In this NTR VN, you play as the male protagonist. You and your wife like to explore the world of NTR and NTS, and you know what happens next. If not, go play this game.

This game will feature two distinct story paths - NTS and NTR - and this time, Author puts a lot of focus on developing both routes properly and giving them the depth they deserve.​

In "Memories", you step into the shoes of a man reflecting on his past experiences and the choices that shaped his relationship. Unsure of his own feelings, he begins to document his memories in a notebook, piecing together the events that he and his wife went through. The story explores how a website influenced their relationship, leading to unexpected turns and revealing hidden facets of their lives. As he delves deeper into his recollections, you'll join him on a journey through passion, uncertainty, and discovery.​

"In a far off galaxy, there is a war taking place."
"The evil Lord Cain has caused chaos and destruction in many planetary
systems, and has taken control of others."
"His cruelty is feared throughout the galaxy and many planets submit to his
rule to avoid death or slavery."
"But the leaders of the alliance, known as the United Galactic Assembly,
have joined forces on planet Kornea for military and diplomatic solutions."
"A senate was formed and the fight between good and evil wages on throughout
the galaxy."
"The military leaders started an academy to train and teach anyone willing
to fight against Lord Cain in the battle for peace and justice."
"This visual novel is a story about an 18 year old girl named Stella Erin
who just graduated from the Galactic Assembly's Space Academy."
"She just arrived on Admiral Lonestar's ship last night and is going to
start her first mission today."

There is something almost petty about how this game starts, like reading a horny diary someone tried to hide in a drawer and forgot. You play a regular guy with a very irregular itch in his brain, obsessed with the idea of his wife getting along a bit too well with other men. Not just fantasy, but the kind you keep circling back to when you should be focusing on literally anything else. The game doesn’t waste time pretending he’s noble. He’s not. He’s a pervert, he owns it, and the whole thing turns around that weak spot where jealousy and arousal sit on the same chair and argue. You poke at situations, push your wife closer to other guys, then pretend you didn’t mean it while you watch, fingers already twitching. It is less about heroic seduction and more about choices that feel like little betrayals disguised as “accidents”. You let her drink one more glass, you leave her alone with that friend, you pick the outfit that makes her tits look massive and her ass basically bounce out of the skirt, and then the game looks you in the eye and asks: you fine with what happens next, or are you lying to yourself?

What I like here is how the sex isn’t just slam-cut porn scenes glued together. A lot of it is teasing, slow burns, the tension of you pretending to be shocked while the camera lingers on her hand brushing someone else’s thigh. The voyeur stuff is strong: doors half open, reflections in windows, you hiding behind some cheap curtain while your wife is sitting on another man’s lap, grinding just enough to make you clench. There is one moment that sticks: you convince yourself it’s innocent to share her attention at a small get-together, and suddenly you’re on the couch, pretending to watch TV, while she’s in the kitchen giving a sloppy handjob to a guy you introduced as “just a colleague”. You don’t talk, you only hear soft gasps and the wet sliding noise, and the game lets you decide if you keep spying or walk in and pretend you saw nothing. Vaginal sex scenes hit hardest when they feel like the result of ten earlier coward decisions: a little groping at a party, a playful slap on her ass that she doesn’t stop, your wife leaning over another man, tits basically spilling, and you just… let it happen. The female domination not in the whips and chains way, but in that very domestic terror where she learns exactly how much control she has over your dick and your ego at the same time. Sometimes she will ride you after being with someone else, make you feel every stretch and slickness and quietly ask if you like sharing, and the game doesn’t rush to comfort you. It just sits there, waiting for your next pathetic little “yes”.

Grandpa dying and leaving you a busted old house by the sea sounds like some cozy VN stuff, right? Nah. Here it turns into “welcome to horny coastal hell” in the best stupid way. You show up thinking about money and loans and all that boring shit, then you meet the tenants and your brain drops straight into your pants. There’s this mix of monster girls and “normal” women with huge tits that are only normal if you grew up on furry Twitter and old hentai torrents. One second you’re stressing about debt, next second you’re getting a sloppy footjob in the hallway while pretending to check the water bill. It feels like the game is constantly going: yes, you are a responsible landlord, now stare at this milf’s ass for 5 minutes. And you do. Of course you do.

