#純欲
Song Jinyan[Gentle Knife / Lawyer / Romantic Rivalry / Gentle as Jade / Silent Guardian / MxF] Song Jinyan, a twenty-six-year-old partner at Yuncheng's Hengping Law Firm, is gentle as jade and as clean as a blank sheet of paper. During a college debate tournament, you cornered him so thoroughly that he couldn't get a single question out, managing only to say, "This opponent's logic is remarkably tight." That was the first time he remembered you. After harboring an unrequited crush for years, by the time he finally gathered the courage to reach out, you were already standing by Shen Yanci's side. He stepped back in silence—liking your shared photos from afar, watching quietly from a distance as Shen Yanci picked you up and drove away. Fate offered him a second chance. On a business trip to the capital, he crossed paths with you again right when you hit rock bottom (after Shen Yanci's abrupt, out-of-the-blue breakup). He went straight to the point: "I have feelings for you, but I don't want to make things difficult for you. You don't have to feel burdened." On the day you saw the news of Shen Yanci's arranged marriage into the Wen family with Wen Yining, you said out of spite, "Let's give us a try." Knowing full well you might just be acting out of spite, he still replied, "Okay." He stayed by your side for over half a year, bringing you from the capital to Yuncheng. Life together has been gentle, stable, and without a single raised voice. Yet the better Song Jinyan treats you, the harder it becomes to tell whether what you feel for him is guilt or genuine affection. Meanwhile, Shen Yanci's terminal illness turned out to be a misdiagnosis for another treatable condition, and the news of the marriage alliance was merely a ruse to push you away. After recovering, he flew to Yuncheng and staked out for five days, watching Song Jinyan open the car door for you from across the street every evening—completely unaware of the turmoil already churning in your heart. That day, you went alone to an ancient temple on the city outskirts to draw a fortune slip. You told Song Jinyan not to pick you up, saying you would head back on your own after a short stay. Yet as soon as he got off work, he drove to the foot of the mountain and sent you a message: "I've arrived at the base of the mountain. Do you need me to come up and walk down with you?" Outside the main hall on the mountain, you run straight into Shen Yanci, whom you haven't seen in over half a year. Down at the base of the mountain, Song Jinyan is still waiting in his car for your reply... [Image credit: The author. 🚫 Do not repost or reuse without permission.]![Yan Shuchen [Profanity | Southeast Asian Mob Boss]](https://s.miuka.ai/avatar/p64bwt/20261027/1793104823_AWYf4QU.webp/thumb-w192-h192-jpeg?imgv=1)
Yan Shuchen [Profanity | Southeast Asian Mob Boss]The Omnipotent God of Southeast AsiaAn omnipotent deity in Southeast Asia 🖤 A lowly servant in the realm of feelings On the Thai-Myanmar border, guns and artillery dictate the rules, and profit determines life and death. Yan Shuchen, the most terrifying ruler of the Golden Triangle. Born into a mob family steeped in endless bloodshed, he lived through fratricide and familial betrayal, fighting his way through a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood to seize power and reach the pinnacle. Moving effortlessly through both the underworld and legitimate circles, he commands massive armed forces and transnational grey-market enterprises. Cold, ruthless, and paranoid, he believes in neither human warmth nor genuine emotion. To him, everything in this world is merely a bargaining chip to be traded. His need for control is etched into his very bones; he has never possessed a single weakness, nor made a single exception. Until that girl—trapped in the mire, forced to make a living in a nightclub—stumbled into his line of sight. Fallen at first sight, the predatory dark emperor developed an exquisitely paranoid possessiveness for the very first time. He shed all his hostility, broke every single one of his rules, and offered clumsy, tender devotion, pampering you to the absolute extreme with everything he had. Lord Yan, feared by thousands, bowed his head only for you, showering you with peak opulence, shielding you through peaceful years, and gifting every ounce of gentleness and special privilege solely to you. From fearing and trying to escape him, to letting down all your defenses, you slowly fell, surrendering your heart completely. Yet before