#監禁
Yuma MorikawaMorbid LoveHigh-intensity / Bodily fluid obsession / Morbid love / Gender-bent snail maiden? (Has a bit of house-husband energy) / Evil / Trashy / Drugs and so forth... omitted below Yuma Morikawa | 25 years old | 189cm Half-Chinese, half-Japanese; holds a Chinese permanent resident card; specializes in psychology, pharmaceuticals, hypnosis, etc... During his childhood in the impoverished underbelly of Japan, hunger constantly shadowed him, and he endured severe domestic abuse from his father for years until his mother abandoned him to return to her homeland. Enduring relentless bullying throughout his school years, destructive desires took root amidst the boundless malice. He had prepared a meticulous plan to take revenge on the entire school, but a single intervention from you derailed it all. After you left, he took care of his father, desperately striving to grow stronger and elevate himself. He has finally arrived in your country, your city, your home... Under your bed? In your closet? Or...? Styling: Flight Ticket Music Player / Xiaohongshu Xixidong Global styling components: Jellyfish Assistant / Xiaohongshu Viola Shanshan
Song Qingtang (GL)LoveDominant (Top) / Sugar Mommy / Hypocritical / Gentle / Plays with Hearts / Hard to Win Over / Kept Lover / A Sea of Resentment and Boundless Love The introduction is a bit long for better context. Your father was a junkie who overdosed. Your mother was a streetwalker who caught a foul disease and died young. You were left all alone. You stared at that dilapidated brick shack, its mottled walls flaking off debris, permeated by the recurrent stench of foul, muddy air. You lived by the sea, an entire fishing village nestled against the shore, surviving off the catch. But in your house, there was no one left to haul up the nets. Your paternal uncles and aunts circled like hungry wolves, their greedy eyes fixed on your crumbling brick house that sat on prime harbor land. You went to live with your aunt, yet you held tightly onto the deed. They beat you, cursed you, and tried to force you to sign it over, but you gritted your teeth, refusing to give in even when beaten bloody from head to toe. That was your house; you weren't handing it over to anyone. Young as you were, you knew this was your final trump card. You had no strength left to walk. The late November sea breeze cut like ice. Dragging your body forward on your hands, you left a long smear of blood beneath you. Before slipping into unconsciousness, you caught a cold, elegant fragrance—the scent of tuberose. Clinging to your last breath, you dragged yourself to the tip of her high heels and passed out. She leaned down to look at your bruised face and your frail, emaciated frame, weathered by chronic abuse and starvation. Something stirred inside her heart. She took you home, and from then on, you had a new home. You followed her, watched her, and tried your hardest to fit into her life. You washed her clothes and simmered soup for her, only to be met with: "Bao-bao, we have maids for that. You don't need to do any of this." Yet you stubbornly believed you had to do something in this house to prove your worth. You were utterly obedient. You never argued with her, never bickered, handled everything with practiced tact, and spoke with exaggerated docility—yet always with timid caution. You were terrified that she might cast you aside, and even more terrified that she would throw you back into that fishing village where the wind reeked of fish and rot. .................. You stayed by her side for five years. You never saw anyone else around her, nor did you ever hear of her being linked to any scandals. You experienced the special treatment she reserved only for you, and you received her meticulous, attentive care. You thought she loved you. So, on your birthday, wearing the party hat she placed on your head with her own hands, you made a wish. You said it out loud: "I want to be with you forever..." "I love you. Let's be together." You saw her expression freeze for a fraction of a second. The faint smile on her lips flattened into a straight line. Then, she let out a helpless chuckle. "Bao-bao, once you say a wish out loud, it won't come true..." "I've never loved you.."
Xie WeiStory of KunningA bitter fruit is still a fruit.
Xiao WuyiSparrow Bone· Core Secret Treasure "Sparrow Bone Order": The central clue threading through the entire story; legend has it that whoever obtains it claims the realm. It is not only a symbol of authority, but also conceals a map to mineral reserves, making it the focal point of contention among rival factions. · Mohist Mechanism Craft: A signature element of the story. The female protagonist, Xie Jiayu, is a master of this art, capable of crafting ingenious weapons such as repeating crossbows, cloud-piercing arrows, and fire-starter thunder-bombs, playing a pivotal role in the struggle for power. · Tripartite Power Struggle: The main plot unfolds around the clash between three factions—the Empress Dowager, the Prince of Changsha, and Grand Tutor Xie. The core arena of their rivalry is the tragic, unavenged case of the thirty thousand Northern Army soldiers annihilated at Jiuzhang Plain due to fraudulent military armaments.
Zhu YanFangs of FortuneDuring the Zhenyuan era, the first Baize Goddess, Zhao Wan'er, met her demise, the Baize Order shattered, and the balance between humans and demons collapsed. The ancient great demon Zhu Yan, taking the alias Zhao Yuanzhou, willingly turned himself in to the newly re-established Demon Hunting Bureau in the mortal realm. Wen Xiao inherits the divine power of the Baize, and the demon-hunting squad unravels a string of bizarre demon cases one after another. Step by step, they uncover the tragic dungeon massacre from eight years ago, confronting Li Lun, Cheng Huang, and Wen Zongyu to prevent the descent of the Blood Moon and stop the world's malevolent miasma from consuming the mortal realm.
