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

Middle aged guy, nice boring life, wife that looks like a porn star who “totally loves only you” and of course she’s getting railed behind your back. It starts with that sick feeling in the stomach, you know something is off long before the game tells you. Phone face down, late “work calls”, random guy’s cologne on her clothes. What I liked is that it doesn’t try to be deep about it, it just goes straight for that dirty fantasy of revenge and humiliation. Then you meet the witch. She talks like some shitpost from Reddit had sex with a tarot reader, and her “solution” is not therapy, it’s: ruin the men who touch your wife by fucking your way through their lives. As ideas go, this is horrible and I loved it.

The game lets you lean into being petty and horny in a very direct way. You catch a glimpse of your wife on some cheap hotel balcony with a guy, she is riding him, tits bouncing, moaning way louder than she ever did for you, and instead of a screaming scene or divorce papers, you end up later with that guy’s older sister on her knees, spit running down her chin while she gags on your cock in some cramped kitchen. Those scenes where you are basically weaponizing sex are the best ones here. There is this milf with a huge ass in tight yoga pants, pretending she is “shy” and then pushing your hand between her legs in a public park, using your palm to rub herself through the fabric while families walk by. Of course she belongs to some guy your wife cheated with. Everyone is connected like some cursed Facebook graph you really don’t want to open. Some of the routes feel a bit copy‑pasted though; one minute you are watching your wife through a half open door getting a wet sloppy blowjob session from a dude in your own bed, then two scenes later it’s again a motel, again you spying, again the same basic rhythm. It works because the art is filthy and the animation on the handjobs and groping has that specific “too long, too slow, now too fast” timing that feels real, but still, a little more variety wouldn’t kill anyone. By the way the sound of one particular blowjob loop is slightly out of sync with the stroke, and now I can’t unhear it. It’s like a TikTok where the audio is half a second off.

The voyeurism hits hardest. Sitting in a dark hallway of some cheap guesthouse, watching a cracked door as your wife gets bent over a table, her big ass jiggling, this guy slapping her, calling her his “good little whore” while she begs for more, and you just… watch. You should be angry, but the game knows you’re getting hard, and it rubs that in your face. Later you seduce his cute little intern, the one with big tits hidden under office clothes, and tell her in a quiet voice exactly how he fucked your wife. She’s blushing, then she starts stroking you off under the desk in a slow, hesitant way that turns into a desperate jerk when you grab her wrist and force the rhythm. There is a harem tone to everything too, because revenge apparently means not just hitting back, but collecting every woman around your targets. A cheating web winding bigger and bigger: a jealous neighbor with heavy makeup and milf curves that presses your hand to her breasts while peeking through the curtains at your wife’s latest conquest; a drunk bar girl that belongs to another guy your wife is seeing and ends up riding you raw in a toilet stall, her tits bouncing in your face while she whispers she hopes he can smell you on her later. It’s messy, morally rotten, and occasionally the dialogue tries to be all “emotional healing” for one line then jumps right back to you shoving your fingers inside someone in a car while you both stare at a hotel entrance, waiting for your wife to walk out with another man. Honestly, it reminds me of browsing those cursed cheating threads on old forums again, except this time you’re the one guiding the camera and putting your cock where the story hurts the most.

The main character immerses himself completely in work, while his girlfriend Lisa stays at home, gradually sinking into boredom.
One day, on the advice of an old friend, she registers on the website JustAFriend — a seemingly harmless decision that quietly sets off a chain of events long before anyone realizes the consequences.
JustAFriend is a phone-format visual novel where the story unfolds through chats and images.
Your choices shape different paths of relationship development: from romantic intimacy to infidelity, including NTR and NTS branches. The story develops simultaneously in several directions, involving different characters and forming parallel storylines.
Losing one storyline may open up new acquaintances and events, but in certain cases a character disappears forever, never appearing in the story again.​

Matt comes back from war thinking he’s the hero, and finds out the world kinda went to shit while he was gone. Streets feel empty, rules feel fake, and the only “law” left is who’s bold enough to take what they want. He’s not some horny anime boy, he’s a tired soldier with scars, walking into a home that doesn’t feel like home, where his own family looks at him like a stranger. Mom’s trying to pretend things are normal, his sister is way too grown and way too hot for his peace of mind, and on top of that there’s this weird paranormal stuff creeping around the edges of everything, like reality is cracked and something is staring through. You play as Matt, but it’s not just “click for sex scene” and done. Half the time you’re choosing how fucked up you’re willing to be. Do you comfort them, protect them, or use the chaos to finally touch what you’ve been staring at for way too long. The game doesn’t judge you, it just lets things happen. And yeah, the asses are huge, tits even bigger, and the camera knows exactly where to sit when she bends over to pick something up in the ruined living room.

