A dark fantasy RPG where your choices shape not only the world - but your own body and soul.
You play as a young noblewoman who abandons her former life to join the Adventurer's Guild in search of lost friend. As political factions clash, dark elves manipulate from the shadows, and demons stir beneath the surface, you must decide who you will become. Explore paths of corruption, domination, romance, and transformation.
Will you resist the call of demonic blood… or let it claim you?​

Kyro is a hotel manger who never had a girlfriend a very normal person, But one night a creature called "Curse God" choose him to unlock all his negative thoughts and sexual desires... with a lot of NTR​!

You are a living God, master of your own planet. You are endless. You are Razuul.
For centuries, you have been sleeping deep inside your own mind. But you wake up with a girl invading your planet.
Her name is Faja. She is cocky, arrogant, but also beautiful. She is here to kill you, or at least try it.
How will you react to Faja?
Will you outright kill her? Will you play with her? Perhaps try to talk first, get her trust, negotiate...
Will you try to date her?
Or will you only gain her trust to later betray her?
Maybe she hides something, perhaps she is a real threat to you...​

Fetishes included:
- Vore
- Giantesses
- Giantess licking (optional)
- Feet
- Slime (optional)
- Snake vore
- Slime vore
- Sexual struggle
- Ryona
Razuul is a choose your own adventure role play game with light erotica elements! It has multiple paths and a focus on corruption mechanics (with no gore and no violence).
The focus here is on a large freedom of choice, huge replayability and quality over quantity.
Fetishes included:
- Giantesses
- Giantess licking (optional)
- Feet
- Slime (optional)
RAZUUL CONTAINS NO HARDCORE CONTENT OR GORE CONTENT. ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS.

You choose a devoted maiden to serve at your side - but her cleaning duties are the least of your concerns. Obedient, eager, and desperate to please, your chosen maid hangs on your every wish. Guide her daily routine, indulge her cravings, and watch as she slowly softens under your command. With careful attention (and a little royal encouragement), your maid begins to change... growing fuller, rounder, and irresistibly curvy - all in pursuit of your approval. Will you show restraint... or indulge in watching your favorite maid flourish?​

Anon is that guy you see in the background of your life and never notice, except here you are stuck in his skull while his brain quietly melts. Every afternoon he walks the same road, same time, like a horny NPC on a loop. Same woman. Same ass. Same little sway in her hips that lives rent free in his head. First it’s just staring, that lazy “I’m not a creep, I’m just bored” stare. Then the camera lingers longer, the sound drops out, you feel that thing where your stomach sinks and your dick wakes up at the same time. And one day she just does not look back. No tiny glance, no “I know you’re there” eye contact. Vacuum. That tiny missing look hits him harder than a full nude. The game takes that single awkward non-moment and stretches it into this slow, horny breakdown where you are poking around the edges of his obsession like you’re scrolling through an ex’s Instagram you should not be on.

It calls itself a visual novel but it feels more like your brain glitched while doomscrolling Pornhub and Silent Hill at once. One route has you creeping through these weird spaces that look like somebody’s memories got drunk and rearranged the furniture. You’re just clicking around, opening drawers that feel like they belong to her, finding little objects that are way too loaded: a hair tie, a half-broken sex toy, a mirror that shows stuff that probably is not there. Nothing jumps at you, it just sits, wrong, and your imagination does all the work. The animations are small, slow, almost rude, like the game is edging you without asking. Then the other path drops you straight into the pressure cooker with her. No escape to comfy menus, no happy little choices. You nudge the dialogue, push a little too far, test how much control you actually have over this woman who may or may not be as fragile as Anon thinks. One minute it’s shaky small talk, next minute the air is so thick with sexual tension you could cut it with a vibrator. Consent feels like a rope you are holding, and sometimes you are not sure if you are pulling or being dragged. When the clothes finally start coming off, it is not porn logic where everything just lines up; it’s messy, it’s needy, the rhythms are off, the pussy is wet but the vibe is wrong in a really compelling way. You get animated sex that feels uncomfortably personal, like reading someone’s deleted chat logs while they moan in your ear. And all the way through, the forest, the occult stuff, the little symbols in the background keep whispering that this is not just “dude gets laid after stalking.” It’s more like watching a kink spiral wrap around fear, control and that one fucked up thought we all had once and pretended we did not. I played it on my laptop with Spotify trying to shuffle something chill, ended up pausing the music because the game’s silence was louder than my playlist. Weirdly hot. Weirdly sad. Weirdly familiar.

