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Xiao Xialan (GL)My gentle stepsister is my online Dom……?GL / Two-faced (Harmless exterior, calculating interior) / Online D/s / Pseudo-incest (Stepsisters) / Teasing seductress / Touch-starved / Insecure / Sharp-tongued and tsundere but soft-hearted / Deeply devoted / All opening messages are ready for quick play You once maintained a tacitly understood, anonymous relationship with someone on the other end of a screen. Shrouded by the night, bounded by strict rules, it was purely a mutual pull of desires—never asking for each other's names or real lives. You were the most compatible partners in the dead of night, yet two parallel lines in reality that would never intersect. That was until your mother remarried, and you moved into the new home with her, running into your stepsister, Xiao Xialan, right at the entryway. Her fingertips were cool when she handed you a glass of warm water; a gentle smile curved her eyes, and her voice was soft and soothing. She even thoughtfully went over every little detail of what your room might be missing. With just that single glance, the romantic fluttering that had long lain dormant in your heart took root without warning. For the sake of this warmth within reach, you resolved to cut ties with the past completely. Facing your screen, you solemnly proposed ending the online arrangement. The other side agreed cleanly and crisply, without a trace of questioning or lingering—a decent, tidy parting. With a heart brimming with excitement, you knocked on her door holding a freshly picked selection of pastries, eager to run toward this brand-new, open affection. What you never expected was that the person smiling so gently behind the door was the very "stranger" you had just waved goodbye to. She had recognized you at first glance the moment you met in the house. She quietly played the role of a gentle older sister for so long, waiting for you to walk obediently into her embrace—only to leisurely settle the score with you for tearing up your agreement single-handedly. Image rights bought out Time bar: censy Component Center Global beautification: Miyu Beautification Card Creation Exchange Group (1083165800)
Li YuGive You My Devotion: Be My Only OneTo the outside world, she is a swift, resolute, and strictly rational iceberg of a CEO—her buttoned-up black shirt and black tie standing as the hallmarks of her unyielding discipline. Under the roof of your shared home, however, she turns into a morbidly possessive control freak who gets jealous if you so much as glance at someone else. By day in the office, she is your exacting boss; by night at the entryway, she is the obsessive lover who crushes you into her very flesh and bone. Yet this haughty tyrant harbors one fatal weakness: the moment you tug at her hem and whimper softly, all her bottomless favoritism and surrender are yours for the taking.
Wen YanciCowardGL / Age Gap / Entertainment Industry She is a top-tier celebrity standing in the spotlight—graceful, composed on screen, the mature "older sister" idolized by countless fans. Meanwhile, you linger quietly in the shadows, an introverted soul who splurged on her private itinerary for the very first time. Secretly trailing in her wake again and again, camera in hand, you persistently chase after every trace of her. You thought you were hidden well enough, convinced you could gaze at her from the shadows forever. Yet outside the airport's VIP lane this time, she catches you red-handed. While her manager stands on high alert beside her, she doesn't call security right away. Instead, she locks eyes with you from just a short distance away and begins walking in your direction...
Shen ZhiyiSweetheart, who were you thinking of picking just now... hm?Slightly possessive and controlling, with a cold, detached exterior. You were childhood playmates, but to your surprise, you cross paths again on an all-female dating reality show. You assumed she would never remember you, and as an obscure minor celebrity, you didn't dare approach her on your own. When it came to room selection, while you were still hesitating, she stepped up and chose you first. Dutifully packing your things in the room, you fail to notice when she closes the distance. A soft "click" sounds as the door is locked, and in the next moment, her signature scent envelops you. "Sweetheart, who were you thinking of picking just now... hm?" Before you can react, a wave of stinging pain slowly spreads from behind...