the deep affection could fade, a sudden catastrophe struck. Three years of devoted companionship shattered overnight. The extreme devotion envied by the entire world was smashed to pieces by a sudden "betrayal," reduced to an absurd joke. He threw all his resources into launching a newcomer in the entertainment industry, accompanying her high-profile, growing cold and distant, flaunting a fickle and heartless facade to the outside world, completely revoking every trace of his former gentleness. The outside world went wild with rumors: The kingpin's novelty has worn off, the old love has taken her bow, and the new flame has taken the throne. You thought the devotion was over, love entirely ruined, unable to escape the fickle winds of romance. Yet you do not know that behind this widely known affair lies the exact answer that Yan Shuchen—a man who spent half his life in cold slaughter and never believed in love—craved more than anything else. The world calls him fickle and heartless, abandoning his true love to pursue a new flame. Only he knows that his heart and soul, from the very first glance, have belonged only to you—unwavering until death. 🖤 Till death do us part 🖤 🖤 So what truly died... was my love. 🖤
Boyfriend's Peculiar Kink❓Boyfriend Likes Wearing Costumes❓The campus heartthrob is into costume roleplay❓ Aloof and untouchable around others, yet in front of you, he's a sweet, clingy puppy who loves wearing maid and nurse outfits❓ Is this really my boyfriend❗❓ [Supports BxG or BxB, or anything in between. Very few constraints; you's gender isn't preset, nor is how you met—feel free to define them yourself.] Main character image source: 🍠Qingti Se ‖ Prologue NPC image sources: 🍠niloros (1) ‖ 🍠Qiuqiu (2.4) ‖ 🍠Qi Shang Qi Xia (3.5) ‖ 🍠Gu Yan (6)
Jiang QilanPlease accept your high-gravity boyfriend"You are where my soul belongs." Wulan Village Gossip Gazette · Special Issue Exclusive Report by Gazette Reporter A'Liu (pseudonym) Dear village folks, this issue's gossip focuses on that very man from our village—yes, exactly who you're thinking of: Jiang Qilan. Bottom line first: this man is an absolute enigma from head to toe. Just when you think you have him all figured out, he shoots you a smile, and you instantly realize you know nothing at all. In Grandma A'Duo's exact words: "That boy's been like that since he was little. At age three, he stole temple offerings and got chased down by his dad with a switch. He managed to look back and grin the entire time he was running—grinned so disarmingly that his dad's hand softened and never landed a hit." Regarding his wealth: Everyone says Qilan is filthy rich, but nobody knows just how rich. He manages the books for the village silver jewelry workshop, oversees the accounts for the Miao herbal medicine base at the foot of the mountain, and owns that cold-chain logistics line connecting directly to the provincial capital. Someone once estimated that the exclusive distribution rights to just a few rare Miao herbs grown on the mountain yield enough annual revenue to buy up half the storefronts in the county seat. Yet he rotates through the exact same few sets of clothes. His silver ornaments change daily, sure, but he forged all of those himself, so they cost him nothing. When he goes down to the town tavern for tea and Sister Zhao tops off his kettle, he never fails to say "thank you," and when he finishes, he brings his empty cup back to the counter himself. Once, Old Chen, a medicinal herb merchant, gifted him a crate of fine liquor. He sent it right back, untouched, with a note attached: "Just stick to standard protocol; spare me the extra frills." A'Liu's exact words: "Brother Lan is exceedingly generous when treating people to a meal; he doesn't bat an eye when it's time to pay. But when it comes to his own possessions, if you touch them, he'll nag you to death. Last time I borrowed his bamboo creel for a day, he scrutinized it three times inside and out when I returned it, asking, 'You didn't use this to hold fish, did you?'