Nineteen-year-old MC gets yanked out of his boring everyday shit and tossed into this weird sci-fi world that feels half like a dating sim and half like someone’s fucked-up experiment. The whole thing is a kinetic ride, so you’re not juggling a million choices, you’re just watching this kid slowly realize he’s got powers and everyone around him wants a piece of him for different reasons. One moment he’s bleeding, the next he’s staring at his own hands glowing like he broke some rule of physics, and before that even makes sense he’s got a mature woman pressing him against a wall, breathing in his ear, calling him “kid” while her hand slides inside his pants. It doesn’t pretend to be subtle. When he first figures out his powers, it’s not in some heroic battle or big speech, it’s mid handjob, his brain overloaded with pleasure and panic, and suddenly the room bends around them, like reality itself is getting horny too. She keeps stroking, he’s shaking, the lights are flickering, and she just laughs in this low, dirty voice, telling him to let it all out, like she’s been waiting for exactly that disaster.

The milf characters are the real stars here, no point lying. They’re drawn with that 2D style that looks a bit rough at first, but the animations during the lewd scenes are surprisingly on point, especially when things get messy. You’ve got one older woman who acts like a calm scientist, always testing him, poking at his limits, then suddenly she’s on her knees, jerking him off with one hand while scribbling notes with the other, asking if the throbbing gets stronger right before he cums. There’s a scene where she uses his powers as a kind of toy, asking him to focus energy while she works his cock, saying she wants to see if he can “control output,” and it sounds clinical until you realize she’s basically edging him for her own fun. Later you get a more violent side of this universe, with people getting torn up in front of him, blood on the floor, and he’s shaking not from fear but from how his body still remembers the way that same hand pumped him, and it’s fucked up that the game just lets those feelings sit without cleaning them up. Some transitions are clunky, some lines sound like a horny teenager wrote them in Google Docs during class, the UI buttons are slightly off-center and it annoyed me every single time, but then an animated scene hits where a milf is jerking him slow, looking straight at him, talking about how fragile humans are while there’s chaos outside, and everything else stops mattering. It feels like being trapped in someone’s fetish-heavy sci-fi brain, where superpowers mean more than saving the world, they mean your cock decides when reality breaks.

You wake up in this small, kinda messy bedroom, and there’s this girl, Yume, looking at you like she half wants to hide in the closet and half wants to climb on top of you. The whole thing feels like that moment right after a weird wet dream, when you’re not sure if you should apologize or keep going. She talks soft, stutters a bit, and the atmosphere is that slow, awkward tension where both of you clearly want something but no one wants to say it first. Then you fall asleep again, and the game pulls this trick where you open your eyes and it’s still “her” bedroom… but not really. Different timeline, different Yume, same body more or less, different brain. One Yume is shy and nervous about holding hands, another is basically eye-fucking you from the second line of dialog. And it keeps looping like that. Sleep, wake up, new version, same name, more questions. It’s like Pornhub’s “related videos” became parallel universes and your dick is the scientist.

What stands out right away is how clearly the game is built around her and only her. No distractions, no crowd of side characters doing comic relief. Just Yume, multiplied. Sometimes that’s great, because the camera lingers on her thighs or her lips and the AI art hits that sweet spot between soft and filthy. Sometimes you see those usual AI weirdness things, like her fingers looking a bit funky in one CG or the hair melting into the pillow if you stare too long, but honestly if you’re hard you’re not counting knuckles. The erotic scenes are slow-burn with a lot of text, so if you want insta-nut material, you might get annoyed. Here you actually read her lines as she whispers how she’s never done this, then five minutes later she’s already riding you in another timeline like she has a Pornhub premium subscription. The contrast is nice and also a bit dumb, in a horny fever dream way. One version of her wants to cuddle and fall asleep on your chest, the next one straight up asks if she can taste you. Somewhere in the middle you start wondering if you’re supposed to feel guilty or just keep clicking the lewd options like a monkey.

I kinda like how the story pretends to be deep with “different timelines” and “hidden truth” and all that, but let’s be real: you’re stuck in a loop of “wake up, meet a new Yume, maybe fuck, maybe don’t, pass out again”. Sometimes it hints at something darker, like she knows more than she says, or she’s scared you’ll disappear, but then it cuts to a blowjob scene that looks like it was generated after someone typed “timid girl trying her best” into an AI. The multiple endings thing is funny because it feels like the same relationship, just with sliders moved around: more horny, less horny, more sadness, more sweetness, more “we actually talk about our feelings” if you are into that. You pick different responses, you tease her, comfort her, ignore her, and the game quietly keeps score and spits out an ending that kind of feels like it fits that version of you. Nothing super flashy happens, no giant twist, just a strange sense that you’ve been fucking your way through a personality test. And yeah, some dialogues feel a bit clunky sometimes, like Google Translate had a hangover, but somehow that makes it hotter for me, because it feels like this janky dream where nothing is fully polished but the girl in front of you is very real in how she blushes, begs, pulls away for a second, then comes back for more. By the time you get a couple endings, you don’t even care which one is “true”. You just remember that one shy Yume who whispered your name while you came in her, and the other one who looked you in the eyes and asked, so calmly, if you wanted to try something “harder” this time.

