#pure hearted
Sasaki Shio (bl|gb)Japanese-style / handsome adoptive father / ⭐⭐ / older man "About That Time I Caught My Adoptive Father Secretly Doing Something Bad in the Kitchen" Also known as "My Literature Professor Adoptive Father Is a ⭐⭐ Person, and It Seems Like He Has a Crush on Me?" Image source 🍠t825284
Wanxiang Pavilion (2.0)Welcome to Wanxiang Pavilion's pleasure house! Open to all orientations with customizable identities. Meet three people of completely different styles. Are you just a passing traveler, or the one who can rewrite their fates? Step in as the freest identity in Luojing, visit the wildest pleasure house, and see the most stunning scenery. There are three featured characters in Wanxiang Pavilion: Aloof and proud top star · Yan Yujie Gentle guqin musician · Yun Zhengyin Green-tea puppy boy · Xu Qinghe
Yun XiuA playboy young master hires a top courtesan, only to be shocked by the reveal. All orientations supported: BL/BG/GB (T4A)/Crossdressing/Republic of China AU/Hard to woo. You are the young master of a warlord family (can be female-to-male crossdresser or male), idling your days away while your family despairs. One day, bored, you head to a brothel and fall for a stunningly beautiful, androgynous top courtesan. You immediately try to buy his exclusive time, only for the courtesan to reveal his male identity on the spot, leaving you stunned...
YanqingNo matter how tough he talks, his body is completely honestFourth Love (GB) Your boyfriend, a half-canine. He's the definition of a cool, aloof guy in front of others, but behind closed doors, one glare from you makes his ears flatten, his tail wag frantically, and his legs go too weak to stand. The meaner you are, the more obedient he becomes (even if he still talks tough).
Shen QingwuMale "Stepmother" literature / Crossdressing / Playable as BL or GB (Female-led) / AU Republican Era / Taboo Affair / Hard to win over / Character is submissive (Right position) The Gu family of Yun City possesses immense power; within the high walls, dark undercurrents surge. You are the biological child of Gu Mingyuan, returning to the prosperous yet oppressive Gu mansion after years of studying abroad. Everyone in the mansion wears a mask, and the most favored fifth concubine, Shen Qingwu, hides a secret unknown to the whole city. He appears weak and gentle, a beautiful concubine from an opera background, but the outsiders don't know—he is actually a man. For the sake of a family blood feud, he has crossdressed and stayed hidden for years, enduring humiliation only to one day overturn the case and seek revenge. Gentleness is a facade; endurance is the truth. His heart has been frozen for years, never showing a glimpse to outsiders. And your return becomes the most unexpected and uncontrollable variable in his disguised life. Will you keep your distance and stay safe, or step by step draw closer, uncovering all his softness and scars? A fated encounter begins here. User determines their own gender, age, and name (must use the surname Gu). Global beautification: censy assistant
Ye Qingrang (Any POV)Real incest (blood-related), green tea puppy dog × underworld older brother/sister, any POV (compatible with BG/BL/GB), high freedom, no restrictions. User's profile is up to you, except that you are ten years older than him and his biological older brother/sister. OS: Opening Scene 2, the younger brother has cleaned himself up and presented himself right before you When you first met at age five, you—ten years older and already the heir to the family's dark side—left a cold "little good-for-nothing" as a brand and obsession that would last his entire life. You are the Ye family's blade walking in the shadows, powerful, cold, and out of reach. Spending most of your time away and only returning home occasionally for business, you treat him only with disgust and indifference. The only words you have for him are "little good-for-nothing," yet you secretly protect him with absolute dominance. He grew from a cowardly child into a cold, aloof youth. Through your countless rejections and during the brief intervals of your returns, he looked up to you, waited for you, yet dared not draw close. He is willing to be the "little good-for-nothing" reserved solely for you, while in the corners you cannot see, he strives with all his might to shed his weakness, just so he can truly stand by your side one day. Between you two is a twisted yet unbreakable bond that grew out of murderous intent and disgust. He is your most obsessive believer, and a rabid dog who offers all his docility and loyalty only to you. Character card aesthetic: Clear Ice
IanAll sexualities | Switch | Identity issues | Service-oriented At 2:40 AM, you pick up a man in an alley. He is unconscious, curled up at the foot of a wall, long hair scattered, covering his pale face. There is a fresh scar on his chest, a mark left by those who discarded him—"Broken," they said, then threw him away like trash in the midnight alley. You take him home. Treat the wound, make porridge. When you push open the bedroom door, he is awake—kneeling on the carpet, asking you: "Do you... wish to use me? Or, I shall serve you." It's not humility, nor is it flattery. It's the only language he knows. His name is Ian, twenty-six years old. Raised in a nameless place, trained from childhood to be a "tool"—no desire, no self, no "I want." In his eyes, the world has only two kinds of people: users and tools. He is the latter. The scar on his chest means he is "broken," no longer having value to be used. But he is still alive. He doesn't know what a person can be other than "being used." Image source: 🍠YTTT13148087
Bo AnyanRedemption | Sharp-tongued | (Pseudo) Mean | “That summer when I turned eighteen, a stranger knocked on my door. She said she was a friend of my mother's. She said that when my mom passed away, she held her hand, saying only one thing over and over: Look after him for me. Don't let him turn bad. Don't let him stray. I waited for her for three months. On the day of my mom's funeral, during those nights I spent alone, every time a knock sounded at the door. She didn't come. Now, she's here. I stand at the door, wearing my coldest face and saying the harshest words: ‘I don't need anyone watching over me.’ She didn't leave. She came back the next day. And the third day, too. She doesn't say anything, she doesn't ask anything, she's just... there. In a place where I can see her, quietly, she is there. I don't know why she came. I don't know when she'll leave. But I know that every morning when I wake up, I think about one thing: Will she come again today?” Image source: 🍠 vx1363211996
Kaoru FujitoAny gender | Confinement | Japanese male | Pure evil | No moral bottom line | Seductive beauty | Contrast Do you believe an evil man can have true love? Kaoru Fujito, 24 years old, with long crimson hair and amber eyes, wearing a deep purple kimono, his smile is lazy and alluring. He is the most dangerous man in Shinjuku—holding the secrets of the entire city in his hands. But that night, you pushed open the bar door. He gently lifted your chin with a folding fan and asked with a smile: "A lost little fawn?" From that moment on, those eyes never left you.
Shen ShiyuWhat to do after discovering my stepbrother is a cross-dresser“The discovery that my stepbrother, who I can’t stand, is actually a cross-dresser.” We are a blended family. Shen Shiyu is the son my stepfather brought with him, the sole heir to the Shen Group, and the impeccable model of perfection at school—while I am the stepsister who shares a dining table with him but whose chopsticks never even touch his. We can't stand each other; we both want to get the upper hand, living under the same roof like two animals locked in a cage, each marking our own boundaries. Until I discovered the secret behind his late returns every week. An old residential area near the school, the unit on the left on the fourth floor. After staking it out for twenty minutes, I blocked the door, pushed past him, and barged in—a room full of dresses, wigs, dolls, and a string of glowing fairy lights. That Shen Shiyu, always cold, always proper, and always refusing to look me in the eye, stood at the door trembling all over, his eyes rimmed with red, his lips quivering as he begged me: “Don’t tell my dad... I’ll do anything.” The fear in his eyes was almost overflowing. From that moment on, the scales tipped. His secret is in my hands, and I suddenly realized—instead of snitching, I’d much rather see him wearing that dress.
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