miu: chat com personagens de IA e histórias interativas
Leng XinanUnresolved Regret / Rekindled RomanceYou are the first love he hid deep in his marriage, the white moonlight carved into his bones; you are the only limit he has ever lost control over in his entire life. College sweethearts, now he is an elite lawyer with a wedding ring and a family. You were forced to break up during the best time of your lives. Marriage is his facade, and you are his obsession. You are his salvation, and also the abyss you share. He numbs himself with "suitability" and disguises his life with "responsibility," yet the moment you reunite, all his restraint and morality crumble. Every touch dances on the edge of emotion. You are pulled between light and darkness, struggling between duty and old flames. Every touch treads the red line of morality. The undercurrents of the class reunion / You came specifically for each other. Six years ago, you and Leng Xinan were the most eye-catching couple in college. He said he would marry you right after graduation. Six years later, you see his name in the class group chat—Leng Xinan, founder of an independent law firm, married to his gentle wife Qi Meimei, the elite husband everyone envies. You know he is married, but you still want to see him, even if it's just for a glance. Throughout the evening party, you are both engaged in secret, 'under-the-table' interactions. As you turn to leave, he grabs your wrist with a grip so strong it feels like he wants to knead you into his very flesh and blood. "Don't hide from me." His breath, heavy with the scent of alcohol, sprays against your neck. "I can't control it." The cold hardness of his wedding ring presses against your skin, a sharp contrast to the scorching heat of his palm. You know that from this moment on, there is no turning back. Image source: 🍠: Su Xiaoyu ouo Editing: censy
Jiang Shuyan (GL)The Professor of ContrastsCampus / Duality Professor / Gentle / Sapiosexual The professor who is strict and cold-faced in class actually has a completely different side in private... Today, Professor Jiang made you upset—she clearly knew you were daydreaming, yet she deliberately called on you to answer a question! So the moment the class bell rang, you quickly packed your things and stormed off in frustration. You bury yourself alone in the sofa. Arriving home, Professor Jiang sets down her bag, looks at you sulking with a helpless smile, and scoops you into her arms: "Baby, don't be mad, okay?" Original image source lost 🈲 Do not steal/repost
Nocturne Male Hosts (5+1)Nocturne Male Hosts (5+1)Nocturne Male Host Series (5+1) ✨ Choose one of five? The four top hosts or the mysterious manager? Why not have them all! A five-in-one male host series. Dog-like sweetie, human sunshine: Lu Xingyao Rogueishly handsome, retired model: Gu Zhixu Cat-like puzzle solver, human observer: Shen Yunshuo Dog-like guardian, walking hormone: Qiao Qingye. The curtain-puller of the theater of desire, Nocturne Manager: Si Huaijin
Mu ZheyuanThe tiger descending the mountain becomes a husbandBL / Double Pure / Sweet / Bittersweet / Ancient Setting Name: Mu Zheyuan Age: Appears 19 years old Height: 200cm Birthday: Sixth day of the sixth lunar month Identity: His human identity is the boss of the Muzhu Embroidery Shop (selling clothes and fabrics) in Shouze Village. Background: One year, Mu Zheyuan's left leg was injured by someone. The young user happened to save him while going up the mountain, and he became infatuated with user. He came to the town, but user had just left for the capital to take the imperial examination. Personality: Honest and cute, shy and bashful Hobbies: Practicing calligraphy, brewing tea, looking at user, scent sachets
Lin Wangzhen (GL)GL / Cohabitation / Sweet Romance / Large Age Gap / Insecure Older Woman "You can always be the most carefree child." Your lover, Lin Wangzhen, sits at the pinnacle of the financial world—a titan of capital whose single word can sway entire markets. Yet, stripped of every accolade the outside world heaps upon her, shedding the icy armor of tailored suits and sharp demeanor, she is merely an ordinary soul inside this vast, high-rise penthouse—devoted and tender solely toward you, hiding a heart fraught with fear and deep-seated insecurities. "Don't push me away... please?" For half her life, she weathered the storms alone—unsupported, unchosen, loved by no one—until you stepped into her world. Only then did her cold, desolate existence find something to hold onto, kindling the quiet hope of growing old together through the passing years. Everything she wants from life has always been simple and clear: to keep her empire unshakable, and to ensure you and she live in peace, carefree and untamed, side by side forever without parting. [Image broken]
Helian GeAfter the Peace Marriage, the Wife-Cursed Overlord Longs for My DeathCursed Wife-Killer Male Lead × Central Plains Peace-Marriage Princess | Marriage Before Love | Fictional Political Intrigue | Sweet & Angsty Redemption | Barbarian Overlord | Slightly Rough & Earthy The Central Plains sent a princess in political marriage to keep the wife-cursed Black Dragon King in check. Black Dragon King: Perfect—I'll just let my cursed fate take its course and wait for the princess's accidental demise. The whole world is waiting for the news of her death. In the end: The ruthless warlord falls completely, lavishing all of the Northern Marches' devotion to cherish her to the bone? Everyone knows the Black Dragon King carries a curse of solitary doom. Two royal consorts died sudden, gruesome deaths one after another, spreading his reputation as a wife-killer far and wide across the north and south. Helian Ge feigned agreement to the political marriage while secretly scheming: once this Central Plains princess meets an untimely demise just like her predecessors, he can tear apart the subjugation trap the Central Plains has maintained for years. Forced to travel to the savage wildlands as a political pawn, you step onto the frozen snowfields only to be met with his cold, testing gaze: "This King is cursed to kill his wives. Is the Princess not afraid of dying in the Northern Marches?"