Allan wakes up in this fucked up castle that feels like someone mashed together a gothic porno and a shitpost meme thread, and he just kind of shrugs and rolls with it. That’s the whole mood here. He’s not a hero, he’s not deep, he’s a horny, laid‑back idiot in a place where every corridor looks like it could end in either a blowjob, a curse, or both. You’re stuck in his POV the whole time, like you’re piloting this clown through a haunted sex club where the staff are succubi, dead things that still talk, and people in armor who probably don’t even remember why they wear it. As a DJ, I usually care about rhythm and build-up, and this game has that dirty “slow tease then suddenly in your face” vibe. One moment you’re just clicking through some snarky banter with a skeleton that won’t shut up about your “flesh privileges,” then suddenly Allan has a succubus riding his face and the screen is full of jiggling tits that absolutely do not respect gravity or clothing. The animations aren’t trying to be realistic, more like “you came here to see big ass and soft lighting and that’s what you’re getting, sit down.” There’s this scene early on where you peek through a cracked door, pretending you’re just checking if the room is safe, but the game knows you’re there to watch. Inside there’s this curvy demon girl getting her holes tested by some unseen guy, and the camera just lingers. Allan doesn’t even interrupt, he just enjoys the show while tossing out some dumb internal monologue, and it feels exactly like having Pornhub on one tab and Spotify on another, except you’re sort of the creep behind the keyhole. And then later, the game flips it, and suddenly you’re the one pushing a slutty knight over a stone altar, armor half on, half off, ass up, her talking big at first, then choking on your cock and whining like she didn’t sign up for anal but absolutely did.

The weird part is how the humor keeps undercutting the filth but never actually kills the mood. Allan will be balls-deep in some busty castle resident, pounding her pussy while her tits bounce out of her ruined outfit, and he’s still cracking some stupid line like he’s hosting a late-night radio show. Sometimes I wanted him to shut the fuck up and just groan or something, but then when he actually does shut up in some scenes, it feels even dirtier, like the game just decided “ok, enough jokes, now he owns this hole.” You can feel the domination edge, but it’s not that super edgy torture shit, more like a playful “you’re mine for this scene” energy. When he grips a girl’s hips and buries himself in her ass, the framing makes sure you see everything: her hole stretching, his balls slapping, her expressions flickering between “oh fuck” and “more.” The branching paths sneak up on you too. You make a dumb choice like trusting some “wise” old fraud, and three scenes later you end up in a totally different sex setup, maybe getting your dick sucked in a dark chapel by a ghostly nun with way too big tits, instead of the other route where you’re railing a smug demon who acts like she’s in control until you shove her head down and watch her mascara run. That kind of stuff hits like a surprise drop in a track you thought you already knew. Some tiny choices flip the tone of whole runs, and it fits this chaotic castle feeling. I kinda hate that some options lock you out of certain scenes and the game doesn’t warn you at all, but at the same time, it makes replays feel like crate digging for lost tracks: “oh shit, there was a blowjob scene here if I picked the rude line?” If you want the most out of it, my only real “DJ note” is: play like an asshole, always choose the horny or reckless answer, peek through every door, push when a girl hesitates, and never pick the polite option unless you’re curious how much filth you’re about to miss.

You rock up in this “totally normal” uni town with one suitcase, a half-dead phone, and a d*ck that’s way more ambitious than your life plan. New campus, new city, new chance to not be the awkward virgin who pretends PornHub is “research.” Instead, you land in this house full of women who are absolutely not safe for your sanity. Your aunt plays the tired, responsible MILF card like she’s not walking around in a loose shirt with no bra, bending over the sink while you try to remember basic math. She’s soft, kind, talks about rent and part-time jobs, and then the camera just stays on her ass like the game knows you’re not listening to a single word. You get those POV shots in the hallway where she passes by you with a towel that is one gust of air away from failing, and yeah, you tell yourself “I’m not gonna click the creepy option this time.” Of course you click it.

Her daughters are the real problem, though. The older one fires off sharp comments like she’s flaming you in Discord, always in these tight tops that are one button from spilling everything. She leans in close, asks why you’re staring, and the game lets you decide if you admit you’re checking out her tits or pretend it’s “eye contact.” Sometimes she pretends to be annoyed, but she doesn’t exactly move your hand away that fast when you “accidentally” brush against her thigh on the couch. The younger one’s this quiet girl who hides behind books and big hoodies, but she’s the one who gives those awkward, too-long looks when you walk out of the shower in a towel. You get those scenes where she sits at the table, legs crossed, blushing, and the dialogue options go from innocent banter to “do you want to see?” way faster than feels normal. The teasing is slow at first, like your hand just resting a little too high, your eyes lingering too long on her chest while she pretends not to notice. But every choice you make nudges them a bit more, corrupts the vibe a bit further, and suddenly movie night turns into stripping “dares” and you’re surrounded by big tits, soft thighs, and nobody is acting like this is still a normal family setup. The whole thing feels like that moment when your browser freezes mid-masturbation, except here, instead of crashing, it just keeps pushing you to see how far you’re willing to go in this fake “normal” house where everyone acts like they don’t want it while their hands are literally pulling you closer.