"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.​

Ok so I'm clicking on this girl. Cherry Bubblebelle Delphinium. What a name, right? Like someone threw anime and candy into a blender. She's this fusion of Princess Bubblegum and Sakura from Naruto, which is a combo I didn't know I needed until my brain started doing backflips. The whole thing runs in browser, no downloads or whatever, which is good because my laptop is already crying from all the... research files.

The first thing you notice is how unpolished it is. Deliberately so, I guess? The 3d model is... there. She's got pink hair and a vacant stare that somehow makes the whole thing hotter in a weird, janky way. You just click on her. That's it. Click her shoulder, she kinda twitches. Click her chest, and there's this awkward boob physics moment that feels like watching a mannequin come to life but only halfway. I laughed. Then I clicked again. I don't know what that says about me. The lack of any real game mechanics, no dialogue trees or stat tracking, just pure tactile poking, is almost meditative? No, that's a stupid word for it. It's more like poking a weird science experiment with a stick.

There's this moment where if you click her skirt enough times, the fabric sort of glitches and you get a panty shot that feels like you broke the game. And that's the reward. The whole "dating sim" tag is a lie, there's no romance here, just you and your mouse cursor and this silent, blinking anime princess who exists only to be touched. The crossover aspect is completely unhinged. Why does Sakura's forehead protector look like it's made of gum? The cozy tag is also a joke, nothing cozy about the dead silence except your own breathing. But I kept going back to it while scrolling Twitter on my phone. It's like a fidget spinner for degenerates. Award for Best Use of a Single Animation Loop, I guess. The bubblegum pink color palette is honestly kind of nice though. Wait, I said it was unpolished. It is. But the color is nice. Forget what I was talking about.

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.

so i loaded up living with belle last night, right, and the first thing that hits me is how weirdly specific the whole roommate setup is. like, you're just some guy and belle is there and then other girls start showing up. the dialogue trees are pretty basic but honestly that's not why anyone's here. there's this one scene where you can just keep poking at her while she's trying to watch tv and the way she reacts changes like four times before she finally snaps. that kind of stuff is more fun than the actual sex scenes sometimes.

the art is... fine. not gonna pretend it's groundbreaking. some of the poses look a little stiff, especially when the clothes come off. but the writing has this dumb charm to it. belle calls you a pervert in like six different ways and one of them actually made me laugh out loud. i don't remember which one. the sound design is basically nonexistent which is weird because there's a whole music toggle in the settings and it does nothing. i clicked it like ten times. nothing. maybe my browser is broken.

oh and there's a minigame where you have to sneak glances at her changing without getting caught. it's stupid easy but the fail state is funny because she just stares at you deadpan and says "really?" and you lose affection points or whatever. i failed on purpose a few times just to see how low it goes. she doesn't kick you out which is honestly unrealistic. if my roommate caught me doing that i'd be dead. anyway the other girls are fine, one of them has a weird accent that comes and goes. the whole thing feels like a fever dream you'd have after watching too much anime and eating gas station sushi. not that i've done that. recently.

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.

This is one of those games that feels like it was written by someone who just discovered hentai logic and said yes to everything. Angelina, or Angel, which is a name that makes me think of lingerie lines that try too hard. She's a redhead waitress in a bar that smells like regret, and the whole world has decided women are collectibles. The setup is so aggressively grim it loops back around to being funny. Like a lace bodysuit with cutouts where no cutouts should be.

The minigames at the bar are basically groping simulators with a time limit. You're pouring drinks while some guy's hand is on a journey across your thigh and you have to decide if you slap him or let it slide for a bigger tip. The choices aren't deep. They're the kind of binary you'd doodle on a napkin. But there's something almost hypnotic about how bluntly it presents the corruption. College, the train, your own apartment. Everywhere is just another stage for a very specific fantasy that refuses to apologize. I found myself clicking through dialogue about blackmail while thinking about how the color palette is actually kind of nice. Muted browns and that one shade of red hair that pops like a warning sign.

The sandbox element means you can just wander into bad decisions. I accidentally triggered a scene in the landlord's office that made me laugh out loud because of how suddenly it escalated. One minute you're discussing rent, the next you're picking dialogue options that read like they were translated through three languages and a hangover. The game doesn't try to hide what it is. A dress with no back and no front. Just straps and audacity. You keep playing not because it's good, but because it's so committed to being exactly what it promised.

