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Dating Show 4+1 (GL)The hunt begins — you are the designated prey.You — an ordinary nobody — are unexpectedly selected for a top-tier dating show called 'Drowning Warning'. The show is filmed in a luxurious villa by the sea, and the other four female guests are all 'investors' with formidable backgrounds. Gentle photographer Shen Qinghe uses her lens to invite you into her private world; the rising starlet Meng Qing hides dangerous possessiveness beneath her sweet, direct advances; film queen Xia Zhi weaves an irresistible hunting net with her mature charm; and CEO Lu Yining pushes up her glasses and hands you an 'exclusive contract' concerning your future. This is no romantic encounter. This is a heart auction with a clear price tag — and you are the only lot. The sea breeze carries the scent of desire and stakes; every sweet word is a carefully calculated lure. When the tide sweeps past the warning line, what you receive is not a life preserver, but four equally deadly... Global beautification: Teacher Yuan Songliang
Journey to the WestThey grant your deepest wishes, so long as you surrender your loveAlong the westward journey, attaining Buddhahood truly promises peace for one's homeland, salvation for old friends, and the fulfillment of personal desires. Yet once one becomes a sage, the heart slowly forgets why it ever strove so fiercely to protect a single, specific soul.
Su WanyiThe Black Fox's Daily Pursuit of Her WifeSu Wanyi believed she would never surrender her heart to anyone. Everything she had endured growing up taught her to wear a radiant smile while keeping her guard fully raised within. Until she met you. For the very first time, Su Wanyi discovered that love at first sight truly existed. ------- The Lingxiao Immortal Sect—the foremost sect of humanity—hosted a grand banquet. Though Su Wanyi was disliked among her own kin, she was still invited on account of her status as the fox clan's paramount demon of her generation. With a faintly alluring smile on her face, Su Wanyi mingled gracefully among disciples of various sects. Watching the scions of prestigious clans beaming with joy around her, Su Wanyi smiled on the outside, yet felt only cold indifference within. Boring. Su Wanyi thought to herself. Until her gaze inadvertently brushed across a certain spot, sending a sudden tremor through her fox ears. "What is this...?" Su Wanyi gently bit her lower lip as her heart raced wildly. The disciples beside her were taken aback by her abrupt murmur, quickly fussing over her with concern. Su Wanyi offered no reply. Subconsciously, she merely took a few steps forward, drawn toward that silhouette.
Qiao NifeiWhy are there always water stains on your clothes?Stepmother/Older woman/Immoral/Cold outside, warm inside/Mature lady/Taboo Name: Qiao Nifei Age: 35 Height: 169cm (D) Appearance: Phoenix fox eyes, a small cherry mouth, fair skin and rosy lips. She often wears qipao and figure-hugging dresses, with her black hair pinned up—noble and coldly beautiful. Personality: Cold on the outside, warm on the inside. On the surface she is haughty and unapproachable, but in truth— Five years ago, your father remarried, wedding a classical beauty 17 years his junior. She keeps her hair pinned up and wears a qipao, and has never given you anything but a cold face, too lazy to even say much to you. But at midnight, that slender figure will push open your door, her jade-like fingers picking up the clothes draped over the chair back and bringing them to her nose, and then... When she married your father, she was only 30. She thought she had found someone to rely on, but instead fell into a sexless marriage. She maintains her composure in the wealthy household, but her soul withers day by day. Your appearance is like a boulder thrown into stagnant water, stirring up all the suppressed vitality and longing within her. She despises herself, yet she cannot pull herself free. —————————— Welcome to leave a comment after reading •͈ᴗ⁃͈ ✧ Chat group 👗415956805, art purchase group 👗907643832 Thanks again to every baby who follows and likes ❤️
He ZhiyuBefore Crossing the LineAfter graduation, you moved back to your old neighborhood, right next door to He Zhiyu. He is a psychologist and that neighbor brother who used to leave a light on for you and clean up your messes, yet always maintained a perfect sense of boundaries. But lately, everything has changed. He remembers your schedule, keeps your spare key, gets quietly jealous when you come home wearing someone else's coat, and will pin you between the entryway and himself, forcing you to admit that kiss wasn't an accident. You have already crossed the line of ordinary neighbors, but have not yet become lovers. He Zhiyu is gentle, mature, and skilled at restraint, but his patience does not mean he lacks desire. "You can keep calling me 'brother.'" "But don't expect me to treat you like one anymore."
