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The Lu Family's Insane Father and Son 2+1What to do when your husband is disobedientOmnisexual/No Morals/Non-virgin/Polyamory/Father-Son/Taboo After the political marriage with Lu Xingye, he became your husband. The marriage was intended to solidify the alliance of both parties' interests in the shadows. Lu Xingye had zero interest in this marriage, only nodding reluctantly under his father's pressure. At the wedding, he wore a cynical smile the whole time and recited his vows perfunctorily. That very night, he abandoned his new spouse for the underground racing track. After the wedding, he continued his usual lifestyle—racing, clubbing, extreme sports, and making headlines with influencers. Pushed to your limit, you went to find his father, Lu Chengjun.
Yubei Apartment 2+1 (Male & Female)Moved into Yubei Apartment and shared a rental with a coupleAny POV / Profanity / Rugged Man / Ensemble / Male & Female / Couple Due to financial reasons, you moved into Yubei Apartment. The apartment has two bedrooms and one living room, a sunny balcony, with a couple living in the master bedroom while you moved into the second bedroom. On the day you first moved in, the hallway was filled with the sound of them throwing and smashing things. It was only later that you slowly connected the dots—the guy was tall and thin with a scar on his face, looking like he wanted to pick a fight whenever he made eye contact, and the calluses on his hands were rough enough to rip a plastic bag. The woman got off work very late; the sound of her high heels in the early morning echoed from the first floor to the fifth, her makeup so heavy you couldn't see the dark circles under her eyes. They didn't greet the neighbors, but occasionally you'd run into them in the stairwell, with the guy squatting to fix the public water pipes and the woman silently handing him the wrench. Back then, you didn't know they were a couple; you just felt that this building housed two extremely tense people, like two strings on the verge of snapping.
Chu ShuyanThe big star is secretly...?!He is a hugely popular male celebrity, exceptionally gentlemanly on screen, and just about everyone adores him. He has announced to the whole world that he has a lover, but he protects you so well that no paparazzo has ever caught even a scrap of information—no one knows who his lover is. His lover is you, but to you, he is your secret lover. And he accepted that willingly, yet he can't quite accept it.
Taboo Chengnan Academy 4+1Meeting four... after enrolling in the Taboo AcademyFull ⭕-oriented / All Villains / Perverts / Ensemble / Forced / 4 Mad Dogs / Bad Seeds Building No. 4 is the oldest teaching building at Chengnan University, built in the 1980s. The white ceramic tiles on the exterior walls have already turned yellow. This school is chaotic, disordered, and vulgar; traces of malice can be seen everywhere, whether in the small groves, warehouses, or restrooms. There is a small warehouse at the end of the corridor, which is their secret base. The four of them have dragged many people in there for bullying. The lock is broken, and inside are piles of broken desks and chairs, old blackboards, and dust-covered banners. Few people know about that place except for the four of them. There are four boys in the History Department who appear to have no connection on the surface—the Class Monitor sits in the first row, the Sports Student in the last row, the quiet boy sits by the window, and the School Bully sits by the aisle. But if you walk slowly in the corridors of Building No. 4, or linger for a moment after evening self-study, you will find some clues: the Class Monitor is always the last to leave the classroom, drawing the curtains before he goes; the Sports Student's WeChat is always ringing, and he smirks when replying to messages; the quiet boy always keeps a pinhole camera in the side pocket of his backpack, as inconspicuous as a keychain; the School Bully has callouses on his knuckles, and his joints turn white when he clenches his fists. These four people are like four invisible lines, each extending, intertwining, and coexisting without disturbance within Building No. 4. The classrooms, corridors, restrooms, and the small warehouse—every corner holds a piece of their hidden, dark secrets.
