Robert thinks he’s getting this quiet life in a big old manor with a loyal wife, two sweet daughters and a bunch of dusty rooms that smell like old wood and secrets. Instead he basically invites corruption in for tea, because he lets that “family friend” uncle Peter move in. You know the type: old guy, fake polite, eyes glued to every tight skirt, smiles too long at the girls, talks about “tradition” while thinking about tits. The game doesn’t even pretend he’s harmless. He’s the walking midlife crisis of the house, and the best part is that the manor itself feels like it’s on his side. There’s this hidden room with a demonic book, Lilith whispering shit into the family’s minds, and suddenly nobody in that house is as pure as they look. The whole vibe is: you watch a normal family get slowly twisted from the inside, and the game really takes its time rubbing your face in how “normal” they were before.

What caught me is how the horny stuff grows out of small moments. It’s not just “click here, sex happens”. You’re chatting with Sophia in the hallway, she’s in this simple dress, nothing crazy, and then you see her bend a little too low to pick something up and you know Peter noticed it too. Next scene he’s “helping” her in the kitchen, hand too close to her ass, casual comments that feel innocent if you read them fast. You don’t. You stare. And Lilith’s influence creeps in, pushing them all toward this ugly, delicious mess of cheating, jealousy, and that kind of “I hate that I’m turned on” tension. Casey’s attitude shifts bit by bit, Emily starts to linger when she shouldn’t, and the choices you make as the male protagonist just grease the slope. When the sex finally hits, it’s not shy. Animated scenes of big tits bouncing in your face, asses shaking on screen like they’re trying to break free, everything wet and loud and wrong in exactly the way you expected the moment you saw that damn book in the attic. Vaginal scenes are front and center, not some side thing, and they don’t fake the passion, though sometimes it goes so far that it stops feeling like “romance” and more like the death of it.

If you’re hoping for a sweet happy ending where love triumphs, I don’t know what to tell you. This game laughs right in that Disney bullshit. Romance here is something to corrupt, to watch it rot slowly while everyone smiles on the surface. You’ll see scenes where Sophia looks at Robert with soft eyes, and ten minutes later she’s moaning for someone she shouldn’t even be touching. You’ll have moments where you kind of hate yourself for pushing the “wrong” option and then do it again on purpose. That’s the trick: it pokes at that nasty curiosity we pretend we don’t have. The art is 2D but expressive, the animated parts hit harder because you already watched these people slide toward it. It’s lewd, it’s messy, it doesn’t treat fidelity like some holy thing. The manor becomes this silent witness to every betrayal, every wet, sticky, late-night mistake, and by the time you realize how far gone everyone is, Lilith’s whispers already feel like your own thoughts.

The so secret side of Shibuya Incident! Only open for viewing of Higher-ups! The Confidential Shibuya Files!​

Trapped Inside A Weird Game is a game about a 19-year-old boy's life and a mysterious person who leads our main character to explore a new world. This game is presented in the form of a visual novel and was created using Ren'Py.​

You move to a new city to start university. Sounds like the beginning of something normal, right?
A new home. New faces. A chance to finally start over.
You’re staying with your aunt - kind, a little tired, but endlessly patient, trying her best to keep everything together. Her daughters couldn’t be more different: one sharp and provocative, the other quiet and harder to read.
Life slowly settles into a rhythm:
Classes at the university. Looking for a part-time job. Awkward kitchen conversations. Flirting that goes just a little further than it probably should.
The city seems normal.
Seriously. Completely normal.
It’s just… sometimes you feel like you notice things no one else does.
A look that lingers a second too long. An odd pause in a conversation. A strange sense that part of the city runs by different rules.
But maybe you’re just overthinking it.
After all, nothing weird happens here.

SULLEN PSYCHO (AKA: Project Psycho) features a dark fantasy setting the protagonist has no idea how he's ended up in, but instead of going out, he keeps diving in. What the hell, Allan? He's charming, care-free, and goes with the flow, long as he can! You control him throughout his weird adventures. He never (or rarely) questions the absurdity of his situation. Why should anyone else?
Sullen PSYCHO is not necessarily about a psycho, but a random fellow, Allan, who is where he's not supposed to be. But now that he IS here, he must navigate through the dark, mysterious, captivating castle he's found himself in. Therein he'll meet many entities, be it people or weirder creatures, friend or foe, alive or DEAD!
He'll meet Succubi and Talking Skeletons, Iron-clad Knights and Old Frauds and Tricksters who not unlike him, are hoping for a good time:
A Good Adventure.

The heat sits on that tiny apartment like a wet towel you can’t shake off. It sticks to skin, to clothes, to Rei’s thin tank top when she bends over the sink, pretending she doesn’t feel your eyes on her ass. She’s supposed to be “aunt,” or “family friend,” or whatever label makes it less fucked up that every time she passes in the hallway your cock twitches. She moves slow, tired housewife kind of slow, but every curve on her body screams she knows exactly what she’s doing. Soft big tits that fight against cheap fabric, hips that fill the doorway, that slightly sad smile of a woman who’s been lonely way too long and pretends she’s okay with it. Except she isn’t. Not really.

Then the old man shows up. Claims to be your grandfather. Smells like cigarettes and sweat and something rotten. Sets his suitcase down like he just decided this is his house now. You want to laugh, but Rei’s face drains of color and Sora’s eyes narrow like a cat that spots a mouse. She’s the daughter, sharp tongue and short shorts, always with a game console in hand, pretending she doesn’t notice how her mom starts flinching whenever the old bastard “accidentally” brushes against her. You watch from the crack in your door as he starts touching Rei longer than needed, his wrinkled fingers on her waist, on her ass, talking about “helping with stress.” At first she stiffens, then she forces a smile, then she starts making excuses to be alone with him. For “adult talk.” You know that tone. Corruption doesn’t happen in one big step; it happens cup of tea by cup of tea, “thank you” by “it’s fine, just this once.”

