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.

Small town, boring campus, horny brain. That is the whole mood of this thing. You play this kinda lazy city kid who only pretends to care about uni, then your dad throws you into this dead little town where nothing moves faster than the old ladies on benches. At least, that is what it looks like first evening. Then you meet Rally. Skinny, cute, soft face, that kind of boy where your brain goes “he?” and “she?” at same time and refuses to pick. He offers you a cheap room, like some normal roommate deal, but the vibe is not normal at all. First night, you can hear him through the thin wall, slow fap noises and tiny breathing, and you get that instant “oh, this is one of those games” feeling. The game doesn’t rush it though, which I kind of liked and kind of hated. You spend a bit too long just walking to lectures you barely see, talking to people who have way bigger tits than any campus adviser I ever saw on my real-life Zoom classes, and half the time your guy is thinking with his dick instead of his GPA. Classic.

Rally is the star here. Early on you catch him half‑dressed in the corridor, oversized shirt barely covering that bubble butt, cute little panties peeking when he bends to pick up laundry. You get a dialog choice: pretend you saw nothing or stare like a dog. Of course I stared. He blushes, legs crossing a bit, camera lingering way too long, and I was like “yeah, this dev grew up on old eroge too.” Later, there is this scene where you wake up in the middle of the night and he’s sitting on your bed, saying he’s cold. The model leans in close, this soft boy body but with that obvious bulge pushing the fabric, and suddenly the whole teasing act flips. He starts grinding on your leg, hands shaking, and your MC can either play the gentleman or grab his hips. There is some nice masturbation stuff too. One afternoon, everyone’s at class, you are stuck “studying” in your room. You open your phone, scroll porn like on xVideos, and the game lets you pick what you watch. I picked a thick MILF with big tits, riding some lucky bastard, and your guy just strokes along while the sound leaks through your earbuds. Then Rally knocks on the door, you panic, try to click away, but the sound bugged for me and kept playing under the dialog. Whole scene suddenly feels way more filthy because they talk about rent and shopping while moaning still going in the back. Maybe a bug, maybe genius. The town itself hides some surprises too, like that older woman at the store with the huge ass and “I shouldn’t fuck my tenant” kind of aura, and when the game finally lets you get her alone in a backroom, the 3D models go full on, with her riding you, tits bouncing in your face, and you almost forget you were supposed to be here for lectures at all. It’s messy, slow in weird spots, horny in good ones, and yeah, I closed the browser, went to make tea, and kept thinking about Rally’s smug little smirk when he catches you staring at his panties.

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.

The first thing I thought after a few minutes was - why does it feel like a fever dream made by someone who got lost between a lab manual and a wet dream? The tone is weirdly confident, like the game knows it’s absurd and just leans into it. One moment you’re staring at a microscope screen, the next a pair of soft giggles echo in your ear and you forget there’s supposed to be *science* involved. The twins - god, they’re both trouble in different flavors. The older one pretends she’s got morals, the younger one pretends nothing at all matters. They circle you like cats, teasing until you can’t tell who’s leading anymore. It’s the kind of harem setup that should feel predictable, but doesn’t, because everyone acts like they’ve read too many philosophy posts on Twitter and now weaponize flirting as research.

There’s this one scene - animated in that slow, almost-too-smooth way - where she’s trying to keep a serious conversation while her hand is very much *not* serious, and you can feel the POV shake like the dev forgot to stabilize it. It’s oddly intimate, messy even, which I liked more than I expected. The humor sneaks in during those in-between breaths; the hero mutters something about “empirical data” right before a creampie moment, and it’s so dumb it becomes sexy again. Sometimes the pacing flatlines, like the game just needed a cigarette break. Other times it spikes into this blurry intensity that makes you forget your phone is heating up in your hand. I still don’t get the romance angle though - it’s half sincere, half ironic, like everyone’s pretending not to be lonely while naked.

I keep thinking how the visuals give everyone that soft plastic shine, but I don’t even care after a while. The dialogue is clumsy and weirdly poetic, like it was translated by someone half-drunk on dopamine. There’s a virgin subplot I wanted to hate, but then it turns awkward and human and suddenly I did care. I started imagining sketching the twins, one smirking, one looking away, both glowing under fake lab light. Maybe that’s the spell - it’s trashy and stupid and kind of brilliant.

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

A Survival Horror Game of Temptation and Transformation
The world has fallen to the RAG-Virus—a pandemic causing rapid weight gain and mental decline. You're Sarah, alone in your apartment as Visitors knock each night. Some are survivors. Others are something far worse. Every choice determines if you survive or become their next mindless vessel.​

Features:
Visitor Testing System: Check hands and teeth—some aren't human
Weight Gain Progression: Watch Sarah physically transform as the virus takes hold
8 Unique Visitors: Each with their own dark desires and secrets
Multiple Endings: Survive, escape, or embrace transformation
Psychological Horror: The seductive pull of giving in
Content Includes:
Female MC transformation
BBW/SSBBW weight gain
Breast and ass expansion
Horror and psychological tension
Adult themes (18+)

From the Developer
"Don't Open the Door explores the intersection of fear and desire. What happens when the thing that terrifies you also tempts you? When survival means resisting pleasures that promise to erase all your pain? This game is about that moment of choice—when the knocking starts, and you have to decide who to let in."

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.​

In this NTR VN, you play as the male protagonist. You and your wife like to explore the world of NTR and NTS, and you know what happens next. If not, go play this game.

This game will feature two distinct story paths — NTS and NTR — and this time, Author puts a lot of focus on developing both routes properly and giving them the depth they deserve.​