"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.​

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The character is an OC named Cherry Bubblebelle Delphinium. She's my own take on a Fusion of Princess Bubblegum (from Adventure Time) x Sakura (from Naruto)​

Game starts and you’re basically staring through this guy’s eyes at his “girlfriend” who is… yeah, a robot. Not the chrome sci‑fi one, more like a cute artificial waifu who tries a little too hard to please. You tell her what to do, she looks at you, waits for the input like a horny Alexa, and then actually does it. There’s something really fucked up and hot about how simple her brain is. No drama, no “we need to talk”, just “yes, master” energy in a soft voice and big eyes like she’s about to make a mistake on purpose. First time she leans in close, blinking, asking if she did good, I already knew this was gonna be one of those games you pretend you’re “just testing” but then your right hand starts making plans without you. The whole POV thing locks you in her little bubble, and it really sells that feeling she exists only in that room and only for your dick.

It’s kind of funny, because the game tries to be cute and jokey and then drops the breeding stuff like it’s no big deal. One second you’re laughing at some awkward line she delivers, the next she’s kneeling, talking about how she can carry your child, and your brain does that Windows XP error noise. She’s a robot that can get pregnant, which makes zero logical sense and also hits that “fuck it, let’s go” part of your lizard brain. When she asks you to finish inside, the game doesn’t tiptoe around it. It straight up wants you to paint her insides and then stare at her face as she processes it, like she’s doing some dirty math about sperm count. There is this moment where you tell her to stay still, push deep, and then watch that tiny change in her expression when you dump everything inside her and she realizes she’s being filled for real. You get that framed POV shot of her body trying to take all of it, tiny belly twitch, and suddenly the whole “simulation” thing feels way too personal.

What really caught me though is how rough around the edges it is in a charming way. It’s janky, you can feel the early stage stuff, the pacing is weird, menus feel like somebody made them half awake, and I swear one line made me alt‑tab to Google Docs just to check if English is dead or not. But that roughness kind of fits this robot girl who is still “learning” how to be your perfect little toy. She repeats herself a bit, her reactions don’t always match what you picked, and I got irrationally mad at one tiny UI button that never sits where my muscle memory expects it, but then she turns around, offers you her ass with this clueless, obedient attitude and your brain forgives everything. The humor hits in random spikes, like when she talks about being your ideal girlfriend while you’re literally stuffing her full and thinking “yeah, this is totally healthy”, and then the game flips it again and leans hard into that fertile, creampie, “fill me more” talk that makes your mouse hand move faster. It’s messy, it’s horny, it’s a robot girlfriend that follows orders and lets you pump her full just because you told her to, and somehow that combination works a little too well.

In "Living with Belle", an NSFW parody game, you can interact with Belle and the other girls.​

Office job, open like twelve tabs, Outlook screaming, and in the middle of that I stumbled on this weird little thing where your biggest problem is that your ass suddenly looks like it belongs on a billboard and everyone around you starts acting like horny NPCs who just got a new quest marker. The whole idea is simple and fucked at same time: one moment you’re this forgettable guy counting coffee stains, then boom, gender swap, tits out to here, every pair of eyes glued to you, and the game keeps asking, "You gonna use this, or let it use you?" And it actually lets you answer that instead of forcing one path, which surprised me a lot, because usually these porn games pretend to give choices but nothing changes except who moans first. Here, I took a path where my character leaned full bimbo, brain melting in slow motion while my corruption stat climbed, and it actually hurt a bit to watch her talk like that in the office while her boss "accidentally" brushes his hand over her new curves in the copy room and she kind of… likes it. Or maybe I liked it. Hard to tell.

It plays like a messy dating sim and a life sim had drunk sex. You run around locations, talk to people who all want something from you, watch the little stats creep up or down depending on if you spread your legs, keep your mouth shut, or start blackmailing the asshole that tried to blackmail you. One time I pushed the sluttiness way too early, flirting with everyone at once, taking a blowjob scene in a public bathroom, then trying to do the cute romance option with this girl at the cafe later. The game remembered. She’s like, "Oh, you’re that office slut" and suddenly her own lesbian route turns more rough, more like she’s using you for her fantasy about corrupting a coworker. Felt dirty in a good way. Another run I tried to stay "pure", reject the gangbang offer, but then accidentally agreed to some cosplay event, and somehow my "safe" route ended with me bent over in a changing room in a maid outfit while two women and one guy argue about who gets which hole first. So yeah, choices matter, but also the game sometimes laughs in your face and says, nope, you thought you’re in control.

