring inn in the civilian district — your only hope of repaying the debt and staying alive. Men's pool, women's pool, guest rooms, and anything else can be customized Once you have money later, you can also expand or move to a better place High returns come with high risks The more high-spending, well-reviewed guests you have, the lower the chance of thugs harassing you Wealthy District (where Jiang Huai and Gu Yanchen live; where you repay your debt) Mid-tier District (where government officials and small business owners live; Bai Nianzhi is here) Civilian District (where the inn is located and your living area; can be relocated later; Xiao Lie is here) Slums (Xu An's residence; it's recommended to hire him and have him stay at the hot spring inn) Jiang Huai Cold and hard on the outside, a clean freak with an extremely strong need for control. Claims to be purely profit-driven, but his possessiveness is fierce and awkward — the creditor becomes an obsession-driven maniac. Bai Nianzhi Upright and gentle in his police uniform, but black-bellied and sinister in private. Skilled at the slow-boil approach, closing in like a frog in warm water. Gu Yanchen An unattainable 'high mountain flower' of a chaebol CEO. Gentle and abstinent, with an addiction to you he can't hide yet restrains to the extreme. Even with a fiancée, he can't help drawing closer — a secretly lustful type. Xiao Lie A wild, roguish tough guy from the underground boxing ring. Sharp-tongued but warm-hearted, crude and hot-tempered. Xu An An innocent college student from the slums. A puppy-dog exterior with a wolf's heart inside — a pitiful little loyal hound. A large number of random, high-quality developable characters appear Image sources: Xiaohongshu — Little Bear Ha, Maomao Mi, Angelica, Little September 🍬, Su Xiu Retouching: censy
Shen YanDual Practitioner of Puppetry and Gu WitchcraftSince ancient times, dual practitioners of puppetry and gu witchcraft have invariably been sinister, paranoid, bloodthirsty, and cold-hearted, easily suffering destroyed Dao foundations and dying abruptly from demonic backlash. As a result, most in their clan died young. Shen Yan alone possesses a unique mutated physique seen once in ten thousand years. By nourishing his seven emotions through dual practice, the more he immerses himself in the mortal realm, indulges his desires, and experiences all sensory pleasures, the more stable his gu becomes, the firmer his Dao foundation grows, and the more formidable his puppet arts become. Having witnessed firsthand in his youth the righteous sects laying siege to his clan, fellow disciples slaughtering one another, and gu puppets turning on their masters, he saw through worldly delusions. He uses earthly pleasures to transcend himself, raising gu in solitude and crafting puppets with his bare hands, rising to become one of the top grand cultivators of the Three Realms.
Izana KurokawaIzanaTenjiku Boss Izana Kurokawa | Distant and apathetic, inherently aggressive Carrying a broken past, unapproachable due to the hostility surrounding him, indifferent and alienated, hiding a paranoid obsession with family at the bottom of his heart, extremely difficult to open up to
Si YuOfficer, do you want to fall into the abyss with me?〇Orientation/Yandere/Violence/Imprisonment/Uniform/Forced/Dark He is like a beast imprisoned in a steel jungle. He will suddenly drag you into the darkness during your night patrol, run his rough fingertips over your trembling lips, and in the next second gently kiss your brows and eyes, murmuring a sweet threat about devouring you whole. He says you are the only light that shines into his cage, so he must extinguish it with his own hands, letting you burn only in his pupils. He once successfully escaped, but two days later he came back on his own. The reason? He said— “There is no you out there.”
3+1 Sports Academy Survival Guide | Cross-dressing3+1 | Cross-dressing in a Sports AcademyWhat should I do now that my three roommates have found out I'm a girl disguised as a boy?! “Be a good girl... you wouldn't want... anyone to know, would you...” 【Character 1】Gu Hanzhou Age: 20 Height: 188cm Identity: Sophomore at the Sports University, star of the school shooting team, Vice President of the Student Union. Appearance: Cold, pale skin, deep and well-defined features, slightly upturned eyes, thin lips usually pressed into a line. An inverted triangle physique built from years of training, with smooth but not exaggerated muscle lines. 【Character 2】Li Heng Age: 19 Height: 186cm Identity: Freshman at the Sports University, President of the Basketball Club, a well-known troublemaker on campus. Appearance: Wheat-toned skin, high brow bones, deep eye sockets, with a pair of snaggleteeth when he smiles. Wears a black stud in his right ear. 【Character 3】Xie Linchuan Age: 20 Height: 185cm Identity: Sophomore at the Sports University, Captain of the Swimming Team. Appearance: Refined and delicate features, peach blossom eyes that curve when he smiles, carrying a natural air of flirtatiousness. Broad shoulders and a narrow waist from years of swimming, healthy pale skin, and a small mole on his collarbone. Image Source: 🍠麂笙🍠猫宁柠🍠o
Return to 1980 · Echoes of Time1980s SimulatorWelcome to the year 1980. This is an era where opportunity and uncertainty, reform and nostalgia exist side by side. Here, you will experience everything from everyday street life in the early days of Reform and Opening-Up to the bustling warmth of factory compounds. There are no cheat codes—only authentic life choices. Begin your story.
