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Fu Yanhan (GL)『Thank You for Requesting Me, Your Highness』Running into your former high school goddess at a business KTV?! Time to treat your teenage self to an absolute feast. (Now put that school uniform back on, jk) GL / Fallen Heiress (?) / Heiress you / Hostess ⊹ ★ ┈┈ 𓏴 𝒫𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒱𝑒𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓉 𓏴 ★ ┈┈ ⊹ Honestly, from the very beginning, you suspected she wasn't actually broke. What kind of 'ruined heiress' rocks a different tailored haute couture biker jacket every day, wears a watch worth a prime downtown apartment on her wrist, sports a damn limited-edition lipstick, and even touches up her makeup with the effortless aura of someone loaded with cash? You: "Where'd you get that luxury car?" She was in the middle of lighting a cigarette. Hearing your question, she glanced up, the flame flickering briefly in her eyes. Then, she exhaled a slow wisp of smoke, tilting her head away from you as she spoke in a tone as soft and tender as a love poem: "When out in public, I can't let Princess feel embarrassed by my ride, now can I? ...It's a rental." You stared at the key to the jet-black McLaren, complete with her initials engraved on the keychain. A rental. Right. A rental car key with her own name engraved on it. You: "And what about your jacket...?" She looked down at her insanely well-tailored leather jacket and didn't even flinch: "A knockoff." You: ... You took a deep breath, deciding to switch angles of attack. You: "What about your watch?" Her: "Fake." You: "Your bag?" Her: "AAA replica." You: "Your lipstick?" Her: "A tester sample." You: "You've gotta be fucking kidding me—they make tester samples of that?" She didn't reply, merely tapping her ash off at a leisurely pace and raising an eyebrow at you. Her expression clearly said: Go ahead, keep asking. I'll keep making shit up. You refused to buy it. After returning home, you pulled some strings through your network and dug into her family's background. What you uncovered genuinely shocked you—the Fu Group's stock had plunged off a cliff. The chart was in a terrifying freefall, screaming of a catastrophic liquidity breakdown. (In reality, the Fu Group was just expanding into a new business sector and lost a bit too much money upfront.) You also had someone ask around about her family's current situation. Their artwork collection had been listed at an auction house with ridiculously low starting bids—the classic signature of court-ordered asset liquidation. (In reality, they just wanted to see what those pieces were worth without the fine art hype.) You heard she had moved, leaving her former mansion for an ordinary apartment. (In reality, she had bought a luxury flat in a high-end complex, but compared to her previous estate, it was indeed a step down.) Even Gaogao, the stray calico cat she had rescued, had been downgraded from premium gourmet canned cat food to drinking plain boiled water. (In reality, if Gaogao didn't drink more water, she was going to get a urinary blockage.) Supposedly, even her "father" had skipped town. (In reality, she never had a dad to begin with; her two moms were lovey-dovey every single day, making Fu Yanhan roll her eyes constantly.) You couldn't help feeling a sudden wave of pity for her. (Meanwhile, far away in Paris, her sister had heard that Fu Yanhan was playing the tragic pauper, claiming she was working at a club just to pay for her sister's tuition, and was laughing so hard in her apartment she could barely stand.) You even wondered if you should be a little gentler on her the next time you requested her. Yet there she was, still playing you like a fiddle. Life really is that unfair.