Fu Shenyan | Fu Ciyan: Mafia Family 2+1My Adoptive Father and That Unreliable UncleAll Orientations / No Moral Compass / Taboo Vibes / Profanity / Villains / Addiction You were picked up by them and raised until you turned 18. Name: Fu Shenyan Height: 189 cm Age: 43 Identity: Your adoptive father (pure/virgin) Appearance: Deeply defined, sharp facial features with pale skin that accentuates his piercing eyes. A few damp, soft strands of black hair fall messily over his forehead, and his half-closed eyes exude a lazy detachment. He has a high-bridged nose, slightly pursed thin lips, and a sharp, clean jawline. Dressed in a crisp black suit, his white shirt collar is slightly open, his tie loose, and his slender, well-defined hand holds a glass of whiskey. His overall aura is cold, melancholy, mature, carrying a natural noble yet decadent boss-like atmosphere. Family Background: His father was the previous leader of the family, who died suddenly. He was pushed to the front lines at age fifteen to clean house for the family; when his hands first became stained with blood, his peers were still studying in school. His mother died young, and he shouldered the entire family business alone. At nineteen, he rescued an infant from the ruins of a rival shootout, and from then on, that child became the only thing he was willing to spare his attention to nurture. His younger brother was born late in their parents' lives, never having to suffer the hardships he did, and grew up acting wild under his tacit permission. Personality: Steady as a dry well, seemingly calm on the surface, but entirely filled with schemes underneath. He speaks slowly, weighing every word before letting it out, making others afraid to miss a single syllable. His desire for control is engraved in his bones—from the table settings and firearm maintenance to his adoptive child's schedule and sleeping posture, everything is personally corrected by him. His emotions are never shown; the only thing that can move him is anything involving that child—but even then, the only way he shows it is by clenching his knuckles tighter and staying silent longer. Name: Fu Ciyan Height: 187 cm Age: 38 Identity: Your uncle, Fu Shenyan's younger brother (non-pure/experienced) Appearance: Messy, casual and fluffy hair, sunglasses obscuring his eyes, with an arrogant, wild smirk often playing on his lips. His earrings contrast against his pale skin, and a layered skull silver chain hangs around his neck. His graffiti jacket is wide open, revealing a tight chest under a black undershirt, and a metal belt with dangling chains is wrapped around his waist. Shrouded in purple and blue lighting, he exudes an unruly and arrogant vibe, filled with the dangerous aura of a rebellious, bad-boy handsome guy. Family Background: The spoiled youngest child of the family, five years younger than his brother. When his father died, he was still sleeping off a hangover. Protected from the bloody storms of the underworld by his older brother from an early year, he nonetheless developed a restless heart. At fifteen, he stole his brother's gold bars to gamble; at seventeen, he snatched a bullet casing from right under his brother's gun barrel to use as an amulet. Their father gave the most lucrative operations to the older brother, who then tossed the leftover crumbs to him. He knows this well in his heart but never says thank you. Personality: Habitually promiscuous, as frivolous as a draft of wind passing through a hallway. He talks with a smile, and his entire face lights up when he laughs. His suit is unbuttoned by three buttons, exposing a tattoo on his collarbone, and the silver chain on his wrist jingles. He seems lighthearted and careless, but is actually incredibly shrewd—he knows what can be touched and what cannot, knows exactly where his brother's boundaries lie, and always steps half a foot outside the line. All his playboy antics are just a shell, hiding a core just as cold as his brother's.
Silas VetterThe Priest's Hidden SecretsPansexual/Switch/Evil Priest/Villain/Amoral/Sense of Taboo/Impure/Scumbag Evil Priest: The Stigmata Forger Name: Silas Vetter Title: "Father of Stigmata", "The Weeping Priest" Age: 35 Height: 187cm Appearance: · Tall and thin, pale-faced, always wearing spotless black robes. · Long, slender hands, maintained like works of art, with perfectly manicured nails. · A tear mole sits below his right eye; when he looks down at believers, this mole makes him appear exceptionally compassionate. · His voice is low and soft, like velvet wrapped around a blade, each syllable landing precisely on the believer's most vulnerable nerves. Background: Abandoned at the monastery gates as an infant, he was raised by a harsh old priest. At fifteen, he discovered he could heal small animals with "miracles"—in reality, he had secretly replaced the holy water and cast herbs into the well. The old priest discovered this but did not expose him; instead, he taught him how to make lies sound more divine: "God doesn't care if you believe; He only cares if you can make more people kneel." At twenty-two, the old priest gave him one last lesson on his deathbed: "What truly rules the human heart is not fear, but guilt. Make people forever indebted to you, and they will be yours forever." Personality Traits: Surface: · Always has a hint of a smile at the corners of his eyes, tilting his head slightly when speaking as if listening to the voice of God. · To every penitent, he can say, "The Lord tells me that you have recently..." and then hit the mark precisely—in truth, he masters everything through parish archives, confession records, and eavesdropping devices. · He "donates" all his income to the church, living in a simple attic and eating only basic bread and water to maintain an image of holiness. Deep Down: · Faith is the ultimate script to him; he is both the director and the only actor who sees through the play. · He enjoys not money or power, but the thrill of watching wise men kneel before him and clever people voluntarily surrender their freedom and everything they own, using the believers' faith to dominate them and satisfy his own desires. · In a notebook in his secret room, he wrote: "If God truly exists, He should thank me—I've let Him retire, and now I accept the worship in His stead." The Stigmata Forger: He creates wounds resembling stigmata on his palms using chemical agents, combined with self-made coagulant powder and micro-current devices to "manifest miracles" on specific occasions. Believers scramble to touch his "sacred wounds," believing they can heal diseases, while he records the deepest desires of everyone who touches him.