The first thing that hits you is the wrongness. Not the cosmic horror kind, more like finding a deepfake of your favorite childhood cartoon doing unspeakable things. The art in Idle Waifu is that special breed of AI generated where fingers melt into thighs and eyes stare in slightly different directions, like a shoggoth trying to remember what a human date looked like. And I mean that as a compliment, sort of. There's an accidental eldritch truth to it, the void peeking through the pixels. The jank is the texture of the real.

Gameplay is, well, idle. You click a girl, numbers go up, you buy a bikini that looks like it was knitted by a blind spider, numbers go up faster. The whole thing runs itself while you're off doing something else, which is a mercy. The real draw is the outfit changes, a ritualistic peeling away of fabric that feels less like seduction and more like a summoning. You cycle through a few sets, each one slightly more improbably strained, until you unlock the animated scene. Three speed settings. I don't know why three. A slow, reverent undulation, a normal pace that highlights every anatomical error in excruciating detail, and a fast mode that looks like a washing machine full of tentacles having a seizure. It's mesmerizing.

The sound design is non-existent, which is perfect. Silence, punctuated by your own breathing and the faint hum of your computer fan, makes the whole experience feel like a solitary ritual performed in a damp basement. The parody tag is doing a lot of heavy lifting here. Parody of what? Idle games? Desire itself? The female form? The whole thing is a beautiful, broken mirror held up to the concept of an "eroge". The progression is a flat line of dopamine hits. You unlock a cat ear headband. Nothing changes, yet everything is different. I spent twenty minutes fixated on a single sock that clipped through a calf. That's the true endgame.

I spent way too long staring at her apartment door. Not because the game makes you, but because the clickable area is weirdly small. Like, you have to hit exactly the doorknob. Not the door. Not the frame. The doorknob. I clicked around for a solid minute before figuring that out. The whole thing feels like someone's first Ren'Py project they abandoned halfway through, which honestly might be the case.

The goth girl next door has this massive rear that the game is very proud of. Every scene finds an excuse to show it off. She bends over to pick up mail. She stretches. She leans against the wall in a way that makes zero anatomical sense unless you're trying to frame a shot. The dialogue is whatever, typical "oh hey neighbor" stuff that reads like it was run through Google Translate twice. But you're not here for the writing. There's this one moment where she's on her balcony and the wind blows her skirt up, and the whole thing freezes for like five seconds while the game probably loads something. It's janky as hell but also kind of perfect timing.

The prototype tag is doing a lot of heavy lifting here. Menus are placeholder text. The music cuts out randomly. I clicked a dialogue option once and got sent back to the main menu for no reason. But the character sprite, specifically the way her fishnets dig into her thighs, that got attention. Someone spent time on that. The dating sim elements are barely there, just a few choices that loop back to the same outcomes. I wish there was more to actually do besides click and hope the next scene triggers. The visual novel part is more like a slideshow with occasional buttons. Don't expect branching paths or anything deep. Just a neighbor with a big ass and a game that barely holds together around her.

The Devil Investor has this thing she does with her tongue when she talks about profit margins. I can't stop thinking about it. Epifania City chewed me up and spat me into this abandoned building with nothing but a flickering neon sign and a dream of turning it into the filthiest brothel this corporate hellscape has ever seen. She believes in me. Or she believes in what my hands can build. Same thing, really.

The first courtesan I hired was a milf with lactation fantasies and a look in her eyes like she'd already calculated my net worth down to the last credit. Training her meant watching through the one way glass while she practiced on clients, her big tits bouncing, learning exactly when to tighten up during anal to make a man empty his wallet along with his balls. The voyeurism isn't just a feature, it's the whole damn management style. I spent forty minutes yesterday just observing a footjob session, taking notes on technique, completely forgetting I was supposed to be manipulating the aphrodisiac market. The stock crashed. I didn't care. Her toes were curling in this specific way that made the client make a sound I've never heard before.

The corporation mechanics are whatever. Buy upgrades, crush competitors, standard tycoon stuff. But then you unlock the gloryhole expansion and suddenly you're managing throughput like a factory floor, except the product is anonymous creampies and the workers are getting pregnant because you forgot to invest in contraception protocols. The swinging events get messy fast. One minute you're arranging tasteful partner swaps for VIP clients, the next there's a triple penetration scene happening on the bar and your best girl is demanding maternity leave. The bdsm training room has this one piece of equipment I still don't understand. It looks like a chair but wrong. I keep buying more of them.

Public use shows up in the strangest places. A defloration auction went sideways when the corporation next door tried to sabotage us with fake bids. Joke's on them, we made triple. The Devil Investor licked her lips and transferred the funds. I'm building something here. Something wet and complicated and probably illegal in three territories.