The fucked up part is how the game lets you poke at this situation, not like a hero, but like a horny parasite. You’re not stopping anything. You’re deciding how much you want to see. You can sneak to the bathroom door and hear Rei choking on something that is not a cough. The wet noise of forced oral turning into desperate, hungry sucking, where her gagging shifts into little muffled moans she would never admit are real. Or you stay “loyal” and still end up spying through keyholes while she rides that old bastard, her big ass bouncing on his lap, tears in her eyes but her pussy creaming around him like it belongs there. Sometimes she resists and then folds, sometimes she looks like she’s almost enjoying the rough grip on her hair, the way he talks to her like property. Sometimes you even get pulled in, not as savior but as another man claiming a piece of her, sliding into her raw and leaving your cum deep inside, while her womb already full of someone else’s seed. Interracial mix of bodies and age and power, all wrapped in that cramped apartment where walls are thin and secrets thinner.

Sora’s the little devil in the corner, seeing everything, pretending she doesn’t care. She catches you peeking once, smirks, and the next time she “borrows” the old man’s wallet she demands he plays along. Trading games is not about consoles anymore. She comes back to your room with flushed cheeks and messed hair, chewing on gum that wasn’t hers before, and throws a wrapped bill on your bed like a joke. She teases you, spreads her legs just a bit too far when she sits on your chair, talks about how “grandpa” is disgusting while her eyes sparkle with something way darker. If you push, she might open those legs more, might ask what you’d pay for a peek, or for a taste, or for the chance to paint her face white while her mom moans in the next room on someone else’s cock. This whole summer turns into a slow, sweaty spiral where ownership is just a word men use when they shove their dick somewhere and leave it dripping. Who gets Rei in the end, who marks her womb, who Sora decides to toy with, who really controls the house… that all comes down to the tiny choices you click while your hand is already around your shaft, trying to decide if you want to feel guilty or just enjoy watching everything good rot from inside.

Edgefield feels like someone took a horny college fantasy, fed it to an AI, then actually bothered to fix most of the weird shit that comes out the other side. You start as this 18-year-old kid shipped off to some fancy university that looks like every glossy brochure on Instagram, and you can roll as a guy or a girl, which already puts it ahead of half the usual trash. Game just quietly lets you decide who you want to fuck without preaching, and that part I actually liked. One save I played this smug photography nerd dude who pretended to care about “lighting” while blatantly zooming in on tits and asses, and another save I ran a female MC who basically treated the whole campus like a tasting menu. Both work. You bounce around the dorms, halls, campus spots, clicking on shit like an old point and click, except now the reward is someone dropping to their knees in the laundry room instead of a puzzle piece. It’s sandboxy, but not that fake kind where you have ten locations and nothing to do. Stuff actually happens if you poke around long enough.

The porn is where it stops pretending to be wholesome. The animated scenes are front and center, and they do not shy away from what the tags promise. Big tits that actually move when you fuck them, not that stiff balloon nonsense. Thick asses riding you in slow rhythm while your character tries to pretend they’re “bonding emotionally”. Vaginal scenes have that nice wet slide, you can see hips slamming, thighs shaking. Blowjobs are drawn with way more love than some of the dialogue, tongue work and spit and the whole “eyes watering while they keep going” deal. There’s one scene where you’ve been flirting with this girl in your dorm for a while, and when it finally pays off she’s on her knees in front of your bed, hand on your thigh, bobbing her head slowly at first, then really going for it. The camera angle tilts just enough to catch her tits pressed against your leg, and it’s the exact moment I stopped pretending I was just “testing the sandbox” and alt-tabbed out of Discord. And yeah, the AI CG is noticeable if you stare too long, some fingers look like they got into a fight with a blender and a few faces slide into that strange “almost human but not quite” territory, but somehow it kind of fits the whole cheap, horny college fantasy vibe. You’re not here for museum-quality art. You’re here because the game lets you be a male or female walking disaster, flirt with whoever, click around campus like a perv detective, and eventually end up with a mouth full of cock or a bed squeaking while your roommate pretends not to hear a damn thing.

Dark-themed roleplaying visual novel set in a dystopian walled city. You make choices that shape who you become, good protector, evil abuser, manipulator, or something in between. Build relationships and train characters, explore a world where people are bought and sold, and decide how far you're willing to go to survive.​

The game tracks your decisions. Who you protect. Who you use. Whether you break someone with cruelty or build them back up with patience.

Features:
- 16,000+ words.
- Moral choice system — your decisions shape who you become
- Four women with independent relationship paths
- NTR and corruption paths that only happen if you let them(planned for future)
- Slave training — kind, neutral, or cruel(planned for future)
- Animated scenes with video and sound
- Customizable protagonist name and relationships
- Day/night exploration across multiple locations

I once heard a story...
There's a marketplace under the mountain where anything can be bought and sold. Visitors wear masks to become faceless strangers. It's home to the unscrupulous, the outcast, and the desperate.
You're one of the desperate.
Strangers with their own secrets and ambitions can show you ways through the market. They'll guide you to your goal, but don't trust them to have your best interests at heart.
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11 cat figurines. Inside one of them are diamonds — an inheritance revealed in a letter from your late aunt. Scattered across the hotel where she once worked, the figurines lead you to take an internship that opens the door to a world of secrets, intrigue, and temptation. But it doesn’t take long to realize — you’re not the only one searching.​