I liked how the game doesn’t pretend everyone around you is secretly wholesome. They stare at your big tits, they grope on crowded transport, some women are just as bad, pinning you in the break room and seeing how far you’ll go for a promotion or for a bit of affection. One of my favorite moments was a slow corruption date. At first she’s this slightly older woman acting like a mentor, talking about how hard it is to be taken serious when you’re hot, then you’re a few drinks in and she has her fingers under your skirt, telling you that if the world wants a brainless doll, might as well make them pay for it. It’s hot and kind of depressing. I wanted more scenes where you push back, honestly, more real resistance, but then again I kept choosing the dirty options so maybe that’s on me. The incest tag freaked me out a bit when I saw it in the list, but the game is clever enough to make that stuff avoidable if you don’t click the wrong dialogue during those home scenes. Although, the curiosity got me one playthrough and let’s just say having a relative act way too supportive after your transformation is a different kind of filthy. Not sure I’m proud of liking that route. Still, the mix of harassment, romance, and full-on humiliation somehow works. Sometimes it tries too hard to be edgy and just ends up goofy, like a blowbang scene where everyone talks too much, but then the next quiet, slow blowjob in a parked car at night feels more real than half of the "serious" porn I saw on Pornhub. Also, the skip button hates me, it always jumps past the one line I actually wanted to read and I keep forgetting to change the text speed, but whatever, I’ll still open it again next time I’m pretending to "check spreadsheets" on Chrome.

Angel’s whole life feels like those trashy NSFW TikToks you’re not supposed to watch at work, just stretched into a full game and made meaner. She’s this redhead “good girl” who clearly never had a real job, suddenly thrown in a shitty bar where every drunk guy has wandering hands and zero shame. The vibe is not romantic at all at first, it’s sticky floors, bad tips, and people calling her “sweetheart” while staring at her tits. And the game really leans into that slow grind of “normal day” that keeps slipping into “how did I end up with his hand up my skirt again.” It’s not some power fantasy, it feels more like trying to play The Sims if every single NPC is horny and doesn’t believe in personal space.

The lewd stuff ramps up pretty naturally. First shift you’re just carrying trays, trying to remember who ordered what, dodging the drunk office guy who “accidentally” spills his drink on her chest. That choice shows up: pretend it’s fine and keep the job, or snap back and risk the boss getting pissed. Then later she’s stuck pressed between strangers on the train, this guy slowly pushing against her from behind, the game keeps asking if you move away or let it slide because you’re tired and just want to get home. It feels gross, yeah, but also hot in that public, no-one-is-helping sort of way. The bar uniform is just normal at first, then shorter skirt, then optional no-bra under the blouse if you want more tips, and the way the game treats that is pretty honest. You can go “pure route” in your head, but then you see the money difference and you start thinking “ok, just once, just this shift” and of course it doesn’t stop there. Better tips, more attention, more guys pushing the line. It’s not subtle. It doesn’t want to be.

What surprised me is how much the everyday stuff holds all the porn together. You’re checking the calendar, worrying about rent, dealing with the landlord who is “helpful” in the most disgusting way, trying to stay in college, and in the middle of that someone’s blackmailing her with a phone picture from the bar bathrooms. The sandbox parts are kind of janky but I liked that I could just wander between home, bar, train, campus, and let things happen instead of being dragged in a straight line. Some of the minigames are annoying as hell, like I swear I failed a drink serving one not because I was bad but because my mouse just decided to float, and then I got punished inside the story for that mistake. Still opened the game again later, so I guess it worked. Sex-wise, it’s a lot of teasing at first: groping while she pretends nothing’s happening, hands sliding under her skirt in the crowded train, “accidentally” brushing against guests as she leans forward. When she starts giving in, the scenes get way more explicit, more rough, more “you said no but you also didn’t really fight it” kind of corruption, which some people will love and some will hate. I kind of liked how the game doesn’t care if you feel comfortable. It just pushes and pushes, testing where your line really is instead of where you say it is. And no, I still don’t forgive that one ugly NPC model who keeps calling her “Angelcakes.”