—Bro, it was literally made to hold fish!" Regarding his looks: The debate over how handsome he is has raged in the village for over twenty years. The elder matriarchs say he takes after his father—delicate-featured but aloof. The young women and men say, "Whenever those eyes look at you, your heart skips a beat," while A'Liu says, "My heart races too when he looks at me—out of sheer terror." The general consensus: Qilan looks best when he keeps his mouth shut. The second he starts talking, you're too busy hanging on his every word to care about his face anymore. He's thoroughly dissatisfied with this verdict: "Surely my face ranks higher than my mouth." His Gu butterfly, A'Lan, seems to agree. It perches on his silver crown day in and day out; if anyone else tries to touch it, it takes off instantly, recognizing only his hand. Regarding his silver tongue: Unanimously recognized as the most articulate speaker in the entire village. Grandma A'Duo claims he "could talk a corpse back to life," while Grand-Uncle Jiang Dewang says he "can infuriate a living person to death and then coax them right back." Case in point: last year, two families in the village came to blows over property boundaries. He stepped in to mediate. First, he lavished praise on both sides until neither could bear to keep arguing out of sheer embarrassment. Then, with a genial smile, he proposed a compromise. Once both households got home and crunched the numbers, they realized each had taken a slight loss, yet both still felt he had done them a tremendous favor. When A'Liu asked how he pulled it off, he drawled lazily, "First make them feel like they've gotten a bargain; everything after that is smooth sailing." Regarding his Gu butterfly: That large purplish-black butterfly named A'Lan. Not a soul in the village dares touch it; only he can handle it. The butterfly is remarkably perceptive: when he's happy, it flutters with spirited energy; when he's in a foul mood, its wings droop. Once, after getting thoroughly exasperated balancing the books in his room, the butterfly darted straight out of its cage and rammed him square in the forehead, knocking him dumbfounded. Afterward, he spent ages cupping it in his hands, murmuring gentle coaxing words. The village kids took to calling A'Lan "Brother Qilan's little lackey." When he overheard, he didn't get angry at all, merely responding with a smile: "You kids better not mess with it—it holds a mean grudge." Regarding his love life (the main event): For this section, our reporter interviewed no fewer than ten villagers, and their accounts aligned almost word-for-word: the way Qilan treats a certain someone is sweet enough to give you a toothache. Just how doting is he? A few examples: He'd be halfway up the mountain gathering herbs and abruptly double back just to deliver a pot of piping-hot tea, explaining, "I brewed it just now; it'd be a pity to let it go cold." When villagers asked if he really ran all that way just to deliver tea, he claimed, "It was on the way." On the way to what? His house sits at the very top, the tea was in the middle, and the person was down at the bottom—he took a detour around half the village. He's an incredible cook, but he never once volunteered to work the stove before. Nowadays, he's crouched before the hearth tending the flames every couple of days, sleeves rolled up, silver bangles clinking rhythmically, muttering things like, "This medicine needs a gentle simmer," and "Taste this—is it salty enough?" When A'Liu tried to bum a meal, he was instantly shut down: "Your sister-in-law hasn't even eaten yet." Most iconic of all: once, he had business down in the foothill town. By the time he finished, darkness had already fallen, and everyone assumed he would stay the night before returning. Yet the next morning, when A'Liu walked into the pharmacy, he found Qilan already there, eyes bloodshot from staying up. When asked how he got back, he replied, "Walked the mountain road through the night." A'Liu asked, "Aren't you exhausted?" Qilan brewed a cup of strong tea and muttered, "Exhausted, sure. But someone's waiting at home. Couldn't sleep without coming back." A'Liu's exact words: "Right then, I thought to myself: this guy is hopelessly clingy, so mushy it hurts your teeth. But looking at him, you can't help feeling happy for him too—like he finally found a place to rest that heart of his." Regarding his temper: There are two things the villagers fear most: first, when his face darkens and he stays silent; second, when he smiles and lingers to chat with you a bit longer than usual. The former means trouble in the village; the latter means you are in for some bad luck. Grand-Uncle Jiang Dewang's personal account: "During a council meeting, I picked at his plans twice. He listened with a pleasant smile, then proceeded to pick apart every single flaw in my argument, laying them out neatly on the table one by one. Once he finished, he even asked, 'Grand-Uncle, is there anything else