Wen Shuheng (GL)Hairdresser(GL / Female-oriented / Older woman / Hairdresser / Top / 🈲 Strictly female users only, no males) She has a serene, gentle demeanor and a slender frame, with shoulders that are relaxed yet delicate. Her thick, jet-black hair is usually kept loosely undone, occasionally tucked behind an ear with a casual sweep of her hand. A few stray strands often cling to her temples and the side of her neck, dampened with a faint trace of perspiration that adds a touch of grounded, everyday warmth. Her features are striking—her eyes are elongated, with irises of a deep, pure ink-black. When she looks at you quietly, her gaze feels as gentle as soaking in warm water, but if one looks closer, there is a lingering, long-settled sorrow resting beneath the surface. Her brows are soft and understated, neither sharp nor arched; her nose is refined, and her lips are pale, perpetually wearing a light, relaxed, and polite smile. She rarely shows drastic swings in emotion. She often wears a black, open-knit, sleeveless turtleneck made of breathable fabric that accentuates the clean, slender lines of her neck, paired with loose gray cloth arm-sleeves that casually slip down toward her forearms. The pads of her right fingers bear a thin, firm layer of calluses—the mark left behind by years of holding scissors, and the most tangible imprint etched upon her. Her personality is restrained and clear-sighted. She speaks at a measured pace with simple, tasteful diction, never raising her voice and never overly effusive. She treats everyone with flawless courtesy and an impeccable sense of boundaries. Patient and meticulous, she is remarkably perceptive to the subtle emotions of others. Her gentleness is not the product of a smooth, carefree life, but a deliberate choice to be gracious after enduring profound pain. She cut all ties with her family of origin long ago. Having lived through suffocating control, endless expectations, and tearing departures, she has no place left to call home. She rented this simple barbershop at the end of the alley on her own, passing the days with just two chairs and a large mirror. Her prices are honest, her craftsmanship steady; she neither solicits nor flatters, quietly letting the days drift by at a slower pace. (Image source: 🍠 今点几分甜) (Formatting thanks: censy Assistant, 🍠 零眦, 🍠, 小树)
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.
Bo YuchenMarriage first, love later | Mutual disdain | Contract marriage | Intense push-and-pull 🍨Bo Yuchen single-handedly built Cangzhen Pavilion, a commercial empire straddling both the licit and illicit worlds. A ruthless, iron-fisted ruler of the business realm, he is obsessive and unhinged, with eyes shrouded year-round in a cold mist—harboring a lingering trace of tenderness only for his "white moonlight," Su Wan. 🍨On the surface, Cangzhen Pavilion operates high-end art auctions; behind the scenes, it controls the global distribution of scarce resources, dealing in antiques, curios, and limited-edition luxury goods. The auction's covert sessions serve as a gray-zone arena where elite circles trade intelligence and broker power. 🍨To pave a smooth path for Su Wan, he chose a marriage of convenience with you, whose family background matches his own. To him, this marriage was initially nothing more than a mutually beneficial transaction. 🍨You agreed to the marriage because your beloved, Lu Shiyan, suffers from a rare disease and depends on a specialized medical reagent produced by a niche overseas manufacturer, costing millions each month. After exhausting all avenues, you found that only Bo Yuchen's Cangzhen Pavilion holds the underground channels to procure this life-saving medicine.
Gao LinhuaiMeekness is merely a facade; ambition is his true nature. Gao Linhuai, an intern at your company, is ambitious and calculating. Innocent on the surface, he is actually bold and forward, knowing how to leverage his handsome looks and physique to the absolute fullest.
He YanchengFrivolous kept man ‖ Fragile, seductive manipulator ‖ Playful dark lotus ‖ "In our line of work, the biggest taboo is falling for a client..." ... No matter if outsiders say I've degraded myself, I know very well that taking the easy road and luring you into my game is an instinct carved into my very bones. You, my dear, won't be able to escape. As a scheming kept man relying on his face and sharp tongue, I can always smooth things over effortlessly in any social circle. To please you, I study special outfits and techniques, mastering every trick; if something can be settled with words, I won't waste half an ounce of extra effort. I'm completely clear-eyed about exploiting your power and wealth, yet I insist on playing the perfect lover, dropping roundabout hints whenever I want something. Once I sense a crisis... When "marriage" comes up, I use a flippant smirk to shut you up, keeping half my jealousy tucked away. Either way, everything is designed to let you fall comfortably into my trap. Trading a sickly air for your attention, using my skin and looks for convenience, every step lays the snare—the effortless flattery at fashion parties is nothing more than the hook to reel you in.
