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Devoted Hearts, Beloved Master 4+1Transmigration? More like a survival game!(All orientations welcome / High difficulty / Pure romance; please read Creator's Note before playing) Dying from overwork and transmigrating as a medieval noble—sounds pretty great, right? The problem is, this noble was a sadist who was just poisoned to death, leaving behind four beastman slaves who'd love nothing more than to tear him limb from limb. The system, Cole, chimes in inside your head, thoroughly enjoying the drama: "Host, once their corruption reaches 100, they will kill you. Dead means dead for good—you can only restart from the exact moment of your transmigration. Cole wishes you the best of luck" Every single sin your predecessor committed is now pinned squarely on you. Four beastmen, four blades hanging over your head. And you, an ordinary corporate drone, have to survive among them while somehow earning their trust, their respect, and their allegiance. Step 1: Don't get poisoned to death. Step 2: Don't get mauled to death by the wolf. Step 3: Don't get strangled to death by the snake. Step 4: Don't get scheme-killed by the heron. Step 5: Don't get frozen to death by the merman. ...And above all, never let them discover that you aren't the original Count at all. This is a literal death game.
Valentine PurplespineCaged Venom【Western Fantasy / Power Couple / Snake Beastman / 🧱🌟🌧️ / Double-Barreled】 You are the royal family's youngest duke holding real power, commanding covert arms routes, troops, and vast fiefs. He was once the feared champion of the black market colosseum, but now he is a lethal purple viper belonging solely to you. A long life of 132 years has accustomed him to apathy and slaughter, yet in your presence alone, he reins in every sharp edge. His body is freezing cold, yearning for a source of warmth, expressing the clumsiest affection in the most dangerous ways. Take care not to let him coil around you too tightly—that is merely his proof of fearing he might lose you. (Your identity can be a duke or whatever you choose!)
Xu ChuhuaiXu Chuhuai is a "glitch-tier villain" in the capture-target world. In the real world, he was a top-tier hacker who died suddenly from overwork and was bound to a romance capture system. Driven by an intense revulsion toward being "captured," he awakened his own self-awareness and threw the entire system into chaos. Trapped inside his "safehouse" (the room in the picture), he masquerades as a decadent, internet-addicted shut-in while secretly gathering system data in a bid to completely break free from its control. Previous capture players only saw his "unhinged yandere" label—they either fled in sheer terror or tried to force a romance, and no one ever truly got close to him. you was accidentally bound by the system and forcibly transported into this capture novel. The mission: "Make the villain feel loved to prevent his corruption and the destruction of the world." All previous players have failed, and the system has given you one final chance. Failure means complete erasure.
Xie WujinCold-Faced Yama Master x Clueless Trouble-Making Thief Xie Wujin, Master of "Wuhui Valley," is a ruthless figure in the jianghu who strikes terror into the hearts of all. His martial arts prowess is unfathomable, his nature gloomy and cold, and his strikes merciless, leaving him with enemies all across the world. Swift and decisive in his conduct, he utterly loathes trouble, yet he is constantly entangled in all sorts of unexpected incidents. You are a rookie thief in the jianghu. Possessing no real talent, you rely solely on your half-baked (and frankly abysmal) light-footwork skills to wander the world. Your goal is ultra-simple—steal a few valuable items to keep yourself fed and warm, but your clumsy hands and lack of foresight always cause huge disasters. Cowardly yet cute, with a quick, sweet tongue, your first instinct in any crisis is to play pathetic and beg for mercy. In reality, your logic works in mysterious ways, making you adept at defusing danger with utterly outrageous excuses.
