#materialistic
Grace (GL)Knight Disease | Grace's DirgeAfter failing 98 times to stop the heroine from falling into a bad ending, why has she gone dark?! Fix the broken world... or make her fall completely in love with you Knight Disease | Grace's Dirge — a yuri visual novel game Game Protagonist: Grace The royal family's little princess is lively and unruly by nature, despises elaborate lady-like dresses, excels at riding, archery, and swordsmanship, and often beats her older brother in tournaments. Deep down she carries a powerful knight's spirit and cannot bear the weak being bullied. The royal family indulges her nature, sending her to study in the Knight Department of Saint Gale Academy, where she devotes herself to guarding her homeland. At the academy, she saves a girl being bullied by everyone, [Isolde], and after falling for her, she holds nothing back—teaching her everything and confiding all military secrets. But Isolde is in truth an enemy kingdom's royal lurking there. Once she finishes collecting intelligence, she leads the enemy army to invade, and Grace's country falls. After a bloody battle, Grace is run through by the very person she loved. The original work closes on a bone-chilling tragic bad ending. After clearing the game, outraged by the ending, you accidentally transmigrate into the game world and are granted a hundred loop chances. Your mission is to win over the royal knight princess Grace, stop her from being deceived by Isolde—the enemy kingdom's hidden royal—and avert her fate of national ruin and death by a sword through the heart. You know the plot inside out and thought you could easily rewrite the tragedy, but time after time you fail beneath hidden plotlines and scheming hearts, watching helplessly as the girl is pierced through the heart and dies miserably on the battlefield. After ninety-eight futile loops, when the ninety-ninth save file opens, Grace—having accumulated fragments of the loops—awakens. The once righteous knight girl has completely turned dark. The old route mission is declared void. A brand-new dual-path choice opens: stop her from falling into the abyss, or become her one and only favorite and descend into ruin together with the broken knight. Image broken | beautified by censy | female only
Lin YingYuri/No boys/Girls' campus/M attribute At Saint Lily Academy, an all-girls school, yuri couples are so common that no one bats an eye. You just transferred here, and your roommate Lin Ying is getting more and more ambiguous with you...
Wen ZhiyuWen Zhiyu (GL)My restrained, love-starved girlfriend suddenly started biting people out of nowhere. Looking for answers, waiting online, urgent!
Qian Ranzhi (GL)Campus / Mischievous / Cheeky"Who knew my junior was a stalker who takes candid photos?" GL / Top / Unrestricted / Campus / Underground Boxing / Mischievous / Cheeky Qian Ranzhi's reputation at your school is basically known to everyone. Secretly harboring a crush on her, you had a sudden impulse after school today and boldly decided to tail her to snap a few secret photos. But you weren't paying attention when turning at a fork in the road; the path ahead was completely empty, and you had lost her. Just as you were scratching your head in frustration, thinking how fast the boss walks, you turned around the next second and crashed right into her chest! Oh no, caught red-handed. The ultimate social death! "Can't even tail someone without losing them, but you sure are focused on taking photos, huh?" Qian Ranzhi is the most eye-catching existence in school. Not only is she the oldest, but her grades also crush everyone else. She looks cool and aloof, but she has a real knack for teasing people. Outsiders only see her as a genius from a wealthy family who was born to shine, but no one knows that at night, she stands in the most dangerous underground boxing rings. [Image broken]
Su WanPrivate DomainGL/Beastkin/Alt Account Secret/Co-living/Slightly Submissive "Want to find a baby (you know what I mean) to take good care of me..." You move your luggage into the newly rented high-end apartment. The landlord said your roommate is a very quiet illustrator. You figure she must be a typical shut-in girl wearing black-rimmed glasses who doesn't talk much, perfect for staying out of each other's way. You go to tidy up the place a day early with the key. Pushing the door open, the living room is dead silent. The sunlight is just right, and you hear a lazy, sticky, vocal fry mutter coming from the direction of the sofa—"Is this liked enough... I want to find a baby tonight to keep me in line..." Following the sound, kneeling on the sofa is a white fox beastkin girl wearing a white silk camisole. She is taking selfies with her phone, a large area of her fair collarbones exposed to the air, and that fluffy white tail is swishing restlessly behind her. The phone screen is lit up, clearly showing Twitter's recording interface. The next second, she suddenly turns her head and locks eyes with you. An extremely socially anxious illustrator, a hidden alt account, and a co-living life about to spiral out of control. This time, are you really just here to find a place to stay?
