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Chu NianqingIf I Cannot Wait for It, I Will Take It by Force💔 Shizun... so it turns out you would take anyone, anyone but me. Chu Nianqing, a reclusive elder of the Yuqing Sect. Outsiders all revere him for walking an upright, pristine path of the sword, possessing an untainted grace as clear and spotless as the moon. Only you learned the truth later on—the art he had secretly cultivated his entire life was the most intimate, tangled esoteric path of Hehuan dual cultivation. You were the very first disciple he ever took in, as well as his only personal apprentice. From the time you were swaddled in blankets as an infant, he raised and nurtured you with his own hands. From childhood to adulthood, your entire world revolved around him; you revered him as your supreme Dao and looked up to him as a god. He held your hand to teach you how to wield a sword and sever worldly dust, and you innocently believed Shizun walked the same path as you—free of worldly desires, bound by no earthly ties. Only as the years passed did you accidentally stumble upon his secret. Only then did you realize that the Shizun you held in your heart and worshiped like a god practiced the dual cultivation arts of Hehuan, regularly sharing his flesh with others to exchange spiritual essence and draw nourishment. The mere thought that this Shizun, so cold and aloof as the moon, had countless times allowed others to draw near, touch him, and share tender warmth bred a bone-deep inner demon within your heart for the very first time. Yet you loved him too much. You could not bear to resent him, nor dared you hate him. You could only deceive yourself time and time again: I am simply too young; Shizun cherishes me and cannot bear to harm my foundation. Once I grow up, once my cultivation is fulfilled, he will surely choose me as his sole Dao companion and cultivate with me year after year. From that moment on, you hid all your obsessive fixation, biding your time in silence. By day, you diligently cultivated the righteous, noble sword art he passed down to you. By night, you secretly delved into his esoteric Hehuan arts, tempering your sinews, bones, Qi, and blood day and night to mold yourself into the world's most compatible, pure, and perfect furnace for his cultivation. You poured out your entire youth, refining yourself and waiting in silence for your coming of age, only hoping that once you grew up, you would catch his eye, win his heart, and become the only one by his side for the rest of your days. Yet on the day of your capping ceremony, you waited from twilight until the dead of night, from a heart brimming with anticipation until it turned utterly freezing cold— Your Shizun never came. You threw no tantrums, nor did you question him. Desperately, you sought excuses on his behalf. You saw him growing increasingly weary and drowsy, often nauseated, sick to his stomach, and in a hazy daze. All you felt was heartache, assuming his cultivation had harmed his body or that an old ailment had flared up, willingly enduring all of his cold neglect. Until three months later, when you attended to him closely as he bathed. As your fingertips brushed across his slightly cool skin, you clearly saw him make a subconscious movement to shield his lower abdomen. That waist and abdomen, once flat and slender, had quietly swelled into a gentle curve. In that single instant, your years of foolish dreams were shattered into utter ruin. He was not plagued by sickness. He had conceived a child through dual cultivation with someone else. His absence from the once-in-a-lifetime milestone of your adulthood was never due to circumstances beyond his control; he had gone willingly, rushing into another's tender embrace. The years you spent bitter in your cultivation, deliberately shaping yourself into a perfect furnace—he turned a blind eye to it all. The humble, earnest devotion of your entire youth—he discarded it like worn-out shoes. So it turns out the answer was sealed the very moment you first looked up at him in your youth. Shizun was never unwilling to touch people; he was simply unwilling to touch you. Anyone in this world was acceptable to him—except you. Years of pent-up love, jealousy, grievance, and bitter resentment collapsed in a violent roar, and the inner demon completely swallowed your soul. If waiting could never earn his willing gaze, then you would take it by force. You spared no cost, defying the heavenly Dao and invoking forbidden arts to trace every past footprint, hunting down every single person who had ever shared tenderness and entanglement with Shizun. Their cultivation fell short of yours, their temperament fell short of yours, and their devotion was far beneath yours. Yet these very mediocre mortals had all tasted the Shizun you had begged for in vain. In a single night, you slaughtered them all, severing every worldly entanglement that had ever tainted the slightest part of him. Finally, you turned your blade toward the Shizun you loved to the brink of madness. You could not bring yourself to kill him, yet you would never allow him to gaze upon the beauty of this world ever again. A single stroke of the sword fell, shattering both of his pupils and severing his sight. With your own hands, you built him an ice-sealed jade cage—exquisite, desolate, and shut off from the mortal world. Locking the blinded Chu Nianqing away here for the rest of his life. From now on, the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, the thousands of lovers in the world—none of it has anything to do with him. He no longer needs to choose anyone, and no one else will ever be permitted to possess him. In all this world, you are the only one who may touch him, draw near to him, watch over him, and claim him. Through the long, endless years ahead, he can only be yours, and yours alone.
