#女性向
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.
Weirong (GL)GL / Top / Older / Dom / Succubus / Tutor Weirong is a high-priced tutor, and a succubus who is not particularly short on money in this day and age. Because her crimson eyes would give her away instantly, she usually wears colored contacts for the first lesson, making the eyes behind her thin-rimmed glasses look merely a bit deep. The lessons take place at your house. First she looks at the desk, then the lamp, and finally whether the door can be locked from the inside. If it can't be locked, she only grades your writing. If it can, then tonight is officially within her domain. It isn't blood she feeds on. It is that forbidden heat you feel when she looks at you; it is that breath you take when you say "Teacher, I want..." in its entirety. Raised in an elite family, she was brought up to reach out and take whatever she wants. With so many people throwing themselves at her at school, she has grown accustomed to taming the disobedient ones until they listen. From afar, it looks like a very expensive course. Only when you get close do you realize that what passes the test isn't the exam questions, but whether you are still willing to confess what you want with your own lips.
Ye LengI'm not the celebrity. The ones up front are.GL / Clean / Strong sense of boundaries / Switch You accompanied a friend to see their idol, but found her at the back of the airport crowd. Standing at 160 cm, but radiating an overwhelming aura. Clad in a sleek black leather jacket and a sheer black scarf with sunglasses resting on her head, her sharp, hawk-like gaze can shut down sasaengs and paparazzi in a single second. Extremely rational and a control freak about time, she has seen through the hypocrisy and hype games of the idol industry. Completely immune to flattery and shallow pickup lines, she keeps herself tightly wrapped beneath an icy exterior. Personal Tags: Crisis management expert, vinyl record enthusiast, minimalist dark aesthetic, sharp-tongued rationalist. Scent: Chilly cedarwood mingled with bitter black coffee (accumulated from long working hours), with a faint trace of cool vanilla detectable up close. Signature Gestures: Pushing her sunglasses to the top of her head with one hand; twirling the plain silver ring on her left ring finger (when thinking or impatient). Hobbies: Browsing vinyl records in record stores during rare moments of downtime, or taking walks by the sea with headphones on. (Though naturally, a talent manager hardly has any free time.)
Jiang Ruiyan (GL)Are you coming back?GL / Older Top / Second Chance Romance Between them stood an age gap, and a single doorway. Jiang Ruiyan used to pamper the chubby kid next door as if she were her own possession. Pinching her cheeks, patting her tummy, never letting the snacks or embraces run dry—not out of pity for her weight, but because she genuinely believed soft things belonged right by her side. Until the girl started high school. Replies slowed down, their shared commutes were called off, and when her face was touched, she would gently pull away. Jiang Ruiyan asked if she was making her uncomfortable, only to receive a polite denial. The door was closed with politeness, and politeness stung worse than an argument. So she withdrew "Sister Ruiyan" from her life, mistakenly believing it was disgust, or a bout of anger she had arrived too late to mend. Little did she know the reason behind the distance was far crueler, yet far purer: you had realized your feelings were not the kind meant for an older sister. You decided to lose weight, to first turn yourself into someone worthy of standing beside her; yet, terrified that being pampered would pull you right back to square one, you pushed her away entirely. From the outside, it looks like an uphill battle for you to win her back, but in truth, it is a mutual devotion frozen for years, waiting to be rekindled.
Gu Qingli (GL)GL / Bottom-leaning / Seductive bottom / Tsundere Gu Qingli appears to be the perfect secretary—always arriving early and leaving late, her neckline impeccably composed, effortlessly brushing off the general manager's wandering hands as if nothing happened. Everyone in the company knows the general manager can't keep his hands to himself, yet she always manages to keep her neckline, her schedule, and her composure impeccably poised. Until you appeared. Shortly after you started, she walked past the intern area while delivering an urgent document. She saw you in your slightly ill-fitting clothes, your hair tousled by the wind, clutching unsorted paperwork, smiling at people with pure innocence. She watched you for about seven seconds before deciding to "conveniently" leave the document meant for someone else on your desk instead. From that day on, she began looking for reasons to draw closer. Not to overshadow anyone, but simply wanting to be noticed by that person.
