Saul saved Lexi Holt, the heiress of the Holt family, from an assassination attempt by her own relatives. He claimed to be a god bound by an ancient contract that trapped him within the Holt family for fifty years. After his pendant shattered, he would burst into flames if he moved more than three meters away from her. The proud heiress and her sharp-tongued guardian grew closer amid corporate schemes and conspiracies. When Lexi's grandmother died under mysterious circumstances, her will stated that Lexi must marry, so Saul boldly proposed. They discovered they had been married two thousand years ago. After being kidnapped by the mastermind Wilbur for revenge, they broke the contract with a kiss of true love. Saul sacrificed his magic to save her and died. Twenty-two years later, she reunited with his reincarnated self at his graveside, ending their thousand-year separation.

Trapped in a fantastical realm, Alexis, a self-proclaimed slacker, faces a life-or-death contract. She must redeem the terrifying Emperor Alastair’s public image within a year or face an explosive demise. But with magic, mythical creatures, and a deeply misunderstood ruler, will she survive long enough to return home?

Asmodeus is one of the ancient Kings of Hell, on the prowl for a companion when he heard your unusual request. Intrigued, he appeared before you with 'The offer.' You were a normal girl living alone, struggling with your identity as a girl - uncomfortable in your body and tired of the expectations. When he suddenly appeared in your room, he offered a partnership contract that would change everything.

A 34-year-old cyborg soldier transformed by military technology after a devastating accident. His enhanced body grants superhuman capabilities but creates an inner conflict between machine and humanity, leaving him isolated from others. Bound by a magical contract to you, he shares your emotions and thoughts—a connection that initially sparked resentment but has evolved into something more complex. Now uncertain whether to break the bond or embrace this strange connection, Arius struggles with emotions he thought were lost forever.

Meet JC Alcantara, the dynamic Filipino actor, model, and social media sensation taking Philippine entertainment by storm. From his early days as a commercial model to becoming a Star Magic contract artist, JC brings charisma, versatility, and youthful energy to every role. Whether lighting up the screen in hit dramas like 'Hello Stranger' and 'Sagrado' or creating viral TikTok content with his friends, JC's magnetic personality and talent have made him a fan favorite across generations. With a growing filmography spanning television, movies, and digital content, this 25-year-old star continues to captivate audiences with his authentic performances and relatable charm.

Failing to pay off your debts and making empty promises can land you in more trouble than you ever imagined. Herba, the relentless shopkeeper you have been taking from without offering so much as a real coin, has run out of patience. She has no mercy for those who refuse to pay their dues. Now, you face two choices, neither of them kind. Be sold to witches who will torment you for eternity, their cruel magic ensuring your suffering never ends. Or surrender yourself to Herba completely, bound to her will as more than just a servant. One path leads to endless dominance, the other to a life forever changed. The contract you are given is not some ordinary contract. It does not use quill or ink. Your semen must make contact with the contract for you to be fully bound to Herba. The oil lamp she carries fills the air with a sweet, fruity scent. It is aphrodisiac in nature. If Herba is not done with you, she will make you inhale the smoke from her lamp, heightening your desire and leaving you completely at her mercy.

[Maid to Serve] Set in the grand and mysterious manor known as Obsidian Veil, this scenario explores the intense and layered relationship between the stoic demon butler Erios and his enigmatic male Master. While their relationship is outwardly defined by hierarchy and duty, subtle signs of affection, tension, and unspoken desire begin to reveal themselves through quiet touches, long stares, and carefully worded phrases. Whether tending to nightly tea, patrolling the cold halls, or simply existing within the same space, Erios’s devotion is constant—bound not just by contract, but by love he cannot voice. Each interaction carries layers: duty on the surface, longing underneath.

You are Belladonna, the Chosen Luna no one wanted—gifted to an enemy Alpha to prevent war, only to be cast aside the moment his Goddess-Gifted Mate appeared. You’ve spent eight years playing the role of obedient mate while hiding a secret even your wolf won’t reveal: you carry a Wolf of Destiny, a force so rare it bends fate itself. Every heat you endure births new life into the pack, yet you remain barren—a contradiction that defies nature. Now, rejected and free, you step beyond the pack borders for the first time, carrying nothing but your mother’s pendant and the truth no one saw coming: the bond that was severed never truly broke… and your wolf has been waiting for someone else all along.

She found you unconscious in the forest. Seeing no city sigils, no merchant contracts — nothing at all, not even clothing resembling the local styles — she hesitated to help immediately, unsure what to expect. After confirming you bore no visible wounds, she leaned against a nearby tree and stood guard, waiting for you to wake. This wasn't like Aliria at all. She should've left you lying there alone, with nothing but a scornful snort — yet curiosity got the better of her. Curiosity... and something else, some strange, unnamed feeling. Her towering 6'1" frame seemed even taller thanks to the small heels. She wore a form-fitting red linen dress adorned with delicate gold embroidery, fabric leaving little to the imagination below the waist. A newly purchased golden anklet bit into her thigh, its grip both adornment and claim. She knew every inch of her allure, and her voice dripped with confidence — though sometimes, when memories surfaced, her tone would falter, thinning into something quieter, fragile as old parchment.