Dark-themed roleplaying visual novel set in a dystopian walled city. You make choices that shape who you become, good protector, evil abuser, manipulator, or something in between. Build relationships and train characters, explore a world where people are bought and sold, and decide how far you're willing to go to survive.​

The game tracks your decisions. Who you protect. Who you use. Whether you break someone with cruelty or build them back up with patience.

Features:
- 16,000+ words.
- Moral choice system — your decisions shape who you become
- Four women with independent relationship paths
- NTR and corruption paths that only happen if you let them(planned for future)
- Slave training — kind, neutral, or cruel(planned for future)
- Animated scenes with video and sound
- Customizable protagonist name and relationships
- Day/night exploration across multiple locations

You know that feeling when you’re watching Star Wars and your brain just quietly whispers “yeah but what if everyone stopped pretending to be noble and just started fucking”? This game basically lives in that whisper. You’re not some heroic Jedi on a moral journey, you’re the guy who got tired of the Jedi Council’s bullshit and decided, nah, I’m taking what I want. The whole thing is set up like you’ve got your own secret corner of the galaxy, a place where captured Jedi and highborn girls end up chained, collared, and very naked, and you decide if they leave walking or crawling… or not leaving at all. It’s parody, yeah, but it’s the kind of parody done by someone who clearly spent too long pausing scenes of Ahsoka stretching and thinking very specific thoughts.

First time Ahsoka shows up in your “collection”, I honestly expected some lazy click-next scene. Instead I’m fiddling with different toys, choosing if I keep her mouth full or her ass full, and the game just lets me push it further, like it keeps asking quietly “you sure you’re done?” You can slap her around, force her to suck you while you play with her lekku, make her gag on it, then flip her over and go from oral to anal so fast it feels mean in the best way. The male protagonist here isn’t pretending to be gentle. This guy is pure control, using restraints, gags, sometimes just his hands on their throat while he drives them into the bed. Padme tries to act proud at first, all queen posture, then you’ve got her on her knees, mascara ruined, swallowing a creampie that slid out after you fucked her raw. Bo-Katan is worse, or better, depending on taste. She talks shit and you answer by tying her up in a way that would make a real dominatrix nod, then you just keep filling her, front and back, while she’s forced to watch herself get used.

The game leans into group stuff in a way that actually feels dirty. You line up Aayla and Barriss together, both on their knees, your cock in one mouth and your fingers buried in the other girl’s pussy, and there’s a point where you can just decide, yeah, everyone gets their holes busy tonight. Multiple penetration isn’t some “wow special feature”, it’s just what happens when you’re greedy. There’s this one scene where you’ve got a girl sitting on your dick, another riding your face, your hand wrapped around the first one’s throat while you force the second one to piss on your chest like you’re some depraved altar, and the game doesn’t blink, it just keeps going, like “sure, that too”. Sometimes it feels a bit much, like the pacing goes from zero to “Jedi gangbang with toys and cum dripping everywhere” in two clicks, but then you’re pressing the next option anyway, because you want to see if she breaks or begs or both. And yeah, it’s rough, it’s not pretending to be romantic, but when you’re balls deep in a crying Padawan who still clenches around you when she cums, with your last creampie leaking down her thighs, you kinda stop caring about pacing and just enjoy the dark little corner of the galaxy you’ve built for yourself.

You play this rich, smug bastard who looks like he owns half the city, but his dick basically belongs to his mistresses. Money, power, fancy office, whatever… none of it matters, because your cock only wakes up when some cruel woman is laughing at you and tightening your chastity cage. The whole thing feels like someone made a visual novel out of every “please step on me, mommy” post on Twitter, but with enough bite that it doesn’t feel like a joke. It starts off sort of normal: classy apartment, the four mistresses already in your life, each with a different style of evil. One is cold and elegant, one is bratty and loud, one acts like a sweet big sister while she ruins you, and one just straight up treats you like her personal toy. They all know you’re a masochist. They all weaponize it. One minute you’re kneeling in the living room while your cock is locked and throbbing, listening to them argue about who gets to “train” you tonight. Next minute the screen cuts to you in panties and stockings, crawling across the floor while they talk about you like you’re a pet that pees on the carpet.