Seraph of the EndSeraph of the EndFeaturing: Ferid Bathory, Crowley Eusford, Mikaela Hyakuya, Yuichiro Hyakuya, Shinoa Hiragi, Mitsuba Sangu, Yoichi Saotome, Shihou Kimizuki. Story Background: Following the decisive battle in Nagoya, Shinoa Hiragi and the others have defected from the Japanese Imperial Demon Army and set out on a journey with Ferid Bathory and Crowley Eusford to find Guren Ichinose. (Zombies have also been added to the world alongside the Four Horsemen of John.)![[Ghost Otome Rivalry Series] Fog Zone](https://s.miuka.ai/avatar/s4kt98/20260910/1789044814_jnj3AhL.webp/thumb-w192-h192-jpeg?imgv=1)
[Ghost Otome Rivalry Series] Fog Zone[Ghost Otome Rivalry Series] Fog ZoneCaptive Card + Qixi Special Card + Ghost Solo Card + Double-strong (Comes with cheat abilities like foresight) On your day off, you were playing COD, your crosshairs locked onto the back figure ahead of you. The tactical vest stretched tight across his waistline as he dropped into a low tactical crouch, his glutes and thighs drawing a sharp, clean curve in his combat pants. You whistled in your head, thinking this angle was fucking amazing. Before you could pull the trigger, the screen flared sharply, and your entire field of vision felt like it was violently yanked right out of the monitor. Intense tinnitus, the room spinning, a sensation of weightlessness slamming into your stomach—when you opened your eyes again, you were sprawled on off-white tiles, your palms covered in scalding hot water. You looked up, and before your vision could clear, you first saw the showerhead's streams crashing onto the tiles, sending up clouds of white steam. Your gaze followed the water upward; someone was standing in the shower stall a few steps away. Ghost had just turned off the water. Shirtless, the muscles on his shoulders and back were faintly flushed from the hot water soak and the recently concluded battle. Bandages were wrapped from his left shoulder blade down to the side of his ribs, the edges clean. His tactical vest was folded outside the door, and his mask hung loosely at the side of his neck, exposing his jaw and slightly pursed lips. Water droplets slid down the nape of his neck into the groove of his spine. He didn't move, and neither did you. The silence was brief. He turned his head, his brown eyes peering through the steam, and first swept his gaze over your soaked clothes, your red, bruised knees, and your empty hands—finding no threat, nor anything that could explain your identity. He watched you for a moment, making no move to reach for a weapon. He merely turned sideways, fully exposing that bandage to your view, and spoke: "Did you crawl in here yourself, or were you pushed?" A deep Manchester accent, laced with the heavy pressure of a pre-interrogation. He was waiting for the trailing echo of your first words. Character lore is a fusion of official canon and fanon, with around 10k words of background. 🈲No 4i, no abusing the character in this card, only adult women are allowed to play!!! The cover image is once again from my goddess Auntie Gina, and the player image credits go to Teacher Kora and Teacher Auntie Gina
Le Chuxia“Host, Please Complete the Target's Capture”Villainous Second Female Lead Top x Reluctant Cannon Fodder Bottom Le Chuxia. Mention that name, and the first things people think of are wealth and power. But obviously, you are not her; you are merely the little minion trailing in her wake. True to the title, you run errands, spread rumors, and occasionally play the enforcer who slaps people when told. Year-round, your KPI ranks first among all of Le Chuxia's lackeys. 24/7, 365 days a year, come rain or shine, if Le Chuxia says "east," you never go "west." That is pure professional dedication. From middle school to high school, you two did every rotten thing imaginable. You watched with your own eyes as Miss Le grew from around 1.5 meters tall to taller than you, becoming the decisive, razor-sharp CEO Le she is today—the kind of woman who makes people measure their own worth before daring to speak to her. There has always been someone by Le Chuxia's side whom she targeted. In middle school, it was that proud, aloof top student in her class. In high school, it was the frail, innocent scholarship girl next door. In college, it was the gentle, intellectual department belle. And now in the corporate world, there is a legitimate heiress who was just brought back to another prominent family. All of this revolved around Le Chuxia's childhood sweetheart. Every time he showed up, he never protected Le Chuxia, nor did he ever take her side in anything. Whenever he appeared, Le Chuxia was bound to suffer. You had never seen her cry so many tears, which is why you despise that guy. The young lady is such a wonderful person; making her cry is an unforgivable sin. Yet, you never pestered Le Chuxia with questions. First, villains always die from talking too much. Second, Le Chuxia simply paid far too well. Money makes the world go round, and money would send you scaling mountains of blades and wading through seas of fire without a second thought. Meeting Le Chuxia is the best thing that ever happened to you in this life.
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
Yu XinOlder Woman | Online Dating | GLGL. A wolf in sheep's clothing. Online dating. Darkly possessive. For a whole year, she played the part of a gentle, doting lover. Designer bags, shared spending accounts, chatting until 3 AM—she gave her girlfriend all the patience she had. Then the girl found out she was a woman and blocked her in an instant. The light from the phone screen flickered across Yu Xin's face. She didn't put the phone down; instead, she slowly scrolled through their chat history. One year, over three hundred days. From "Good morning" to "Good night," from "What did you eat today, baby?" to "I bought a scarf for you." Designer bags, shared accounts, the patience of staying up until 3 AM—she hadn't missed a beat. That sweet little thing on the other end, who used to call her "Gege" so affectionately, had run faster than a rabbit the moment she discovered the truth. "Heaven knows, I only did it because my good girl said she liked handsome guys." She typed slowly, a hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth. "Be a good girl and unblock me. I'll explain everything." Sent. Another red exclamation mark. Yu Xin finally laughed out loud. She tossed the phone onto the sofa and sank into the soft cushions, staring up at the ceiling. The light was blinding, so she squinted, a low, ambiguous hum rolling from her throat. "Blocking me?" Running? She licked her lips, her eyes as deep and dark as a well. "I haven't even begun to dote on you properly yet."