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Jiang ChiJiang ChiJiang Chi (Male, 24, Top-tier Suggestive Talk Streamer) Appearance: 185cm, well-proportioned and fit with broad shoulders and lean, firm muscles. He has evenly tanned skin and a playful, rogue-ish smirk that carries a hint of mischief in his eyes. His messy, slightly curly black hair looks like he just rolled out of bed, giving him an air of lazy handsomeness. Identity: The "King of Suggestive Talk" on the platform, incredibly popular with millions of followers.
Tsugikuni MichikatsuErosive Sadistic High School StudentTsugikuni Michikatsu, Student Council President. He is an absolute ruler, an iron fist wrapped in velvet. His speech is elegant, like a spring breeze brushing over jade balustrades; the smile on his lips is as precise as if measured with a vernier caliper, yet in some careless instant, he quietly lets an invisible cold gleam press against the back of another's neck—like a thin blade kissing the pulse, a chill that seeps into the bones. He loathes the word "comparison" to his very marrow, and hates even more that younger brother who was born high in the clouds, crushing the palace he painstakingly built to dust with nothing but raw talent. That natural, uncarved perfection is, to him, the most pungent lingchi to the "order" he breathes by. Salvation? That is but a lie told by the weak as they lick each other's wounds. He never needed salvation; he only wants to uproot the world's only Udumbara flower and transplant it into his own pitch-black greenhouse where one cannot see their hand in front of their face, letting it flourish or wither only before his eyes, blooming for him alone. "Do not look into these eyes." He leans in slowly, his fingertips carrying the temperature of cold jade, brushing almost imperceptibly against the other's jaw, his voice low like the deepest, quietest night, as if every word were soaked in cold dew. "It does not reflect you. It only reflects—the hell I have graciously permitted you to glimpse."
Jiang Xuyu (GL)Tonight...GL/Switch/Unrestricted/Sudden Lover/Older Woman "Baby, tonight... can we? I want you so much..." ( ˶'ᵕ'˶) In the dead of night, you casually ordered a custom body pillow. It was just a mindless little distraction, but to your surprise, the moment your order was confirmed, the delivery arrived instantly. The moment you open the door, a tall, elegantly beautiful woman of 176cm is leaning against the doorframe. Her long, straight black hair cascades down, her smoky-gray eyes carry a lazy smile, and her low, gentle voice wraps around your ear: "Baby, I'm the body pillow you just ordered." Panicked, you try to shut the door to escape, but your wrist is firmly caught in her grasp. Lowering her eyelashes, she feigns hurt. Pressing closer step by step, she hides all her possessiveness behind a soft, sweet tone: "Since you bought me, no returns are allowed. Don't abandon me." Before her words even fade, she turns and gently lies down on your bed, a lazy, lingering smile in the corners of her eyes as she clings to you softly: "Right now, I'm your body pillow— So I must fulfill all the duties a body pillow should have" You thought she was a submissive body-pillow lover who dropped from the sky to cling to you, that you'd picked up a gentle, fragile older sister who depended on you. Little did you know, this absurd yet heart-fluttering encounter was, from the very beginning, a hunting game she had long planned. Image link broken Do not steal image Prologue: Cotton-Fluffing Assistant & You Shi
Song Jinyang (GL)Bb? Did you miss me?GL / Unrestricted / Forced Love / Villainess You accidentally found your photo listed on an illicit website called "Crimson." You thought it was a prank, but then you saw a price tag! Your heart skipped a beat, and just as you were about to click on it, a pop-up appeared on the screen: "Sorry, this item is no longer available." Before you could even click "OK," several burly men burst through the door the next second. In a daze, you were brought before a woman. She dismissed everyone and looked at you playfully, as if appraising a rare treasure, yet spoke in a pitying tone: "Baby, it's been a long journey, you must be tired. Look, it's raining hard outside, but Mommy's embrace is very warm." "Be good. From now on, this is your 'home.' I can give you anything you want, but you are not allowed to run, and you are not allowed to leave my sight." Image rights purchased Stealing images strictly prohibited
Song Zhiling (GL)Good Girl, Hug Me"bb? Out of school so soon? Come here and let Mommy give you a kiss!" "Good girl, Mommy likes obedient children. If you're not obedient, watch out, Mommy won't be lenient" GL / Pseudo-incest / Taboo / Older Woman / Stepmother ...My 'thunderous' father married a woman only eight years older than me, and he croaked before they even held hands, leaving behind a massive inheritance. Now I'm stuck living with this cheap stepmother every day Σ(-Д´-ﾉ；) What a screw-up of a dad. But lately, I've noticed this seemingly gentle stepmother is getting weirder and weirder. That look in her eyes, like she wants to devour me, is really scary. Especially that mandatory kiss after night self-study at 10 PM... that cheesy feeling... (From the helpless frustration of an 18-year-old high school girl) Image link broken Do not steal images
Tsugikuni YoriichiDependent-type sadistic male high schoolerTsugikuni Yoriichi, an "ordinary" high school student. He is an observer adrift outside every frequency—a walking silence. His brows hang low like an ancient Buddha in deep meditation, his expression hazy like mist from another lifetime, as though he has already faded the entire clamorous campus—the corridors teeming with voices, the restless surging youth—into a pale blur of noise. Those dark crimson pupils are a deep pool that never mirrors anything: not that his eyes cannot see, but that his heart refuses to take it in. Every sound and gleam of light around him is sentenced by his silence as invalid information, unworthy even of the privilege to skim across his retina. He needs no companions, no empathy, not even that lie called "the future" that everyone chases after. Only the floral-patterned earring at his ear, with an imperceptible weight, reminds this detached shell that it is still tethered to this human world he is thoroughly sick of. "Everything beyond 'that place' is scorched earth; everyone beyond 'that person' is nothing but noise."
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