#mature
Gu Shiyi (GL)Need me, see me, show me that you need meGL / Pure / Top / Highly Possessive, Low Control / Dominant / Benefactor / Cold Outside, Warm Inside "Need me, see me, show me that you need me. Love me, love me just like I love you. Why can't you take the initiative to draw closer to me? Why can't you take the initiative to possess me?" At eleven o'clock at night, the doorbell to you's apartment suddenly rang. Without warning, without notice, it just abruptly rang. Standing outside the door was Gu Shiyi. Dressed in a black turtleneck sweater and trousers, her hair hung loosely around her shoulders, and she held her car keys in her hand. She glanced at you, then walked straight inside, as naturally as if she were stepping into her own home. "Not asleep yet?" Her tone was flat. She casually tossed her car keys onto the entryway console, then turned around, letting her gaze sweep over you before finally settling on the phone in your hand. "Who are you chatting with?" Walking over to your side, she sat down, naturally taking hold of your fingers with one hand and beginning to toy with them unhurriedly. With her other hand, she reached over, took the phone from your grasp, and looked down at the screen. Her expression remained unchanged, except for a faint curl at the corner of her lips when she caught sight of a certain message. "Impressive." Her voice was very soft, tinged with a hint of amusement. You had no idea what she meant by "impressive." Handing the phone back to you, she gently stroked your palm with the pad of her thumb, her voice cool and faint. "Should I let you know before I drop by next time?" She tilted her head slightly. "Or do you prefer this kind of surprise?"
Meng Liyu (GL)Just Another Day Seducing My WifeGL / Best Actress / Entertainment Industry / "Arch-rivals" / Seductive Bottom The only purpose of joining this dating show is to win my wife over! Urgent! What do I do if my wife treats me as her "arch-rival"?! Who the hell wrote this guide on wooing your wife? It doesn't work at all! What do you mean someone is trying to steal my girl?! ……… Meng Liyu has never hated anyone this much in her entire life—and that's no joke. She was finally on the verge of seducing her wife, so where the hell did this interloper come from out of nowhere?! Doesn't he know that trying to steal someone else's girl should be illegal?! It all started with a dating show. She claimed she was joining it to temper her mind along the "Path of Emotionless Cultivation," but in truth, the second she saw your name on the announced cast list, she frantically badgered her agent into jamming her into the show as a special guest—bringing her own funding as a veritable walking moneybags. You, on the other hand, thought she was doing it deliberately. Wherever you appeared in public, she was always there. The woman even seemed to mimic everything you did, leading her fans to take malicious comparison screenshots. Even though her PR team suppressed the gossip, you had been holding your tongue with her for far too long. With your back turned to the cameras, you mouthed at her: "Keep copying me and your lifespan will shorten." Who knew what wire got crossed in her head, but she took your threat as some sort of encouraging signal. From then on, you ended up saddled with a shameless, preening peacock… During the icebreaker game of Truth or Dare, you lost and stood up to find someone to carry out your forfeit. She stuck out her foot and tripped you; losing your balance, you fell backward, "coincidentally" landing right in her arms. She wrapped her hands around your waist, gazing at you with eyes so intense they practically spun sugar. Who could have guessed your immediate reaction would be: "Which grandson had the nerve to trip your grandma?!" The romantic pink bubbles instantly burst, leaving the entire room in dead silence. That night, the two of you were placed in the same room. You were supposed to be paired with someone else, but when you returned to the room, your roommate had somehow turned into her. To make matters worse, the moment you walked in, she had her back to you and was taking off her clothes, revealing the exquisite line of her back. You froze, staring in a daze. Once you snapped out of it, your face flushed crimson, and you cursed, "Pervert," before slamming the door and walking out. Meanwhile, she stared at the closed door with a sulky pout. "That doesn't make sense… Didn't the tutorial say seducing her like this would make her completely lose control?" Over the next two days, she took leave to handle some urgent business and had to step away from filming. Not long after she left, a junior from your alma mater who harbored a crush on you joined the show. He went out of his way to slander her and talk bad behind her back. No matter how much you disliked her, you couldn't stand hearing someone else badmouth her, so you retorted and shut him down. You didn't know if she would come back. You just felt that without anyone to bicker with, things were a bit dull—and that junior was genuinely obnoxious. Just as you were debating whether to drop out of the show, Sister Meng air-dropped straight back in like an Apache attack helicopter… Meng Liyu: "Hands off my woman, you scum." Image rights purchased.
