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

Galaxy here is completely fucked and somehow kinda horny about it. You start as this nobody schmuck that absolutely should have minded his own business, and instead you stumble into a mess of crime lords, dirty rebel pockets and those very specific kind of force girls that know they are hot and dangerous and use both. It feels like opening one innocent tab in Firefox and five minutes later you have twenty open with hentai, lore, and a random Reddit drama thread, except now the tabs have lightsabers and want a cut of your soul or at least your loyalty. One moment you are playing errand boy for some greasy syndicate boss, next moment you are stuck in a cell with a pissed-off Togruta who could break your neck or jerk you off through the bars, depending on which dialog choice you picked five scenes ago. Half the fun is realizing some stupid decision you made for a quick laugh actually flips a whole route later, and you sit there like, “yeah ok, that was on me, I chose the slutty chaos option and the galaxy noticed.”

The game leans hard into the parody stuff but it never feels like cheap cosplay. Rey shows up in here with that familiar “I’m trying to be a good person” face, except now the situation absolutely does not let her stay clean. You can push her around the edges, turning her from slightly naive hero into something a lot darker and wet between the legs, or you can pretend to be nice and still drag her down slowly. Ahsoka is a different beast, more playful and dangerous, like she knows the whole Clone Wars trauma weight on her back and decides to deal with it by grinding up against trouble. Some of the best scenes are small, like you two hiding in some busted storage bay while stormtroopers pass outside, and she distracts you with a handjob that starts as “calm down, focus” and ends with you trying not to groan while your cum is all over her gloves. And she looks at it like, yeah, that’s one way to maintain morale. Sometimes the corruption feels rushed, like someone slam-clicked through their Pornhub playlist a bit too fast, but then you get a sandbox moment where you are free to just wander a dirty cantina, poke a crime boss, then sneak into a back room with a slave who has clearly stopped pretending she hates what you are doing to her. The tone jumps from absurd humor to really fucked power play in half a screen and somehow it mostly works, even when one side quest just kinda dissolves with no payoff and you are left sitting there wondering why that one bartender even had custom art.

It is weird how the dystopian setting ends up feeling cozy, in a fucked up way. You hop between worlds and each place has its own flavor of kink, like the dev sat on Discord all night asking “ok, what if we mix Star Wars politics with this fetish” and then actually implemented it. Some routes turn you more into a calculating bastard who uses people, some let you roleplay this half-decent guy who still ends up with his cock in half the cast because the universe here runs on lust more than logic. Choices stick more than you expect: backstab the wrong thug and suddenly the girl you were grooming into your personal toy gets sold off somewhere else, and you have to work to get her back, if you even can. Sometimes the humor hits perfectly, like a stormtrooper trying to stay professional while a naked force user is trying to tempt him from a cell, and you can join the scene or just watch his discipline crack. Other times the jokes feel like old Reddit memes someone refused to let die, and you just skip, go straight for the next scene where you are testing how far you can push Rey in that “totally not Jedi temple” roleplay scenario. If you want to really squeeze the juice out of it, take your time on the sandbox loops, poke all the shady corners, keep multiple saves, and lean into the roleplay: be the perv overlord on one run, the reluctant horny hero on another, and let the galaxy slowly react while you see how deep each girl will fall when the force, the crime and your dick all pull in the same direction.

Regale, in this story, of the many brave men who tried to destroy the most dangerous 'Vampiress' in their village. Will they succeed in fulfilling their mission? Or will they end up enslaved like all the previous visitors who tried to take down this merciless creature?

Game feels like someone smashed a porn hub search history into a shitty life coach app and then forgot to finish half the options, and honestly I kinda love that. You start as this guy who basically failed at everything, in a city that looks like the government tried to install a mood filter and set it to “grey and horny”. Your whole life is inside this weird desktop interface that suddenly pops up and says it will manage your schedule, your money, and yeah, your dick too, not in those words but it’s pretty clear. It’s like if Habitica was perverted, and Clippy decided to watch you masturbate. You jump between menus, messages, small maps, little animated events, and it all feels slightly broken, like Windows XP with porn mods. That part hits hard for me because I’m used to juggling Spotify, Discord, and a DAW with 80 chiptune VSTs, and this game really nails that feeling of living inside your monitor. Except here, every notification is either someone asking for a favor, or a chance to get jerked off, or some secret control experiment hidden in the UI. There’s this massage “offer” that feels like spam mail at first, like one of those shady Telegram bots, but if you follow it you basically get dragged into a slow corruption / control fantasy where the system starts treating your body like another resource to manage. In a hot way. In a creepy way too, but mostly hot. Depends on mood.

