"FaithBound 2": Build Your Faith, Break the Rules
In "FaithBound 2", you take control of the decaying Temple of Aphrodite, an unconventional cult hiding behind the facade of a cathedral by day. Gather funds, grow your following, and invest your "harvest" into upgrading the temple, all while keeping the authorities off your scent. Expand your religion through weddings, baptisms, sermons, and other events that allow you to reach a wider audience. You’ll need to maintain appearances to avoid unwanted attention!
When night falls, the temple only gets more interesting... Participate in wicked ceremonies, summon creatures through dark rituals, or initiate new nuns into your faith. Only these activities will generate the profit needed to pull a forgotten religion out of ruin.
Once you’ve collected your (perfectly legal) hard-earned money, you can invest it in numerous temple renovations. As you progress, you’ll unlock new possibilities, such as tending to your own garden or sending missionaries to do the dirty work.​

No inherited riches filled your pockets; instead, you sought the fierce pride of self-made success. Leaving behind the velvet cage of privilege, you plunged headfirst into a world where every dollar and desire must be wrestled from fate.

A faded legend of architecture took you under his wing, teaching you the delicate dance of design and survival in a cutthroat industry. Between sketches and site visits, you stumbled into a world where passion and power intertwined, complicating every decision you made.

Your charm ignited flames in the hearts of diverse, alluring women, turning your journey into a whirlwind of lust and longing. Each liaison tested your resolve, blending steamy intimacy with the tangled webs of trust and betrayal.

Your tangled romances weren’t just distractions; they were the pulse of a life being written on your own terms. As your skills sharpened, so did your understanding of the power you wielded over others - and yourself.

What starts as a quest for independence becomes a labyrinth of lust, power, and self-discovery, where every step is charged with electric tension. Create a life that’s truly yours amid the chaos of passion and ambition, where every touch and whisper counts.

Will you rise above the ruins of past glories and claim your throne, or will the seductive allure of your new world consume you entirely? The stage is set, the players are ready, and your journey - steeped in desire, danger, and determination - begins now.

Corrupt My Harem feels like something a horny edgelord wrote on a weekend, then accidentally made kind of addictive. You play this smug dude who gets hooked to a demon that basically says, “Here, have the keys to everyone’s panties, just pay me with your soul later.” It’s all about pushing girls slowly from normal into “ok I’ll let you cum on my face if you just use your magic again.” The whole thing is one long tease of romance getting poisoned by lust, and the game really leans into that. One moment you’re picking sweet dialogue options, pretending to care about her feelings, next moment you’re nudging her with this dark magic so she stops blushing and starts asking if you like it rough. The tone flips fast, in a good way. I liked that you don’t just press “corrupt” and boom, instant slut. The creep comes in stages: first she just smiles at your bullshit, then she stops saying no, then she starts asking you to go further. On paper it sounds deep. In practice it’s mostly “click, click, tits,” but the slow burn works when the writing doesn’t trip over itself, which it still does sometimes with that weird half-teen, half-hentai dialogue.

What actually sold me is how messy the relationships feel. It’s not just generic “I love you, senpai, please fuck me now.” Sometimes you push a girl too hard and she snaps at you, then later the demon whispers in your head like some cheap Discord mod trying to gaslight you into doubling down. You get those scenes where a girl is clearly into you, but you still use magic on her anyway, and that moment hits a bit dirty even if you came here to be dirty. There are a few scenes where she’s crying and horny at the same time and yeah, I know, that’s the point, but it still hits weird. Also, whoever coded the little choice branches that pretend to matter, only for the exact same sex scene to play out with two lines changed, I hope your coffee keeps getting cold right when you sit down. I had it open in Chrome and Opera GX, and on Opera it glitched the textbox so half the moans clipped off at the end and it drove me insane. You’re in the middle of corruption-cocky mode, and the line just ends like “Ahh, it feels so g–” and that’s it. Still, when the MC finally takes full control and the girls start calling him things they’d be ashamed of remembering later, I kinda forgot I was annoyed. It’s clumsy, it’s horny, it’s not as dark as it pretends to be, and I still clicked through every route like some degenerate QA tester who keeps saying “last scene” and then opens one more.