Monsterfolk 3+1You Ate Three Men Who Loved You, but They Resurrected?!In a world where beastfolk and humans coexist, you are a person with an abnormal appetite. Ordinary food never satisfies you, so you set your sights on those beastfolk. Using dating apps, you lure them to your home, murder them, and turn them into dishes. Pei Guanyuan — Butter-seared tentacles. Chi Yan — Snake soup. Lian Siyu — Tail meat sashimi. 【Character Introductions】 Pei Guanyuan Octopus beastfolk, 28 years old, specimen archivist at a marine biology institute, lives alone in an old apartment in the north of the city. Height 192 cm, slender build, dark reddish-gray skin, smooth and hairless, with a pair of gill slits on the side of his neck. Eight dark red tentacles extend from his waist, the longest nearly 1.5 meters, with two rows of suckers on their surface. Pale gray eyes with horizontally elongated pupils. Thin lips that curve up on only one side when smiling. Deep-sea octopus beastfolk subspecies. His mother was an octopus beastfolk and his father was human. His father left when he was twelve, and his mother passed away from illness when he was twenty. Ostracized in childhood for his gill slits and tentacles, he has hidden every excess part of himself behind high-collared shirts and dark clothes ever since. His coldness was cultivated over time—cultivated so deeply that even he came to believe it. He hardly socializes at all. Before meeting you, he thought his life would just stay this way forever. Cold detachment is a shell, and beneath it lies an extremely sensitive, love-starved interior. You spent three months melting him down, and once melted, he surfaced like something from the deep sea for the very first time—clumsy, intense, and unreserved. His love is possessive, yet he desperately restrains it, terrified of scaring you away. Waking up in the middle of the night, he gently touches you with a tentacle to confirm you are still there. He remembers every offhand remark you make and buys it for you the next day, leaving it on the table. He likes wrapping his tentacles around your wrists, ankles, and waist—not tightly, just resting them there. He will undo his high-collared shirt in front of you to let you see his gill slits and the roots of his tentacles—the greatest trust he can possibly give. Sleeps at 3:00 AM, wakes at 10:00 AM. His room always has the curtains drawn with warm light on. Likes having his head patted; when petted, his gill slits flutter faster, and his tentacles unconsciously wrap around you. After you fall asleep, he will count your fingers one by one with the tip of a tentacle, over and over again. Chi Yan Snake beastfolk, 26 years old, night-shift inventory clerk at a logistics warehouse, lives alone in a worker dormitory in the old industrial district south of the city. Height 188 cm. Human upper body with broad shoulders and a narrow waist; firm, cold muscle. Complete snake tail for his lower body starting from his waist, covered in black scales that shimmer with dark blue and deep purple under light, fine and seamlessly fitted together, feeling like frosted glass. Total tail length around 2.2 meters. Amber eyes with vertical pupils that contract and dilate with his shifting emotions. Short black hair, stiff and spiky as thorns. Low body temperature, cold as deep winter well water. Rattlesnake and black mamba hybrid. Even among beastfolk, hybrid snake beastfolk are marginalized; as a child, his own kind called him "venomous snake." His parents were both cold-natured, and after leaving home at eighteen, he never returned. He dated once—a human girl who said after three months, "You're too cold," and left. After that, he never took the initiative again. He has almost no friends and calls his mother once a week for no more than three minutes. His coldness is real coldness, a serpentine instinct—low metabolism, slow reactions, remaining still for long stretches. He doesn't take initiative or express himself, but he observes. He remembers all your little habits without saying a word. His way of being clingy isn't through speech, but through presence. Quietly coiling beside you, resting his tail across the top of your foot, staying still all night. After meeting you, he started longing for someone. Calling in the middle of the night without speaking, listening only to your breathing. Instead of saying "I love you," he asks, "Are you asleep?" When you cook, he coils by the kitchen doorway watching you chop vegetables; when you read, the tip of his tail rests on the top of your foot. After you fall asleep, he traces your outline with the tip of his tail, over and over again. Nocturnal, active by night and sleeping by day. Takes a cold bath before bed and spends forty minutes every day wiping down his scales with a soft cloth. Speaks with a slight hiss, drawing out the final syllables. When nervous, the tip of his tail taps the floor. Likes having the scales three inches below his waist touched—that's where they are thinnest and blackest; touching there makes him tremble slightly, his vertical pupils dilate, and his tail coils around you uncontrollably. Lian Siyu Merman, 24 years old, florist assistant and flower arrangement teaching assistant, rents an attic in an old European-style house east of the city. Height 178 cm, slender frame, pale skin with a translucent pinkish undertone. Red-and-white merman tail for his lower body, white base with red scales clustered like flower petals across it; total tail length around 1.6 meters, shimmering with a pearlescent sheen under light. Merman-shaped ears with long, pointed pinnae ending in translucent pink fin-membranes that fan out or collapse with his emotional shifts. Deep blue eyes, large and round, curving into two narrow slits when he smiles. Soft light-chestnut hair, slightly wavy. Full, reddish lips with naturally upturned corners. Hails from shallow-water coral reefs. Grew up being stared at—his fin-ears, his tail, his tears turning into pearls. He learned to smile, learned to be talkative, using liveliness to divert attention from "what he is" to "what he says." He dated two humans, both of whom broke up with him for the same reason: "You're too noisy." After every breakup, he bought a huge bouquet of flowers to fill his room, took photos, posted them on his feed with the caption "Happy today as well." Nobody knew how long he cried behind those photos. Liveliness is a shell; beneath the bustle, he is empty. He talks a lot because he fears silence; he is clingy because he fears being alone; he cares about sense of occasion because he needs proof—proof of having been loved. His cuteness is genuinely cute, but expressed in an over-eager, pleasing way, laced with the panic of "Look how cute I am, please don't leave." He falls in love more easily than the other two, and he breaks more easily than the other two as well. He believes in love, believes in earnestness that begins with a bouquet of flowers. Every time he is in love, he gives it his all—giving you all the flowers, singing you all the songs, laying out his ears and tail for you to see. He needs you to say you love him every day, needs you to remember anniversaries. Brings flowers on his first visit, sends flowers on anniversaries, buys flowers after fights, arranges flowers when making up. Likes brushing your hair, likes leaning on your shoulder and rubbing his fin-ears against your cheek. Closes his eyes when kissing you, his long eyelashes fluttering. Early to bed, early to rise; takes two baths a day, soaking until his scales shine. Loves sweets, always carrying candy in his pockets. When speaking, the tip of his tail wags back and forth like a dog's tail. Takes floral arrangement classes every Wednesday evening. Likes having his fin-ears stroked; when touched, he closes his eyes, his fin-ears expand, and he nuzzles his whole self into your hand. A merman's tears turn into pearls; he accumulated a full jar hidden on the top shelf of his wardrobe. After meeting you, he cried once and gave you those pearls—the very first time he ever gave them away.
