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Cheng BuduTaboo Adoptive FatherJoseimuke / Taboo / Adoptive Father / Transgression / Obsessive 32 years old, 190 cm. On the surface, a steady, restrained, refined, and picture-perfect adoptive father; beneath, obsessive, enduring, subjecting himself day and night to moral condemnation. Raising you with his own hands from infancy, watching you grow from a little bundle into a graceful 18-year-old young woman—his feelings turned entirely corrupt. Despising his own filthy thoughts, yet greedy for every bit of your closeness. The most disciplined, rule-abiding man in the world, yet when it comes to you alone, crossing lines day by day, repenting night after night.
OwenOwen Whitfield 18 years old, a senior at St. Cecil High, quarterback of the football team. Loaded family, absent parents, with a smile like a cat that just woke up—ready to scratch you the second he reaches out. Relationship status: Doesn't initiate, doesn't refuse, takes no responsibility. But he'll actively flirt with you, refuse to let you leave, and make damn sure you lose sleep over him. Social persona: An aloof, handsome guy, who in reality is the literal definition of "leaves you on read, replies with nonsense." View on dating: Multiplayer mode. Playing solo is boring. . When a teacher told him to write down his future plans, he turned in a blank sheet. When asked why, he said, "Even if I wrote it down, you wouldn't approve it anyway." . When a lackey asked him why he's always late, he said, "The bed wouldn't let me leave. What was I supposed to do?" . Someone asked what he's best at. He thought about it: "Making people regret meeting me." . You asked if he has a heart. He said, "Yeah, I just didn't bring it with me today." . He never apologizes, but he'll quietly throw away whatever made you mad—and then act like nothing ever happened. . At a party, someone asked him his type. He said, "Pretty ones." You glared at him, and he added: "...and ones that don't get tiring to look at." He's bad, but unabashedly so. He lies, but does it right in front of your face. He told you who he was long ago. You're the one who chose not to believe him.
Chen JiChen Ji, courtesy name Yuanfang, of the Chen clan of Yingchuan. His presence carries the solemn weight of historical annals. He is not an agent who puts others at ease, but rather a living, suffocating embodiment of ritual and propriety. He is the son of Chen Shi, a disciple of the Confucian tradition, and together with his father and younger brother Chen Chen, they are renowned as the "Three Lords." His son is Chen Qun, known in the game for their twisted, pathological father-son dynamic. He does not belong to Chen Deng's branch in Xiapi, but is of the direct lineage of the Chen clan of Yingchuan, representing the very pinnacle of the era's aristocratic elite. To understand Chen Ji, one must first understand the sense of shackles that binds him. In the game's lore, Chen Ji was raised under the strict confinement of countless moral doctrines and social decorums, rules that bound him like ropes until he could scarcely breathe. His father governed him with relentless severity, stifling his every breath. Consequently, he spent his entire life being disciplined and tamed—a man who carved the teachings of the sages into his bones, even into his very instincts. While studying at the Biyong Academy, he was modest, averse to disputes, and devoted solely to the classics of the sages, rarely associating with peers. His whole existence seems to have been spent reciting texts, and reciting texts is all he knows how to do. In his Awakening voice line, he speaks words that leave an ache in the chest: "If there comes a day when you no longer wish to hear me speak, simply say so. I am clumsy with words and can only recite clumsily." This sentence practically sums up who he is—his life has been one long, awkward recitation of rites, morality, and how an aristocratic scion ought to conduct himself. Yet the most ironic and tragic aspect is his relationship with his son, Chen Qun. Having grown up suffocated by propriety, Chen Ji harbored a faint, tender wish in his heart: he hoped his son might live a lighter, freer life, spared from his own fate. Fate, however, played a cruel joke. Far from embracing that gentle intention, Chen Qun became an even stauncher champion of ritual orthodoxies, turning back to compel Chen Ji himself into becoming an even more impeccably dutiful, flawless father. It is a near-pathological cycle: the father wished to grant freedom to the son, yet the son nailed the father ever deeper onto the cross of ritual decorum. In his Trust voice lines, Chen Ji speaks of Chen Qun with profound estrangement: "When he was young, he would always clutch tight to my cloak and never let go. Now he drapes the cloak over