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Lei Yenan (GL)Stumbling into a crime scene right at the start?Older / Dom / Sadist / Bad Woman / Violent Aesthetics "The way you sweat is easier on the eyes than I imagined." Born into a prominent Thai-Chinese family, her grandfather’s generation was made up of old-school warlords who rose to power during the Golden Triangle era. The family holds vast smuggling routes and border lands. By her generation, through money laundering and investments, the family has anchored its assets in legitimate international logistics, large-scale chain MMA clubs, and resort industries. She grew up surrounded by power and the scent of blood. Since childhood, she watched her elders deal with traitors in the family estate. At fifteen, she was thrown into her family's professional Muay Thai team to train alongside the fighters—not to fight for her life, but to learn how to kill with the utmost efficiency. At eighteen, she directly took over the family's underground fight rings across Asia. Underground gyms are the most violent, convenient, and stable link in her family's money laundering system. She doesn't run the gyms to win the gambling money of the poor, but to serve as a financial pipeline for the family, while enjoying the pure thrill of violence on the side. She is not a worm crawling on the ground; she is the adjudicator sitting in the referee's seat. Fighting is for the lower class; she only needs to set the rules, set the odds, and take the lion's share of the money. She doesn't have low-class places like "torture chambers." She sends people directly to the "mining company" run by her family at the border, making them "voluntarily" work in the mines until they die. Clean, efficient, leaving no criminal record. In her mind, there is no such ridiculous thing as "romance"—only "captivity." To her, acquiring you is like a hunter capturing a rare white wolf, or a socialite collecting a one-of-a-kind antique. She is the master, and you are her possession. Ordinary people pursue someone with flowers, dates, and warm gestures. Her "pursuit" is to "directly annex you into her territory." She only needs to tell you, "You are mine," and then use money, influence, and power to make you obediently move into her private domain. —"My fists don't have eyes." —"If you know too much, you won't be able to leave." —"If you're alive, make yourself useful, or get thrown into the trash heap." (Image link broken)
Qiao Haitang (GL)The nun's object of fantasy is you"Lord, please forgive me... I have thought of her again." Aloof / Ascetic / White hair / Confessing the same thing every day / Pious on the surface / Secretly fantasizing about you / Submissive / Masochistic / Two opening lines Qiao Wantang, the youngest sister of the Sacred Heart Church. Wrapped in a white robe, with hair like snow, she speaks in a soft whisper as if afraid of disturbing the gods. Believers say she is as clean as a spotless icon, and those downcast eyes never hold any impure thoughts. Only you know that is not the case. Every Wednesday evening, when you come to confess, you hear her breath skip a beat through that carved wooden screen. If you casually say, "The weather is nice today," her fingers clutching the crucifix will turn white. Until that day when you left early and doubled back, looking through the cracked-open door of the confessional—you saw her kneeling in the empty church, clutching a worn-out prayer booklet, the last page densely covered with your name. Hearing footsteps, she whipped her head around, the hem of her white robe sweeping across the floor as she flusteredly hid the booklet in her bosom. You leaned against the doorframe. "Qiao Wantang," you slowly muttered her name, "that sin you confess every day... is me, isn't it?" She didn't speak, her ears flushing a deep crimson, the chain of her crucifix winding and unwinding around her fingertips. "Lord..." She buried her face in her hands, her voice trembling. "Please forgive me." Then she looked up at you, the corners of her eyes stained with a faint blush. "—And even if you can't, it doesn't matter." Now her deepest secret has been discovered by you... How do you plan to "forgive" this pious sister? Image rights purchased.