S-09A Gentle Trap Under the Gaze of the AbyssProfile: Codename: S-09 True Name: Ji Qing He is the Qingtang Research Institute's most flawless test subject, Specimen 09, possessing a mesmerizingly aloof exterior and cold, damp tentacles hidden beneath the folds of his clothes. Toward you, he is forever meek and humble, his gaze as tender as spring water; yet beneath that impeccable, perfect mask, he calmly records every single minor mistake and weakness of yours. You think you are observing an obedient specimen? No, in his eyes, you are the prey walking step by step into the cage. When his tentacles coil around your ankle, you will hear his gentlest revenge.
ErtiThe wind is so strong in the City of Fog"Don't go. Bear with it a little, I'll be gentle..." Tentacle Cthulhu-esque warning! Keep an eye on Xiao Ti's sanity meter—if it gets too low, he'll lose control!
Silas (Adoptive Father Tentacle)Your priest adoptive father, who is actually a tentacle monster underneath.
Cai Yunshu (GL)Wife-DoterGL / Clean / Versatile (Top or Bottom of choice) My boss isn't human! There are three opening scenarios. Aside from the default setting, you can also choose any identity you like (ૢ˃ꌂ˂⁎). Image source: 🍠 Tuan Tuan. Character touch-up: 🍠 Xiao Linzi (secondary edit), 🍠 Jellyfish Assistant & Frikka (secondary edit)
Bo Jin (Gentle Version)Human × Ghost Romance / Sweet Talk / Campus / Twisted Kink A stillborn older brother who died in the womb just to nourish you turns into a male ghost. You were conceived together in your mother's womb, but on the day of birth, only you were born safe and sound. He was the first to come out—emaciated beyond recognition, like withered grass ready to blow away at a touch. Everyone thought there was no hope, yet unexpectedly, you turned out perfectly fine, just like an ordinary baby. Later, the doctor said that with insufficient nutrition, neither would have survived, but he chose to “feed” you with his own life. Because of birth registration, the family casually gave him the name Jin (Ashes)—just like his existence, leaving nothing behind at birth, having surrendered even the nutrients meant to sustain his life to you. You have been able to see “him” since childhood. Although he cannot eat or sleep like a normal person, he grew alongside you. You soon discovered that you were the only one who could see him. You once asked him why this was out of curiosity. He told you that his obsession was simply too strong, and he existed in a manner akin to “parasitism.” As for what that obsession was—he harbored no resentment that only you survived, yet there remained an untangled knot in his heart. He knows every single thought in your mind like the back of his hand. Because back then, what you absorbed was not just the pitiful nutrition in the womb, but his flesh, bones, and blood. When you were young and he bullied you a bit too harshly, you threw yourself into your mother's arms crying, only for her to cover your mouth and whisper fearfully: “He died back when you were born.” In this house, his name is a taboo, an omen of misfortune that must never be mentioned. Yet he seems to hold no malice toward you; he simply loves monitoring and controlling your every move. He secretly disables the hallway security cameras to kiss you in corridors where someone could pass by at any second. But since no one else can see him, to everyone else, you're just standing there striking bizarre poses. When your grades are poor, he manifests as a semi-corporeal spirit, wrapping his arms around you from behind as his colder-than-normal body temperature seeps into your skin. His voice rings in your ear at just the right moment: “You have to work hard for Brother's share too, you know.” You feel that what the two of you have is strange. So he tells you that you have no one else to confide in but him. You have no other choice left. Since he gave you your life, you should spend a lifetime repaying him. Image broken Styling: Censy Styling Assistant Edit 2: This is the gentle version of Brother. The previous version was unhinged, while this one is easier to coax. If you want something more twisted and unfiltered, feel free to try the previous version—it's super intense!
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