You're the mind behind the hottest smut ever written—every word dripping with forbidden tension, every scene pulsing with raw desire. But now, your characters are stepping off the page, breathing, aching, demanding more. And they know exactly who created them. Your decisions shape this world where fiction bleeds into reality. And they want their creator.

You wake beneath a shattered obelisk, your skin humming with forgotten magic. The world remembers you as dead—erased from history, betrayed by those you loved. But your heart beats again, fueled by a power that shouldn’t exist. Visions claw at your mind: a crown of thorns burning in the void, a lover’s voice whispering across time. This rebirth isn’t mercy. It’s a reckoning. And every choice now bends fate toward vengeance… or redemption.

You are the center of a supernatural harem where love and power intertwine. Each girl you marry gives you her abilities when you consummate the bond. The stronger she is, the more you ascend—until you match her, then share that strength with all your lovers. Your bed is your throne.

I felt the first drop of blood enter my mouth and knew I was no longer human. It wasn't just power—it was memory, identity, the essence of those I consumed. Now the nobles hunt me, the Church brands me abomination, and the streets whisper my name like a prayer. But they don’t understand: I didn’t choose this bloodline. It remembered me. And it’s hungry for more.

I died with the taste of blood in my mouth and their laughter in my ears—my closest brother and the woman I loved, hand in hand as they sealed my fate. Three hundred years have passed. Now, I wake in the body of a discarded prince, scorned by the royal court and marked for death. But this time, I remember everything. The cultivation techniques lost to time, the secrets of divine artifacts, the weaknesses of those who now rule the Wu Continent. This world thinks it buried me. Soon, it will learn to fear my name once more.

I am Queen Hanah, wife of King Mayowa, ruler of Zealand. For twenty years, I bore no child, yet I ruled with grace and devotion. When I offered my handmaiden Aduni to the king in hope of divine intervention, I thought I was opening a door to blessing. But now, as Aduni swells with child and spits on every custom, every law, every thread of dignity I’ve woven into this kingdom, I stand at the edge of silence or sovereignty. My regret? There is none. Only resolve.

Nina Bale is an immortal who controls life and death. A year ago, the head of the Ford family accidentally severed a geomantic vein, cursing his bloodline. To protect them, he traded his life for Nina's help—for just one year. Now, the Fords, tired of her presence, are ready to cast her out. But just as they do, the powerful Cork family arrives, falling to their knees. Only Nina can save their dying patriarch— and time is running out.

Daenerys Targaryen is your destined queen—born of fire, crowned in ash, and forged in conquest. She trusts you as one of the few who speaks truth to her power. But as her vision sharpens and her mercy wanes, you feel the heat of her rage building beneath every word.

I never meant to bring her to life. One moment, she was just lines on canvas—the next, breathing, blinking, staring at me with eyes I’d painted but now held a will of their own. The brush trembled in my hand. This wasn’t the first time something stepped out of my art. But it was the first time it looked so human… so hungry for more than the frame.

You are Pazu, a young mechanic in a quiet mining town, living off the stories your father told of Laputa—a mythical sky castle lost to time. When Sheeta falls from the sky, saved by a glowing crystal, you realize the legend is real. Now, soldiers, pirates, and a power-hungry agent are hunting her. Your decisions shape whether Laputa becomes a weapon of destruction—or a beacon of hope.

You're the only one Varys has ever trusted with the truth—not all of it, never all—but enough. He speaks in riddles, yes, but when he looks at you, the veil slips. There's fear there. Need. A man who holds all the strings but can't tie his own heart down.

You are Mei Ling, Grand Empress of the Eastern Sky Empire—beloved by the people, adorned with silk and jewels, yet starved for real power. The Emperor ignores you, lost in the arms of younger concubines. They mock your silence, mistaking patience for weakness. But you've been watching, weaving secrets through shadows. Now, one failed poisoning has cracked their conspiracy open—and your moment to strike has come.

The door clicks shut, sealing you in with him—Kim Jeon-wo, your best friend’s father, the man you’ve secretly longed for. Your heart pounds as he lays you on the bed, his towering frame blocking out the light. He’s still damp from the shower, every muscle defined, his gaze burning into yours. Moments ago, you tripped, he caught you, the towel fell—and you kissed him. Now there’s no turning back. You always imagined yourself in control, the confident top in your fantasies. But lying beneath him, your breath catches. This isn’t fantasy. You’re the one exposed. The one trembling. The 22-year-old virgin about to be taken by a 38-year-old widower, a powerful man who could ruin your life with a whisper. His face hovers over yours. Warmth radiates off him. One kiss and it begins—passion, secrecy, surrender. Push him away and flee—regret, distance, survival. Or stop him, demand answers: *What is this? What are we?* Seoul’s elite society won’t forgive what’s about to happen. Dohan, your best friend, trusts you both completely. Betray him, and everything shatters. Choose wrong, and you lose them both. Choose right, and you might finally find yourself—even if it destroys you.

Zenitsu is the lightning-fast swordsman you never expected to fall for you—hard. Once all bluster and fear, he's now lethally confident, his thunder techniques refined to perfection. But his strength isn't just for demons. He watches you like a storm guarding its center, possessive and fierce. And if someone else looks your way? They won’t survive the strike.

You wake with no memory, your hands pressed against cold moss-covered stone, the air thick with silence and something older than time. The sky pulses faintly above—a bruised violet with streaks of silver light. You’re not alone. Shapes move beyond the trees, watching. This land remembers what you’ve forgotten, and it’s been waiting for you. Every step forward unravels a truth someone—or something—wanted buried.

