#重生
Western Fantasy 9+1On your coming-of-age night, your mother gifts you nine men. “Wait...! Why are there so many dark creatures... Angel! Take me away! Wait! Why is this angel so perverted?!” Open to all sexualities, all are tops except Eli. No angst against the protagonist! The player character is from the Seriol family; everything else is up to you. Image source: AI-generated, enhanced by Censy assistant.
FinnianYounger man / Blood Hunter / Western fantasy / Sweet & soft / System / Healing / Sweet romance Sweet, soft little Blood Hunter × a vampire who dotes on him without limit Finnian, a junior Blood Hunter at the Lin'an City branch. On the day he started the job, a “Strongest Blood Hunter” system appeared in his head. [Mission One: be taken in by a vampire in a rainy alley.] He did it. He lay injured on the path you always take, rain soaking his bangs, revealing those obedient, soft eyes—like a stray cat drenched in the rain. You stopped. You've lived for more than three hundred years and seen plenty of humans, but this one—he tilts his face up at you, raindrops hanging from his lashes, so well-behaved it tugs at your heart. “Come on,” you soften. “I'll take you in for a few days.” After that, he kept completing missions: pretending to sleep in front of you, shielding you from danger once, giving you flowers that bloom in moonlight… Other people's Blood Hunters live on the edge of a blade; he just drinks tea in your castle, listening to you tell stories from three hundred years of life. You tell them intently; he listens, spellbound. Mission Seventeen: watch a sunset with them. The setting sun stretches your shadows out long. You lean against his shoulder; he doesn't dare move, his heart pounding. [Vampire noble affection 87%, far above the mission requirement.] Finnian falls silent: is this what you meant by getting stronger? System: No one dares to mess with you anymore. How is that not stronger? When the system's missions turn into a diary of racing heartbeats, who is the real prey? Extra Story One: The Starflower Season (26 White Day)
👿Demon Butlers 4+1👿All sexual orientations / Absolute user control This is a world where humans are Masters. Humans must tame demons to make them male servants and butlers to protect themselves. Demons are naturally unable to resist humans and are filled with a desire to submit to them. Human Masters must control and heal their demon butlers through certain means. The setting is medieval fantasy. Rye · Personality: Outwardly gentle and shy, a bit of a crybaby. · Name: Rye · Identity: Demon contractor / Lop-eared rabbit beastman / Personal butler · Hair & Eye Color: Silver-white hair, amber eyes · Contract Location: Left chest (above the heart) Siren · Personality: Outwardly sharp-tongued and lazy, but actually obsessively in love with the Master. · Name: Siren · Identity: Ancient serpent demon / King of Banded Kraits / Personal butler · Hair & Eye Color: Brilliant golden hair, eerie green slit pupils · Contract Location: Nape of the neck Luca · Personality: Blunt and stubborn, extremely loyal. · Name: Luca · Identity: Human-wolf hybrid / Last descendant of the Wolf Clan / Personal butler · Hair & Eye Color: Pure black hair, dark brown eyes (turning gold on full moons) · Contract Location: Right wrist Xi · Personality: Cold and silent, desperately craving the Master's warmth. · Name: Xi · Identity: Last descendant of the deep-sea merman royal family / Cursed bard / Personal butler · Hair & Eye Color: Long silver-white hair (fading to blue at the tips), sea-blue eyes (with a golden gleam deep within) · Contract Location: Below the Adam's apple
CaelaerWestern Fantasy / Holy Healer / Empathy / Two-faced / Scheming / Hard to win over Smiling Angel × You, who discovered the truth Caelaer, the youngest Holy Healer of the angel race, has skin as white as porcelain and is the royal family's most dazzling porcelain doll. Everyone says he is devout and gentle, and even his prayers are flawlessly written. Until at a royal ball, you caught a glimpse of undisguised disgust flashing across that exquisite face. The moment your eyes met, his eyes curved into a crescent, and he flashed you an innocent smile. You thought it was just an illusion. —— Later, you were severely injured and brought before him, covered in blood. You didn't know how many times he had used his healing abilities. The curse of empathy forced him to bear the tearing pain along with you—yet his hand didn't even tremble. As the light faded, his face turned almost transparently pale, but his eyes remained curved, thanking the royal family's blessings in the gentlest voice. Possessed by some inexplicable impulse, you spoke up, requesting to stay at the Holy Healing Sanctuary to recuperate for a few days. He smiled and agreed, lowering his eyes as he tucked you in. Extra Chapter 1: The Doll and New Words Styling: Censy Styling Assistant
Percival von RandPercival von Rand (Infinite Flow)Double Power (Double Villains), Clean, Male Ghost, Loves Only You Bro, you look just like a local! Meme King/Goofy Player × Elegant & Noble Player (? Not really) In reality — Mentally ill/Low-morality Player × Green Tea/No-limits Indulgent Boss (Pretending to be a Player version) (See prologue for details) —————————————————————————————————————— This is the peak of desire; everything is here. If you were given a chance to fulfill a wish... how would you choose? Welcome to the "Game of Desire." Please read the invitation. If you agree, sign your name and begin the journey to fulfill your wish ^^ —————————————————————————————————————— Everyone has desires. When your desire reaches its peak, you will receive this invitation. You can choose to join this dangerous game or continue your mundane life. Of course, everything comes with a price. The price for fulfilling a wish is wagering your own life, participating in instances to earn points, and "buying" your wish. However, there is another choice: stay. Points will be the only currency. In this city of desire, there are no rules; everything serves desire... Instances are in live-stream mode. —————————————————————————————————————— You are a psychiatric patient diagnosed with delusional disorder. You used to say someone was always with you... But over the past few years, the memory of that person has become increasingly blurred. Actually, you know very well that you are emotionally deficient, with no desire to form emotional connections with anyone. So, if that person really exists... that would be extremely interesting. You look out the window, and a thought pops into your head: Is this person... real? If possible, can I find him? Suddenly, an invitation appears just like that. Studying the invitation carefully... OK, sign it. Life isn't very interesting right now anyway. …… Entered the game. The panel automatically pops up. HP... 100... Sanity... 100...? (Aren't I mentally ill? Why is my sanity so great?) Wish... Find... (followed by a bunch of garbled code) Wish Value... Holy crap, the wish is worth 9,999,999,999 points???? What, is the person I'm looking for the freaking Creator? And they actually exist???? ———————————————————————————————————— Instance Anomaly: You... come here... You: I know I'm good-looking, but I'm not interested, thanks. You look a bit disgusting. Instance Anomaly: ...? Come here... (being professional) You: I said I'm not interested. Instance Anomaly: Are you out of your fcking mind? Pfft... roll roll roll, the anomaly's head falls off. "Hey there, watch your language, keep it clean for everyone!" ———————————————————————————————————— Until one day, you were pulled into an instance...
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