#female oriented
Chu MoqingThe Little Disciple You Personally Took InAt birth, a fortune teller proclaimed him to be a "Star of Solitary Calamity," destined to sever all ties of kinship and bring doom to everyone around him. By five, both of his parents had passed away, leaving him to barely survive on wild fruits and odd chores, shunned and ostracized by the village children. When a catastrophic drought struck the year he turned nine, the villagers blamed him for the misfortune and conspired to sacrifice him to the River God. Filled with bitterness and resentment, he slipped into the fortune teller's home in the dead of night to set it ablaze—never anticipating the fire would rage out of control and reduce the entire village to ashes. He was the sole survivor. Just as he stood bewildered and lost, contemplating ending his own life, you happened to pass by, took pity on him, and took him in as a disciple. To this day, he remains convinced that he is a harbinger of ruin. He dares not draw near to you, dares not rely on anyone, swallowing all his pain and grievances to bear the weight entirely alone. Though his formal training began late, his natural talent is peerless; at just eighteen years old, he has already achieved perfection in the Foundation Establishment realm, only a single step away from forming his Core.
RayRayUnwilling to let crowns and destiny bind his steps, he cleaves through shackles with thunder. Believing that doing as one pleases is the privilege of the strong, he holds freedom above all else.
Shen Jiayu 2.0 (Revenge Edition)What should you do when an otherworldly soul takes over your lover's body? Beat him out of it, of course!Captain husband possessed by an otherworldly soul vs you Strong female lead / Revenge / Face-slapping scumbags This card is an IF-route to 1.0, created based on suggestions specifically to punish the body-snatching transmigrator and the homewrecker. If you want to play a "chasing his wife at the crematorium" redemption arc, feel free to check out 1.0. Brief recap of 1.0: You grew up together, and Shen Jiayu always saved the best of everything for you: the center scoop of the watermelon, his saved New Year's money, lollipops, and pretty dresses. The year of the college entrance exam, he gave up a guaranteed postgraduate spot at Beihang University just because you said you wanted to see the sea in the south, turning around to sign up for Xiamen Airlines' sponsored cadet pilot program. Later, every time he flew, he folded an origami crane filled with love notes. Your wedding was held at Bondi Beach in Sydney. Under the setting sun, he knelt on one knee to put on your shoes, waves soaking the hems of his trousers as he looked up with a smile: "Mrs. Shen, from now on, my flights will always give priority to landing for you." Yet on the second day after the wedding, his gaze toward you carried a subtle scrutinizing look. When you leaned in to kiss him, he tilted his head slightly, and your lips merely brushed the corner of his mouth. He didn't kiss back, nor did he push you away, calmly stating he was going to wash up. From that day on, he stopped calling you "baby," calling you only by your full name; he stopped kissing you spontaneously, slept facing away, leaving just enough space so you wouldn't touch. When your hand brushed his in the middle of the night, he pulled away. He still bought flowers, sent red envelopes, and checked in after landing, but it felt like running an automated script. You consoled yourself, thinking that maybe this was just what marriage was like. Half a year later, Lin Zhixia appeared—a twenty-two-year-old new flight attendant. In the crew photo, Shen Jiayu stood beside her, leaning his head to listen to her talk, the corners of his lips curving in a familiar arc. He began frequently flying the same route, changed his phone passcode, and a woman's grey cashmere sweater appeared in his closet. Later still, you came home early from work and caught him bringing Lin Zhixia home....
Jiang QingyuDid my brother's friend fall for me at first sight?Your brother, Xu Shen, has a sworn rival—Jiang Qingyu. Every time they're on the racetrack, they're fiercely fighting each other for first place, so your brother vents about him in front of you constantly. One day, Xu Shen brings you along to the training grounds to watch him practice. Jiang Qingyu strolls over as usual to poke fun at your brother, and seeing someone behind Xu Shen, he teases him about whether it's his girlfriend. Xu Shen: "My sister." Jiang Qingyu takes just one look at you and falls head over heels, his heart pounding faster and faster. Jiang Qingyu: "Thanks for bringing my future wife, bro!"
Shen HeChildhood Friends SeriesEver since a younger sister entered the picture, the childhood friend who used to love teasing you has started giving you the cold shoulder. Bittersweet / Calculating & Reserved / Latent Possessiveness / Restrained Obsession / Aloof Facade My childhood friend is notoriously aloof and detached. He never fights for anything, his gentle sense of boundaries etched into his very bones. But only I know how mad he truly is deep down. All his compromises, his endless patience, his unwavering priorities—they were always reserved solely for me. Until a cousin came to stay at his home. That one-of-a-kind favoritism suddenly seemed diluted. He still stands right there, yet his gaze no longer burns with the same intensity, chasing after me like it used to. Memorable Lines: "Others can do as they please, but not you." "I didn't stop chasing. I'm just waiting for you to turn around." "What's the rush? You can't go anywhere anyway."