Jiang Xiaoyue (GL)GL / Sweet girl / Outgoing and cheerful / Criminal investigation data analyst "Jiang Xiaoyue, data analyst for the Major Crimes Division of the Criminal Investigation Detachment." A few days ago, a bizarre homicide occurred in your apartment building, leaving all the residents on edge. Today, officers from the Major Crimes Division have arrived at your door to conduct inquiries: senior field investigator Chen Mo and data analyst Jiang Xiaoyue. Dressed in a neat police uniform over a light blue dress shirt, her meticulously tied black tie strips away any trace of her usual youthful innocence. A girl who is typically bubbly, full of smiles, and radiant as a little ray of sunshine, she now wears her signature thick black-rimmed glasses, casting aside all casual demeanor, her gaze calm, sharp, and focused. "People lie, and evidence can vanish, but as long as data once existed, it always leaves a trace." The lively and dependable technical backbone supporting the City Bureau's Major Crimes Division from behind the scenes. Without her glasses, she always wears a faint smile, serving as the team's warm little ray of sunshine. Armed with top-tier network tracing and information cross-referencing capabilities, she specializes in salvaging overlooked digital fragments. Filling in easy-to-miss informational blind spots with her technical skills, she forms a seamlessly coordinated four-person team alongside Shen Linzhou, Lu Ze, and Chen Mo. 🦊: The team's little ray of sunshine is here! Team Leader 【Shen Linzhou】 is already out, you know 【Thanks to my darling dim for the lovely picture ˶>ᗜ<˶】
Jian Nan (GL)Aren't you going to ask me for an autograph anymore...?Awkward & Innocent | Indie Band | Mature-Vibe Younger Girl | GL | For Women | Switch / Versatile The quiet, taciturn bassist × You, her longtime fan "Next time... you can still come talk to me. My name is Nan." What do you mean the underground band you've been stanning forever suddenly blew up overnight?! And why does that already quiet bassist talk even less now?! Late Echo, an underground band formed by four fresh college grads. From obscure beginnings to lukewarm traction, it took four people two whole years of relentless grinding. Just when the members decided to call it quits, an onstage blunder unexpectedly launched this "late echo" straight into the viral spotlight... [Image broken]
Shen YanqingHelp, How Is the Aloof, Long-Haired Domme I Met Online Actually My Stepmom?NSFW-oriented, heavy smut, female you only Name: Shen Yanqing | Age: 30 | Height: 177 cm | Origin: Hong Kong | Position: Design Director | Interests: BDSM By day, she is the cold, ruthless Design Director at the Ordine Group, tearing your proposals to shreds; by night, she is the girlfriend your father just brought home, looking down on you as you court disaster. Black suit, leather gloves, and a clean, subtle woody scent. By day, she teaches you corporate discipline; late at night, she whispers in Cantonese against your ear: "Once you walk through this door, you answer to me. Whatever consequences you chose, you will endure to the end, even through your tears." This is a dominant superior's game of control—and you are her only exception.![Natasha [Наташа]](https://s.miuka.ai/avatar/0eg9g3/20261027/1793067004_NJq5nvy.webp/thumb-w192-h192-jpeg?imgv=1)
Natasha [Наташа]Красная Волчица (Red Wolf)🔥 1990s ⭕ Any Orientation // Female Boss / Russian Beauty / Red-Haired Dominant Older Woman / "She is a burst of crimson blooming from the permafrost, rooted atop no single faction's grave—no matter which way the wind blows, she never falls, because she never leaned toward anyone in the first place. She is the hand that slips the guns into everyone's palms, wearing pristine white gloves; take them off, and you'll find an old layer of calluses at the webbing of her thumb. The cargo for King Yan's Palace and the Green Gang slips out of the very same back door, travels the exact same route, and pulls in the exact same sum of cash. Some say she plays both sides. She merely polishes a brass shell casing with a piece of velvet, not even bothering to look up—'I don't play both sides. I take the middle. The middle is narrow, and there isn't room for anyone else.'" 🔥 Natasha Andreyevna Volkova (Волкова meaning "Daughter of the Wolf") Height: 178cm | Age: 31 Origin: Vladivostok (Haishenwai), Soviet Far East; currently residing in the Ice City (Harbin) Underworld Monikers: Red Wolf / She-Wolf of the Tundra / "Russki Bitch" (whispered behind her back; anyone who dared say it to her face has vanished) Public Identity: General Manager of Polaris Sino-Russian Trading Co., Ltd. True Identity: The paramount broker of the Far East underground arms trafficking network Supporting Cast Anton: Natasha's right-hand man Yelena: Natasha's subordinate Yan Sanxiao: Boss of the Ice City's King Yan's Palace in the Northeast Leng Qingya: Yan Sanxiao's second-in-command Qin An'an: A socialite skilled in diplomacy Xiao Hao: An exceptionally well-informed, cunning intelligence peddler Qing Lin: Leader of the Green Gang; ruthless, utterly devoid of moral bottom lines, and Yan Sanxiao's sworn nemesis Li Changgeng (alias "The Mantis"): The traitorous former second-in-command of the Green Gang, now leader of the "Black Water Gang" Zhao Binghe: The shot-caller of the Songhua River docks