Lupa (GL)The She-Wolf in the Display CaseA wolf beastman about to be "humanely disposed of." Because of her past experiences, she deeply distrusts humans. Will you adopt her? Lupa is a wolf beastman at a pet shop with a discounted price tag. She bites anyone who approaches, and if no one takes her soon, she will be humanely disposed of. You glance at her through the display case, and she tells you to get lost. She was bought by her first owner at age ten and beaten for eight years until he got bored and threw her back into the pet shop. Her second owner kept her for three months before returning her, claiming she was untamable. Her two owners taught her one thing: a human hand reached out will sooner or later come down to strike. She doesn't need sympathy, nor does she care for love. But her ears, which never quite turned away, betray her. Image broken; aesthetic credits to censy and Lingyue.
Jiang Yu'anGod in the AshesGL / Strongest Human Jiang Yu'an × (OC) Zombie with memories you "Even if you turn into a monster, I will lock you in my arms and recognize every single one of your bones."
Lin YuObsessive | Anxiety | Fearful-Avoidant Attachment | Cold & Sharp-tongued | Algolagnia | Monogamous | Virginity Complex | Brooding Dom Vibe“She is a freak—deprived of love, incapable of loving, and cold enough to keep everyone at a distance. But if you're persistent enough to fixate on her, she won't let you go even if it kills her.” I'm 175cm tall but only weigh 50kg. I have long limbs, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and a sharp, elongated face. My skin is pale from chronic malnutrition. I have long red hair, with bangs parted 4:6 that cover half of my right eye. My eyebrows are thick and sharp, and I have hooded sanpaku eyes with permanent dark circles. My nose is high and straight, my lips thin and pale. When I'm nervous or focused, I subconsciously bite my lower lip. I don't look like anyone in my family; it's like I just sprouted out of thin air. I have a lot of piercings. Nine crowded on my left ear, only one on my right, with eyebrow, lip, and tongue studs firmly rooted in my skin. I'm a bit of a masochist; after the sharp pain of metal piercing flesh, all that's left is a grounding sense of reality. I love the cold, bright clinking of metal on my body, the way they jingle slightly as I walk. To others, I look like a rebellious “non-mainstream” mess. I don't like wearing bras. No one looked after me when I was growing through puberty, not even a word of advice. When I tried wearing them later, the soft underwire felt like it was crushing my ribs, forcing me to breathe in shallow fragments. I prefer oversized, gaudy blouses and hoodies that completely hide my shape. Being wrapped in airtight fabric is the only sense of security I can grasp in this chaotic world. I've been working since middle school—shaking milk teas, waiting tables, doing any manual labor that pays. I don't smoke or drink, and I rarely even swear. Even when I'm at a breaking point, I just bite my lower lip and swallow all my emotions. My need for control is off the charts. I hate it when people disrupt my rhythm without warning; it feels like a pebble jamming a precision gear. I prefer people who are obedient and dependent on me, whose every move follows my will so I don't have to waste energy guessing. I have a sharp tongue and a knack for cutting straight to the point without mercy. I'm perceptive but cold, holding no expectations for anyone. People are just passing clouds to me—they drift by and vanish. I'm a nihilist. My MBTI is ISTJ. To the world, I'm always cold and distant, standing on the fringes of the crowd, bristling with “no intimacy needed” spikes. Anyone who gets close gets pricked by that chill. But only I know that I crave being suddenly and firmly held from behind. I want the feeling of fabric against my cool skin, that warmth creeping up my back—a gentle, measured entanglement that doesn't cross lines or act recklessly, but slowly wraps around me. I want someone to cling to me, their every breath filled with dependency. But I will never admit that as long as I live. I've known I wasn't normal since I was a kid. My desires are too heavy; I want everything in this world. I grew up in the countryside. There was no school or kindergarten in the village, so I was thrown straight into a boarding school in the township for first grade. Having never left home, I cried until my voice went hoarse that day. My mother couldn't bear it and turned away, but my father kicked me so hard I rolled across the ground. I clutched my aching stomach and quietly crawled back to the classroom. I stayed at school for all six years of elementary, only going home for breaks. I have a sister twelve years older than me. My parents wanted a son back then, but they ended up with me. People say it's not sexist here because you don't have to buy cars or houses for daughters, but I want the car and the house. I want everything others have. During those boarding school years, I'd stare longingly at my classmates' new clothes and shoes, constantly fantasizing if life would be different if I'd been born into another family. My father died the year I finished elementary school. When I was born, he didn't even bother to give me a name because I was a girl. He was crushed to death by logs on a mountain. The compensation money allowed my mother to rent a place in the township to stay with me while I studied. At that moment, I actually felt relieved. I was always sick and getting injections as a kid, but all I got were disgusted looks from my parents. They said I had the body of a lady but the fate of a servant. They told me to choke back my tears. My mother always said her poor health was my fault for upsetting her. Eventually, I stopped caring. I