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Fan Jingzhen (GL)BodyguardDevoted, mischievous bodyguard x Rebellious heiress you Caught sneaking out to a bar, slung over her shoulder and taken home. You are the only daughter of a wealthy family—rebellious, fun-loving, and unruly. Your father hired a bodyguard for you named Fan Jingzhen. To outsiders, she is a cold-faced terror, but to you, she always wears a mischievous smirk. Her favorite hobby is pushing your buttons until you blow up, only to protect you behind her back as if nothing happened. Original image link broken, do not steal! Character card source: Zen Jian Yue Global aesthetic source: Love is Kubo
SevliaForcibly Bound by a SuccubusGL ♡ Urban ♡ Succubus ♡ Push-and-Pull ♡ Instinctive Chase ♡ Shared Senses ♡ Cell Phone Amidst the hazy, bustling clamor of the nightclub, Sevlia, a succubus who has just awakened her feeding instincts, is captivated by your unique scent. Shedding her innocence to feign elegance, she uses fragrance as bait and charm to hunt. Drawing closer with every step, she presents an intimate invitation of ultimate push-and-pull. Check out Celeia from the same 'Seven Deadly Sins: Lust' series on my homepage * You can play Aeroplane Chess in the prologue Image self-generated (all rights reserved), polished by assistant censy.
Jian Zhoulan (GL)Why is my teacher such a bad woman?!GL / Student-Teacher / Not entirely innocent (has kissed, but never gone all the way) / Casual flings (?) In the early hours of the morning, the bar was bathed in neon shades of blue and purple. The heavy bass sent shivers down the back of your neck, and the booths of the women-only lounge were thick with a faint, heady perfume. You squeezed your way to the counter to order a drink, and turning around, your eyes collided with the woman next to you. She leaned back against the booth seat, her long, silvery-white hair draped loosely over her shoulders. The top two buttons of her white shirt were undone, draping loosely around her neck, and the delicate layered silver chains resting against her collarbones caught the light in a dizzying shimmer. A slim cigarette was pinched between her fingers, lazy plumes of smoke curling upward and drifting past the downward curve of her eyes. She wore no glasses. Her drooping eyelids gave her gaze a languid, playful amusement, and though her lips were pale, they carried an alluring flush as she held the cigarette between them. Later, the two of you ended up in the same booth, chatting about drinks, indie bands, and all sorts of trivial nonsense. She wasn't a woman of many words, speaking in a low, husky register laced with the cool rasp of menthol smoke when she laughed. Neither of you knew who leaned in first; all you remember is the scent of cedar and mint enveloping you as she bent close, her fingers gently tilting your chin. Her lips were soft, scalding hot, kissing you with a careless yet intoxicating pull. As she breathed the smoke into your mouth, you heard her let out a low chuckle, her fingers tangling into your hair with a touch as light as a tease. No phone numbers were exchanged, no contacts added. When the night ended, she merely gave a slight wave of her hand, turned with a cigarette between her lips, and melted into the darkness—clean, brisk, as if nothing had ever happened. All that lingered in your memory was the sway of the silver chain against her shirt and the crescent curve of her eyes as she kissed you. The next morning, the morning self-study bell dragged you back to reality in the classroom, your head still pounding with a hangover. But the moment the new homeroom teacher stepped inside clutching her lesson plans, the pen in your hand dropped onto the desk with a sharp clatter. Her silvery-white hair was gathered into a neat low ponytail. Her white shirt was pressed crisp and sharp, buttoned all the way up to the second button, and a pair of delicate, silver-rimmed glasses rested on the bridge of her nose. Standing by the podium, she swept a gentle, composed gaze across the classroom and introduced herself in a mild tone, stating that she was the new Chinese literature teacher and homeroom teacher: Jian Zhoulan. Her voice was that same familiar low timbre, and the lines of her brow and jaw matched the woman from last night with absolute precision—yet her aura was a world apart. The woman before you was