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.

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

Lyra is supposed to be this perfect warrior princess, right? Stoic, noble, all that heroic cosplay you see on Insta but with way less clothing and way more sweat. Except her head is completely fucked with cravings she is not allowed to have. The island is full of sharp women, hard bodies, ritual bruises, polished armor, and then behind all that there is this constant low buzz of want. Skin against skin in the baths, eyes lingering too long during drills, the way someone’s mouth curves when they lose a spar and drop to one knee. The whole place pretends it is discipline and honor, but it is horny as hell under the surface, and Lyra is the one who knows it too well because her own pulse keeps betraying her.

When Thebe shows up, this stubborn tomboy recruit with too much attitude and not enough respect, it is like the island hands Lyra a living toy and says: here, fix this. You, as Lyra, decide what "fixing" means. Sometimes that is a wooden sword across her thighs until her legs shake, sometimes it is fingers on her jaw, forcing her to hold eye contact while you tell her what a useless little slut of a warrior she is, and sometimes it is just making her kneel silently and breathe while you trace circles over the inside of her thigh without giving her what she is begging for. The game never rushes when it is cruel. There are these scenes where you control everything: what she can say, when she is allowed to come, if she is allowed to come at all. You can praise her as your good girl or grind her right down into filthy nothing, making her repeat what she is, what she is for. That whole orgasm control thing hits stupidly hard here, because you are not pushing a generic meter, you are playing with her conditioning, layering orders over affection until she worships you for the privilege of being used. One time I had her pinned against a training pillar, hands bound above her head, her mouth stuffed so she can only moan around it, and the only way she can show obedience is how still she holds her hips while Lyra teases her clit with just the edge of a glove. It is awful and perfect and you kinda hate yourself while clicking the "not yet" option again.

What surprised me is how soft it can switch without warning. Lyra is not some cartoon domme robot. She is horny, yes, and a little broken, and she screws up. There is this bathhouse scene after a rough punishment where you sit with Thebe between your legs, washing her hair, and the steam is thick and your thighs are wrapped around her hips. You still control her, she still calls you princess, but suddenly you are kissing the bruises you put on her, licking water off her shoulder like it is an apology. The camera (not literally, chill, just how it feels) lingers on mouths and fingers, and a lot of the heat is in kissing and cunnilingus, tongue and breath and needy little sounds. It is very lesbian, very yuri, but with that twisted power thing where romance and ownership tangle together until you forget where one ends. At one point I caught myself whispering "good girl" at my screen like a complete idiot, which is extra funny because the game also kicks you in the teeth sometimes with humiliation. You can have her sell herself on your command, you can push her into roles that look like prostitution wrapped in "duty to the island", and Lyra has to watch and decide if she is doing it for Themiscyra or for her own sick thrill. Honestly the only thing that annoyed me was this one UI click in the menu that feels like it is hiding the choice you actually want, and I kept hitting the wrong thing on my phone while half naked in bed, which is not the mood you want killed by a tiny button. Anyway. It is messy, horny, mean, weirdly romantic, and every time you think you are the one in control, the story pulls back and reminds you that Lyra might be the one getting possessed by her own need, not just her little warrior toy.

Imagine a horny trivia night where every question you answer wrong sends you into a different timeline and every “bonus round” is actually someone riding your dick or your face. That’s kind of how this game feels. One moment you’re this broke nobody in modern time, jerking off at home and trying not to think about how useless you are, then suddenly some crazy AI thing wants to delete the whole universe and now you’re time skipping between a medieval kingdom, a neon sci‑fi hellscape and your pretty normal city, collecting tits, trouble and trauma like Pokémon. Except these Pokémon sit on your face, call you “pet” and make you pay their rent by turning your stats and their holes into profit. The story pretends you’re the chosen one, but you always feel more like the idiot who just happened to be standing closest to the big red button labeled “world ending bullshit, press here.” Somehow that works.