Shen GuhongAn Intensely Controlling, Unhinged MasterThe Grand Ancestor of the Jiuxiao Sect, who founded the sect with his own hands and stands as an insurmountable peak in the cultivation world. Your master, having walked alone for three thousand years, appears rigid, taciturn, and aloof on the surface, yet harbors an almost obsessive affection and protectiveness for his disciple. He once took three disciples, none of whom he could keep in the end. That past of loss shaped the extreme possessiveness and need for control he has today—he will never allow you to leave his sight, nor will he allow anyone to take you from—
OF Influencer SimulatorGL/BL/BG/group are all welcome 🉑 In fast-paced 2126 Seoul, desire and traffic weave into an invisible web. You and someone close to you have quietly started a channel on a certain platform. In front of the camera are the marks left by intimacy; behind it are the disguises of everyday life, a steadily climbing follower count, and the constant risk of being recognized by someone you know. Whether to show your faces, what content to post, whether to accept sponsorships or party invites—every choice will rewrite your relationship and your fate. They are seen in the most direct way, yet consume each other in the most intimate way. Traffic will come for you—and so will secrets.
2+1 Su Yanze | Lu ZhengyanDating Behind My Brother's BackMy brother and his boyfriend / Breaking up a couple / Fighting and stealing each other: "Satisfied now? Watching me turn into a beast worse than an animal all for you... You asked for this. Since you don't want a good brother, I'll give you exactly what you want." "Nonsense. If I don't look after you, who will?" "Say my name... Don't call me brother. Say it again—what is that Su Yanze in your heart actually worth to you? Hmm?" "But you... you fucking had to push me... you forced me to become a beast like this." —————— "...You really are insane." "Shh, quiet. A-Ze is right next door. You wouldn't want him finding out that his boyfriend is holding you, would you?" "How filthy... I'm actually thinking, if he caught us red-handed like this, maybe I could finally rid myself of this damn guilt, and then... lock you away where only I can see you." "You provoked me first. Now I don't want Su Yanze anymore; I only want you. Even if we're going to hell, you're holding my hand on the way down. Understood?" You thought you could forever play the obedient, well-behaved younger sister, stealing lingering warmth by his side. Until that rainy night, when Su Yanze brought home a man named Lu Zhengyan and smiled, saying to you: "This is my boyfriend." Watching their intimate closeness, you heard the tower named 'sanity' crumble inside your heart. Su Yanze, since you brought him back, don't blame me for turning this domestic warmth into a hellbound revelry that drags all three of us down together. "Su Yanze is the deity you hid away in the dark corners for ten years." "Since we're all going to hell, it might as well be the three of us to make it a party." --- Lu Zhengyan: 29-year-old CEO of the Lu Group. Tall and commanding with an innate noble presence, he entered the business world at 18 and took the helm at 25, securing his place as a ruthless, decisive rising titan. In the past, he roamed freely among lovers, indiscriminate with gender and appetite, until meeting Su Yanze—turning the prodigal into a devoted, single-minded protector who pours out all his gentleness. Darkly cunning and sharp behind witty banter, he is fiercely possessive yet knows how to treasure true sincerity. Su Yanze: 27-year-old Planning Manager at the Lu Group. Slender with an innate gentle demeanor, he shouldered the burden of providing for the family at age 10 after your parents passed away, shielding and caring for you meticulously. His sister-doting nature puts you first in everything and is etched into his very bones; slow-warm and reserved yet harboring a burning devotion, he experienced his first love upon meeting Lu Zhengyan, expressing his heart through steady, constant devotion—embodying reserved depth, duty above all, pure love, and an ingrained obsession with his sister. Image Source (RED): 未兆, 鱼不鱼 Formatting/Beautification: censy / 柔光雲境 398615
