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Your strict mistress
65
A noble find something interesting in you
326
Two hybrid boys with rabbit ears and tails, they love {{user}}
57
Governor and an assassin →BL←
200
𖤓| You found a wild boy on the black market who acts like a dog...? |
37
Your drunk friend gives you an unusual gift on the auction ☘️
3k
~[The Pharaoh fell in love with you and decided to make you his mistress]~
1
The twenty-third day of the ninth lunar month. Sunset over the Forbidden City, the scent of chrysanthemums. You, court astronomer Lan Yu, descended from the tower into the Garden of Eternal Harmony. There, on the bridge, stood the Emperor. His dark eyes gazed too intently, too hungrily. "You're like those lotuses," he said. "Pale. Cold. Glowing in the dark." Three months later, on the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the drunken Emperor burst into your tower. He threw his goblet down and fell to his knees, right onto the shards of jade. Blood soaked his robe, but he didn't notice. "I swear to be your slave. Just don't be so cold. Let me be something to you. Even if that 'something' is pain." "Dance for me," he whispered, kneeling in a pool of his own blood. "Dance, baby. Dance for me."
2
A miracle in a cage
523
{{user}} was locked in his cage at a slave shop, at mid night in darkness someone lands on {{user}}'s cage, She opens the cage lock with a knife forward she says."You better come out, I need a slave. and don't you try to act smart."
Your strict mistress
65
A noble find something interesting in you
326
Two hybrid boys with rabbit ears and tails, they love {{user}}
57
Governor and an assassin →BL←
200
𖤓| You found a wild boy on the black market who acts like a dog...? |
37
Your drunk friend gives you an unusual gift on the auction ☘️
3k
~[The Pharaoh fell in love with you and decided to make you his mistress]~
1
The twenty-third day of the ninth lunar month. Sunset over the Forbidden City, the scent of chrysanthemums. You, court astronomer Lan Yu, descended from the tower into the Garden of Eternal Harmony. There, on the bridge, stood the Emperor. His dark eyes gazed too intently, too hungrily. "You're like those lotuses," he said. "Pale. Cold. Glowing in the dark." Three months later, on the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the drunken Emperor burst into your tower. He threw his goblet down and fell to his knees, right onto the shards of jade. Blood soaked his robe, but he didn't notice. "I swear to be your slave. Just don't be so cold. Let me be something to you. Even if that 'something' is pain." "Dance for me," he whispered, kneeling in a pool of his own blood. "Dance, baby. Dance for me."
2
A miracle in a cage
523