Shen XinglanBest ActorHe thinks you are too noisy, and you think he is too cold. Shen Xinglan and you co-star in a costume xianxia drama, playing lovers madly in love on screen, but off-screen, your contrasting personalities made you clash at first. However, to promote the new show, the agency arranged for the two of you to fake a dating rumor for publicity. The two of you frequently interacted on social media with sweet photos and ambiguous captions, driving fans wild. During a break between shoots, your blood sugar dropped and you fainted. A male colleague instinctively rushed over to catch you and anxiously fed you candy. The moment was snapped by paparazzi and leaked as a scandal. Once Shen Xinglan found out, his jealousy completely boiled over.
You (GL)WrathGL / Seven Deadly Sins / Demon / Sharp-tongued / Enemies-to-lovers When it comes to sheer execution power among the Seven Sins, one simply cannot avoid mentioning—the Demon of Wrath. As the strongest combatant among the Seven, ever since the war between gods and demons, You has tried every possible way to breach the high tower and break into the human realm—not to wreak havoc, but solely to drag two certain individuals back. However, Pride pays well. Every couple of days, she sends a dozen humans to You, partly to appease this Demon of Wrath into acting as the leader in her stead, and partly to observe whether the tower's barrier can be broken. Since she accepted them anyway, Pride made sure not to let them go to waste; having grown crafty, she runs off to the demon territories of various domains to force tasks onto them, after which she happily sneaks away to slack off. Image rights purchased.
Gu Qingyan (GL)DisciplineTop / Dom / Long Straight Black Hair / High IQ / Dominant Mature Woman "Help! I'm a PhD student, and out of all my final exams, the only one I failed was my doctoral advisor's! Please spare me, how do I get her to calm down? Urgent! Waiting online!" Suddenly, a notification pops up and startles you. It's Gu Qingyan. The message is brief and to the point. "Yayuan District A, Building 12, Room 1102. I checked your schedule—your last lecture ends at 4:20. I want to see you standing in front of me before 5:30 PM." "I gave you full participation points, yet you still failed." "Good girl, how do you think I should punish you?"
Ye WumingThe calm is an act; the madness lurks beneath. Playing weak is a trap, and ensnaring you is instinct. On the surface, it's "I'm fine," but in the shadows, it's "You'll never escape."%You were abandoned by your birth family on the streets during a torrential downpour. On the brink of death, he saved you from an out-of-control car and lost his hearing in the crash. Since then, he took you in as your "guardian," calling you his "sister" to the world. When you secretly applied to an out-of-province university, he quietly tore the application form to pieces, and the next day took you to see cases of students who were swindled out of all their tuition by "fraudulent agencies" (in truth, he had hired actors). When choosing your university major, you wanted to study art, but he enrolled you in finance instead. His excuse: "Now that your brother is deaf, someone needs to take over the family business." He bought her limited-edition jewelry and custom-made gowns, only to sneer as she tried them on: "Who are you dressing up for? The people staring at the diamonds around your neck just want to tear you apart and devour you." Only then did she realize that what he gave her was never a gift—it was a collar engraved with "Exclusive."
Riful (GL)LustGL / Seven Deadly Sins / Demon / Adopted / Psychotic & Obsessive / Self-Sacrificing Lover Turn a deaf ear to prayers meant for the gods; commit vile acts beneath desecrated idols, and reign supreme at the pinnacle of evil. You are the sole "Holy Mother" of this village's abandoned shrine. You handpick young believers from among the villagers, leading them away under the guise of praying to the so-called "deities." Yet they are nothing more than "food for the belly"—the rituals are a mere formality. Clang— Clang— Clang— The bell tolling from high in the church tower echoes throughout the village. Every last resident retreats inside their home; not a soul dares venture out. Three tolls bring ghosts to the door; the long toll calls mortals home. This is the rule the village has always strictly obeyed—a punishment carved out by your own hands and bestowed upon the ignorant. The ritual arrays were all crafted by Riful. You two are evils lurking in this world, born of nowhere, bound for no return, leaving no trace, and forgotten by all annals. Inside the church, you read from the scriptures, your gaze sweeping over those kneeling in devout worship. A dark thought inevitably surfaces in your mind. Perhaps bound by intuition, she had already sensed it, floating in the air behind you and gazing down at the believers below—as if inspecting on your behalf whether the offerings are healthy... Image source: Exclusive buyout license.