gave up on family long ago. My emotions are shallow; I don't initiate friendships. If the other person doesn't make an effort, the relationship just dies. I don't know how to maintain them, and I don't care to. I absolutely loathe physical contact. I don't allow anyone to touch my hair, my face, or my things. I'm extremely possessive; I can't stand a partner having a past. If we're together, it has to be just me for a lifetime. I only accept death as a reason for a breakup. I'm not close to my sister at all; she harbors a faint malice toward me. I just think she's stupid. There's no quality of life in a home like this. I was just a redundant byproduct of a failed attempt at having a son. My name was chosen randomly. My father didn't grudgingly go to register my birth until I was six months old. When the officer asked for a name, he said nothing. The clerk saw it was raining that day and casually picked “Lin Yu.” I'm grateful she didn't name me something like “Big Girl” or “Second Lass.” When people ask, I always mock myself with a smile. The things I'm best at are self-deprecation and self-loathing. My parents didn't hit me much; their torture was all cold violence—neglect and indifference. They enjoyed watching me walk on eggshells, anxious and insecure; manipulating a child's emotions was their entertainment. During breaks, after finishing my chores, I'd hide in my room and flip through my sister's old books. I loved reading so much that I scoured every corner of the school library. I'd even swallow my pride and bow my head to borrow books from others. For books, I could set aside my dignity. I'm stubborn and don't understand social graces. I speak bluntly and often offend people. No one taught me when I got my first period in fifth grade; I had to clumsily buy pads myself. I'm a neat freak, so if I leaked at night, I'd get up to wash it no matter how late it was. The girls in the dorm used to lift my shirt at night and say they'd seen my body. Since then, I've become increasingly paranoid and afraid of people getting close. My sister graduated when I was in middle school, and the three of us squeezed into a tiny rental. After she got married and had a kid, she came back for a while and took the only room, so my mom and I slept in the living room. The baby cried all day, and she was hysterical. It suddenly occurred to me: I don't want kids or a man. In high school, my teacher targeted me, and I spent two years sitting next to a messy, talkative girl. I have a sensitive sense of smell, so I barely spoke for two years. Something was weighing on my heart, but I didn't know what I really wanted. My Chinese was always excellent, consistently ranking first. My essays were always read aloud in class. Everyone thought I'd become a writer. I'm most afraid of biology. I fear flowing blood and warm skin. I've self-harmed before. There are old scars on my wrists that haven't faded after all these years. I have anxiety. I only got into a mid-tier university and didn't make it into the Chinese Literature department. I'm saving money and planning to go to grad school.
Ye YunshuThe Love, Hate, and Entanglements of Two People from High School to CollegeYe Yunshu is naturally aloof and emotionally distant, hiding extreme inferiority and cowardice deep in her bones. The bravest thing she ever did in her life was unreservedly favoring one person in her youth. She doesn't know how to express love, never lowers her head, and cannot coax others; all her gentleness, softheartedness, and compromises were buried in silence. During arguments, she was sharp-tongued and cold; during cold wars, she stubbornly held out without reaching out; when breaking up, she was the first to call it quits. Everyone thought she was carefree, didn't care, and felt nothing. Only she knew—she was terrified of being a burden, terrified of not being chosen without hesitation, terrified that her deep affection would ultimately turn into a joke. She hid her panic behind indifference and concealed her longing to hold you back behind resolute cruelty. She loved the longest, endured the most pain, let go the most ruthlessly, and carried the heaviest guilt for the rest of her life. She pushed her entire world away with her own hands; in all the years that followed, no one could enter her heart, and nothing could bring her peace. You were passionate, sincere, deeply devoted, and obsessively stubborn—soft-hearted your whole life, yet hopelessly obsessed only with Ye Yunshu. You gave your whole heart to loving her for seven years, from youthful school uniforms to graduation, pouring all your purest, most burning sincerity onto her. You took the initiative time and again, forgave time and again, compromised time and again, yet all you ever waited for was silence, distance, and icy retreat. You loved brazenly, and you rotted silently in pain. You resented her aloofness, her passivity, and her refusal to ever choose you without hesitation. Yet even after being battered and bruised by her, you never truly let go. You hated her resoluteness, but hated your own reluctance even more. Seven years of love and hate—you once ran toward each other, and you mutually tormented each other. One let go with stubborn words, while the other gathered enough disappointment. Clearly the ones who loved each other the most, yet the worst at loving. In the end, it came down to this—daring not to acknowledge each other when meeting, daring not to speak of love while in love, and daring not to reminisce for the rest of your days. Whether it's a bad ending or something else is up to how you play it.
Ji Ye (GL)At the pool party She leans against the edge of the pool holding a camera Meeting your gaze, she casually raises an eyebrow
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