The thing I didn’t expect is how often the game just leaves you in a room with someone you care about and says: “ok, your move.” No big prompt, no fireworks. Just your mom half-asleep on the couch in a tank top that barely holds those massive tits, her ass spilling over the edge while some weird sound comes from outside, and you have to decide if Matt goes to check the noise, or stays, or “stays” with his hand sliding under the blanket. Same with the sister, who’s not a kid, she’s a full curvy woman who walks around the house in shorts that show almost her whole ass, sometimes cuddling up to Matt for “safety” while the world crumbles. You can play him as protective and romantic, or as the guy who pretends to be protective so he can slowly claim what’s his. Sometimes the game tilts into netorare hell and you just watch some other bastard touch what you thought you owned, because you picked the wrong choice or didn’t move fast enough. I was on my phone yelling at the screen in bed like “no no no bro don’t let him take her” but I still watched. Of course I watched. And that’s where the game gets you: one second you’re horny, the next second you’re pissed, then you’re horny again, then some ghostly shit happens in the hallway and you’re back to wondering if the monsters outside are worse than the monster you’re turning Matt into.

What I keep thinking about is this one tiny moment in the kitchen. It’s nothing huge, just mom washing dishes in a tank top, her ass sticking out, her wet hair on her back, and the window is cracked with this low paranormal humming sound coming from the backyard. You stand behind her, super close, close enough to smell her skin. The scene just hangs there. No timer, no big arrow. You can grab her hips, you can touch her tits from behind, or you can look outside and try to figure out what’s watching the house. I spent forever there, just staring, switching saves, trying each option like a psycho, because the vibe in that scene is filthy and cozy and wrong and kind of romantic all at once. The whole game is like that. Broken world, broken people, big asses in too-small shorts, huge tits pressed against you while something inhuman scratches at the door. And every time your phone buzzes with a new choice, you’re not just picking a path, you’re deciding how far you’re willing to go with your own twisted little apocalypse fantasy.

Rilly feels like that girl you see on Instagram at three in the morning, drunk eyeliner, lips smudged, half naked in some bathroom mirror, and you think “oh fuck, she’s trouble” but you still hit follow. The game drops you straight into her mess. She’s this gothic party addict with pink hair, boots that probably hurt, and a phone that never shuts up. Most of the time you are just staring at her screen, watching her type, delete, retype, send the wrong thing to the wrong person, that kind of quiet panic that hits your stomach. The horny stuff sneaks in slow. At first it’s just flirty chat, some teasing selfies, a bit of “haha you’re such a perv” energy. Then that one blurry photo appears in her gallery. The one she doesn’t remember taking. Suddenly the little typing dots on her phone feel scary and hot at the same time. Now every notification feels like either blackmail or foreplay. Sometimes both.

The thing that got me is how the domination starts with just words. She’s not tied up, she’s not on her knees, she’s just sitting on her bed in a big hoodie texting some anonymous account that somehow has pics of her licking a girl’s toes at a party she doesn’t remember. The first time that stranger tells her to send a new pic “if you want me to delete this one”, I actually stopped and stared at the screen like an idiot. It’s only a phone, just text, but you feel her pride getting peeled away line by line. He, or she, or whoever, starts small. “Show me your tongue.” “Spread your toes for me.” “Open your mouth wider.” The more she resists, the more the chats twist into humiliation. Sex here is not just bodies, it’s the way her messages change from “fuck off” to “please don’t post that, I’ll do it.” There is one scene where she is taking a selfie from above, sitting on the floor, legs open, messy ahegao face that she has to fake on command. I hated how much that turned me on. I also hated how long the typing indicator takes sometimes. It’s like the game wants you to sit there, horny and slightly ashamed, counting seconds, and then just sends “Good girl” like that is enough. And it kind of is.

Later, when the voyeur stuff really kicks in, it feels worse in a good way. You are not only looking at Rilly, you are seeing what her blackmailer sees. There is this moment where she thinks she is alone in the bathroom, just washing makeup from her face, feet bare on the cold tiles, and then your phone in the game buzzes with a live photo from a hidden angle behind her. You see the same scene you were just in, but from another set of eyes. She gets the picture a second later on her own phone, and she just freezes. No loud scare, just that quiet “oh shit” when she realizes there was someone watching. After that, every time she touches herself, she has to pretend she is doing it “for herself”, but the text chain keeps milking it. “Put your heel on your pussy.” “Spit on your toes.” “Smile for me.” One path made her jerk off a terrified virgin boy on cam, with her talking down to him, calling him pathetic while the blackmailer forces her to go nastier, like turning her own shame into ammo for someone else. It’s incredibly fucked and also weirdly intimate. I kept thinking I would stop when it got “too much”, but then the next message tone hit and I was already wanting to see what sick thing they would make her do next. The whole thing feels like being trapped inside a horny, broken group chat that you cannot mute. In a good, very bad way.