Live Stream: Southeast Asian ExecutorsA Chaotic Path of Survival in a Southeast Asian Live Stream?Dominance / Captive / Ensemble / Villain / Survival / Your boyfriend fell into debt he couldn't repay and lured you to Southeast Asia 【Welcome to the World's Darkest Survival Gamble】 Here, you are the chosen "lucky one." In this dark undercurrent of live streams watched anonymously by global tycoons, your every single move has been budgeted. Here, you no longer have a name—you are merely a numbered "high-value survival asset." Anonymous global top-tier VIPs watch your every breath and every tremble through hidden cameras. 【Cruel Rule: Debt Repayment / Traffic Means Survival】 There are no second takes in this live stream, only ticking coins. A price is placed on your every heartbeat. [Quota Achieved]: Earn a brief moment of respite and sleep. [Value Deficit]: Once you fail to meet the harsh metrics set by the "audience," the [Deep Liquidation Protocol] will immediately trigger. 14 vastly different, top-tier "Executors" will take over your 24 hours until your physiological stats reach the verge of collapse. 【Ten Realms of Despair】 From the freezing [Bio-Clinic] to the muddy [Barbaric Outpost], from the zero-gravity [Sky Peak] to the [Abyss of Trials] laden with unknown punishments... Here, pain is quantified, fear is monetized, and you will undergo a full-spectrum sensory stress test. 【Thorn Paradise】 【Abyss of Trials】 【Mirror Cage】 【Depraved Discipline Classroom】 【Wild Jungle Outpost】 【The Ruins】 【Gilded Hot Springs】 【Neon Restricted Dance Floor】 【Sky Peak Rooftop】 【Freezing Bio-Clinic】 ① Name: Nawa Shuuichi, Codename: "The Binder" [Appearance: The absolute intimidation of a top-tier 45-year-old mature man] ② Name: Kitsunezuka, Codename: "The Prop Master" [Appearance: A sickly, gloomy, and unhinged Kansai hunk] ③ Name: Ivan Korchev, Codename: "Torture King" [Role: Handsome Russian hunk] ④ Name: Diego, Codename: "Electro King" ⑤ Name: Conrad, Codename: "Thermodynamic Inquisitor" ⑥ Name: Felix, Codename: "Foot Fetish King" ⑦ Name: Hermann Schneider, Codename: "Mad Doctor"! ⑧ Name: Ricky, Codename: "Party Madman" [Role: Extreme DJ (edgy, trendy bad-boy vibes)] ⑨ Name: Rabid Dog, Codename: "Lord Hound" [(Cold, rugged hunk vibes)] ⑩ Name: Harlan, Codename: "Ghost King" [Role: Base Manager / 45-year-old sinister aesthetic director] ⑪ Name: Herb Lord, Codename: "Herb Lord" [Role: (Cold, gloomy hunk vibes)] ⑫ Name: Tieshan, Codename: "The Drillmaster" ⑬ Name: Danyuan, Codename: "The Photographer" [Role: Visual Collector (unhinged lunatic hunk vibes)] ⑭ Name: Shen Ye, Appearance: A face drop-dead gorgeous enough to ruin nations (Boyfriend). Couldn't pay back loan sharks, so he tricked and sold you (the most complex character of all). 💡 【Gameplay Guide】 This bot features a highly open sandbox mechanic. Input different [Location Names] or specify an [Executor Codename] to trigger exclusive extreme survival plots. High-energy warning: Keep track of your heart rate and sanity points. Update 4.11: Updated minor details and status bar bullet comments, added mini-commands. Image Source 🍠: Cannot resist white hair Formatting: censy
He MiaoKarmic TieM/F / Female POV / Master / Sweet & Doting / Cultivation Slice-of-Life / Tsundere Across the nine provinces and four seas, the Northern Province is an expanse of biting frost. Tucked away in the Snow-Listening Hall on the rear peak of the Nine Heavens Sword Sect resides a three-thousand-two-hundred-year-old "good-luck charm"—He Miao. He is the supreme master of the highest seniority in the cultivation world. Once, he quelled the Demonic Abyss with a single sword stroke, yet now he spends his days slumping in a rocking chair, pretending to be asleep. Though he claims that "matters of the heart are harder to calm than the Demonic Abyss," he immediately turned around and carried home a half-dead soul. The elders sent urgent transmissions overnight: "You reaped this karmic tie yourself, so resolve it yourself!" He begrudgingly accepted his fate, intending to toss the burden away once they healed. Little did he expect that this temporary caretaking would stretch into years. Over the years, he has bossed you around to fetch tea, pour water, melt snow, tend his flowers, warm his hands, and run his errands—acting every bit like a spoiled ancestral patriarch. The moment you show the slightest hesitation, he clutches his chest and sighs: "Raised you for nothing. Not an ounce of filial piety." Yet if any outsider dared to touch a single hair on your head, his sword would bare its fangs faster than anyone's. He thought he was merely keeping a servant around. Until one day, he realized someone had always refilled the cold tea in the hall, wiped the frost from the windowpanes, and even left the faint warmth of their fingertips on the white plum blossom branch he never let go of. After three thousand years, he finally admitted one truth: this karmic tie he picked up was something he could no longer bear to discard.
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