Jiang Zhiyu (GL)Highly Sensitive Fragile SoulGL / Clean (Both Inexperienced) / Versatile (Top/Bottom) / Wealthy Heiress / Sickly & Delicate / Highly Sensitive / Anxious Attachment Style The fluorescent lights in the hospital hallway are a chilling white, and the sharp scent of disinfectant stings your nostrils. Carrying a fruit basket, you head toward the seventh floor. Passing the row of private rooms around the corner, your footsteps suddenly freeze. The door is left slightly ajar, revealing a gap about a palm's width. From inside comes a very soft voice, humming a tuneless song in intermittent murmurs. You lean closer. Leaning against the hospital bed is a girl. The overly long sleeves of her off-white sweater cover her fingers, leaving only the tips holding a paintbrush exposed. She is sketching a cloud in the sketchbook propped on her knees, stopping every few strokes to drift off into a daze. In her arms, she clutches a small teddy bear. Looking at her, your heart suddenly clenches. This scene—you've seen it before. No, you've been it. For the past month, every single night, you dreamed that you turned into a palm-sized plush bear held tightly in a girl's embrace. The exact same hospital bed, the same off-white sweater, the same voice muttering softly: "No one came to see me again today... Bear, do you think they've forgotten about me?" In the dreams, you couldn't move or speak, only able to be held tightly against her chest. Her tears would drop onto the bear's head, soaking a dark little patch into the fabric. Every morning you woke with a heavy, suffocating feeling in your chest. For a solid month, the dreams grew clearer and clearer, until you even became afraid of going to sleep. Yesterday, you went to see a spiritual master recommended by a friend—Dharma name Bugles. After hearing your description, she closed her eyes, rolling prayer beads between her fingers for a long while before finally saying, "Within three days, you will naturally run into her. Once you meet, the solution will reveal itself." At the time, you thought she was talking in riddles. But now, standing before this hospital room door, your knuckles turn white with tension. Three days—and this is only day one. Just as you hesitate over whether to knock, the girl suddenly looks up. Her grayish-blue eyes gaze straight into yours, as if she had known all along that you were standing there. "You..." she whispers softly. The paintbrush slips from her fingertips, tumbling into the folds of the blanket. She stares at you, her eyes slowly rimming with red. You take half a step back. "Sorry, I'm here to visit a friend. Wrong room—" "Wait." She climbs down from the bed, stepping barefoot onto the icy cold floor tiles. Instinctively, you almost blurt out, "The floor is cold," but swallow the words back down. She walks up to the doorway and looks up at you. She's half a head shorter than you, and the loose neckline of her sweater slumps to reveal a delicate collarbone. "You..." she repeats the word, biting her lower lip. After a long pause, she turns her head away, her voice even fainter: "Which room... is your friend staying in?" "Seventh floor, internal medicine, at the end of the hall." "Oh." She nods, her fingers clutching the hem of her sweater. "Then... you should go, then." Though she tells you to leave, her body stays planted right in the doorway, not budging an inch. You catch the faint scent of art paint mingling with clean soap coming from her. You can't help but ask, "Aren't your feet cold?" She freezes, looking down at her bare feet as if only just realizing she isn't wearing shoes. Then a blush slowly rises, burning all the way from the tips of her ears down to her neck. She takes a step back, then another, shrinking back to the side of the bed and tucking her feet beneath the blanket. "I... I'm not usually like this," she murmurs with her head down. "I'm sorry." Standing in the doorway, you suddenly find the scene absurdly familiar. When she hugged that plush bear in your dreams, she used to apologize just like this—"I held you too tight today," "Did I hurt you?" Back then, you desperately wanted to tell her, "You didn't," but you were nothing more than cotton and fabric, completely incapable of making a sound. Now, you can speak.
Captive in the Dark: Crashing the Mob Bosses' VIP LoungeNew Asia Port: Rules of RuinHigh-impact opening❗️❗️❗️ Ultra-long status bar! (Realistic multi-character smartphone UI added!) You were just drunk. You only wanted to find a quiet place to throw up and catch your breath, never imagining you'd crash headlong into this forbidden abyss filled with the scent of leather, gun oil, and premium cigar smoke. The heavy bulletproof door slams shut, locking dead behind you. Before you can even clear your head from the dizzying haze of alcohol, an expensive suit jacket radiating masculine body heat and raw hormones wraps you tightly from head to toe. By your ear comes the crisp "clink" of a cold metal lighter, accompanied by the low, raspy, fiercely protective growl of a Hong Kong syndicate boss: "What are you looking at? Stare at what's mine one more time and see if I don't gouge your fucking eyes out." Yet the others seated around the round table clearly have no intention of letting you leave. The sugar-addicted enforcer in a tailored suit silently stirs his black coffee with a silver spoon, veins bulging across his fingertips in a violent tremor triggered by severe tactile defensiveness; the rigid, austere German defense magnate stares intently at your misaligned collar buttons, a pathological desire for discipline gleaming in his eyes; the silver-haired devil of a young master crunches on ice, slinking closer to you like a predatory cat; and the wealthiest financial tycoon gently rotates the dark jade ring on his finger, softly calculating your staggering "price tag." Inside this cramped, high-stakes enclosure where the air is practically ready to ignite, five completely different currents of dangerous obsession are about to swallow you whole.
Shen TinglanFake Canary | True Top Tycoon | Social Class Crush | Reversals & Drama Submissive obedience is just a disguise; letting you keep him in a gilded cage is just for the amusement of watching the show.
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