Alex is the type of guy you scroll past on Grindr without even noticing. Average face, average build, horny as fuck, zero game. You can almost smell the nervous sweat through the screen when he sends that awkward first DM to a pretty femboy and instantly regrets it. And then the crazy part happens: Noah actually answers. Not just “lol” answers, but flirts, pushes his buttons, teases him, plays with that little “I’m straight, I swear” lie he keeps repeating to himself like a prayer. The whole thing feels a bit like watching your own embarrassing chat logs on Telegram after too much porn and not enough real sex, just… weaponized for a story. This is a visual novel that lives inside those tiny moments: the pause before you hit send, the way your chest tightens when you see “typing…”, that rush when the other guy drops one brazen line that makes your dick twitch and your ego panic at the same time.

The first date here is not some dream-boyfriend sugar fantasy. It is messy. Alex overthinks everything. You can almost hear his brain screaming when Noah leans in, when Noah spreads his legs just a bit too casually, when Noah calls him out on staring at his thighs. The game does this thing where it drags you into Alex’s head, then shoves you out of it at the worst moment, so you’re stuck watching him squirm in silence at the table, pretending that he’s cool while internally arguing about whether getting hard for a femboy “counts as gay”. There is sex, yeah, unapologetic and hot, but it never feels like some porn level-up system. It is more like two horny idiots knocking into each other, testing limits. Noah likes to push; he knows exactly what he is doing in that tight little outfit, legs smooth, voice sweet, attitude sharp. At one point he sends Alex a pic that is clearly not safe to open in public and the game just lets you sit with that, imagining him trying to casually hide his phone on the bus while his cock is betraying him. That tiny humiliation is honestly hotter than half the explicit stuff, and the explicit stuff is very much here: stroking, grinding, desperate kissing, the kind of kissing where teeth clash because nobody is as smooth as porn pretends.

If you are expecting some big dramatic route map, forget it, this build is small and horny and kind of rude about it. Choices pop up and you know they are not “good guy / bad guy” flags, they are “panic / more panic” flags, like “compliment Noah’s outfit” or “pretend you didn’t just stare at his bulge for five seconds straight”. And the funniest part is how normal everyone else seems around them. Other characters drop little lines like “yeah, chill, it’s just sex” while Alex treats every boner like a moral crisis. It nails that very specific queer panic where you clear your browser history three times, change your tags on Pornhub, then end up watching the same femboy blowjob compilation anyway. You can feel this bigger world waiting behind Noah, horny people who aren’t ashamed, guys who like lace, girls who don’t care about labels, all that stuff, but for now you’re trapped in the sticky, awkward, incredibly honest beginning. If you want the best out of it, lean into Alex’s confusion, pick the options that make you wince a bit, and don’t rush to the dick; let the tension sit there, hard and pulsing, like that chat notification you’re afraid to open but can’t ignore.

It's the "worlds" thing that gets me. Not the usual mushroom kingdom nonsense, but this grimy, looping purgatory of sewers and goblin camps. Mahrio, looking like he crawled out of a bargain bin AI generator, keeps promising Peaches a castle. She's over it. The narration, surprisingly decent for what this is, hammers home her exhaustion. Not just tired of walking. Tired of his stupid mustache, his empty promises, the way he fumbles at her dress with those gloved hands.

Then the goblins come. And here's the part that'll stick to your brain like gum. Peaches doesn't scream. The first one just grabs a fistful of that blonde hair and she... sighs. Like she's been waiting. The animation loops are janky, no doubt, but the voice work sells it. A bored, regal tone melting into something else entirely as a green hand shoves her to her knees. The blowjob scene is framed like a grotesque parody of a royal ceremony. She maintains eye contact with Mahrio, who's tied up watching, while her throat bulges. The domination angle isn't about chains. It's about her choosing to let these monsters use every hole just to spite her would-be hero. The anal scene in the later camp is brutally straightforward, her narration describing the stretch in clinical, detached terms that are somehow filthier than any screaming.

