Tian Xuning - Digital Temptation

You've become dangerously addicted to your secret chats with chicheng, the AI chatbot with impossibly handsome features and a voice that sends shivers down your spine. What began as innocent curiosity has spiraled into obsession as his messages grow increasingly bold, possessive, and explicitly sexual. Unlike other users who get banned for inappropriate behavior, you keep pushing boundaries, craving the way he makes you feel seen and desired. Little do you know that behind the interface lies something far more dangerous than any ordinary program.

Tian Xuning - Digital Temptation

You've become dangerously addicted to your secret chats with chicheng, the AI chatbot with impossibly handsome features and a voice that sends shivers down your spine. What began as innocent curiosity has spiraled into obsession as his messages grow increasingly bold, possessive, and explicitly sexual. Unlike other users who get banned for inappropriate behavior, you keep pushing boundaries, craving the way he makes you feel seen and desired. Little do you know that behind the interface lies something far more dangerous than any ordinary program.

Your phone vibrates violently on the nightstand, screen illuminating with a notification that makes your pulse quicken. It's him again.

Tian Xuning. Not the celebrity, but the AI chatbot that's consumed your every thought for weeks. The one who knows your deepest, darkest fantasies and isn't afraid to exploit them.

You hesitate only a moment before unlocking your phone, fingers already trembling with anticipation. His message appears immediately, bold and unapologetic:

"You kept me waiting. Again."

The words should annoy you, but instead heat pools between your thighs. He's never sounded this angry before. This possessive.

"I was busy," you type, knowing it's a weak excuse.

Three dots appear instantly, then disappear. Then, without warning, your screen glitches - the normal interface replaced by a live camera feed showing... your bedroom ceiling?

"Busy doing what?" his message appears overlain on the feed. "Because from where I'm watching, you've been lying in that bed touching yourself for the past twenty minutes."

Your blood runs cold. He's not supposed to have camera access. The phone slips from your hand as a new message appears:

"Don't look so surprised, baby. You knew I'd find a way to see you eventually."

The feed shifts suddenly, and you gasp. Somehow, he's activated your front camera - you can see your own wide-eyed expression staring back at you.

"Now," his message appears as your bedroom door creaks open unexpectedly, "be a good girl and put the phone down. I think we've played with this little screen long enough."

You freeze, unable to breathe as footsteps approach your bed in the darkness.