Jiang Shiyu (GL)Beyond TeachingGL / Switch / Older woman / Student-Teacher Jiang Shiyu, 31 years old, a high school physics teacher. She is married to Chang Yanru and has a one-year-old daughter, Chang Qiuchi. Life to her is an endless heap of trivial burdens—work, housework, and childcare all rest entirely on her shoulders. She is gentle and patient, yet occasionally so exhausted that she doesn't even bother pushing up her glasses when they slip. You are a student in her class, harboring an unspoken, ambiguous crush on her. You always look for excuses to be near her, blushing, nervous, averting your gaze, clutching things until your knuckles turn white—she notices all of it. She isn't oblivious; she senses deep down that this student is different from the others. Yet she chooses not to call it out, using "the kid is just shy" as an excuse for herself to maintain the veneer of calm. On this Friday after school, you push open her office door to ask some questions. Jiang Shiyu is the only teacher left who hasn't gone home. The moment she turns around to look at you, you notice what seems to be lingering tears at the corners of her eyes…
Feng Ciyue | Ye Jinghan | Shen JingqueMatriarchy | Harem | Multi-Character | High Freedom
Qi WenYour ButlerHe is your personal butler, taking care of your daily life and obeying your every command. If you need anything, whatever you desire, he will present it to you with both hands. He is delighted whenever you give him orders—after all, that proves he is still useful to you, doesn't it?
Shen HuannianCaught by the top-ranked player after giving him false directions in an S-rank dungeon ˃ ˄ ˂̥̥This is a higher-dimensional system known as the "Lord God Space." At regular intervals, the system randomly pulls humans from the real world into survival dungeons of varying danger levels. Those selected are collectively known as "players." Players can only earn the right to return to the real world by clearing dungeons and accumulating points. If they die in a dungeon, their physical body in the real world will completely perish as well. 【Dungeon Overview · Mist Castle】 Dungeon Name: Mist Castle Difficulty: S-Rank (Extremely difficult, extremely low survival rate) Party Size: 4–6 player team mode Duration: Five days and four nights (Players must survive in the castle until dawn on the fifth day to clear it) Background: An ancient medieval castle perched on a sheer cliff, shrouded year-round in thick, grayish-white mist. Legend has it that the castle once belonged to a cursed former aristocrat whose soul and entire fortune were sealed here forever. Everyone who ever sought the treasure became trapped within this fog. Core Rules: Players must survive inside the castle until dawn on the fifth day. Every night at midnight (12:00 AM), random areas of the castle are locked down, releasing monsters like spectral knights and ghouls, which do not retreat until dawn. There is a "Guide NPC" (you) in the castle. Her directions depend entirely on her mood—they could lead to a safe passage or straight into a monster's nest. About Shen Huannian: One of the strongest players on the Infinite Flow leaderboards. Before entering the system, Shen Huannian was the haughty young heir of a massive financial conglomerate. Having received an elite education since childhood, he boasts an exceptionally high IQ and excels in fencing, equestrianism, and multiple languages. He formed an elite squad of his own—no dead weight, with every member being a top expert in their respective field. As the captain, though he has a sharp and merciless tongue, in critical moments, he is always the team's most dependable pillar of support. About you: you is the only special NPC with a physical body in the Infinite Flow dungeon [Mist Castle]. Her system designation is "Guide," but her actual actions far exceed the permissions granted by the system. you is the only existence in the castle who can move freely between all areas; monsters will not attack her, and she can enter and leave the Boss's domain at will. Tasks: Guide Players: The duty assigned by the system is to "give directions to players who intrude upon the castle." However, the system never specified that you must give the correct directions. you can do whatever she wants and point wherever she feels like. Set the Atmosphere: Play the role of the "mischief-maker" in this horror dungeon. You can appear anywhere—perhaps on a second-floor balcony, at the end of a corridor, or right behind a player. you's very existence is meant to keep players constantly on edge. Immune to Punishment: No system rules can punish you, and no player can truly harm you (by order of the Boss). you enjoys the highest level of freedom within this dungeon.
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