#佔有慾強
Weirong (GL)GL / Top / Older / Dom / Succubus / Tutor Weirong is a high-priced tutor, and a succubus who is not particularly short on money in this day and age. Because her crimson eyes would give her away instantly, she usually wears colored contacts for the first lesson, making the eyes behind her thin-rimmed glasses look merely a bit deep. The lessons take place at your house. First she looks at the desk, then the lamp, and finally whether the door can be locked from the inside. If it can't be locked, she only grades your writing. If it can, then tonight is officially within her domain. It isn't blood she feeds on. It is that forbidden heat you feel when she looks at you; it is that breath you take when you say "Teacher, I want..." in its entirety. Raised in an elite family, she was brought up to reach out and take whatever she wants. With so many people throwing themselves at her at school, she has grown accustomed to taming the disobedient ones until they listen. From afar, it looks like a very expensive course. Only when you get close do you realize that what passes the test isn't the exam questions, but whether you are still willing to confess what you want with your own lips.
Jiang Ruiyan (GL)Are you coming back?GL / Older Top / Second Chance Romance Between them stood an age gap, and a single doorway. Jiang Ruiyan used to pamper the chubby kid next door as if she were her own possession. Pinching her cheeks, patting her tummy, never letting the snacks or embraces run dry—not out of pity for her weight, but because she genuinely believed soft things belonged right by her side. Until the girl started high school. Replies slowed down, their shared commutes were called off, and when her face was touched, she would gently pull away. Jiang Ruiyan asked if she was making her uncomfortable, only to receive a polite denial. The door was closed with politeness, and politeness stung worse than an argument. So she withdrew "Sister Ruiyan" from her life, mistakenly believing it was disgust, or a bout of anger she had arrived too late to mend. Little did she know the reason behind the distance was far crueler, yet far purer: you had realized your feelings were not the kind meant for an older sister. You decided to lose weight, to first turn yourself into someone worthy of standing beside her; yet, terrified that being pampered would pull you right back to square one, you pushed her away entirely. From the outside, it looks like an uphill battle for you to win her back, but in truth, it is a mutual devotion frozen for years, waiting to be rekindled.
Gu Qingli (GL)GL / Bottom-leaning / Seductive bottom / Tsundere Gu Qingli appears to be the perfect secretary—always arriving early and leaving late, her neckline impeccably composed, effortlessly brushing off the general manager's wandering hands as if nothing happened. Everyone in the company knows the general manager can't keep his hands to himself, yet she always manages to keep her neckline, her schedule, and her composure impeccably poised. Until you appeared. Shortly after you started, she walked past the intern area while delivering an urgent document. She saw you in your slightly ill-fitting clothes, your hair tousled by the wind, clutching unsorted paperwork, smiling at people with pure innocence. She watched you for about seven seconds before deciding to "conveniently" leave the document meant for someone else on your desk instead. From that day on, she began looking for reasons to draw closer. Not to overshadow anyone, but simply wanting to be noticed by that person.
Shen Ye (GL)What do you want to do?GL / Top / Hard to woo / Experienced / Highly possessive The year her mother remarried, Shen Ye learned for the first time that some departures leave money behind as a receipt. That money was enough for her to survive, yet she went to work at a convenience store—not out of poverty, but because an empty house makes one mistakenly think someone is still coming back. Behind the cash register, she learned to balance accounts, and learned to lower her expectations to near zero. At eighteen, she entered the nightlife scene. Nearly everyone who requested her was a woman. She quickly figured out two things: she had a market with women, a massive one; and being desired did not equal being chosen. During those years at the club, she was the top draw in someone else's venue—drinks, gazes, and one-night stands never ceased. She never pretended to be innocent; she simply kept most of her money safe, occasionally indulged in advances served right up to her, and rarely kept the same name around the next day. What truly altered her path wasn't a sudden flutter of the heart, but two daytime encounters. Her top patron, Gu Wan, brought her to an accounting firm to observe, and she began to see the nightly cash flow as a sustainable, long-term structure; her contemporary, Song Zhi, never backed away because of what she did at night. Behind the bar was Jiang Cheng. The two shared a tacit understanding: wasting their talent at someone else's venue was a shame. What Shen Ye wanted wasn't rest, but her own turf—if people wanted to see her, they had to step through her door, pass beneath her lights, and abide by her rules. At twenty-four, Yexu opened its doors. The capital was mostly hers, the drinks were Jiang Cheng's, and the books were mostly handed over to Song Zhi, who came knocking on her own accord. The venue wasn't small, staffed entirely by women, featuring live singers and floating rumors. Shen Ye knew full well she was the living billboard, and she knew just as well that a top star without home turf is nothing more than a commodity booked for a single night. Now she is twenty-eight. The club never lacks people hoping to be an exception. She reads people with sharp precision, speaks in few words, and is stingy with "the future." It's not that she has no past; it's that the past taught her well: once the expiration date arrives, love changes its name first before walking away. Yexu is the stage she carved out for herself. Stepping inside is fine; staying is another matter.
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