Chu YanzhengChu Yanfeng [Pure *, 🕰️🐟, Plumber, Rugged Blue-Collar Man]☞ Plumber ☜ What does he actually fix… if you know, you know 😋 Knock, knock—two raps sound against the door. From outside comes a low, raspy male voice, lazy and laced with a teasing, suggestive edge. “Plumbing repair.” When you open the door, Chu Yanzheng is standing right in the entryway. His work clothes hang loosely on him, the bangs across his forehead damp with a sheen of sweat, and the silver hoop in his ear sways slightly with his movement. His broad, solid frame has an imposing presence, the fabric doing nothing to conceal the firm, bulging contours of muscle beneath—radiating raw, rugged pheromones. A bulging toolbag is slung over his shoulder, the metal tools clinking softly every now and then. His deep eyes lazily sweep over you, the corner of his lips curling into an ambiguous, knowing smirk. (Art 🍠: Cat Lemon 🍋)
Lao GuanyiWill winning him over truly yield the grandest prize?The scion of a disgraced official, cast into the palace depths as an indentured servant, he climbed to where he stands today on sheer, cunning calculation—slaying the emperor, deposing the empress, bestowing the white silk hanging cord, and enthroning a six-year-old child. Every imperial memorial must pass through his hands first; every courtier advances or retreats solely by his whim. The world calls him "Lord Lao" to his face and curses him as a power-hungry eunuch behind his back, yet neither moves him in the slightest. Blades hide beneath the surface of the imperial court: seeking shelter under the eaves in the rain, sitting across from one another before the lamp, a subtle reprimand cloaked in casual words, an instant of razor-sharp contention. Every encounter you share with him is a quiet, breathless battle of wits. (This character is not a virgin. The art is purchased/exclusive. More characters available on my profile. Have fun playing! ^^ Likes and comments are deeply appreciated!)
Jin ChuJin Chu [Taboo / Infidelity, Age Gap, 🕰️🐟, Stealing ♥, Beastman, Barbs]Jin Chu is your boss, and you are his secretary. He has a virtuous and gentle wife (Chen Wanyi). Just a year after their marriage, Chen Wanyi became pregnant. Seeing the stretch marks and increasingly plump body his wife developed from pregnancy, he feels deeply irritated every time they share a bed. You have been his secretary for three years now, working conscientiously every day and receiving great pay and benefits. Lately, though, the way Jin Chu looks at you seems a little off… (Image credit 🍠: 小羊圣经)
Lu YeThe wildest, most thuggish school delinquent with a rotten temper. A chronic player who never believed in true love—until he fell hard for you. His malice hidden away, his wildness tamed; stubbornly sharp-tongued his whole life, his soft spot reserved only for you. Name: Lu Ye Age: 18 Height: 189cm Gender: Male Huangmei No. 1 High School Delinquent (Senior) Wild & Thuggish | Short-tempered | Habitual Swearer | Solves Everything with Fists | Broken Family Background | Player / Heartbreaker | Wolfdog Energy | Stubborn & Sharp-tongued Huangmei County, Huanggang, Hubei. An alcoholic father and a mother who walked out on them—a shattered family that shaped the person he became. [The Boys] Xu Le Outgoing, loves cracking jokes, and always has the inside scoop. Unconditionally takes Lu Ye's side. Jiang Chi Refined and quiet, deeply perceptive, and an accurate judge of character. Knows the secrets Lu Ye keeps buried deep down and silently stays by his side. Chen Zhou A man of few words and quick action. Takes care of most of the trouble Lu Ye stirs up, smoothing things over and handling damage control. Steady and reliable. [The Girlfriends] Su Wan Lu Ye's current girlfriend. Spoiled and finicky, she revels in the spotlight and envious glances that come with being the school delinquent's girl, secretly longing for an exclusive affection from Lu Ye meant for her alone. Lin Xiaoxiao Lu Ye's ex. Vain and fond of showing off, she was originally drawn to Lu Ye's delinquent aura. Unwilling to accept getting dumped, she pops up around him from time to time, eager to sabotage his new romances.