What actually hooked me was how the horny stuff and the “ok I need to actually think” stuff are tangled together. You wanna rail the witch with the huge ass in the medieval castle? Great, but she wants proof you can survive the dungeon first, so off you go, bumbling through corridors, managing your health, trying not to get clapped by monster girls who look like they crawled out of someone’s very specific tags list. One of them literally had you on your knees with her foot on your chest, toes stroking your cock while she messes with your head, whispering that you’re just a toy in her dungeon. It’s half combat encounter, half humiliation fetish and you kind of forget which part you’re supposed to be “winning.” Then in the future era you’re managing a brothel like it’s a fucked up version of Football Manager. You set shifts, choose which girl teases which client, worry about corruption levels, unlock new services, suddenly realize you’ve min-maxed your way into running a time traveling prostitution empire. There’s even that awkward first time thing with one of the virgins in the school arc, where the game doesn’t shy away from it being clumsy and weird before it gets hot. She’s jerking you off badly at first, nervous as hell, then after a few scenes she’s got your cock between her tits, tongue on the tip, making that stupid ahegao face and you’re like “ok, yeah, character development.” And all the while this AI VOID thing is in the background, like a DM who keeps reminding you that the universe is dying while you’re busy getting a sloppy blowjob behind a tavern. Honestly, I came for the big tits and stayed because I was lowkey panicking about breaking the timeline while creampie-ing a princess in public in front of half the city. And yeah, that sentence makes sense if you’ve played it.

Truck-kun strikes again and this poor shut-in kid wakes up in what feels like some horny MMO server that forgot to implement shame. The start is kind of funny, he’s just confused, staring at this fantasy city where every alley smells like sex and magic, and you can almost hear the goddess going “yeah, you’ll figure it out, good luck, idiot.” I went in thinking classic loser-isekai with big boobs slapped on top, but it actually leans hard into that “you are prey here” feeling. First time you wander near the red light area and see a fluffy fox girl arguing with a slime prostitute about who stole whose client, it hits you this place runs on lust as normal currency. The voyeur stuff kicks in fast too: there’s a scene where you peek through shuttered windows and catch a centaur girl milking a cow-girl, swapping buckets, both laughing, and you can just keep watching them get more handsy while the MC gets painfully hard and does nothing about it. Or you can interrupt like a creep and change the whole vibe. Totally didn’t reload that twice. Nope.

What surprised me is how the game keeps throwing you into situations where your dick is negotiating with your sense of self. The succubus you chase at the beginning feels like “main heroine” at first, she’s all teasing smiles and fake kindness, but later you realize she is farming you like a battery. The first time she pins you down, riding you while tentacles hold your wrists and ankles, dripping some glowing stuff on your chest that slowly changes your body, it’s hot and really unpleasant at the same time. There’s this detail where she makes you drink from her, and you see your own chest twitch like it wants to grow, then stops. It’s such a tiny thing, but it sells that you are one wrong choice away from full transformation. Then later a cow-horned brothel madam offers you a “job” where you can either fuck clients or be fucked by them, including some very pushy monster girls who pay extra to drain you dry. The prostitution angle is weirdly casual: NPCs talk about it like normal work, while you’re standing there half-naked in a collar, wondering why the hell this contract asks if you are okay with lactation scenes. There’s a repeatable event where a spider girl uses you as her personal toy, dangling you over a nest and milking you into jars, and the game treats it like just another shift. It’s messed up. I loved it. I hated it. I kept coming back to try different paths like some degenerate speedrunner, all while listening to old YMCK tracks in another tab and thinking, yeah, this is absolutely not how my childhood idea of “fantasy world” looked.

Emily is one of those girls you swear you met in college but can’t quite place. Smart enough, cute enough, a bit basic at first sight, then ten minutes later she’s torn between finishing her assignment and sending nudes to a guy she just met at a shitty bar. That’s basically the whole mood of this game: watching her pretend she has her shit together while you quietly push her toward being either the good girl her profs love or the slut the whole campus whispers about. You’re not some faceless god here, more like the nasty little voice in her head that tells her “eh, one more drink, what’s the worst that can happen?” and then suddenly she’s blowing a married teacher in a locked classroom with her panties stuffed in his pocket. The nice part is how small choices snowball. You tell her to “just flirt a bit” with the muscular black guy from her study group and later you’re sitting there like, okay, now she’s on her knees with mascara all over her face and a grin that basically screams ahegao thumbnail. And the game does not shy from showing you every messy angle of that.