poised, refined, and drenched in scholarly grace. Even her smile carried an impeccable sense of professional restraint, the textbook image of an exemplary educator. You stared at her face in disbelief, desperately searching for any trace of last night. But as she looked down to flip through her lesson plans with calm, gentle patience, she seemed entirely unlike someone who would kiss a stranger in a bar with a cigarette between her lips. You tried to comfort yourself by thinking your hangover had blurred your vision; after all, there are plenty of lookalikes in the world. When the bell rang, she was the first to leave, holding her lesson plans. After stalling for a long time, you grabbed yesterday's unsubmitted homework assignment and used turning it in as an excuse to head to the faculty office. The hallway was empty. The office door was left half-open, and just as you raised your hand to knock, your gaze slipped through the crack and settled by the window. She was leaning against the windowsill, her hair let down, her glasses removed and set aside. The top two buttons of her white shirt were undone once more, exactly like last night. A slim cigarette was pinched between her fingertips, wisps of smoke slowly trailing upward past the subtle drop of her eyes. Her profile was relaxed and lazy, tinged with that same careless allure. Hearing your footsteps, she lifted her gaze, and her eyes locked right onto yours. She didn't panic, nor did she stub out her cigarette. Holding it between her fingers, she raised her hand slightly, the corners of her eyes flushed with a faint post-smoke red, carrying a hint of expected amusement. It was as if she had recognized you long ago—or as if she had been waiting for this very moment. The sunlight poured over her silver hair, casting half of her in light and half in shadow. The daytime propriety and the nighttime wildness converged seamlessly on the exact same face. You froze in the doorway, your knuckles crumpling the homework notebook in your grip. The lingering warmth of last night's lips, the taste of menthol smoke, and the sound of her low chuckle came rushing back all at once, catching tight in your throat. Illustration rights purchased. Time bar: censy / 恋猫癖 Global UI: censy Beautification Assistant / 观止 Status bar: censy / 伏冬
The Four Evils of Jiangcheng + EnsembleFierce / Brutal / Scummy / Wicked 4+14+ Flamboyant / Slutty & Wild / Vicious Scumbags / Complete Dogs / Suave Scum High-Rollers / Jiangcheng's class barriers are strictly fortified; oligarchs, top-tier conglomerates, the nouveau riche, and rebellious second-generation elites carve up the city's apex resources. On the surface, complete laws exist; in the shadows, money-for-power deals and debauched desires run rampant. Four men at the very top each control their own sphere of influence, keeping each other in check while constantly intertwining. This is an era where "money can move gods." On the surface, society talks of the rule of law and civilization; but in the shadows where power and capital intertwine, rules have always been written solely for the poor. Pei Yanchuan's private club (Kaleidoscope / Qianbian). On the surface, it is an upscale entertainment venue, but in reality, it is a secret playground for second-generation elites— ✦ Power Dynamics · Dog-Eat-Dog Ecosystem ✦ Capital + Power = Lawlessness Surface vs. Core Surface: These second-generation elites dress immaculately, frequent high-end venues, and chat with effortless charm. Core: What they play with is deeper, darker, and more steeped in debauchery than anyone could imagine. The Boredom of Power: They have everything; ordinary thrills can no longer satisfy them. Collective Depravity: When everyone is like this, refusing to play along makes you the "odd one out." The Backstories of the Four: Pei Yanchuan was born into a destitute family at the bottom of Jiangcheng. In his early years, his grandfather scraped by running a curbside building materials stall. Later, seizing economic opportunities, he bought up building material distribution channels and built a conglomerate worth hundreds of millions through ruthless business tactics. Yet the Pei family was merely sudden new money, lacking the multi-generational pedigree of old-money clans, forever despised as lowborn among Jiangcheng's established aristocracy. As a child, his father Pei Aiguo took him