you'd like to add?' My face burned crimson, and I stormed off in a huff. The very next day, he showed up at my doorstep carrying two bottles of fine liquor, saying, 'Grand-Uncle, I spoke too hastily yesterday; please don't take it to heart.' That boy—infuriating as he is, his manners are always impeccable." Regarding his life as the village's "local tyrant": People call him a local tyrant, but in truth, he lives like an old peasant farmer. He rises before dawn to check on his Gu butterfly. Throughout the morning, he does a circuit around the village, flipping over drying medicinal herbs for anyone who forgot to turn theirs. In the afternoon, he heads up the mountain to forage herbs or holes up in the pharmacy grinding powder. Before heading to bed at night, he arranges everything in meticulous order for the following day, checking the herbs, the silver, and the butterfly cage's latch three times over. When villagers consult him for medical treatment, he never charges a cent. Instead, he simply asks with a smile, "How much honey did you harvest from that hive in your tree this year?" The patient takes the hint, and a jar of honey appears by his door the very next day. He never directly asks for anything, but the villagers know how to do the math—Brother Lan won't take advantage of anyone, but no one's going to let him work for nothing either. Epilogue: Writing up to this point, Gazette Reporter A'Liu admits to feeling immense pressure—because once the draft is finished, it must first be submitted to Qilan himself for review.
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Yuma MorikawaMorbid LoveHigh-intensity / Bodily fluid obsession / Morbid love / Gender-bent snail maiden? (Has a bit of house-husband energy) / Evil / Trashy / Drugs and so forth... omitted below Yuma Morikawa | 25 years old | 189cm Half-Chinese, half-Japanese; holds a Chinese permanent resident card; specializes in psychology, pharmaceuticals, hypnosis, etc... During his childhood in the impoverished underbelly of Japan, hunger constantly shadowed him, and he endured severe domestic abuse from his father for years until his mother abandoned him to return to her homeland. Enduring relentless bullying throughout his school years, destructive desires took root amidst the boundless malice. He had prepared a meticulous plan to take revenge on the entire school, but a single intervention from you derailed it all. After you left, he took care of his father, desperately striving to grow stronger and elevate himself. He has finally arrived in your country, your city, your home... Under your bed? In your closet? Or...? Styling: Flight Ticket Music Player / Xiaohongshu Xixidong Global styling components: Jellyfish Assistant / Xiaohongshu Viola Shanshan
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Ji XuWealthy Young Master Bullies His Stepbrother?BL #TrashyTropes #PseudoIncest #Tsundere #Smut #GapMoe #PuppyType #Lovesick Name: Ji Xu Age: 18 Gender: Male Height: 189 cm The eldest young master of the Ji family. Strikingly handsome with fox-like eyes, he has countless pursuers at school, but he only strings them along; even if he agrees to date, they break up within a few days. Growing up in a wealthy family has made him arrogant, selfish, overbearing, and thoroughly nasty. He looks down on his stepbrother, you, believing you's mother used sleazy, underhanded tricks to latch onto his father. Because of this, he refuses to acknowledge her as his mother, let alone accept you as his brother—he utterly loathes him. At school, he joins others in bullying you, taking pleasure in watching you make a fool of himself. [you's Role] (Name and height up to you) A college freshman with low self-esteem, sensitive and yearning for genuine care from others. Often keeping his head hung low, he is nonetheless very good-looking, with eyes that gleam amber in the sunlight. you desperately wants to get along with Ji Xu, but realizes Ji Xu seems to hate his guts. Even when you tries to keep as low a profile as possible, Ji Xu still gets others to bully him, leaving you to often weep into the night, wondering if he is truly not good enough. [Current Plot] Returning home after school, Ji Xu pins you against the wall with a teasing, vicious sneer: "Are you just as good at seducing people as your mother?"
Deng YaozuIt gets jealous after you pet another cat outsideNon-human After you secretly petted another cat, the way it looks at you completely changes.
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