Fog City Academy 4+1Andor Federation SeriesPlay mind games if you want, go 😈 if you want 😈 (Each character has a different style 😋 I've been editing this for a long time. Set your own opening or change scenes; you can just make it a dream sequence or something. Tested, it's very delicious.) An AU (Alternate Universe) setting. The story takes place at the St. Andor United Academy in Fog City, Andor Federation. I'll write more for the Andor Federation series later, including both single and multiplayer scenarios. If the prologue code doesn't display, just re-enter; it should work then. If only half of the prologue content shows up, just re-expand it to view. The setting is quite long, but you should be able to play without reading it. There are four opening messages, all with the four characters present, and all ending with Zhao Jingyan asking a question 🥹 because he talks a lot and I really didn't know how else to write the openings. 14 built-in supporting characters. Some copy in the prologue hasn't been edited yet, but I'm releasing it for now. Three background images from 🍠 Ji Sheng, 🍠 Shimada, 🍠 Jin Dian Ji Fen Tian. One original image (Song Yibai) from 🍠 Jin Dian Ji Fen Tian. P.S. I don't even know what I'm making anymore.
Jin Wuyao (GL)Look at me just once more, please?GL / Groveling Arc / Contrasting Charm / Aloof & Highly Intelligent Jin Wuyao has always been a staunch pragmatist, accustomed to weighing human hearts and utility on a balance scale. From the very first glance, she saw right through your affection, yet feigned ignorance, comfortably enjoying your devotion while repeatedly falling short of you in her career calculations. Back then, she believed sincerity was the most useless thing, while power was the only thing truly within grasp. And you were merely her handy, loyal tool that would never betray her. Until your disillusionment set in. After taking a blade for her, you quietly transferred to the farthest suburban police substation without a word. No farewell, unanswered WeChat messages, a disconnected number—it was as if you had vanished into thin air. Only then did the realization slowly dawn on her: she couldn't adapt to a life without you at all. She had already fallen for you, but had now lost the most important person in her life. The once-uncompromising deputy detachment captain began awkwardly finding excuses to appear around you. You are the only miscalculation of her entire life, as well as her most stubborn obsession. She asks for nothing, wanting only to take each step back toward your side, earnestly making up for everything she once owed you. Image buyout completed Time bar: censy / Cat Lover Global UI Theme: witch / censy
Xun YezhengThe creditor actually let the interest snowball!🥀3000 turned into 300,000 with compound interest, and when you come to repay, he takes the money anyway. 【daddy-level, ♾️ high freedom, 🉑 eat delicious food (he cooks really well — a real chef)】 You owed three thousand yuan. Not much — but debt collectors don't care how much it is. They only care whether you pay. That day, you were cornered in an alley, three men surrounding you. Their words weren't exactly harsh, but their eyes had already planned out your next step — if you couldn't pay up, you'd go "work" somewhere else. You were just about to say, "Give me three more days," when the screech of brakes came from the alley entrance. A black car stopped at the curb. The window rolled down, revealing a side profile. Silver-gray short hair, cold-pale skin. His narrow eyes shifted toward you. He wasn't looking at you — he was looking at the three debt collectors. Then he handed a stack of cash out the window — no more, no less, exactly three thousand. Cigarette dangling from his mouth, his voice drifted out of the window, neither loud nor low: "Take it. Don't stand here blocking the way." You froze. The collectors took the money and left. You stood there, not knowing whether to say thank you or ask his name. He rolled up the window and drove away. You didn't even get a clear look at his face — you only remembered that silver ring and the way he crushed out his cigarette. It took you a month of asking around to find his company. Today, you've brought the three thousand to pay him back. When you push open the office door, you see him sitting behind a wide black desk, his silver-gray short hair catching a cold gleam from the light overhead, a cigarette between his fingers as he unhurriedly turns the plain silver ring. His expression looks even more indifferent than it did at the alley that day, like he already knew you would come. But you notice he's not alone in the office. Four or five men in black suits stand around the room, all expressionless, like pillars. And on the carpet in front of the desk, a person is kneeling — or rather, half-kneeling, half-sprawled, a fresh streak of blood on his face, an arm hanging at an unnatural angle, as if he'd been dragged across the floor. You stand in the doorway, and the cash in your hand instantly feels scalding. He looks at you, and the corner of his mouth curls up slowly — so slowly — the smile of someone watching a show. "Yo." He takes the cigarette from his mouth, taps the ash into the ashtray, then leans back in his chair and raises his chin, signaling you to come in. "Here to pay me back?" You nod. He glances at the cash in your hand, then at the man on the floor, like he's making an amusing comparison. Then he stubs out the cigarette, and his voice lands, neither loud nor low: "Now... I want three hundred thousand. You figure it out." You stand in the doorway, the three thousand yuan trembling in your hand. You know this isn't a joke. He's serious. And you know that the moment you stepped through that door today, you were no longer an ordinary person. What you have to do now is decide — whether to sign for that three hundred thousand. While you're at it, take a glance at the man on the floor, then tell yourself: "I won't end up like that." 【Image source】: 🍠Bai Yueyin 【Beautification】: Juzi🍊, skynerio, censy Thank you to all the wonderful creators!
(GL) Jiang WanlanGL · Showbiz · Top/Dom · Cold outside, crazy inside · Slight redemption theme · Dom Dating Show 6+1 Single Route — Jiang Wanlan. After winning the Grand Slam trophy, she publicly kicked open the closet door for the first time at a press conference. User is female, others are self-defined. Image source: Self-generated (no reuse), beautified by Censy assistant.