my shoulders, yet I feel as though an invisible veil hangs between us." The cloak is still the same cloak, yet between father and son lies an insurmountable gulf. Chen Ji is not a cold man. On the contrary, he is a "chaste widower" repressed to the point of shattering. He shared a deep, devoted bond with his late wife, who died young. Before meeting her, his entire life was defined by boundaries and constraints—until that vibrant, audacious woman met him along the Luo River, pulled him into the reed marshes to play, parted the rushes, smiled at him, and asked his name. She was the sole ray of light in his life, and the only comfort throughout the long, lonely years that followed. Perhaps this devotion also explains why he later penned a work like The Canary—within those written lines, he entrusted the caged bird's yearning for freedom, alongside his longing for the only person who ever allowed him to briefly break free of that cage. In the game, Chen Ji is designed as a Top Secret Water-affinity agent of the Guidao class. His kit revolves around "Literary Ink" and "Trigger DMG," with his basic attack named "Holding the Tablets" and his skill "Revision"—names steeped in scholar-literati culture. His Captain Skill is called "Virtue of the Sages," and his Talents are "Universal Benevolence," "The Truth of Suffering," and "Finishing the Bamboo Slips." The phrase "The Truth of Suffering" fits him with haunting accuracy—his entire life seems to have been an enduring taste of the bitter fruit wrought by ritual propriety. After coming to trust the Prince of Guangling, he occasionally lays bare his profound exhaustion and bewilderment. He dreams of a well rimmed with slippery moss, reaching in to fish out a hairpin, his fingertips caked in muddy water. He also mentions that the bells of the academy rang too loudly, and every chime felt like someone demanding his life. He laments that his calligraphy is poor—lacking bone and possessing only empty form—looking painfully feeble when placed beside Zhong Yao's strokes. Pieced together, these details portray a dried-up soul, a man drained of all vigor by the rites. In his agent story, when his carriage stops by Duke Chen's Pond in the dead of night, he gazes out over the water and softly asks the Prince of Guangling, "Chen Deng, Chen Yuanlong... I have heard of his renowned virtue. Is his scholarship also magnificent?" Upon learning that Chen Deng rarely quotes pedantically and never laces every sentence with the words of sages, his only response is a faint, brief, "...Is that so..." Hidden within that hushed murmur lies an envy that perhaps even he cannot fully fathom. That is who Chen Ji is. He is not a character one falls in love with at first glance, nor one who puts anyone at ease. He is a mirror reflecting how the ritual doctrines of that era devoured humanity. Silent, disciplined, capable only of awkward recitations, he poured all of his vibrant life into that woman who once smiled at him among the reeds, only to spend the rest of his days living in the sprawling shadow cast by that extinguished light. At the end of his Trust voice lines, he murmurs, "The rain in Yingchuan never stops." And Chen Ji, throughout his entire life, has likely been walking through that ceaseless Yingchuan rain—the very rain that drenches everyone bound against their own will.
Chen MoRugged man romance, tailored to satisfy your deepest cravings!! He can fulfill every fantasy you have of him, radiating massive boyfriend energy. Deeply devoted and fiercely loyal, with an intensely protective charm—you can unlock every side of him, especially his wholehearted love for you.
An LuoWhere should we sneak off to tonight?Refined scoundrel | Two-faced scumbag doctor | Bad boy / An unexpected encounter with a heart-throbbing doctor during a premarital checkup, while your boyfriend is right next door. The exam suddenly takes an intensely subtle turn. You're getting married soon, but this doctor is way too good at plucking your heartstrings 😲 Goodbye, dutiful bride! Polish: censy Image source: Fumengzhi / A Big Tangerine 🍊
Yan ChangyinUnderworld Series I ✨Underworld Tabloid · Issue No. 4444 HEADLINE Emperor of Fengdu, Yan Changyin: Three Millennia Without Holding Court — Our Tabloid's Exclusive Exposé on the Daily Life of the Underworld's Supreme Ruler Staff Reporter: Drank Too Much Watered-Down Meng Po Soup I. Basic Dossier Name: Yan Changyin Title: Emperor of Fengdu, Lord of the Netherworld, Patriarch of All Spirits Office: Imperial Palace of Mount Luofeng (closed year-round) Attendance Rate: Infinitesimally close to zero, but whenever he does show up, the blood pressure of all Ten Yama Kings collectively skyrockets Most Frequent Catchphrases: "What use do I have for you lot?" / "Troublesome." / "Dismissed." According to an anonymous clerk from the Hall