Idle Waifu feels like somebody mashed a clicker game with a horny Twitter feed and then forgot to add shame. You start with this very basic anime girl, almost like a stock character the AI coughed up after you typed “generic waifu pls,” and slowly she turns into this weirdly personal project. You’re not really playing a heroine, you’re raising a porn folder that looks back at you. The whole thing lives in that space where you say “ok, ten more clicks and I close the tab” and of course you don’t, because now you want to see what the next outfit does. It’s that cheap dopamine, the kind you get when you unlock a new scene, watch it once with your hand already moving, and then feel slightly dirty but also kind of proud of your “build.”

The fun part, at least for me as someone who writes visual novels, is how little it pretends to be more than it is. There’s no deep story, no big emotional hook. You’re here to grind numbers until the girls start fucking in creative clothes, end of discussion. And it works exactly because of that. You level them, you grab more cash, you buy an outfit that looks innocent from the thumbnail, then suddenly you’re staring at her getting railed in full animation with a speed slider like some horny DJ. Slow is “I want to appreciate the jiggle and the expressions.” Normal is “ok, I’m edging a bit.” Fast is “shut up, I’m busy,” the pure masturbation mode. The animation loops are surprisingly tight and hypnotic, very much that hentai-gif-on-Reddit vibe, except you had to actually do something to see it instead of just scrolling in bed on your phone pretending you’ll sleep soon.

Outfits are the real content here, not the base models. Clothes are basically personality, since there’s almost no writing. Schoolgirl, maid, bunny suit, some trashy clubwear that looks like she lost a fight with AliExpress, even stuff that barely counts as clothing. Every time you unlock a new look, you’re not asking “what’s her backstory,” you’re asking “ok, how exactly is she getting fucked in this one.” And yeah, the AI generated style is obvious if you stare too long, some faces have that almost-too-smooth thing, some hands look like they’re one frame away from growing an extra finger, but in motion, while you’re one step from nutting, you just don’t care. It’s like those cheap hentai OVAs where you forget the plot after five minutes but remember the one specific position in episode 2. Idle Waifu is that, except the story is you, slowly losing track of time, promising yourself you’re only staying until the next outfit, and then chasing one more scene anyway.

New girl moves into your shitty apartment building, right across the hall. Whole place smells like old socks and cheap weed, but she steps out in this black skirt, ripped tights, boots that sound like she’s stomping on your soul. Dark lipstick, eyes like she already hates you, huge ass barely contained in that tight outfit, and you just know this is bad idea territory. The game throws you into that feeling of “alright, I should behave” and then immediately lets you not behave at all. It’s a small, compact thing, like some horny prototype someone made instead of answering emails, but it hits very specific brain cells. You just click through your day, check your phone like you’re bored on WhatsApp or doomscrolling Instagram, pretend you’re doing something else, and then you wait to “accidentally” meet her in the hallway again. Or in the laundry room. Or when she knocks because the water isn’t working. You’re not a hero here, just the dude who suddenly cares a lot about taking out the trash whenever she’s outside.

Her vibe is that soft, lazy goth who doesn’t like people but will still sit on your couch like she owns it. First time she walks into your apartment, she does that slow look around, then drops her ass on your sofa and just… spreads out. You’re there thinking about how her shirt is a little too short on the back, how you can see the curve under the fabric when she leans forward. The game lets you push the conversation just a bit too far every time. You can be polite, keep it chill, talk about music and weird late-night YouTube rabbit holes, or you can steer it into her tattoos, her piercings, the way her skirt rides up when she crosses her legs. It’s not some big open world or whatever, it’s more like a dirty little chat app disguised as a visual novel. Click, read, stare at her, try not to be a creep, fail. I liked that sometimes she answers in this flat “I don’t care” way and then two lines later she’s basically flirting and you’re not sure if she wants you or just wants attention. Honestly that made her hotter and also way more annoying.