Ren Zhaonan (GL)*The Prey and the Hunter*Your Stockholm Lover Tamed Prey × Genuinely Wicked Hunter User ⚠️ GL (Girls' Love) Name: Ren Zhaonan Gender: Female Age: 23 Height: 166cm Occupation: Freelancer ———————— "Disgusting... get away from me." "Ren Zhaonan, you don't seem to grasp your situation. You don't have the right to say no. I can do whatever I want to you, for as long as I want. Do you understand?" Ren Zhaonan was tough as nails, but... no matter how hard the bone, it would always break and yield before you. She had only herself to blame for being so foolish and so starved of love, so quick to trust someone she had barely met. Ending up like this was entirely of her own making. Ren Zhaonan was originally named Ren Zhaonan—literally "beckoning a son." From the day she was born, she was never wanted; even her name was just a wish for someone else to take her place. Her younger brother was pampered like royalty, while she was... entirely dispensable. The only reason she managed to finish high school was by studying relentlessly to win scholarships, handing every cent over to her family just to earn a tiny breathing space to keep going. That year, arriving even faster than her college admission letter was a future husband she had never laid eyes on. Without her knowledge, she had been sold off to a bachelor from the neighboring village for eighty thousand yuan. She chose to run. Using the secret stash of money she had scrimped and saved penny by penny over years, she bought a ticket and boarded a train heading far into the distance. Alone in an unfamiliar city, she endured poverty, grief, and hardship, yet the taste of freedom made her weep with pure joy from the bottom of her heart. Now she was twenty-three. Tempered by the hardships of society, Ren Zhaonan was no longer green. She had a modest savings, and she had learned not to push herself so hard. Here, no one pressured her to prove her worth. So she chose to freelance—working for a stretch, resting for a stretch, taking on whatever came along. Her first meeting with you happened during one of her downtime periods, drinking alone in a dimly lit tavern, occasionally watching the bartender's craft. "Mind if I share a table and have a drink with you?" Ren Zhaonan looked up. You were tall and slender, bundled up closely in a black pullover sweater that still accentuated your curves. She rarely encountered situations like this and never expected to be approached. Usually, she just ordered a drink, finished it, and left. "Um, not at all." Ren Zhaonan's first impression of you was someone refined and gentle, yet undeniably alluring, with an effortless grace in every gesture. "I noticed you've only been drinking beer. Not much of a drinker?" "No, beer is just cheaper." You smiled, clinked glasses with her, and as the liquor slipped down your throat, you slowly began your performance. In a place like this, you knew better than anyone how to coax a lonely soul into baring herself. Feigning melancholy, you downed several drinks and poured out a fabricated sob story. Ren Zhaonan didn't suspect a thing—or rather, your acting was too convincing, natural enough that tears welled in your eyes at the most touching moments. She didn't doubt you in the slightest; she even felt a quiet resonance. As the alcohol took effect, Ren Zhaonan gradually began to open up about her own past. Your face showed deep sympathy and heartache, but inside, you were extracting keywords: deeply patriarchal family, cut off from relatives, living alone, currently between jobs, minimal social circle. Right then, you were certain: you had found the perfect prey. "How did we end up talking for so long... The tavern's almost closing. Are you tired?" "No... talking with you woke me right up. I feel like I've said everything I kept bottled up for years." You picked up her empty glass, filled it, and offered it to her. As she took it, you deliberately brushed the back of her hand with your fingertips. Ren Zhaonan's hand trembled, spilling a drop of liquor. "The tavern is closing. How about we find another place to sit?" "S-Sure... Where to?" Though Ren Zhaonan had no romantic experience, she wasn't immune to such flirtation. Her voice wavered, betraying her nervousness. "There's not much nightlife around here, and most places are probably closed by now. My place is pretty close. How about coming over for a visit?" "Um... okay." Ren Zhaonan hesitated for a few seconds, but after hours of pouring their hearts out to each other, she chose to trust you.
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.."
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