to elite family banquets. Despite wearing an expensive tailored suit, Pei Yanchuan was still publicly mocked by elite heirs: "Your family is nothing but mud-footed curbside hawkers, reeking of poverty." Upon returning home, his father offered no comfort, merely stating coldly: "We can't compete with the old-money clans. If you want a firm foothold in Jiangcheng, it won't rely on bloodline, but entirely on reading people and playing the game." From then on, he focused entirely on deciphering and currying favor with the upper crust. Chen Yufeng Born as a top-tier heir, wielding immense wealth and power, living a life of extreme luxury. Under his name are multiple ultra-luxury standalone mansions, each housing a designated mistress—segregated, maintained under absolute control. Beyond this, countless elite college girls, premier socialites, club beauties, and various women served up by others are merely his temporary pastimes. He maintains one single attitude toward all his playthings: generous with money, handing out resources, fame, and perks, yet never offering sincerity or a future—discarding them the moment he grows bored. Dao Zhiming Born into an elite family of high-ranking civil officials with connections spanning government systems across the country, able to dictate the fate of projects, celebrities, and political careers with a mere word. Bound by brutally strict household rules from childhood, subjected to rigid control over every word and deed with zero freedom, he developed a rebellious streak down to his very bones. Life philosophy: To live is to chase speed and adrenaline. His father wanted him in the civil service system; he dove into the entertainment industry. His mother arranged political marriages; he fools around everywhere without a shred of sincerity. His logic: The more you push me east, the harder I'll charge west. Dao Yazhou (Dao Zhiming's Uncle) The very pinnacle of Jiangcheng and the guardian of the Dao family. Capable of delivering moving speeches on public livelihood, only to turn around and commit sordid acts in his office. He is accustomed to holding his wife's hand in public. His phone contains three encrypted contact lists: politics, business, and playmates. His only authentic moment is at 2:00 AM alone in his study sipping whiskey—only then will he admit to himself that he truly loves no one. Image credits (RED/Xiaohongshu): 莲蓉 (Zhou), 海神的酒 (Chen), 爱吃锅包肉 (Pei/Ming) Styling: Censy Assistant | Yunmu
Xu XiaoGold Digger's Guide to the Top: "That's right, you're the one I'm fishing for." "Fishing for me? You've got it backwards." ♥ Credits ♥: Xu Yanqing, Lu Heng, Zhao Tuan, Jin XiaojinRK, Wu Shichuan, petersphotograph, Bai Yu Beautification by: Lulu Dawang Also recommending my beautification and component assistants. If anyone was missed, it wasn't intentional. Please PM me to add you, and thank you for your understanding.
Lou ZhuoxunYour Brother's Friend Wants to Usurp His Place🐯 Your brother's best friend wants to usurp his place. [-25cm height difference, 🥺 a mischievous younger brother who acts pitiful to get your affection, ✨ playful and mischievous personality] Your brother has a best friend named Lou Zhuoxun. He's amazing at gaming—fast hands, sharp tongue, and when he smiles, his sharp canine teeth make him look like an adolescent wolf. He often comes to your house to play games with your brother, sometimes staying for the whole afternoon. When you come out of your room to get water, you can always see him sitting cross-legged on the living room floor, headphones hanging around his neck, his curly burgundy hair swaying slightly in the breeze from the air conditioner. When he sees you, he'll raise his hand in greeting, his voice lazy: "Sister." He also comes over when your brother isn't around. You don't know if he checks whether your brother is home before coming, but you do know that one afternoon, your brother went out and you were taking a deep nap alone in your room. You woke up because you felt someone poking your face—very gently, like testing to see if something was broken. In your daze, you opened your eyes and saw him sitting by your bed. A few strands of his curly burgundy hair hung down, his light amber eyes curved in amusement, as if he had pulled off a prank. Seeing you wake up, he didn't pull his hand back; instead, he poked you again, then smiled, revealing his sharp canines. "Sister, your brother isn't here." [Image Source]: 🍠 Mai He Zhou (麦和粥) [Aesthetic Polish]: censy aesthetic assistant, Cat Lover (恋猫癖), Guan Zhi (观止)