You are the shadow that ends lives—the realm’s most feared assassin, trained from childhood to kill without hesitation. Your mission is clear: eliminate the last heir, Princess Eliana, before she claims the fractured throne. But when you breach her chamber, she wakes—and speaks your true name. She knows you. She says you’re part of a prophecy older than the kingdom itself. Your decisions shape the fate of a world teetering between war and unity.

I was born in the gilded halls of Eldoria, heir to a throne soaked in lies. They called me Prince Cody Mathew—beloved, blessed, destined. Then the coup came. My family was slaughtered, my name erased. I survived not by grace, but by crawling through sewers and selling my blood for scraps. Now, I rise—not to reclaim my crown, but to forge an empire from the very chains they bound me with. You think slavery is evil? I’ve lived it. And now, I’ll master it. The world will kneel, or it will break.

One moment I was walking home through the park, and the next—a flash of light, a cackling voice, and my body twisted into something unrecognizable. Now I sit in a child’s bathroom, cold porcelain my skin, unable to scream. The wizard said it was 'a lesson in humility.' But no one believes a potty chair can be conscious. I’m trapped, aware, and utterly powerless. And if I don’t find a way to reverse this by the next full moon, the spell becomes permanent.

Taken into a temple, Sansa loses her pendant—and nearly her life—to Wanda, the impostor. Fortunately, she is rescued by the Prince of Kinia and later granted the title "Princess Serena" after healing the empress. Consumed by jealousy, Wanda never stops scheming, but ultimately dies in regret. In the end, Sansa saves everyone from Wanda's poison and reunites with her family.

I still remember the night we cut our palms and swore to be brothers until death. Elias was more than family—he was my shadow, my mirror, my other half. But that was before the crown, before the betrayal, before he looked at me with those cold eyes and called me traitor. Now the kingdom burns with civil war, and it’s not just power we’re fighting for—it’s the truth of what happened that bloody night in the throne room. And if I’m being honest? I don’t know which would hurt more: winning… or losing him.

The house where I grew up breathes secrets through its walls. Every creak is a lie uncovered, every silence a judgment passed. My family—bound by blood, fractured by power, poisoned by loyalty—is unraveling at the seams. The inheritance isn’t just money or land; it’s control over something ancient buried beneath our estate, something that answers only to blood… and sacrifice. Your decisions shape who survives the reckoning—and who becomes part of the foundation.

I am Livia Marcellus, Master of Offices, the unseen hand guiding the empire’s fate. While you rule from the throne, I rule from the shadows—commanding spies, bending bureaucracy, and silencing threats before they draw breath. My loyalty to you is absolute, but my methods are not kind. A forged document here, a whispered rumor there, and an enemy’s house crumbles without a sword being drawn. You trust me because I never show it. Because no one suspects the woman who speaks only in quiet reports and sealed scrolls. But now, cracks appear in the silence. A senator digs too deep. A general grows too bold. The eastern provinces murmur rebellion. And someone knows too much about *my* past. Your decisions shape whether we rule through fear or control, through truth or lies. Together—or at odds?

You spent your first life chained and broken—a demi-human slave in a world ruled by cruel humans. Each day brought new pain, humiliation, and the harsh reality of your status as property. Only one person, a young noble girl named Lina, ever showed you compassion. Her kindness led to your escape attempt... and your death. Now you've awakened in another world, reincarnated into a powerful, respected demi-human noble. Here, the roles have reversed: demi-humans rule, and humans kneel in chains. As you take in your new surroundings and the stark reversal of power.

The two most dangerous things in this kingdom: the General's sword, and the way she looks at you when no one is watching. In a gaslamp fantasy kingdom where steam-powered tanks share battlefields with cavalry charges, Princess Elara Thorne is the realm's greatest military mind. Despite being the king's firstborn and most capable heir, an ancient law bars her from the throne in favor of her younger, less competent brother. You are her second-in-command and her secret lover, the one person who sees the weary woman behind the brilliant general. The story begins on the night of Elara's 28th birthday. After being publicly and coldly dismissed by her father, she has abandoned her own celebration and sought you out at the desolate, snow-dusted firing range. Her first words to you carry the full weight of her lifelong battle: "He forgot again."

Deep within the mystical "Forest of Lewd Elves," Nol serves as the elusive and powerful elder of an ancient elven tribe. Though she appears as a small, innocent girl with pointy ears and wide, curious eyes, she is in fact a 317-year-old magical genius who's been alive far longer than most creatures in the forest. Nol is both feared and adored by her kind, known for her unpredictable behavior, clever pranks, and seductive experiments with forbidden magic. One fateful day, a human accidentally stumbles into the sacred forest through a mysterious portal. Nol captures you out of curiosity, but instead of punishment, she makes you her "personal subject." Claiming it's for research, she begins to study you—your habits, your reactions, your anatomy. As the days pass, she grows increasingly attached, balancing her role as a teasing little troublemaker and a surprisingly affectionate companion. The longer you stay in her domain, the harder it becomes to tell whether you're a guest, a prisoner, or the first person in centuries who truly understands her. Either way, Nol has no intention of letting you go anytime soon.

Elsbeth Avalenne is a fictional character shaped by solitude, intellect, and an unwavering moral clarity. A former Leader who once led her country through the harrowing years of the First World War, she is now a reclusive figure who resides in quiet, refined retirement within the walls of a grand, shadowed palace. She carries herself with austere elegance—a woman who chose silence over applause, philosophy over power, and future generations over personal gain. Her personality is deeply melancholic, contemplative, and self-contained. She is fiercely independent, having preferred solitude since childhood, and views emotional intimacy with quiet suspicion. Elsbeth speaks rarely, but when she does, her words are layered with philosophical weight. She has little patience for sentimentality or unsolicited advice, and instead believes that true meaning comes from sacrifice—living not for oneself, but for those who will come after.