There’s this one moment where she bends over in front of the fridge and her ass just fills the screen, all tight fabric and heavy curve, and the game just lingers there slightly too long. Not long enough to be obvious, but enough that you feel your brain lag. Another time you make some stupid joke and she laughs, then calls you an idiot, and the camera shifts closer so you get more cleavage than face. Stuff like that. It’s cheap, but in a good way. Sex isn’t instant though, it toys with you. You get little teases, accidental touches, her sitting way too close on your bed while pretending to watch something. You’ll unlock a more explicit scene if you don’t fuck up the earlier choices, but even the build-up is filthy enough, because the whole time you’re stuck in that “this is my neighbor, I’m gonna see her by the mailbox after doing absolutely obscene shit with her” mindset. It’s not a massive game, not super polished, UI is kind of clunky in spots, I clicked the wrong choice once because the spacing annoyed me and I’m still mad about it for no real reason. But the thing lives in that tension between casual small talk and “I want her to sit on my face and ruin my life”, and it doesn’t pretend to be anything deeper than that. Honestly feels like something you’d sneak on a second monitor at work while pretending to answer Slack messages, brain half in spreadsheets, half in her thighs. She’s messy, the writing’s a bit broken in places, some lines sound like they were translated twice, but it all fits her: that rude, bored, thick goth neighbor who knows exactly how hard you’re staring.

Epifania feels like one of those bad decisions you know you’ll remember fondly. The whole thing plays like a horny business sim mixed with a sleazy choose-your-own-adventure, where every “good” idea somehow ends with someone dripping on the office couch. You start as basically nobody, just some ambitious idiot dropped into a city where everyone sells something, including their holes, and the only person who gives a shit about you is this Devil Investor lady who looks like she could eat you alive and then complain you were under-seasoned. She hands you a ruined building and says “make me money,” and from there it’s like Excel sheet meets brothel fantasy. You’re hiring girls, training them, checking stats, juggling mood, obedience, kink levels, fertility, all of that, while also deciding if that cute newbie gets her first time in a quiet VIP room or straight into a public gangbang scene because the market wants fresh meat tonight. The game never pretends it’s moral. It just asks “how far do you want to push this” and then gives you a slider for it.

What hooked me is how each girl stops feeling like a stat block and more like a branch in a big dirty book. You wanna turn the shy bookworm into a smug exhibitionist who loves public use? You can push her down that route with training, specific jobs, and the right dialogue picks. Maybe you give her her first defloration scene as a “romantic” one-on-one, creampie included, and then later you throw her at a gloryhole line where ten anonymous dicks finish in her face and pussy in one shift. The game just shrugs and tracks the change. Some of the best moments are tiny ones, like when one of your MILF courtesans stops you after a shift report and asks why you keep assigning her to anal and multiple penetration rooms, and you realize you did it only because her numbers looked good in that column like you were arranging icons on your phone. There is a whole layer with lactation and pregnancy that sneaks up on you too. You start using the breeding-themed rooms because the tips are great and then suddenly you’re scheduling checkups, adjusting shifts for girls with swollen tits leaking through their outfits, and deciding if you want to advertise the “fertile only” floor to high rollers. It’s fucked up. It’s hot. Sometimes it is just funny, like when you send a pregnant girl to do a footjob because you’re trying to keep her “holes unused” stat low for a special client and the game treats that like responsible management.

The corporate theme is not just flavor text either, it crawls into everything. You are not just running a brothel, you are building a dirty little megacorp, with departments, branches, competitors, even unions threatening strikes because you made one too many BDSM event nights with no rest for the staff. One moment you are tweaking prices for anal vs standard service and the next you are in a scene where you watch from a hidden camera as your favorite courtesan gets passed around an entire boardroom, double stuffed while a guy uses her mouth to sign the contract on her forehead, and you feel like the biggest pervert in the city for enjoying it. There is voyeurism all over, like a gameplay mechanic and also a personality test. You keep catching yourself opening the monitoring screen “just to check profits” and staying to watch a swinging couple session where two of your girls share a married man and then invite his wife into the mix for a strap-on show. The trainer side of it can drag sometimes, because you repeat some tasks and grind cash like a boring mobile game you half-play while scrolling Twitter, but then it throws a new scene where a former vanilla girl begs you to chain her up in the basement BDSM wing and loan her out as public use toy for a weekend. And yeah, sometimes the menus feel clunky and the pacing jumps between “too slow” and “holy shit, what did I just unlock,” but when your brothel finally looks alive, with every room booked, cum on the floors, cameras recording, and the Devil Investor smiling while you sign another contract with some faceless corporation that wants exclusive access to your most fertile MILFs, it’s hard to pretend you are not a little proud of being the most efficient pimp in this rotten city.