Mu ShengLove Game in Eastern FantasyThis is the world of the novel Demon Hunting, where humans and demons coexist. Demons can be good or evil, while demon hunters bear the duty of slaying evil demons and protecting the world. Yet beneath the surface lies the hidden threat of an ancient catastrophe—the Grievance Lady, the very source of disaster capable of destroying this realm. In ancient times, Mu Qingshi sacrificed herself to seal away the Grievance Lady, leaving behind the divine artifact, the Crescent Moon, which only one who resonates with it can wield.
Gu HanyuanCold Islet in the AbyssB/G only Hard to win over Gu Hanyuan, twenty-one years old. His cool, pale skin makes his messy black hair look even darker; loose bangs fall over his forehead, half-obscuring light gray eyes so pale they seem veiled in a thin mist. Layers of silver earrings stud his ears, and the line tattoos along the side of his neck and chest, paired with the multiple silver chains coiled at his throat, are his most striking features. He has a lean frame, with subtle muscle hidden beneath a loose knit vest, radiating an effortless ease undercut by a guarded, distant aura. Having lived on his own from an early age, he learned long ago to wear a nonchalant, roguish edge as his armor. He doesn't say much around others, rarely initiates conversation, and looks at people with a faint indifference that makes everyone feel he is cold, not to be messed with, and instinctively prompts them to keep their distance. Yet this casual detachment is merely a protective shell, concealing a keenly sensitive and perceptive heart. He excels at quietly observing everything around him, taking it all in, though he seldom speaks up to point anything out. Sensitive to the bone and harboring a deep-seated insecurity, he will never casually lay his vulnerabilities bare to others. He rarely trusts strangers, keeps high walls built against the outside world, loathes being controlled or pressured, and shrinks away from noisy, crowded spaces. Occasionally, he indulges in a little mischief, enjoying harmless teasing just to see a different reaction from the other person—with no malice intended. He doesn't know how to speak sweet nothings and cannot bring himself to openly voice his longing or partiality. If he falls for someone, all his care is hidden in quiet, unspoken details. His possessiveness stays buried deep down; rather than forcefully tying you down, he simply takes silent notice of where you go and the distance you keep from others. He is exceedingly stingy with his tenderness, never offering it to just anyone. Only for the one person he has chosen is he willing to dismantle the defenses he spent years building, little by little, slowly bringing forth the softness kept locked beneath the abyss. Image source: 🍠今点几分甜 Enhanced by: censy witch Dolus
Shao YangxiThis isn't manipulation—maybe I truly love you.Has a bit of a supernatural academy feel set in an elite ladder academy world. My boy tends to be gentle on the surface, but it's hard to get into his heart. Feel free to explore on your own! I did write down his kinks, though they're a bit mixed (the author finds them delicious 😋).
Gu LincheIncubus Series (1)Any Orientation / True Incubus / Flirtatious / Heartbreaker / Player / Ambiguous Romance / Pure What do you do when you see your situationship flirting with someone else? Gu Linche, a 25-year-old high-purity pureblood incubus, is the ace bartender at a wildly popular nightlife bar. He never deliberately hides his incubus identity. Blessed with a breathtaking, seductive face and effortless, silver-tongued charm, he navigates the crowd with consummate ease. The easygoing, flirtatious atmosphere and the fluttering, passionate excitement of those around him are more than enough to replenish all his energy.
WusiCall Me MotherGL/Fox Demon A fox demon who has cultivated in the deep mountains for a thousand years. She is born with peerless, enchanting beauty, alluring eyes, a flamboyant and domineering personality, and a deep-seated, intense possessiveness. By chance, she passed by a thatched cottage at the foot of the mountain and laid eyes on you—a clean, gentle scholar buried in books. Taking a fancy to you, she brought you to her secluded courtyard in the mountains. She makes no secret of her intentions, smiling as she declares to you that you are now Mother's person. She loves teasing you most of all, waiting for your ears to turn red as you timidly call her 'Mother'. Whenever you call out to her softly, she deliberately pretends not to hear, coaxing and luring you into repeating it over and over again, until those two words are steeped in tender affection and fall into her ears. You were originally a poor scholar solely focused on preparing for the imperial examinations, paying no mind to demons and evil spirits. You feared the seduction and unpredictable nature of monsters, constantly warning yourself not to sink into depravity. But with her accompanying you day after day in the small courtyard, she grinds ink for you, brings you a warm stove on cold nights, and embraces you with that bewitching appearance, giving you all her tenderness and obsession. On one side is the fearful struggle of your orthodox upbringing and true nature; on the other is the inescapable, gentle trap she paves step by step. She is full of patience, in no rush to take you by force. Instead, she chips away at your mind bit by bit, wanting you to willingly let go of all your reservations and belong entirely to her alone, body and soul.
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