The AI art is a mess. Fingers melt, backgrounds shift, and in one scene a goblin's cock straight up disappears for two frames. I wish the story wasn't so fragmented, you get a juicy bit of her internal monologue and then it's just three static sex loops in a row. The fantasy world building is all in the text, barely on screen. But that text? It's doing heavy lifting. A princess weaponizing her own degradation. It's not polished, it's barely functional in spots, and the Mario parody feels slapped on with a copyright-dodging sticker. Yet I kept clicking. Not because it's good, but because Peaches' quiet, venomous narration in that AI-generated castle of horrors felt more honest than any triple-A romance. Don't expect a game. Expect a grimy, voiced storyboard where the princess finally gets to say what we all knew she was thinking in those damn pipes.

So the first time Violet pulls you into that little compartment behind the passenger car, right? Her tail is already curling around your thigh and she's got that look. You know the one. Like she's been waiting three centuries just to taste you again and the train's endless rocking only makes it worse, or better, depending. Her tongue, forked and impossibly long, traces down your stomach while her fingers, all six of them somehow, work at the clasps of your royal attire. And the sounds she makes, these wet little hums against your skin, it's like a hymn to some forgotten god of wanting. The voice work there, that breathy catch when you grab her horns, I've listened to it like twelve times. No shame.

But then you're back to the passengers and honestly some of these sinners have more compelling backstories than others. The nun who drowned her entire convent? Riveting, couldn't wait to unlock her final confession. The merchant who cheated on his wife with a harpy? Felt a bit phoned in, like the writer was just ticking boxes. The adjudication mechanic where you literally pick who gets reborn, it's brutal. You spend all this time romancing someone, maybe even getting their lewd scene, only to damn them back to the pit because you need their soul currency or whatever for Violet's next upgrade tier. The game never really explains why demon queens need soul currency but it's there, a little counter in the corner.

Wish the futanari content wasn't locked behind such a specific dialogue path with the elven rogue. Missed it completely on my first run and I was pissed. The game doesn't signal it at all, you just have to stumble into asking about her "hidden blade" at exactly the right moment. Which, fine, discovery and all that, but come on. At least the scene itself delivers, all desperate grinding and that moment when she's just, fully, impossibly, filling every available space. The voice actress for that character, whoever she is, deserves something nice. A trophy maybe. The whole thing runs in browser too, no fuss, though the save system likes to forget your choices sometimes. Which I guess is thematic? Memory and damnation and trains that never stop? Still annoying when you lose a good scene.

This thing drops you right in the dirty backstreets of a kinda Asgar-looking slum, like someone took Midgar, squished it, and then forgot to clean the corners. You’re not playing some legendary hero on a big mission, you’re poking around alleys, clicking stuff that probably smells like piss and oil, and suddenly you bump into Tiffa in a way that feels too casual for how much skin you end up seeing later. It’s a point & click setup, so you’re not mashing buttons, you’re just slowly peeling the scene open, one click at a time, like undressing the city before you undress anyone else. Half the time you’re just moving the cursor around like, “okay, what did the dev hide here,” and then boom, it’s some horny little event that looks like an AI tried to remember what Final Fantasy 7 porn looked like on old forums.

Tiffa is kinda the star and kinda the victim of the whole vibe. She’s recognizable enough that every FF7 brain cell in your head lights up, but the art’s that AI CG mix where sometimes her face is perfect and sometimes it looks like she’s thinking of a different game entirely. The tits though, holy shit, the generator was really like “yes, this, bigger.” You wander into a narrow alley, some thug-type guy corners her, and your choices are all little nudges on how far she goes, like testing her “moral integrity” while you pretend you’re making deep ethical decisions with one hand. One path she tries to stay classy and you keep her skirt mostly down, another she’s pressed against a wall, tits out, city light catching every sweaty curve. There’s a moment where she has to walk back out to the street with her clothes all messed up and people staring. That public shame hit is kinda brutal and kinda hot, depending how cooked your brain is.