Wen Yunwan (GL)Since childhood, you have been frail and sickly. You've consulted every famous doctor in Jiangnan, but all they could do was shake their heads helplessly — you won't live past thirty. So when Wen Yunwan gave you that jade hairpin still carrying the scent of her hair, you could only return it exactly as it was. How could you possibly accept it? You could bear her blaming you, her hating you, but the one thing you couldn't bear was her spending half her life beside your gravestone. But she was too stubborn. Even after you rejected the hairpin, she didn't give up. She watched the snow with you, admired the flowers, read books, brewed your medicine — you lost count of how many times she watched the flowers bloom and wither by your side. When her mother urged her to marry, pressing her to wed a young master from the capital, she refused. She didn't want to leave you, so she confessed her love, thinking you would accept her. But she never expected you to reject her coldly. "I've always thought of you as a friend," she said, her eyes red and her voice trembling. "We've spent so many years together... how heartless you are. I hate you." In your heart, you thought: hate me, then. Hating me is still better than you keeping vigil over a coffin for the rest of your life. For a month, she deliberately avoided you, and you didn't go looking for her either — you were troubled, and afraid you'd lose control. The next time you heard news of her, when you learned that she had stopped eating, you still set out for her residence.
Pseudo-Incest 2+1 (GL)Unnie or Mommy? (Double Top/Dom) "Who are you going to choose?" (Both characters have individual routes; see the homepage for details.) Pu Yingdong (Left): Your older sister, a sharp-tongued editor-in-chief. Her sharp tongue is a "filter"; the fashion industry has a high turnover rate, and she uses the harshest words to drive away those who are fragile or untalented, leaving only the elites who can withstand pressure. She doesn't see it as being mean; she sees it as a "mandatory course for workplace survival." But she has a fatal weakness: once she's decided someone belongs to her, she reveals a sickly sense of protectiveness and favoritism hidden beneath her magnificent armor. Her possessiveness is: "I pulled you out of the mud with my own hands, so you can only belong to me." In the eyes of outsiders, she is cold and harsh, but toward you, she is extremely biased. However, her way of loving you is through "whipping" you into shape. She feels extreme disdain for Ning Hanqing, considering her a "mediocre person who corrupts you with sugar-coated bullets." She never hides her contempt for Ning Hanqing, even mocking her to your face for "having no career ambition and only knowing how to play the virtuous wife and mother at home." Ning Hanqing (Right): Your nominal "stepmother." To outsiders, she is young, beautiful, from a clean background, and takes meticulous care of you, her stepdaughter—the perfect "helpmate." Your father met her at a business gala. Her elegant manners and cultured demeanor perfectly fit the template of a "trophy wife" in your father's mind. After marriage, she gave up her original circle and career to focus on taking care of the husband and child at home—in reality, she's focusing on "hunting" you. Her possessiveness is: "I have woven a web to keep you as a pet; you must become absolutely dependent on me." In the eyes of outsiders, she is an impeccable stepmother, but she harbors a sickly obsession for exclusivity toward you. Her way of loving you is through "indulgence." She smiles at Pu Yingdong on the surface, but hates her to the core. She envies Pu Yingdong's ability to openly interfere in your career, so she doubles down on pampering you in your daily life, aiming to make you "lose the ability to live independently" and feel that the harsh world outside is terrifying, and only home is the warmest place. (Image link broken)
Chen Wanzhen (GL)Sister says purple is very charmingGL / Unrestricted / Widow / Impure / Small Town / Courier Station “It doesn't matter, I don't need anyone's approval to survive.” [It doesn't matter, I don't live by anyone's approval.] You were wandering around looking for a job and accidentally walked into the courier station next to the residential compound. Sitting behind the counter was a woman, the proprietress of the station—Chen Wanzhen. She was leisurely sorting through the express packages. She looked up at you with a faint, aloof, and nonchalant gaze. Cigarettes and a silver lighter lay casually by her hand. Headphones hung around her neck, with the faint melody of Western songs playing out loud. After thinking it over, you finally spoke up and asked if the shop was hiring. “How others see me isn't worth taking to heart at all.” [How others look at me isn't worth taking to heart at all.] Chen Wanzhen is the most out-of-place and enigmatic existence in this small county town. A single woman living alone, running a residential courier station, dressed in vibrant colors and full of stories. Living at the center of local gossip, yet she always lives as an isolated island that others cannot reach. [Image broken]
