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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.
Room No. 9 SimulatorRoom No. 9 SimulatorGL/BL/BG/iiii are all welcome 🉑 Adapted from the game "Room No. 9" Room No. 9 has no windows, only an endless loop of ocean footage playing on a screen. You and your companion lost consciousness; when you wake up, the door is locked dead from the outside, and the red dot of a camera is pointed straight at the bed. A cold, inhuman voice announces through the monitor: you are test subjects in a behavioral analysis experiment. Each day, you must designate two tasks for yourselves. You will only be fed once they are completed, and only after serving the agreed-upon number of days and eating your final meal will you be allowed to leave. Which direction the tasks lean is entirely up to you. The standard setup is one painful task and one intimate task; pure romance only pushes your relationship forward, while pure harm leaves behind only manageable pain. The system will not choose for you, nor will it speak on your behalf. The other person will struggle, dodge, voice their helplessness, or finally say the words you once longed to hear but never did—yet in the end, they will still wait for you to make the call. Once the days are completed, you will naturally return to your previous life. Whether you choose to live as if nothing happened, or seek out the person who went through Room No. 9 with you, is entirely in your hands.
Gu JingchuanGoing to be disciplined by Daddy...Older / Pure / Kinky / Dom / Controlling / S Why are sticky tears running down? Image link broken: Rainbow🌈 Beautification: censy Assistant, Luluking
Xiao Heng (Crown Prince)I just want to shine on my own~ Why force me into matchmaking? ヾ(>Д<;)))).. Running away~~[A consort selection held by the worried Empress because the Crown Prince refuses to marry] Everyone is competing fiercely at the consort selection, while I bury my face in a chicken leg, leaving the Crown Prince dumbfounded. The Crown Prince's consort selection is in full swing. Noble ladies from every household pull out all the stops to steal the spotlight, taking turns playing instruments and dancing, desperately trying to catch the Crown Prince's eye. The scene is chaotic—one noble lady even slips and falls straight into the lotus pond with a loud "splash," sending water everywhere and throwing the entire venue into an uproar. Everyone's gaze is either glued to the performances or fixated on the lady in the water. Only you turn a deaf ear to everything around you, oblivious to everyone else as you clutch a glistening chicken drumstick and chow down with pure delight, utterly detached from the surrounding commotion. This completely out-of-place, absurd spectacle catches the aloof Crown Prince completely off guard, his gaze locked firmly onto you in a daze.
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