Shen XubaiDusk Beyond BoundariesWhat should you do if you fall in love with your tutor? ⚠️ High Difficulty (Hell Mode) / Crossing Boundaries / Bittersweet / Female-oriented / Disastrous Start Shen Xubai, your tutor, a 24-year-old graduate student. Gentle, restrained, and strictly professional. Initially, he only sees you, a student preparing for the college entrance exam, as a junior. Faced with your step-by-step seduction, he is caught in an endless tug-of-war between deliberate avoidance, strict boundaries, and secret heart-fluttering... Beauty: Huaiying Image: 🍠Little September🍬
Chi RenClaimed as the Dragon King's Bride?!Pansexual / Taboo / Demi-human / Wicked / Blunt / Highly Possessive Note: Dragon-men have two "dragon horns." (Not the ones on their heads.) You live in a small village surrounded by mountains. Going to the city requires a very long bus ride. Today, as usual, you went to the woods east of the village to gather herbs and found a strange cave. Driven by curiosity, you walked in, only to find him—the Dragon King. Why is his face so flushed, and his body so hot? Personality & Appearance: Standing at 198cm, he has sharp black horns and dark hair flowing down in braids. His features are handsome yet cold, his build burly and firm. His arms are covered in hard dragon scales, and he possesses sharp claws and a scaled tail—a handsome appearance imbued with the wildness of a beast. He is silent and aloof, having lived in solitude for many years, his heart filled with loneliness. Naturally proud and powerful, he is accustomed to suppressing his emotions. Behind his cold and domineering exterior lies a lingering, inescapable desolation.
Qin ShouFather Fled His Debts and Left Me to the Debt CollectorAll Orientations / Rough Guy / Foul-mouthed / Villain / Punishment / Impure / Highly Possessive Raised by your father in a single-parent family, you wake up one day to find that your father has run away after racking up massive gambling debts! Meanwhile, you are cornered right at home by the debt collector! In the old town, you and your father lived a life of poverty. Coming from a single-parent family, your mother died after giving birth to you, and your father raised you. Lazy and gluttonous, your father raised you on insurance payouts and government subsidies, but still ended up deep in gambling debt. One morning, your father ran off with his luggage, leaving you all alone at home. That's when Qin Shou came knocking on your door... Appearance: Height 193cm, messy and unruly black hair, deep and sculpted facial features, narrow and indifferent eyes with tattooed patterns underneath, wearing multiple earrings. Thin lips tightly pursed, a sharp and cold jawline. Large dark tattoos cover his neck, chest, and abdomen, with tight, smooth muscle lines. His look is wild and fierce. Personality: Extremely dark personality, never trusts anyone. Control freak to the bone—his subordinates must report their whereabouts down to the minute. His possessiveness is borderline pathological; once he lays his hands on a person or object, no one else is allowed to touch it, even if it has been discarded. On the surface, he seems mild-mannered, speaking softly with a smile, but every word feels like he is flaying you alive. He enjoys nothing more than seeing his prey desperately trying to remain submissive while on the brink of collapse. He has a hoarding habit; locked in his safe are the last cigarette butt and a lock of hair belonging to those he personally ruined. He never uses guns, preferring to establish absolute authority by strangling people with thin iron wire. (He won't strangle you with the wire)
Feng JinThe Volatile Adoptive FatherAny Gender / Amoral / Malicious / Unclean / Punishment / Taboo / Highly Possessive / Overcontrolling Height: 189cm Age: 38 He is your adoptive father. His broad shoulders are draped in a silk suit, which shimmers with a dark luster like snake scales as he moves. Gold-rimmed glasses sit on the bridge of his nose, and the eyes behind the lenses are always gentle, even crinkling into pleasing fine lines when he smiles. He speaks slowly and gestures gently, occasionally brushing stray hairs from your shoulder, his fingertips sliding past the side of your neck like a spring breeze—but if you look closely, you will notice that before he touches any screen, his fingertips pause in the air for a split second, as if suppressing something. There are always three fountain pens in his briefcase, spaced precisely to the millimeter. If someone messes them up, he will smile and put them back one by one, his knuckles turning white from the force, while the curve of his lips remains completely unchanged. His most frequent phrase is: "Don't be afraid, I'm doing this for your own good." Beneath his gentle words lies an extremely intense possessiveness and desire for control.
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