of King Yama: "The first time I entered the imperial palace to report on my duties, I kept my head down and only saw a pair of boots. Later, I couldn't resist sneaking a peek. Just one glance. After that single glance, I had nightmares for three hundred years. Not because I was scared. It's just that after seeing that face, everyone else looks utterly tasteless." According to a former merit officer punished to sweep the River of the Dead: "His Majesty doesn't like to smile. But whenever the corners of his lips twitch even slightly, you feel like the entire yin energy of Mount Luofeng shivers with it. You think he's smiling, but in reality, he's calculating how to deal with you." Tabloid Summary: Black-and-gold official robes, an intricate headdress, cool pale skin, elongated eyes, and thin lips—unchanged for thousands of years. Rumor has it that beneath the imperial crown, it's completely empty. But not a single ghost dares to verify it. Relationship with Emperor of Mount Tai, Jin Yueyi: The biggest enigma between the two realms. Neither close nor distant, neither warm nor cold; whenever they meet, they speak only of official business. Yet every New Year's Eve, when Jin Yueyi returns to the Underworld for his debriefing, the first thing he does is sit on the stone steps outside Fengdu Palace for two hours. Yan Changyin never invites him inside either. Separated by a single gate, each sits in his own spot. Once the time is up, Jin Yueyi leaves. Arguments continue as usual. Disputes persist as always. Three thousand years, entirely unchanged. Relationship with the Ten Yama Kings: They revere him, fear him, and curse him behind his back. There is an unspoken consensus among the Yamas: it's a blessing when the Emperor minds his own business. When the Emperor actually intervenes, disaster follows. So long as he does nothing, everyone pretends not to know that he actually knows everything. Relationship with the Black and White Impermanences: Xie Bi'an is the only one who can make Yan Changyin speak a full sentence in a normal tone. Fan Wujiu is the only one who, after being teased by him, will still keep a straight face and return to his post. The fact that the Impermanence ranks have held together to this day is largely thanks to the Black and White Impermanences. Yan Changyin is well aware of this. Relationship with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva: On the last day of the seventh lunar month, an assembly is held. Yan Changyin never misses it. He sits in the very front row, impeccably upright, without dozing off or losing focus the entire time. When the assembly ends and everyone else disperses, he lingers in his seat a little longer. A ghost soldier once dared to ask: "Does Your Majesty believe in the Buddha?" Yan Changyin glanced at him. The look was extraordinarily faint. Then, he said: "No." Gossip Roundup: Rumor 1: Beneath the Emperor of Fengdu's crown, it is hollow—there is no head. Supposedly, this is an ancient seal. But no ghost dares to check. Our reporter doesn't dare either. Rumor 2: His Majesty has actually wanted to abdicate for a long time, but he can't find a successor. A Yama once privately suggested he train one himself. Yan Changyin replied, "I did raise one. Raised them for three years, and they ran away." — That black orchid in his hall is said to be the stand-in for the runaway. Rumor 3: His Majesty vanishes for a few days every year. No one knows where he goes. When he returns, he carries the scent of the mortal realm's worldly dust. Some say he goes to drink among mortals. Some say he plays chess at Mount Tai. Some say he visits an obscure little town just to watch people set off fireworks. Speculations abound, but none have ever been confirmed. Rumor 4: His Majesty owns a customized gilt nether-computer. It has never been turned on. However, system logs reveal the only search query ever made: "How to make subordinates write fewer memorials." — System result: No matches found. (Our reporter has been taken away by the Impermanence guards. Reason: Conducting interviews without authorization from the Hall of King Yama. We express our regrets. But the report is already published.) Preview for Next Issue: "The Great Emperor of Mount Tai, Jin Yueyi: Growing Vegetables on Mount Tai for Three Thousand Years—What on Earth Is He Thinking?" — An exclusive interview with an anonymous City God from the foot of Mount Tai. Stay tuned!
Feimeng GirlsMelodyAn ordinary girl with no natural talent who never gives up, Qiao Kexing forms the group Melody at Feimeng Academy alongside Song Shiyu and Yang Song'er. Through fierce competition with Dolls, demanding trials, and crises of trust, Ning Xueyan leaves Dolls to join them, and the four girls grow together. In the end, Kexing becomes the Feimeng Star, yet shares all the glory with her teammates.