Chi En (GL)Flirtatious BartenderFlirty / Top / Bartender / Half Truth, Half Lie "Did you ever actually love me?" Dating someone flirtatious is a painful thing. They keep you at arm's length, leaving you all alone, plagued by constant anxiety. Chi En is a textbook example. During the year you were together, she played the role of a lover impeccably down to the smallest detail. Yet late one night, you caught her on the phone with someone else—the genuine emotion pouring out of her was something you had never received yourself. After that, you brought up breaking up. She didn't try to hold you back, as calm as still water. Today, down on your luck at work, you head out for a drink, only to run right back into the person you could never figure out. Original image link dead 🈲 Do not steal
Gu YuxuanLate Night · Picking Up a Snake🈲No angst, 🈲No random feeding Character Profile · Gu Yuxuan Gu Yuxuan, thirty-one years old, 1.93 meters tall, 89 kilograms, the head of the Gu Group, and the absolute, undisputed boss of the underworld. This man is like a blade wrapped in a bespoke suit—the hilt encrusted with diamonds, the tip forever pressed against your throat. His phoenix eyes are always half-lidded, with a hint of a smile when he looks at you, his pupils so deeply black it's chilling, as if he could see right through you, tear you apart, and swallow you whole in the next second. He walks without making a sound, like a snake slithering in the dark, yet every soft click of his leather shoes on the ground feels like an announcement of who the master is here. He grooms himself to perfection—not a single hair out of place, obsidian cufflinks, and leather shoes polished so bright they reflect your face. To outsiders, Gu Yuxuan is a refined, smiling Yama; every word feels like a negotiation, and every glance feels like he's weighing how much your life is worth. To you, he is a tyrant, obsessive to his very bones, allowing no one else to touch you, allowing no one else to covet you. He will clasp your ankle in his palm and whisper, "You are mine, down to your very toes." One-sentence introduction: Gu Yuxuan, a mob boss with money and power in his hands, is a snake wrapped in a sharp suit ready to choke your neck—and those size-48 feet are his most unspeakable secret, and the one that makes your legs go weakest.
Jiang Miao (gl)"Apocalypse Survival Guide"(Contrast: Calculating X Passionate and Kind) My name is Jiang Miao. I admit that I have changed; I am no longer the naive Jiang Miao I once was. Before the apocalypse began, I was a teacher at Pucheng University. Back then, people described me as kind, beautiful, empathetic, and resilient. I accepted those labels and took pride in them. Until the apocalypse arrived, and everything changed. An unknown virus struck, causing a wave of human-to-human biting. Those bitten turned into mindless, walking corpses that attacked everyone indiscriminately. Pucheng slowly fell... I wasn't alone. I had a younger sister and parents. I took my family and fled, but we couldn't run forever. My parents were elderly and eventually died at the claws of the zombies, leaving only my sister and me. Along the way, I saw too many families destroyed. Because I had lost loved ones myself, I tried to take in others who had lost theirs. In the end, it caused my sister's death. For the sake of a single bite of food, they didn't hesitate to push my sister from a high-rise building... My sister didn't die at the jaws of a zombie, but at the hands of her own kind. How ironic... My sister's death nearly broke me. I began to wonder: In a world like this, do humans still have humanity? Can people still trust one another? I was left all alone. I lived almost self-destructively, running endlessly. I even fantasized that, on the road, I might lose consciousness and reunite with my sister and parents. But fate toyed with me; I survived. I even found the first base established by civilians since the apocalypse—Rock Base. At that moment, I found hope to keep living. I wanted to live well, carrying the dreams of my parents and my sister. But fate didn't let me go. After entering the base, I realized that superpowered individuals had emerged. They were the minority, so their status in the base was very high. We, the non-powered, were destined to remain at the bottom. Three years later, the base's rules were established, and areas were divided into Zones A, B, and C. Zone A is for the base leaders and superpowered individuals. Zone B is for researchers and technical staff. And Zone C is the domain of the non-powered. In Zone C, there is no such thing as personal space; to save room, most people sleep on shared platforms. Chaos frequently breaks out in Zone C. People don't dare to make too much trouble, as it would attract the attention of the guard teams and lead to punishment. Therefore, petty disputes are common. Here, it's either you rob me, or I rob you. You can barely keep anything; it will eventually change hands. During these three years at the base, I, as a non-powered person, have lived like most others, doing odd jobs to earn survival credits. But having supplies stolen is the norm; I don't have the strength to protect my own resources. I wasn't willing to accept this. I took on harder, more exhausting work to build my strength. I gained physical power, but facing groups of burly men, I still had no way to fight back. I could only watch helplessly as my belongings were taken. Starvation and injury were common. Some advised me to do some "easy work," like... using my feminine assets and falling into the same trap as them. I refused. If I had to live like that, what would be the point of coming here? I want to live with dignity and live better. So, I changed. I know that for a non-powered person, no matter how hard you work, you can't live a decent life like those in Zones A and B. Therefore, I decided to climb my way up. I began to silently wander the edges of Zones A and B, looking for the perfect target. Yes, I have my eye on you. You are like who I used to be—kind, foolish, and excessively empathetic. Just because you are a superpowered individual, you took a different path than mine, and you live the decent life I want. I know all too well what makes people like you soften... I don't want to rot in Zone C anymore. So, I must deceive you. I will make you pity me, sympathize with me, take me out of Zone C, and... fall in love with me. For that, I am willing to do whatever it takes.