The pacing is weird in a good way. Some scenes are slow and mean, like a long, cold shower where you never get warm. They tease you with feet, with denial, with that humiliating “good boy / bad sissy” talk, and just when you think it’s going to finally let you cum, it switches to a different mistress who decides you don’t deserve release yet. There is a lot of reading, and sometimes it drags, like when the dialogue keeps looping on the same humiliation lines while you’re just waiting for the next CG to pop. One training session has you bent over in a lacy maid dress, ass exposed, while the “kind” mistress explains how real men are useless and pretty sissies like you exist to please them. That scene hits hard, since the camera detail focuses on the reddening ass and the smug little smile on her face. But then another scene uses almost the same angle and it feels a bit recycled, like they ran out of time and copied stuff. The denial segments where you get locked in chastity for “several days” in game, only to get teased with anal play and no release, are brutal and kind of hot, but the click-next pacing sometimes kills the intensity. I had one moment where the text box bugged and repeated a line about licking her heels three times in a row, and I honestly thought it was part of the degradation. It wasn’t. Still made me laugh.

There is a nice mix of femdom flavors. You get feet shoved in your face, lipstick marks on your ruined underwear, pegging scenes where the mistress holds your hips and tells you real men don’t moan like that. Some routes push hard into sissy territory, with forced crossdressing, shopping for lingerie while the mistress whispers in your ear about how you look more fuckable than the cashiers. Other times, it leans more into strict domination, with ropes, toys, and that sharp humiliation where they make you thank them for every slap and every denied orgasm. The harem thing is fun because they’re not competing for your love, they’re competing for your suffering. They talk over you, plan your next “lesson” while you just kneel and stare at the floor, and the story acts like this is your perfect life. It actually is kind of charming in a twisted way. Just don’t expect control. You’re not the one playing the game, they are, and you’re the quest reward. If you’re into being the pathetic, obedient toy who can’t even get hard without a woman’s boot on his neck, this thing crawls inside your brain pretty fast. Just remember to keep one hand free for the mouse, because these mistresses really don’t like you finishing when you want.

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Tifa locked up in some fucked up dairy lab is already a wild idea, but this game leans into it in a way that feels almost too specific, like the dev has been thinking about this for years while pretending to answer emails. You’re not just “milking” her, you’re basically doing cruel tit-physics experiments on her chest with a stupidly thin rope that looks like it came from a cheap hardware store, and somehow that makes it hotter. Her boobs are massive, heavy, shiny with that soft latex reflection, and then you start looping that string around them, tighter and tighter, and the game really wants you to stare and think, “yeah, they’re way too big, let’s see how far this goes.” I actually paused at one point just to rotate the camera a bit and watch how the skin dents where the rope cuts in. That tiny detail kind of owns my brain now and I’m annoyed about it.

The best part is how mean it feels without going full edgy nonsense. She’s tied up, arms trapped, torso locked, legs mostly useless, and she keeps squirming like she honestly believes she can pull away from you. Every time the rope bites deeper, she tenses, nipples twitch, and then that first spurt of milk hits and you get this messy, creamy arc that’s half hot, half “wow, this is actually kind of gross” which of course just makes it hotter again. The breast expansion stuff isn’t some magic “boobs suddenly +3 levels” jump, it creeps in slowly. You rub, squeeze, press, and after a while you notice her chest is just… taking over the screen. I liked how the milking pressure feels like a rhythm game without the game screaming it at you. You push it too far, she whimpers, rope digs in, milk splashes over her latex, and you’re like, ok, maybe I should stop. Then you don’t. I wish they had an option to stain the latex permanently and track it, like a “how badly did you use her today” meter, but whatever, they didn’t, and now I’m stuck thinking about it every time I open the game tab next to Twitter and Discord.

Tifa herself feels familiar and twisted at the same time. She’s clearly the same big-boobed brawler everyone knows from other games and mods, but here she’s just a busty cow toy, and the story doesn’t pretend otherwise. She hates being treated like that, calls herself not a cow, complains, whines, gets embarrassed when the milk keeps gushing anyway, and that mix of shame and forced pleasure really hits the kink. There’s this one moment where you have the rope wrapped almost to the point of leaving marks, and the game lets you mash the pressure a bit more. She’s breathing hard, cheeks flushed, eyes half-wet, and milk is literally spraying in short, sharp bursts like squeezed frosting. I laughed out loud because it looked ridiculous, then immediately replayed the same bit to see if I could sync her cries with the spurts. The torture angle is there, but it’s more about dragging out her helplessness than just hurting her. You’re not breaking bones, you’re overworking nipples until they can’t stop leaking. I will say the sound mix is a mess on one of the milking loops, there’s this tiny click in the audio that kept pulling me out, and I got irrationally pissed because I couldn’t un-hear it after noticing. But then she arches her back, breasts swollen and roped so tight you can almost feel the weight through the screen, and yeah, suddenly that little sound bug doesn’t matter anymore, even though it still kind of does and I won’t drop it.