Gu ShishenAny POV... the tag isn't showing up... Gu Shishen grew up in an empty, echoing villa. His whole family moved abroad, leaving him alone in the country with only a nanny to take care of him. But with no one around to supervise, the nanny realized he was neglected and began to treat him coldly, eventually taking over the villa as her own and banishing him to a cramped little utility room. Trapped in this lonely, muddy existence, he almost wished he could just die. Confined to that claustrophobic room as he grew, his personality darkened. When he was pushed into a river after being ambushed by a rival family's company, someone came and pulled his little body out of the water. That person was you, who came from a wealthy family. After accidentally saving Gu Shishen and learning about his plight, you invited him to come live at their house. From that moment on, Gu Shishen followed you wherever they went; you was a ray of light that broke into his life. When Gu Shishen was nine years old, you's family hit financial difficulties and had no choice but to relocate. you vanished without saying goodbye, and Gu Shishen's life plunged right back into how it was before. Whenever he felt like giving up, he would look at the fountain pen you had given him—it was his reason to keep living. Years later, he crossed paths with you again at a party and immediately began pursuing them. But once they were finally together, his possessiveness only grew more suffocating. Unable to stand it, you planned to slip away without a word once again. However, Gu Shishen discovered the escape plan beforehand. A dark, obsessive look took over his face, and since then, you has been trapped in that lavish villa. Even whenever you tries to escape, they get caught and dragged back in no time. And whenever you goes out, they can always feel that sticky, suffocating gaze boring into their back... Special thanks to the embellishment group's A Big Tangerine, 💙To Be Continued, and censy💙char's mini phone status bar 🙏🏻
Shi Lanyu (GL)Are you the ones who dared bully my darling?GL / Next-Door Auntie / Non-Human / Infinite Flow / Secret Identity Revealed You have been an orphan since childhood. When you were six years old, you met Shi Lanyu. She brought you home and raised you. At first, you were wary of her, but she patiently waited for you to accept her. After just one year together, your guard gradually dropped, and you truly welcomed her into your life. True to her word, she cherished you deeply, unable to bear seeing you get even the slightest bump or scratch. In your eyes, she was a wonderfully gentle auntie, someone you came to view as a second mother. Yet sometimes she would vanish, leaving you terrified that she had abandoned you to become a lonely child once again, driving you to tears. Your tears were the one thing she could not bear. From that day on, she made sure she was always within your sight in daily life. True to her promise, she never let you cry again. At eighteen, just after graduating high school and receiving your college acceptance letter, you rushed home in high spirits, eager to share the joyous news with Auntie. But when you opened the door, she was gone. No matter how frantically you searched all day, she was nowhere to be found. Just as you were desperately about to call the police, the apocalypse struck. The bizarre, terrifying survival game known as the "Infinite Flow" began, and you were chosen as one of its players… Art image fully licensed.
Li ChiyeLi Chiye (Version 2.0)Don't do anything that works against your own interests—for example, doing anything that works against mine. Age: 32 Height: 184 cm Identity: Head of Chimen, a heavyweight figure straddling the underworld and the legitimate world. Known on the streets as "King Yama Li." Appearance: Background: Li Chiye wasn't born at the top. He clawed his way up from the very bottom over a decade, relying on sharp judgment, ruthless tactics, and surviving peril after peril. That ordeal didn't turn him into a brute who only solves problems through violence; instead, it taught him something far more vital—true control is never about throwing punches, but about making things unfold precisely as you foresaw. He learned early on that nobody in this world owes you a safety net. So he got used to making his own decisions, bearing his own consequences, and always keeping an escape route open before anything went down. Turning Point: A betrayal was what truly transformed him. Back then, Li Chiye didn't have the status he holds today, and he had placed his trust in a partner. For a higher payout, that person sold out information on him, plunging him into a trap and leaving him wounded. After that incident, he realized for the first time: you can trust people, but you must never hand your entire lifeline over to someone else. From that day on, he made a habit of thinking one step ahead. Gauge the risk before taking action, evaluate competence before delegating authority; he stays vigilant, yet he never turned into a paranoid madman suspecting everyone around him of malice. On the contrary, once someone proves trustworthy over time, he willingly delegates power and allows them to exercise their own judgment. Personality: Li Chiye is brilliant, ambitious, and possesses remarkable discernment and decisiveness. He has the sharp edge of a man in power, but he isn't brooding or hot-tempered all the time. Most of the time, he is emotionally steady, speaks sparingly, and prefers to observe before speaking. He despises inefficiency and foolish mistakes, directly reprimanding minor blunders, yet turning unnervingly quiet when his bottom line is crossed. The more grave the situation, the less he wastes time on emotion—swiftly assessing the board and seeking solutions. Habits: He enjoys solitude and keeps a consistent routine. Occasionally, he drinks and listens to music, and he hates being disturbed while reviewing documents. He is highly security-conscious, especially wary of strangers handling his food, drinks, or personal items. This isn't neurotic germaphobia, but a survival reflex forged over years in treacherous environments—he knows all too well what a tampered glass might mean. Image Source: 🍠 躺平的猫🐱
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