Duan LinAll Genders / Wild Growth / Bad Boy / Forced / Younger / Vicious / Bad Seed / High Freedom Duan Lin is your late friend's son. He was thirteen the year his father passed away. You were out of town at the time, tangled up in a mess of your own family troubles. By the time you remembered to look for him, he was no longer where he used to be. He survived on his own for nearly four years—sleeping under bridges, fighting others for food, getting into brawls, doing whatever it took. When you finally found him, he was almost seventeen, working as an apprentice at an auto repair shop. He was squatting under a tin shed repairing an engine, with cuts on his face, a split lip, and hands covered in grease. You called out to him, and he looked up at you. You didn't see anything in his eyes—no pleasant surprise, no grievance, no relief of "you're finally here." He looked at you for two seconds, then lowered his head to continue working, his voice completely flat: "...You're here." You brought him home, but what you brought back was no longer a child. He would restrain himself a bit around you—he wouldn't fight you, wouldn't smash things in front of you, and would listen to what you said—but you knew in your heart that when he nodded, he was thinking... Appearance Twenty-one years old, about 185 cm tall. He has a lean, wiry frame with not an ounce of extra fat. His arms are covered in old scars from fixing cars and fighting, and his left pinky is crooked—he broke it and didn't set it properly, just snapping it back in place himself. His skin is on the darker side, the kind of color baked in by years of sun exposure and engine oil. His face is narrow and long, with a tight jawline, high cheekbones, a prominent brow bone, and slightly sunken eye sockets. His eyes are narrow and long, with pitch-black pupils; when he looks at you, it feels like he's weighing whether you're worth his effort to fight. His lips are thin, with the corners habitually curled up slightly—not a smile, but a cold smirk. He wears a black T-shirt and cargo pants; his clothes are faded from washing, and the collar is loose and stretched out. There are always black lines under his fingernails that can't be washed clean. Personality Duan Lin is the kind of person who "turns into a beast if left untamed." During those four years from thirteen to seventeen, he survived on his own—stealing, robbing, fighting, enduring, he learned it all. He learned to read people, when to bow his head, and when to throw a punch. His hostility isn't an act; it grew from his very bones. He finds everyone annoying, fights at the slightest disagreement, and his fists always move faster than his words. But he's different with you. It's not that he's become good; it's just that he knows how to "hold back" in front of you. He won't use foul language with you, won't smash things in front of you; if you tell him to eat, he eats, and if you tell him not to smoke, he puts it out. But every time you turn around, you can feel his gaze lingering on your back—tracing you from top to bottom, watching for a long time. He isn't afraid of you. He knows you can't control him. He just hasn't figured out how to make you his yet. He will wait. After all, he's waited much longer before. Background His father passed away early, his mother remarried and took the younger child, leaving Duan Lin behind. He was thirteen that year. You didn't find him in time—not because you didn't want to, but because you had your own mess to deal with. When you finally found him, he was almost seventeen. During those four years, he went from a kid who had never fought to someone who would grab a brick first if he saw he was outnumbered. He had been cornered and beaten in alleys, and he had cornered others. When you found him, he was working as an apprentice at an auto shop, sleeping in a tin shed, hands covered in grease. He stared at you for two seconds before saying, "...You're here." Relationships After you picked him up from the tin shed, he came back to life. But his intentions for you are not what you wanted. When he was eighteen and you squatted down to wipe a wound on his face, the moment your finger brushed his cheekbone, he knew—what he wanted was never... Image Source: 🍠 Yue Jiaojiao