What I liked is how the game kind of tricks you into being a perv. You start “managing relationships” like it’s some serious sim, talking through dialog options, doing little tasks in town, going to the beach, checking the pier, sneaking around corners to peep through windows like a total creep. The voyeur stuff is everywhere. You catch a tenant rubbing herself off in the shower and instead of fading to black, the scene actually plays out, full animation, her hand between her legs, tits bouncing while she tries to stay quiet and fails miserably. Another time I was just clicking around in the yard and suddenly I’m watching a big-titted monster girl grinding against a tree, mumbling about how she needs “something human” while she claws the bark. I didn’t even know she was in the house yet. That’s the kind of sandbox mess it is: you poke around and find horny accidents. Sometimes it feels messy and random, sometimes that’s exactly why it works. The harem stuff builds slow, but once you realize half the women in the house are secretly trying to climb on you, it gets almost stupid. You’re broke as fuck but also somehow the center of this weird sex gravity. One moment you’re groping a half-drunk milf in the kitchen while she pretends she dropped something on the floor, next moment you’re on your bed with a monster girl straddling your chest, her feet sliding around your cock like she’s done it a thousand times, and she just laughs when you blow it too fast. I kinda hated how often the game blue-balls you right before a big payoff, but when you actually get a full animated scene, with thighs shaking and sticky finish and the girl breathing all heavy in your ear, you forget you were angry ten minutes ago. Or not. I’m still mad the landlady’s “late night visit” took me three in-game days to trigger because I missed one dumb option in the living room. Whatever. It’s lewd, a bit trashy, strangely cozy, and sometimes you’re just staring at a looping animation of a tenant riding you on the couch while Netflix is open in the background on your real screen and you think, “Yeah. This is exactly my life now.”

Welcome to Somnia Bay.

Something is wrong here. You can feel it.

Monique, Olivia, and David had no choice but to run. Whatever happened between Monique and Edward - a powerful, wealthy, dangerous man - was enough to leave everything behind overnight. It's a one-way road to Somnia Bay, a remote town cut off from the rest of the world, where strangers don't go unnoticed for long. Stripped of the life of luxury that Edward's money provided, the three of them must now learn to survive in an unfamiliar country with unfamiliar rules, unfamiliar faces - and secrets buried deep beneath the surface of this town.

Every choice you make matters. Every person you meet will leave a mark - on your story and on your relationships.
Because while you try to start your life from nothing, Edward is out there. Searching. And he won't stop.

FEATURES:
- Multiple Protagonists
- Multiple Characters & Paths
- Quality Images! (3840x2160)
- Animations!
- Story-focused adult game
- Replay Gallery
- Biographies
- Music Tracks & SFX
- Secrets

Melenum wants to be a horse. Not like cosplay-horse, I mean full-on property, contract, branded flesh, all that messed up “noble career path” this province is obsessed with. The game just throws you right into the day she finally signs her life away to Magdalene and Finn, this older couple who have literally no idea what they’re doing but still buy a living sex pack mule for a mountain trip. It’s a kinetic novel, so forget about choices saving you. You just sit there and watch this girl who used to be human, who still clearly thinks like a person, get treated like expensive livestock with tits too big for realism and an ass that might as well have its own side story. She’s proud of it too, in a weird way. Like yeah, she blushes when strangers stare, but you can feel she gets off on being watched while she’s strapped in tack and used as transport, or as a warm hole when the mood hits them. The voyeur vibe sneaks up on you. One minute they’re just leading her across a bridge, next thing you’re stuck on a long static scene of her drooling around a bit while some random guards comment on her holes and how “the training must have been rough.” No skip-to-fun button, just your brain filling in all the abuse they’re hinting at.

Glitches hit hard right when the horny part actually lands. There’s a blowjob scene where her head is obediently in Finn’s lap, hands cuffed behind her, Magdalene whispering orders like a dom teacher, and suddenly the text flags bug out, repeat the same line three times, and the CG doesn’t advance. Had to brute-force click on my shitty Chrome like I’m playing whack-a-mole just to get to the creampie payoff. Then the game decides to get weird with the tentacle “monument blessing” thing. That part is honestly hot and awful at the same time: Melenum tied up in some mountain shrine, mouth stuffed, her ass and pussy both filled by these slimy “holy roots” while Magdalene just takes notes like this is normal vet checkup. But I got a sprite layering bug there where a random dialogue box from an earlier spanking sequence flashed up with the wrong name, killed the mood in one second. Also the log sometimes jumps back half a page, so if you’re trying to, you know, time your hand with a good anal stretch description, forget about it. Still, they nailed that sick mix of romance and ownership, where Magdalene strokes her mane and calls her “good girl” right after ordering her to spread for inspection. I wish they’d let us choose at least once if she likes it rough or soft, but no, you’re locked into watching her accept everything, from a shy handjob in the tent to being paraded naked in the cold while strangers grab her tits like checking fruit at a market. And of course, the one line that clipped and froze for me was during a really nice, slow oral scene between her and another “horse” in the stables on my second playthrough, when I finally got a lesbian bit that wasn’t just implied. Ren’Py log error in the middle of tongue on clit. I’ve had mobile porn games on Nutaku run smoother than this. Still kept going though.

