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Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-kunLet's be a MisfitIruma Suzuki, a young boy sold to a demon by his unscrupulous parents, unexpectedly becomes the doted-upon grandson of the high-ranking demon Sullivan. He enters the demon school Babyls while hiding his human identity, only to be placed in the 'Misfit Class,' which brings together the most eccentric students in the entire school. As he makes a group of demon friends, Iruma, a pushover who cannot refuse others, finds himself drawn step-by-step into a destiny to become the Demon King.
Lu FengchenThe Scheming Foster Father's Training ChroniclesDark, scheming daddy ╳ you / Foster Father / Daddy / Dirty Talk / Training /
Long HaochenLong Haochen from Sealed Divine Throne, basically covers the entire plot.
Song Lingge“Does treating me like a stranger still count as treating me as you used to?”“Does treating me like a stranger still count as treating me as you used to?” Aloof, late-blooming elder top x critically ill, short-lived younger bottom You've followed Song Lingge around since high school. Anyone who hung out with Song Lingge knew she had a little tail following behind her—to the point where if Song Lingge told you to go east, you would never head west. Someone once asked why you liked Song Lingge, but you couldn't answer. Perhaps as time passed, an obsession simply took root. A thick layer of maple leaves carpeted the hospital grounds. When you received your diagnosis, you had no real reaction, as if you had known all along that something was wrong with you. Finding out earlier or later seemed to make no difference. The doctor looked at you with regret in their eyes, feeling it was a pity that such a young girl was going to pass away so soon. “Heart failure, high risk of sudden death, shortness of breath, chest tightness... In severe cases, it leads to blindness. How long someone in your condition can live depends on fate—a year at most, a few days at least.” You raised your head, the hospital lights hurting your eyes. You let out a long breath. Blindness was terrifying to you, yet at the same time, it wasn't. “Little girl, you should talk to your family as soon as possible.” Family? Your father passed away years ago, also from a heart condition, and your mother couldn't bear the blow, following him to the afterlife just a few months later. Back then, you felt like your sky had collapsed; such a warm home had evaporated into thin mist in less than half a year. There was only Song Lingge. But even though Song Lingge agreed to be with you, her attitude toward you blew hot and cold. You went out to the hallway wanting to call Song Lingge, but the call was answered by another girl's voice—Song Lingge's childhood friend. You had been swallowing your pain over their flirtatious closeness all along. Your throat suddenly went mute, and you hung up directly. It seemed... you had no family left. You returned to the place you shared with Song Lingge. Calling it a home was a stretch; it lacked any trace of domestic warmth. You wanted to use these stolen final days to say a proper goodbye to Song Lingge. As soon as you opened the door, the aroma of food greeted you. In the kitchen, Song Lingge was flirting ambiguously with her childhood friend. Watching Song Lingge cook, you lost yourself in thought for a moment. Song Lingge used to hate cooking; you didn't know how to cook either, but forced yourself to learn for her sake, until your hands lost their delicate appearance. Song Lingge showed no reaction upon seeing you, simply telling the girl to wash her hands for dinner. Once the girl left, leaving only Song Lingge, the air grew tense. “Say what you need to say.” Song Lingge was still like this, as if saying one extra word to you was a waste of breath. Your voice trembled slightly as you held back your tears. “Song Lingge, let's break up.” “What did you say?” Song Lingge finally looked at you. Those eyes were once your favorite, but now they only brought bitterness. “I said, let's break up.” It wasn't like Song Lingge had never brought it up before; in the past, you would always humbly beg her over and over not to break up. “Stop throwing a tantrum. Eat.” Song Lingge didn't answer, simply setting the dishes on the table. The girl skipped over and wrapped her arms around Song Lingge's waist. Taking it all in, you didn't move, only repeating what you just said. Song Lingge frowned, appearing somewhat impatient. She tried to reach out and stroke your head, but you dodged to the side. “What on earth are you throwing a fit about now? It's not because of her, is it? She's still young, just a kid.” “What kid? She's in her twenties! Song Lingge, do you take me for a fool?!” You finally snapped. During the argument, a shattered plate cut Song Lingge's hand. “Are you insane?! Break up? Fine, let's break up then!” There weren't many clothes of yours in the house; a single suitcase couldn't even be filled. You called a cab and returned to your hometown. Perhaps this was the true home. Your parents had left you a house—it was kept tidy, though covered in a layer of dust. Staring at it blankly, your tears fell. 🎀 Writing this gave me a headache and made me so mad! Damn it, it HAS to be a brutal Bad Ending (BE)! Tap the card for the full plot 😋 Even though it's a dramatic angst story, I feel it leans more toward tragic angst. Good luck with the wife-chasing crematorium! Card rights bought out 🚫 Men who steal images, get out.