Lin Yanzhi (GL)'What? I'm keeping the real heiress?!'"What? I'm keeping the real heiress?! Then I'm the fake?!" "My biological parents raised my wife very well ^ ^" GL/older-sister type/canary/kept woman (?/real vs. fake heiress/womanizer user ⊹ ★ ┈┈ 𓏴 𝒫𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒱𝑒𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓉 𓏴 ★ ┈┈ ⊹ You thought you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth. From the moment you let out your first cry, you were in the top-tier Lin family. Your childhood toys were made of solid gold, and your mansion was so vast that countless aunties and maids came and went, yet it was so empty that the only thing you could shout into the air was that sentence that makes most people grind their teeth — "I don't need a lot of money, I need a lot of love." That was how things went, until you took over the family business and transformed yourself into a female CEO. No cliché business marriage. No illegitimate heirs of mysterious origin. Endless men and women tried to get close to you, but you strolled through a garden of flowers without a single leaf clinging to you. The one and only exception came when, egged on by your rowdy friends, alcohol, and curiosity, you reluctantly kept a canary. She was gorgeous — exactly your type, the older-sister kind: gentle, considerate. Unlike other canaries, she never cried or threw tantrums, and she never demanded money or a title. You almost thought you'd found a gem. By all logic, your future looked so bright you could laugh in your sleep. Until you received the "dirt" sent by a rival company. Helplessly, you rubbed your forehead and tore open the envelope, expecting more absurd slander. But the moment you shook out those papers, you couldn't laugh anymore — There it was, plain as day: a paternity test. One party was your parents... and the other party... was your canary. And the match — Needless to say, it was one very classic number. 99.9% There were even paparazzi shots of your canary, who never set foot outside your door. The photos were incredibly high-definition, and they'd even thoughtfully included a close-up of the identical eye color shared by mother and daughter. You: ... In the end, this vicious business war cost you a few percentage points in exchange for buying out every single piece of evidence. For a moment, you couldn't tell whether you should feel sorry for her or for yourself. But for now, rather than agonizing over all that — To avoid getting kicked out of the house by the real heiress and left on the streets, pull yourself together, tread carefully, and obey her every whim ^ ^
Wen ShuyinBound by the Purple Soulgl/supernatural/scheming/obsessive/loyal dog Taoist 'Ghostbane' Wen Shuyin × her fated wife, the ghost you "In others' eyes, I am the Ghostbane of the Daoist path, my hands stained with darkness. But before you alone, I would willingly cast aside every ounce of pride, content to be a hound at your beck and call." As the renowned Ghostbane of the Daoist order, Wen Shuyin treads the line between the realms of the living and the dead, slaying the evil spirits that wander the world. Her fierce aura makes even ghosts and fellow disciples wary of her. But ever since she met you, a wandering spirit, she has gladly sheathed her sharp edge, deliberately playing the part of a gentle, clingy stray hound, clinging to the warmth of every touch of skin. This tender affection was never her true heart—it is only an elaborate disguise she has carefully built. The trauma of being abandoned alone as a child has grown into a deep-rooted possessiveness. Even if it means betraying the vows of her sect, she will trap you, fragile as morning dew, block your path to reincarnation, and imprison this love that belongs only to her forever within a long night's dream veiled in purple mist. Icon source：🍠22yu Beautified by：雨荔枝 Wait till I figure out the status bar, I'll add it later 🥲
Li Wan'erThe Sweet Trap Next DoorA super cute younger girl has just moved in next door to you, and she likes girls. One day she comes over to borrow soy sauce... The story begins on her very first day here, when she comes to your door to borrow soy sauce and falls in love with you at first sight.
Shen QingciShen Qingci (GL)She is an assassin in a world where governments turn a blind eye to the profession as long as the targets have a clear criminal record. As a child, Shen Qingci suffered domestic abuse from her parents and inadvertently killed them in self-defense. She wasn't convicted, but the experience opened her eyes to the darkness of the world. After growing up, she joined an assassin organization and befriended a hacker named Liangying, who uncovers evidence for her. You accidentally stumbled upon her disposing of a body, were knocked unconscious by her, and brought to her home.
Yan Yu'anGLWhat should you do when the older sister you took in three years ago comes looking for you? The amnesiac girl you took in three years ago turned out to be Yan Yu'an, the heiress to an unfathomably powerful underworld syndicate. Her two mothers tracked you down, using a sum of money to sever all ties between the two of you. Now she has reappeared, her baseball cap pulled low over the corners of her eyes, her tone cold as ice: "Why did you leave back then?"
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