Everything in this thing is built around that feeling when you walk through campus with your head down and you know every pair of eyes is judging you, and you still can’t stop staring at the girl you absolutely shouldn’t stare at. She is tall, heavy boots, black lipstick, metal on her collar, ass that makes you lose all higher brain function, and she looks at you like she wants to crush you, not kiss you. Which, in this story, is pretty accurate. You’re the “good guy” type on paper, but the game laughs in your face for that. It treats you like a virgin loser, calls you out every few lines, and then slowly lets you realize you actually get turned on by being treated like shit. The writing never pretends you are a hero. You’re a camera, a pair of shaking hands, and a dick that spends most of its time ignored, denied, or used as a punchline.

What I liked is how the humiliation is not just text spam. You get these small, mean moments that feel very “student years” real, except with more tits. Being forced to sit in a crowded lecture while she sends you photos of her sitting on some other guy’s face. Watching her lean over a desk, thong showing, and she knows you are staring, so she bends more and then makes you apologize for “harassing” her in front of everyone. There is a running joke that any time you feel like “ok, now I will finally get some oral,” the scene twists and it is someone else’s cock in her mouth while you hold the camera. The POV angle makes it worse, because it feels like your eyes are helping. The game teases you with school romance vibes, like shy glances and “maybe she secretly likes me,” then snaps your neck with netorare crap, interracial gangbangs in the dorm shower, and your only job is to clean up and pretend you are being “corrupted.” Censorship is used in this strange way where some things are blurred or covered, which actually makes your mind fill in darker stuff. You see her big tits pressed into a guy’s chest, but not the full penetration, and your brain rushes to complete the picture. Same with the AI art faces, they look just a little wrong, uncanny in places, which somehow matches the vibe of a goth bully who might be slightly not human.

It plays like a mobile scroll game where you’re always swiping yourself deeper into your own degradation. Chats, quick choices, short animated loops, and each choice feels like “do you want to be humiliated this way or that way.” The corruption is not only sexual but psychological: she trains you to enjoy your denial and to see pregnancy not as your victory, but as proof someone else “won” with the girl you worship. There is a pretty funny streak in the writing, though. The game mocks “betas” constantly but also aims itself right at them, like a porn mirror. One minute you laugh at a dumb joke about being a cuck in Wales in 1997, the next minute you are glued to the screen watching a MILF professor with huge tits make you kneel under her desk while she takes a student’s cock in her throat. Sometimes the female domination is playful, sometimes straight-up cruel. Exhibitionism and voyeurism blend into one thing where you’re never sure if you are watching or being watched. In a weird way, it captures that feeling of late teen identity crisis, but then uses it as fuel for dirty scenes that go from teasing to brutal denial in a single tap. The game never loves you back. It just keeps asking how much more you are willing to take, and then it laughs when you keep pressing “next.”

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​!

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.​

Quiet family manor, middle of nowhere, everyone pretending to be normal, and then this horny old bastard shows up and just pokes a hole in the whole illusion. That’s basically the vibe. You’re not some generic faceless dude here, you’re inside this family mess, watching Robert trying to be respectable owner of the estate while his wife Sophia is walking around looking like sin in a summer dress, and the daughters are right at that dangerous point where “cute” turns to “fuck, I shouldn’t be thinking this”. The house itself feels tired and heavy, like it remembers more than the people living in it, and somewhere in there an old book is just waiting for someone stupid or desperate enough to open it. Spoiler: that happens pretty fast. Once the demon starts whispering into people’s heads, it’s not fireballs and screaming, it’s little things: longer stares, hands that don’t move away fast enough, clothes getting a bit tighter, a bit shorter. The game really likes slow burn filth. One afternoon it’s a “friendly” chat in the library, a few scenes later you’re watching Sophia’s big tits bouncing under her husband while you know exactly who she was thinking about five minutes earlier.

The corruption here is not just “now she likes sex more”. It’s that sweet ugly mix of guilt, shame, and “do it again”. The uncle is the perfect trigger: gross, smug, pretending to be wise elder while his eyes are glued to Casey’s ass every time she bends forward. Sometimes he just pushes, sometimes he lets the demon do the pushing for him. You’ll see moments where Emily insists everything is fine, then two clicks later she’s standing too close, breathing too fast, and clearly lying to herself. Some events almost feel too real, like that thing where Sophia checks her phone in the bathroom, stays there a bit too long, and you know she’s not just scrolling TikTok. The art leans hard into curves: asses that fill the frame, tits that almost look uncomfortable in tight clothes, nice little details like panties riding up, or faint blush when someone pretends not to notice a hard cock in their face. The animated bits are short but dirty in a good way, hips grinding, wet sound, those tiny loops that make you stare longer than you expected. It’s not subtle, but the situation sells it: asshole uncle, weak-willed family, demon in the attic whispering exactly what you were already thinking but didn’t dare to say out loud. If you like watching people talk themselves into crossing lines and then moan while they do it, this one knows exactly which nerve to touch and keeps pressing on it.