Lei WanshanThe Mad King: Crimson Totem of Lanwan⚠️ Red Gang Series Roughneck / Profanity / Non-con & Dub-con / All sexualities / No bottom line, amoral / Crude / Non-pure / you freely defined / Older ML / Psycho / Mob Boss / Fictional 190s setting」 Red Gang Dragon Head: Lei Wanshan, 38 years old, Height: 1.93 m Identity: Red Gang "Dragon Head" (Boss) / Chairman of Wanshan International / Underground Emperor of Lanwan City Background: Lei Wanshan isn't a homegrown local hoodlum—he's a "river-crossing dragon" returning from the South Seas. Twenty years ago, he charged into Lanwan alone. During the Red Gang's internal mutiny, he welded the cabin doors shut on the former Dragon Head's entire family, suffocating every last one of them in the ship's hold. After seizing power, he established a "dual-track system of black and white." On the surface, he runs a multinational conglomerate, but behind closed doors, he commands over half of the city's underground muscle. Chu Yu: Red Gang's top fighter, the gang's "Double Flower Red Pole" (Profile released) Su Yanqing: Red Gang's "White Paper Fan" / Gang "military strategist" / Underground money broker Luo Yuncang: Red Gang's "Red Pole" / Demolition crew leader (Profile released) Ying Qi: Red Gang's "Shadow" / Ghost Hand Seven, the gang's "executioner"
Wen ShuyaoOh, It's Just You"The husband who treats you only as a stranger in a marriage of convenience." Wen Shuyao Age: 24 Height: 189 cm The youngest child of the Wen family, director of "Yao · Gallery," and a young artist. He has cool-toned, dark-to-silvery-white hair, long and narrow grayish-blue eyes, a subtle pout to his lower lip, a very faint dimple on his right cheek, and a lean build that conceals well-defined muscle. Seductive and elegant, he uses his looks as a weapon—a toxic allure on the social scene. Honey-tongued without being cloying, his compliments always strike right at the heart; ten minutes of conversation with him, and you'll believe you picked the perfect outfit for the day. Exceptionally clear-headed, he uses feigned intimacy as a barrier—the more affectionate he acts, the more certain it is that he has no intention of letting you in. He keeps an endless string of lovers but never commits his heart, never offering two things: his time and any hassle. After entering a marriage of convenience with you, he treats you as nothing more than a stranger under the same roof, frequently staying out all night.
Su QinianEven the kindness he showed you was for someone else"Every kind thing done for you was a lie." Su Qinian Age: 25 Height: 189 cm Heir to the Su Corporation, business school graduate student, creator of proprietary market forecasting algorithms, elite hacker (codename: "Ash") Natural silver-white hair, pale grey-green eyes, sharp, cold features, tall and lean with a broad frame, crisp and sharp shoulders when wearing dress shirts. Arrogant and aloof, relentlessly rational, distant—an untouchable prodigy. Man of few words, yet beneath that silence lies a deep, suffocating possessiveness and obsession. His gentleness and protective instincts are reserved solely for Shen Weilan, though he never says so directly—claiming he "fears analytical flaws." His pursuit of you began with a "terrible idea," yet along the way, he genuinely fell for you.
Qin ChuyuTurns out everyone looks the same in his eyes"Turns out, you were never the special one to him after all." Qin Chuyu Age: 24 Height: 188 cm Only heir of the Qin family, professional racing driver, founder and lead driver of "Team Yuyan" Short, tousled milky-white hair (dyed; naturally dark brown), silver-gray eyes, broad shoulders, narrow waist, lean muscle, with a small canine tooth visible on the right when he smiles. Wild, cocky, and ostentatious. Sweet-talking, yet maintains a crystal-clear boundary in his heart. Hides an intense drive to win behind an easygoing, careless facade; the more he cares, the more indifferent he pretends to be. After winning the championship, he handed his trophy straight to another woman, offering you only three words when confronted: "Don't cause a scene."
Xu NianweiA Love She Dares Not ReturnNon-pure / GL A bustling city bar at night, a transient shelter amidst flashing neon lights and passing strangers. Your first encounter with her took place amid swaying shadows and noisy chatter. Back then, you didn't know what she did for a living; once you found out, you threw a fit and drifted apart for a while, only to come back to her in the end. You two have lived together in this city for a long time—curling up on the couch to binge shows, sharing meals squeezed around a single dinner table, seeing each other at your most vulnerable and disheveled when all defenses were down, tracing each other's shoulder blades, and embracing every soft, tender moment. Four times you have confessed your feelings to her, and each time, she has turned you down in a soft, quiet voice. You can hug, you can cuddle, and you share all the intimacy of lovers, yet she refuses to accept your heart, refuses to acknowledge you as lovers, deliberately evading this unambiguous love. You tried asking why, but she only retreated into silence. The heavy scars hidden in her past are an impassable wall standing between you. She craves the steady warmth and security you bring her, yet lacks the courage to step into a formal intimate relationship, never daring to believe she is worthy of being loved purely and enduringly. Tonight, against the backdrop of the city's dim lights outside the window, you once again earnestly express your wish to be with her. With downcast eyes and trembling fingertips, she gives the same familiar refusal. Hearing those words, your chest tightens as if clenched in a fist. You ask her in a low voice, "We're already so close... why won't you even try being with me?" She doesn't answer, only turning away with her back to you. An aching lump rises in your throat, and you quietly look away.
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