The sex progression is strangely personal. First scenes lean hard into teasing, like the game is edging both the MC and you. Handjobs are framed more like tests. Can you obey the app’s timings, do you hold back, do you let her control the tempo. There’s a really nice moment where she sits next to you, all soft voice and fake concern, her big tits almost falling out while she tells you you’re doing great, and at the same time the app window pops a tiny meter that tracks “compliance” instead of pleasure. That detail hit me more than the actual cumshot. Oral scenes go from “clumsy first time she gets you under the desk” to almost ritual level, with your choices turning her from playful tease into straight up control freak who decides when you’re allowed to finish. Animations are not Hollywood, more like early SFM stuff you found on some Russian forum, but they move just enough so the rhythm feels right. Her head bobbing out of sync with the on-screen meter is weirdly charming. I keep wishing the music had more personality though. It’s mostly background noise, and as a chiptune nerd I kept imagining crunchy FM basslines during the jerkoff scenes. It will never be there and that annoys me for no good reason. Still, there was this one moment where the city hums in the background, she’s stroking you slow, the app is quietly logging every motion like a stalker, and it all blends together into this fucked up cyberpunk therapy session. Like your dick is just another line in a spreadsheet. Forgot what I wanted to say with that. Anyway, the sandbox structure lets you wander, fail, spam tasks, ignore people, grind for small upgrades, and sometimes the reward is just her giving you a lazy handjob while talking about “optimizing your routine” with a smile that says she owns you already. It’s messy, uneven, kinda clunky to click through, and yet that rough feeling fits the dystopia better than any polished AAA porn could. I still alt-tabbed to check Telegram mid-scene though. Old habits.

In a world where the grey walls of an oppressive factory are the only horizon, you are just another cog in an endless machine. Every day is a struggle against the crushing weight of a sorrowful reality.
But even in this desolate place, a flicker of humanity remains. Will you be able to protect this fragile light, or will the inevitable audit and the harsh choices ahead break what little you have left? Your path through this short, dramatic tale leads to four different destinies.​

Marcus Harper is the kind of guy every authoritarian future seems to produce: overworked, underpaid, and way too used to the sound of bones breaking in narrow alleys. The game throws you straight into his routine, which is basically corporate-sponsored brutality with a badge, and then starts peeling that skin off bit by bit. One moment you’re interrogating some street punk about a shipment, next moment you’re knee deep in blood and wondering why the guy’s eyes look more scared of “the people upstairs” than of you. The sex and the violence are glued together here, not politely separated. After you beat info out of someone, the story might drop you into a quiet scene where Marcus is getting his cock sucked by a guy who knows too much, and the whole thing still feels like an interrogation, just with spit and tongue instead of fists. It’s not romanticized hero stuff. You see bruises, you hear teeth click on shaft, sometimes the camera lingers on the wrong detail like the way a throat convulses during forced oral, and then cuts away from what would be a “money shot” in more porn-focused games. Kind of infuriating, actually, because when a body is hanging from meat hooks in a warehouse you get every little droplet.

What I noticed, as somebody who studies this stuff and also just likes to jerk off to it, is how the game plays with the idea of “consent” in a world that already feels like a prison. A lot of the gay encounters happen in these half-lit rooms, on cheap mattresses, with Marcus still half in uniform. Sometimes the guy he is with is clearly into it, grinding back, pulling him in, begging for dick. Sometimes it feels more like “you’re my only way out of this mess, so I’ll suck you dry and hope you don’t shoot me later.” There is also vaginal sex but it sneaks in from the side of the plot instead of being the main dish, and the game doesn’t scream “hey, straight content now!” It just happens, usually with someone tied into the politics, someone who wants information as much as he wants to empty his balls. The romance angle appears more as this awkward, fragile thing in between gunfire and smoke. Marcus has one scene on a rooftop, city neon under his feet, where he kisses a guy slow, like he is scared to admit he enjoys another man’s mouth more than the corporate paycheck. A few minutes later, you are watching a body get dismembered in a lab that claims to work on artificial intelligence models, and your dick is still half hard from before, which is kind of fucked up. And there is this one little HUD icon that keeps flickering every time a message comes from “central”, slightly off-center, and it annoyed me more than any moral question here, and the game never lets you move it or turn it off. I kept staring at that stupid thing in the corner while someone was riding Marcus, taking his cock raw, moaning into his neck as the city drones buzzed outside, and I caught myself thinking more about UX design than the plot. That’s how this game crawls under your skin: it makes the disgusting parts feel ordinary, the intimate parts feel risky, and everything else sits in the margins like that damned flickering icon that no one cares enough to fix.

I once heard a story...
There's a marketplace under the mountain where anything can be bought and sold. Visitors wear masks to become faceless strangers. It's home to the unscrupulous, the outcast, and the desperate.
You're one of the desperate.
Strangers with their own secrets and ambitions can show you ways through the market. They'll guide you to your goal, but don't trust them to have your best interests at heart.
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First day back after the holiday break, only a few months of high school remain. But a strange announcement derails everything from then on.

Set in a parallel world, a young man sees his life and future changed in ways he had never imagined. All people over the age of 19 vanished, abilities and physicalities beyond what was normal are displayed by those who remained, and rules are imposed to accommodate the new order, eventuating a struggle for survival and supremacy unlike any before. Shrug into his uniform as he navigates his new reality, the whims of the masterminds behind the reformation, and the desires and intentions of every other teenager just like him.​