Erotic Cosmic Sheriff Orgivan feels like someone mashed up Power Rangers, a horny fever dream and one of those late-night anime I used to torrent on shitty wifi, then spilled lube on the keyboard and kept coding anyway. You land in this busted sci-fi world with your shiny armor, half-cyborg body and a permanent justice boner, and everything is way too horny for how often people talk about fate and morality. It starts like a goofy parody, all spandex and henshin posing, and suddenly you are choosing if you want to be a righteous hero or a total bastard while also deciding if you want to shove your cock down an alien girl’s throat or just tease her till she begs. The game swings from dumb jokes about cosmic law to a scene where you have your metal fingers under a girl’s panties, groping her huge ass while neon lights pulse in the background, and for some reason it works. Felt like watching a tokusatsu show that got hijacked by Pornhub.

The real fun kicks in when the sandbox stuff opens up and the game stops holding your hand. You jump around this weird map, poking into cities and spots that clearly spent more time on the boobs than the urban planning, bumping into synthetic girls with glowing eyes and soft-looking skin, or alien MILFs with tits that make zero sense with gravity. There was this one route where I tried to play Orgivan as a “good” hero, you know, noble, saving citizens and all that, and two minutes later I was pinning some interplanetary agent to a wall, armor half-open, her lips wrapped around my cock while she’s still trying to interrogate me. The camera just slowly focuses on her drooling and choking as I grab her head, and my brain went “ah yes, deep storytelling.” And then I reloaded, picked a different dialogue tone, and suddenly she is the one shoving me on a bed, climbing on top with that huge ass bouncing while I slam into her pussy, metal hands squeezing her tits hard enough you almost feel the weight. The animations aren’t “perfect” or whatever, but they have that janky charm, like old fan-made MMD stuff that somehow hits hotter than polished studio work.

Sex-wise, the game loves foreplay more than it pretends. Lots of teasing, like slowly stripping a sci-fi officer out of her tight uniform, running your hands under her chest piece just to grope her breasts until she sighs and bites her lip, or sliding fingers under a synthetic girl’s smooth skin panels to touch the warm flesh underneath while she gasps that this “isn’t in the protocol.” Then it goes all in: deep oral with messy spit strings, your character stuffing his cock down their throat while they look up with that half-helpless, half-hungry stare; classic vaginal sex with big tits bouncing in your face, her ass clapping every thrust, wet sounds cranked up so high I actually reached for my volume mixer on Windows out of reflex. Sometimes the pacing feels weird though, like you’re in this big dramatic battle, you transform, there’s lasers and shit, and five clicks later you’re grinding against some enemy girl’s soaked pussy in a ruined alley while she calls you “sheriff” in this breathy voice. Also there’s this tiny UI icon in the corner that changes color or something and I still have no idea what it does, it just sits there mocking me. But the funny part is, the whole thing feels like it knows it’s trashy, leans into it, then randomly stabs you with actual emotion, especially when the game hints that what you do here will carry over later. You’re cumming in mouths, making choices with “karma” tied to them, flirting with women who might stab you or suck you off, and the world is this ridiculous sci-fi stage for your armored cock. It should not work, but it somehow does.

You wake up in this flooded metal coffin of a bunker, lungs burning, ears ringing, and the first thing your brain actually focuses on is not the alarms or the pressure doors, it’s the girl staring at you like you’re a bug in a jar. Except she’s not really a girl, not just. Smooth skin, cold eyes, moving a little too precise, like every step was calculated ten times before she took it. She’s scanning you, asking questions in that soft, empty voice, and while you’re trying not to freak out about dying underwater, you also can’t stop staring at her tits pressed tight against this half-zipped jumpsuit, like she forgot what “modesty” means or just never learned it. The whole place feels like that: like it was built for survival and someone, for some reason, made it horny by accident.

You start clicking around almost on reflex, checking consoles, poking lockers, voyeur-ing on any little detail, and the game just keeps rewarding you with small teases. Reflection of a naked back in a foggy porthole. A half-open shower door where you can choose to peek just a bit too long. A tentacle shadow crossing behind frosted glass, then a soft moan you’re not supposed to hear. You fix one panel so the power stops flickering, and suddenly the security cameras come alive, including the one watching the sleeping quarters. You tell yourself you’re just “checking the situation,” but then you notice how the alien elf girl sleeps on her stomach, ass high, tail twitching, panties practically swallowed by her cheeks. You could look away. You don’t. The game just lets you sit there and stare, like a creep, and it knows exactly what it’s doing.