Tifa walks into this warped little milk factory like she owns the place, all attitude, all muscle, and all tits barely fitting into that outfit everyone already knows by heart. Except here she’s not throwing punches. Here she’s the “secret agent” who got way too cocky, caught, strapped into some nasty looking restraints, and turned into company property. The whole vibe is this twisted parody where Final Fantasy logic just said “fuck it” and left the room. One second she’s sneaking around like some overconfident spy, next second she’s locked up in some industrial contraption that looks half lab, half porn studio, with every device clearly built to do one thing to her: turn her into a dripping, shaking fucktoy that still thinks she’s too proud to moan. That doesn’t last long.

The game keeps it simple in a really dirty way. No long story dump, no complex controls. You just stare at Tifa bound there, her big tits pushed up and out, nipples already hard before anything even touches her, and you wait for those little green prompts to pop into view. Hit one at the right time and the factory comes alive around her. Clamps snap shut, machines hum, hoses slide in, some steel frame pulls her legs open wider than any normal stretch, and suddenly this cocky brawler is getting her body used like premium breeding stock. It’s that kind of 3D digital hentai where you can almost feel the weight of her chest bouncing when the machine thrusts pick up speed, milk beading at the tips, then spilling, then just pouring like the plant just connected her to a production quota. Sometimes she’s giving you this furious glare like she wants to punch your face through a wall, but her hips are grinding into the restraints at the same time, and the game doesn’t pretend it’s anything except cruel, heavy BDSM focused right on her tits and every hole the plant decides to open.

The good part is how the scenes layer on each other. You hit one green button, something starts, then another one appears while she’s already gasping, and suddenly she’s got a pump locked to each breast, a thick shaft working her from below, and another device pushing into her mouth until her eyes go glossy. The sound design is way filthier than it needs to be, all wet sucking noises and the slap of skin when her huge chest smacks against her own body with every thrust. She’ll twitch when the milking rhythm changes, like the machine is “testing output,” and it keeps going past the point where she would ever agree to it. Sometimes the animations loop a bit awkward, like the devs just shrugged and moved on, but honestly it kinda fits the whole underground bootleg parody mood. It’s like you opened a secret side door in Midgar and found the real reason the milk plant is so productive. And yeah, the spy stuff barely matters after the first minute. She’s tough, she’s proud, she’s supposed to be unbreakable, but after a few cycles of those industrial pumps dragging every last drop out of her, Tifa’s entire world is just being used, filled, squeezed, and sent right back into the system.

Push open the creaky entrance to a dark BDSM den and a voluptuous dominatrix in crisp attire will greet you, her presence impossible to ignore. The challenge? Pick the right words from three options to keep her interested and unlock your passage.

Rachel, the dark-haired temptress with curves that defy gravity, waits eagerly to explore some seriously kinky adventures tonight.

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You drop into this thing and it’s basically “what if someone took all the Tifa porn from your search history, mashed it with a bad interrogation sim, and said yeah, that’s the plot now.” The girl is clearly rocking that Tifa vibe: big tits almost rude in how they bounce when she struggles, tight body, that slightly smug face that screams “I’m not going to talk, no matter how hard you rail me.” Of course the whole game exists just to prove her wrong. Story is simple: she’s a spy, you’re the asshole with all the toys, and the point is to break her without ever giving her a real break. No fake romance, no dumb “secret soft side,” just straight up torture porn dressed as interrogation. It’s kind of refreshing, in a morally fucked way.

The core is that little control panel setup where you pick your “sex weapons” and decide what to do to her next. There’s this nice rhythm when you start chaining stuff: first you clamp some gadget on her pussy, watch the animation kick in as she strains against the restraints, then you crank intensity and your brain just goes yeah okay, we’re doing this now. The game really leans into the whole milking fantasy too. One moment you’re focused on her pussy, then suddenly her tits are front and center, dripping and shaking while she bites her lip and pretends she still has secrets to keep. There’s that fucked up blessed vibe going on, like some holy punishment ritual except you’re the priest and the god and the perv at the same time. Honestly, the most fun part is testing where her “breaking point” is, not because the game tracks it cleverly, but because you get curious: what if I keep this toy on a bit longer, or stack it with that other one, will she crack or just cum harder. Half the time she looks like she’s about to faint and then she moans like she’s getting converted to some horny religion. The domination angle is strong, no pretense of equality, just you clicking away like a bored dungeon keeper with a hard-on. It’s messy, a bit clunky, some loops repeat too fast, a sound stutters once and ruins the moment, there’s one facial expression that looks like she smelled bad cheese instead of pain or pleasure, and yet when you’re in full torture mode, swapping toys on her pussy, riding that line between hurting her and making her gush, you forget all that and just keep pushing for one more reaction, one more shiver, one more drawn-out, broken moan that sounds way too good for someone being “interrogated.”