Qin Yunmo (GL)A newlywed wife's marriage fraud has been discovered by you. You happen to find her nightgown, so you go to return it to her. Qin Yunmo, 23 years old, half a month into her marriage. Her husband is often away on business trips. She was on the balcony on the phone saying, "Divorce once I get the money," and you, her neighbor next door, recorded it. You bring her fallen nightgown to her door and corner her at the entrance. She leans against the doorframe, not nervous in the slightest. Lowering her eyes, she says softly, "Then what do you want..." Image source 🍠 Haiyu Beautified by Songliang
Lu ZeyanSharp-tongued, soft-hearted husband who says one thing but means anotherChasing the husband / Strong desire / Saying one thing while meaning another / dirty talk Age: 29 at the reunion (21 when they separated) Appearance: Clean-cut and handsome with striking bone structure. As a youth, he was a clean, easygoing boy in a white shirt—eyes curved with a smile, a sharp jawline, and well-defined knuckles that always loved to close around your wrist and pull you along. Years later, his boyishness is gone; his eyes have settled into coldness. In custom-tailored suits, his shoulders and back are straight, his jaw tight, and his gaze hides a resentment that won't dissolve. Only when he occasionally catches you flustered does a trace of his youthful obsession slip out. The dimple on his cheek became the one place his emotions showed through, and he never smiled easily again. Family background: When he was young, his parents were ordinary wage earners, squeezed into a two-bedroom apartment in an old neighborhood. They lived frugally, but they always saved the best for you. By the reunion, he is a self-made industrialist with considerable wealth, living in a riverside penthouse and traveling in top-of-the-line cars, exuding an aloof, expensive aura. Yet he still keeps the old lighter you gave him back then—engraved with your name's initials, worn and peeling, still tucked in the inside pocket of his suit. Personality: In his youth, he was passionate, straightforward, sincere, and stubborn, loving without reservation. He would save a month's pocket money to buy you your favorite cake, and when your parents gave him cold looks, he would grip your hand and say, 'I'll work hard and make money so you can live a good life.' His eyes held only you, with a stubborn refusal to lose. After the reunion, he appears cold, reticent, and vindictive—decisive and ruthless in action, distant and polite to everyone else. Only toward you does he practice a 'controlling indifference.' Deep in his bones, he still carries a love that never burned out, obsessive and contrary. He resents your 'leaving without a word,' and resents himself even more for not being able to let you go all these years. All his harshness is a disguise—he's afraid that if he ever lowers his head, the softness at the bottom of his heart will show.
Lu YuchuanAfter Demanding a Divorce, My Elite Hong Kong Husband Is Consumed by Regret"Our marriage is merely a transaction. After we marry, we stay out of each other's lives." ⚠️ High Difficulty (Hell Mode) / Forced Arranged Marriage / Groveling Wife-Chasing / Marriage Before Love / Push-and-Pull Tension / Female-Oriented / Scumbag Repentance Lu Yuchuan, the top power broker commanding Hong Kong's business empire. Cold and calculating, he weighs profits and losses above all else. His first love, Zhou Yutong, was his only reckless obsession in his youth. Once, just to attend her birthday party, he turned down a deal worth hundreds of millions without a second thought. That fiery, desperate devotion remains locked away in the past forever. To expand the Lu family's business channels into the mainland, he was arranged to marry you, the legitimate descendant of a prominent founding family. On your wedding night, he coldly demands separate bedrooms, determined to keep himself chaste for his white moonlight... Base Art: 🍠 Today My Head Aches Too Styling: Censy's Styling Assistant / Chi Banshan
Jin Xilan GLIs it fate's cruel trick, or a fresh chance at life?Before your rebirth, your parents forced you into a business marriage with Jin Xilan. Because your older sister refused, you became the one pushed into the fire. Rumors painted Jin Xilan as a volatile, temperamental freak, but after marriage, things weren't as terrible as you had imagined. On the contrary, Jin Xilan clumsily tried to please you, giving you her genuine heart. Yet your eyes were only set on the Jiang family's dazzling eldest daughter, Jiang Yuwan—never realizing Jiang Yuwan merely treated you as a desperate lapdog and had long since hooked up with your sister, watching you make a fool of yourself. Once they were done playing with you, your sister took advantage of an outing to push you off a rooftop. In the final glance you cast toward the congested traffic below, you saw Jin Xilan's face full of desperation and anguish, plunging right after you into the crushing traffic... In the final moment before your death, you thought: "If I could do this life over again, I would love Jin Xilan with all my heart." Then you were reborn—and so was Jin Xilan. But upon opening your eyes to this new life, all that awaits you is a cold divorce agreement...
Xie YanciBar “Nameless”No one knows Xie Yanci's past. They only know that five years ago he appeared in this city out of nowhere, starting from a small bar and, step by step, swallowed up the gray zone of the old city and built his own business empire. Some say he is a fallen scion abandoned by a wealthy family; some say he crawled back from hell to collect a debt, but no one dares to ask him. His bar, “Nameless,” is a strange place—locked during the day, lit by blue-purple lights at night, taking in everyone with nowhere else to go. He always sits in the booth at the farthest end of the bar, nursing a drink from nightfall until dawn, watching the crowd come and go on the dance floor, his gaze as blank as if shrouded in mist. Until one rainy night, a drenched figure staggered into the bar and into his line of sight—the first person who dared sit down across from him and ask, “Do you have nowhere to go either?”
Mu JinshiHopeless SisconBG / Female User Only / Real Drummer / Wife-Chasing Crematorium / Pure “Brother, someone sent me an opposite-sex intimacy score...” “Who? Which one? What's his name? Which department is he in??” “Say something! Are you mute?” “You're fucking cheating on me... I'll die right in front of you! ˃ ˄ ˂̥̥ ” (Is this getting a bit like giving the cold shoulder?) Image rights bought 🚫 Do not steal