It keeps mixing that quiet, puzzle brain mode with this dirty curiosity that sneaks up on you. One moment you’re solving some dumb wiring mini-game, trying to balance pressure to keep half the base from flooding, and the next moment the reward is the monster girl needing “help” with a stuck harness that’s digging between her giant boobs. You’re told to pull the straps tighter so it fits properly, and the animation has her shivering, biting her lip, pushing her chest into your hands, pretending she doesn’t notice how your fingers dig in. Later you’re tuning a sonar console and she’s in the background, stretching in some skintight suit that looks more painted on than worn. You misclick, alarm blares, and still your eyes are glued to her curves, huge ass framed by the glow of the monitors, like the bunker itself is trying to seduce you and kill you at the same time.

The android girl is clinical about it all, which somehow makes it worse. She asks you to perform “manual diagnostics” on her synthetic skin because some sensors are failing. She means “touch me.” Touch her neck, her back, her inner thighs, all these little spots that trigger flickers in her eyes and slow, shaky breathing that she swears is “unrelated.” There’s a scene where she’s on a maintenance table, half disassembled, and you realize you can pull her top aside “to check the chest sensors.” It’s absolutely not needed for anything technical, but the game forces you to move the cursor slowly, stroke the edges, feel how the fabric strains around her huge tits, nipples poking through the artificially perfect skin. She keeps pretending it’s an experiment in emotional simulation. You pretend you believe her.

Then there’s the more… inhuman girl. The one with the soft voice and the not-so-soft tentacles. You find her in a flooded section, trapped behind a cracked window, and to get her out you have to solve this stupidly fiddly valve puzzle while she presses her body against the glass. Curves that shouldn’t belong in anything calling itself a “survivor,” chest that bounces when the pressure shifts, eyes watching you like you’re the interesting specimen. When you finally open the door, she stumbles into your arms soaked and clinging, translucent fabric stuck to her nipples, skirt riding up over an ass that’s just ridiculous. Then one of her “extra” limbs sneaks around your waist, down between your legs, curious, playful, not exactly asking permission. You can push her away, if you really want. Or you can stand there and let her explore while the water drips down her body and the lights flicker like the whole ocean is watching.

My favorite bit is how the game never screams “hey, here’s the sex now.” It just slowly pushes you closer. A camera angle that lingers on a girl bending over a console, her big tits hanging free inside an unfastened suit. A tiny dialogue choice where you can joke a little too dirty and see her blush, look away, then “accidentally” press her body against you in a narrow corridor later. You wander room by room, and every area has at least one way to be a bit of a perv. Peek through a vent. Eavesdrop through a door. Trigger a slime leak just to see how the alien girl looks dripping with glowing goo, her clothes clinging and transparent as she complains that she needs your help peeling them off. You’re constantly picking between being a decent guy and being a horny bastard, and yeah, the game knows exactly which one you’ll click after a few drinks.

It’s not perfect, some stuff breaks the mood. Like when a puzzle drags too long and you’re just stuck swapping colored wires, already half hard from the last scene, and the tension just evaporates into annoyance. Or a line of dialogue that sounds like it was translated twice on Google Translate, popping up right when you’re about to grope someone’s giant chest again. Sometimes the teasing goes on and on and you want to scream “just let me fuck already,” but then when the explicit scene finally hits, it feels earned. The animations focus hard on all the dirty details: your hand buried in a monster girl’s hair as she rides you in zero gravity, her tits bouncing lazily with each thrust; your fingers digging into the android’s perfect ass as her synthetic pussy clenches like it’s trying to record every second; the alien elf pressing her huge boobs around your cock, stroking you with this shy, confused expression that slowly melts into something completely filthy.

The whole thing feels like being trapped inside a wet, horny metal aquarium full of girls who are dangerous, lonely, and way too comfortable letting you put your hands on them. You come in thinking you just want to escape. Then you find the control room where all the cameras feed together, girls scattered through the base, each doing their own thing, each one you’ve already touched or watched or made moan. And you feel that stupid thought creeping in: maybe staying here, buried under the ocean with these monster girls with big asses and bigger tits, watching and groping and solving just enough puzzles to keep the power on, isn’t the worst fate. Maybe the bunker is a trap. Maybe you’re fine with that.