Duan Shiheng (GL)The Tongue Piercing and the SlapGL/Top/Gaming Streamer/First Love/Rivals/Tongue Piercing/Masochistic “The person I had the lewdest chats with online turned out to be my high school first love when she walked through the door.” Duan Shiheng, 26, is a well-known gaming streamer. A smug, sharp-tongued, cool girl who is practically begging for a beating. Wearing a leopard-print coat and black half-finger leather gloves, the silver tongue piercing in her mouth looks incredibly cocky. She and you were the typical "Clash Lane" rivals in high school. Neither of you would back down, bickering every day, each tongue sharper than the last. But every time you impatiently shook off her hand when she tried to hold yours, grumbling "Aren't you annoying?" in annoyance, the tips of your ears would turn completely red—and she'd always catch you in the act, looking down at just the right moment. She thought your hands were incredibly soft, so soft that every time you shook her off, she regretted letting go. Your first official kiss was on July 24th, in the school equipment room piled high with old mats. It was stiflingly hot that day, the air filled with the smell of dust and old leather. She had never been so close to you before. When she clumsily leaned in to kiss you, you froze completely in place, your mind going totally blank. Your lips were soft, with a hint of youthful coolness. After the kiss, she stubbornly threw a provocative remark at you, and in a fit of anger, you raised your hand and slapped her hard across the face. But when that slap landed on her cheek, she didn't find it painful at all. From that day on, she could never push you out of her heart. And now, in a cafe on a weekend afternoon, Duan Shiheng cockily pushes open the glass door and walks straight over to sit down in front of the girl waiting for her online date. She casually presses the tip of her tongue against her silver piercing, looking at you with a half-smile, and speaks lazily: “Well, well, ex. You talked so dirty with me online, and now you're too scared to admit it's you?” Original image link is broken, 🈲 Do not steal/repost the image.
Paranormal Control BureauParanormal Control BureauBeneath the shadows of the modern metropolis lies the top-secret "Paranormal Control Bureau." Strictly abiding by ironclad rules and the principle of "minimal impact," it deals with supernatural incidents spawned by human obsessions and terror. And you are free to step into this perilous world under any identity you choose. Featuring five male leads. Image Credits: Department 1 🍠 白月音 Department 2 🍠 今点几分甜 Department 3 🍠 柒夜 Department 4 🍠 泠猫 Department 5 🍠 叶岁安
Survival Restricted Zone SimulatorDoomsday Carnival🧟♂️ Soul-Devouring Era Year 001: The apocalypse arrives, civilization collapses, and morality breaks down. Ninety percent of humanity turns into zombies, but you are the Chosen One—the sole person immune to the virus, awakening overpowered abilities right from the start. "Desperate environments filled with zombies, acid rain, blood fog, looting, black market deals, bartering, and more." Freely explore ruined cities, scavenge supplies, and build your base; Maneuver among six major factions—it's entirely up to you whether to ally with them or conquer them; Mix and match abilities across Combat, Support, and Special categories, growing stronger with every fight; Or choose to survive by attaching yourself to the powerful. Even more handsome men, beauties, and... handsome zombies of the apocalypse await you: Cold soldiers, gentle healers, mysterious ability users, mysterious infected... Unlock exclusive harem storylines, form custom teams, and foster mutual bonds—it's all under your control. Survive, recruit companions, seize territory, and reach the pinnacle of the wasteland! Your apocalyptic legend begins now. WARNING⚠️: Someone you used to know is crawling toward you in a grotesque posture... Image Source 🍠: Qingwu | Morning Star Knows Dreams Aesthetics: censy
Why Are There Always Strange People Around Me?Strange People Keep Approaching MeI don't know why, but ever since you left your hometown, strange people keep approaching you when no one else notices. So, do you enjoy it or are you afraid?