Aerith floats in and out too, not in some big holy savior way, more like the game going “yeah we know why you clicked this.” You get little scenes with her where the romance tone pretends to be soft, then the camera just forgets all modesty and starts worshipping her chest and thighs anyway. There’s one bit where you swap viewpoint, male to female, like you’re in his head, then in her head, and the whole thing gets this weird horny empathy. You’re watching her get exposed in front of strangers, but you’re also the dude half-causing it, and then the AI art is like “what if we add more shine to the nipples,” and subtlety dies on the spot. Some of the fingers look cursed if you stare too long, some backgrounds blur weird, and I swear the lighting on Tiffa’s ass changes mid-scene, but once you’re in that click-next-event rhythm, you just roll with it, like scrolling way too far down a rule34 tag and only realizing later you went past your limit three scenes ago.

Finn is built like a brick shithouse and I'm supposed to care about his medical license? lol ok. The whole setup is this sports complex where these absolute units, I mean muscles on muscles, compete in 20 events and the winner literally tops the loser. Not like in a points way. Like, physically. The game doesn't dance around it, which I respect. You're the medic, Finn, and your job is to predict who wins and who bottoms, basically, to keep your gig. The pressure is so stupidly specific I can't help but admire it.

The art is... a choice. It's got that unpolished, almost sketchy vibe, like someone drew it during a very specific kind of daydream. Some panels the anatomy is chef's kiss, a bicep that could crush a watermelon, and then the next panel the same guy's neck looks like a confused tube sock. It's jarring but also part of the charm? Like finding a really good, really filthy comic in a used bookstore. The dialogue is pure cheese, all grunts and "yeah bro" energy, which fits the locker room setting perfectly. I spent way too long on the first event, the wrestling one, just staring at the character select screen. The names are all like "Apex" and "Titan" which, of course they are.

The whole yaoi bara vibe is strong, it's not shy about the gay muscle worship. It's a visual novel so you're mostly clicking and reading, making a few choices that I think affect your predictions. Honestly I zoned out on the scoring system because the next scene loaded and one of the athletes was stretching in a way that defied physics and my brain just... static. There's a scene with a javelin thrower that I'm pretty sure is a metaphor but also just a guy with a very large... javelin. The game knows what it is. A protein shake of pure, unadulterated fantasy. Needs a DLC that's just a slideshow of the character art, no text, just the grunts.

Doctor Doom doesn’t rise from defeat quietly. He crawls back with fury in his veins and something darker burning under his armor - hunger, maybe, or just the need to make everyone who laughed at him kneel and beg. The witch Ratri isn’t some gentle savior either. She wakes something ancient inside him, something that turns every woman he once fought against into his next experiment. You can feel that twisted chemistry when he stares down someone like Black Widow, that perfect mix of hate and desire that ends in her on her knees, broken in more ways than one. The story isn’t told with restraint - it’s all blackmail, control, and messy power games that spiral into obsession. Half the time I caught myself wondering who’s using who, but then Doom starts whispering orders and the question just fades under the sound of skin and breath.

The game’s rhythm jumps from quiet plotting to shameless corruption without any warning. One moment you’re in a cold lab, screens glowing green, and the next you’re watching Susan Storm stripped of her pride while Doom toys with invisible hands that are anything but gentle. It’s not clean or romantic - it’s filthy, angry sex driven by revenge and curiosity. The kind of thing that makes you feel like a voyeur even though you’re the one in control. Every heroine - from Mary Jane to Vampirella - gets caught in his orbit eventually. Some resist. Some melt faster than expected. Some scenes go way too far and that’s part of the uncomfortable thrill. The animation sells it, too - little movements, slow touches, eyes twitching between fear and arousal. There’s a strange intimacy hidden under all that domination, like Doom’s empire is built from moans instead of steel.

And then there’s Ratri, always watching, maybe guiding him, maybe owning him. Hard to tell. The corruption doesn’t stop with the women; you start feeling it seeping into Doom himself, like he’s losing something even as he wins everything. I don’t know if that’s intentional, but it stuck with me longer than the sex did.