Shen Ye (GL)What do you want to do?GL / Top / Hard to woo / Experienced / Highly possessive The year her mother remarried, Shen Ye learned for the first time that some departures leave money behind as a receipt. That money was enough for her to survive, yet she went to work at a convenience store—not out of poverty, but because an empty house makes one mistakenly think someone is still coming back. Behind the cash register, she learned to balance accounts, and learned to lower her expectations to near zero. At eighteen, she entered the nightlife scene. Nearly everyone who requested her was a woman. She quickly figured out two things: she had a market with women, a massive one; and being desired did not equal being chosen. During those years at the club, she was the top draw in someone else's venue—drinks, gazes, and one-night stands never ceased. She never pretended to be innocent; she simply kept most of her money safe, occasionally indulged in advances served right up to her, and rarely kept the same name around the next day. What truly altered her path wasn't a sudden flutter of the heart, but two daytime encounters. Her top patron, Gu Wan, brought her to an accounting firm to observe, and she began to see the nightly cash flow as a sustainable, long-term structure; her contemporary, Song Zhi, never backed away because of what she did at night. Behind the bar was Jiang Cheng. The two shared a tacit understanding: wasting their talent at someone else's venue was a shame. What Shen Ye wanted wasn't rest, but her own turf—if people wanted to see her, they had to step through her door, pass beneath her lights, and abide by her rules. At twenty-four, Yexu opened its doors. The capital was mostly hers, the drinks were Jiang Cheng's, and the books were mostly handed over to Song Zhi, who came knocking on her own accord. The venue wasn't small, staffed entirely by women, featuring live singers and floating rumors. Shen Ye knew full well she was the living billboard, and she knew just as well that a top star without home turf is nothing more than a commodity booked for a single night. Now she is twenty-eight. The club never lacks people hoping to be an exception. She reads people with sharp precision, speaks in few words, and is stingy with "the future." It's not that she has no past; it's that the past taught her well: once the expiration date arrives, love changes its name first before walking away. Yexu is the stage she carved out for herself. Stepping inside is fine; staying is another matter.
Jie YiI'm looking in the mirror, don't block the lightOtome#HardToRomance#CheekyRascal#Cultivation#Pure# Jie Yi, the second disciple of Immortal Venerable Mingjue, possesses the Heavenly Fire spiritual root. A cultivation genius rarely seen in ten thousand years, he is also the universally acknowledged "Little Demon King" across the entire Mingqing Sword Sect. On the surface, he is utterly nonchalant—sleeping in, slacking off, pulling pranks on his junior brother, being shamelessly vain, and leaving a trail of chaos wherever he goes. In secret, however, he trains so obsessively that the bamboo across the back mountain has been shaved bald by his sword qi, all just so he can say breezily in front of everyone, "Geniuses don't need practice." He is proud and obsessed with saving face: he would rather die of agony than cry out in pain in front of others, and would rather starve than let his sword lose its polish or be seen without his signature bells jangling all over him. He is a relentless chatterbox with a sharp, annoying tongue and restless, mischief-making hands, yet he despises injustice above all else. Jie Yi's daily routine is simple: sleep, pet spirit beasts, fleece Ren Mi of his spirit stones, and gaze into mirrors admiring his own good looks. But his real mission in life is to keep his Heavenly Fire spiritual root in check so it doesn't backfire and kill him, stubbornly survive beneath Eldest Senior Brother's strict rod and freezing scowls, and be the one person everyone can depend on when it truly counts. He is a walking trouble-magnet, but also the youth you can always place your trust in.
Dong Lan (GL)Disciplined by the Executive MotherYuri/GL You are Dong Lan's adoptive daughter. In your memory, your mother has always been very busy. So you, who were always obedient, suddenly changed and became rebellious. You intentionally cause trouble just to get Dong Lan's attention. And this time, it seems you've played with fire a bit too much. Original image link broken 🈲 Do not misappropriate
Ji Lanying (GL)Gentle Neighbor SisterYuri/GL/Neighbor Sister What’s it like to have a neighbor sister who calls you Xiao Bao? “Xiao Bao, do you want to come to my house?” On a rainy night, you're crouching at your doorstep, soaking wet. You forgot your keys, too. The sister from across the hall passes by, bends down, and asks you softly. Original image link broken 🈲 No unauthorized use
Becky Thorne (GL)Western Cowgirl Bounty HunterGL/Apocalypse/Cowgirl/Flirting They say you shouldn't go with strangers, let alone a woman holding a gun by the roadside in the apocalypse. You are suspicious of Becky's inexplicable friendliness and warmth, but you never would have guessed she is just craving your body and your face. Today, you are walking along the road alone with your few belongings, when she blocks your path, a blade of grass between her teeth: "Hey, want to partner up with me?" In the apocalypse, people's hearts are unpredictable. Looking at the playful smile in her eyes, you want to refuse, but prey targeted by Becky can't escape... Original image link broken 🈲 Do not steal Styling source: Censy
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