What I liked is that it doesn’t scream “corruption route / pure route” at you in big neon text, but you feel it anyway. One night she’s crying in her room, hugging her phone, deciding if she should stay loyal to her sweet boring boyfriend, next night she’s in some shady hotel room doing live cam masturbation with a vibrator she bought with blackmail money. That jump feels wrong and hot at the same time. Stuff like voyeurism is slipped in almost casually: your choice to peek at someone in the dorm showers “just out of curiosity” suddenly turns into Emily realizing people are watching her too, and instead of freaking out she starts putting on a little stripper show, slow teasing, panties slid down just enough to get the viewer hooked. Then the game turns around and drops a soft romance scene where she’s half asleep, giving lazy oral to her guy in bed, nothing wild, just quiet and intimate, and you think maybe she can be normal. Ten minutes later she’s letting a milf neighbor “teach” her how to please older men and the whole thing feels like you scrolled too far on Pornhub and forgot to stop.

The school setting is used more like a pressure cooker than just a backdrop. You get those dumb normal scenes like group projects and cafeteria gossip, and then out of nowhere someone threatens to leak her nudes unless she “earns” their silence, and that opens the door to prostitution stuff that starts kinda tame and then gets dark. Not “torture porn” dark, more like “she smiles but you know she is owned now” dark. Some paths put Emily on top too, by the way. There is this one route where she figures out very fast that horny men are idiots and starts using female domination tricks on a nervous dilf teacher, making him pay for private “tutoring” while she toys with him using her mouth and then pulls back right before he finishes, total power trip. Sex toys show up in fun ways, not just “here is a dildo, click to use”. Like she goes from shy bedtime fingering to riding a buzzing plug during a serious class presentation, trying not to let the sound escape her lips while her classmates discuss something dumb like group theory. I’m still annoyed that one of the endings locked behind a really small choice about her outfit on the first day, I picked the sweater because I thought “ok, cozy” and then later figured out that the skimpy dress opens a whole extra blackmail chain I missed, but fine, that’s on me and my fake morals. The point is, Emily doesn’t just flip from saint to whore in one click. She slides, stumbles, laughs, cries, makes horrible decisions that you kind of pushed her into. And watching her cross those lines, one blowjob, one strip tease, one “accidental” creampie at a time, is where the entire thing really gets under your skin.

Diamond Memories is one of those messy, horny school VNs where you start thinking “ok, this is just boobs and jokes”, and then somehow you’re three scenes later watching a girl you actually like sucking off some random guy in a filthy alley behind the karaoke bar while her phone lights up with messages from her clueless boyfriend. The tone whiplash is kind of the charm. One minute you get goofy banter about exams and uniforms, next minute you’re staring at an AI-generated CG of a girl with huge tits kneeling between the thighs of a dude twice her size, her mascara running and her hand “accidentally” wrapped around a second cock coming in from the side. The art has that slightly uncanny AI thing going on if you zoom too much, but honestly it works for this. It feels like stolen porn pics mixed into a VN, which is funny and also kinda sleazy in the right way. Text is where it sells the scenes anyway. They actually let the teasing breathe: the slow hand sliding under the desk, the first time a shy girl gets groped on a crowded bus and freezes, then presses her thighs together instead of moving away. It’s not subtle, but the pacing of corruption is better than in half the “serious” NTR games on F95.

What I really liked is the multiple protagonist angle. You bounce around the four girls, and sometimes you realize only later that the guy who was so “nice” in one route is the same asshole lining up a cheap group sex deal with her behind her back in another. There is a school setting, yeah, but the story spends more time outside than I expected: cheap hotels, love hotels, back seats, the usual. One girl’s arc goes from innocent masturbation in her room, trying to copy what she watched on some shitty Pornhub clone, to doing a paid titfuck for an older man she met in a chat app. The shift is believable enough that it stings a bit, especially if you played her “pure” path first. Humor is just dirty and juvenile in a good way. Characters crack jokes about interracial porn tags, the size difference, even the fact that one guy is clearly modeled after those meme stepbro actors. And then that same scene turns halfway serious when she realizes she kind of likes having two cocks fighting for the inside of her mouth. If you came for romantic VN fluff, you picked the wrong door. Cheating is not a side flavor here, it’s practically the main meal. There are moments where the boyfriend is just a text bubble on the screen, sending heart emojis, while the girl is pinned against a locker getting fucked raw, trying not to moan too loud. The game doesn’t pretend it’s “morally complicated”, it just lets shit happen and you sit there with your dick in your hand feeling way more conflicted than the characters. I wish the UI for choosing scenes was less clunky, but whatever, I keep going back to that one classroom blowjob scene where the teacher almost walks in and she pulls off his cock at the last second, cum splashing on her notebook with her math homework. I still laugh at that. And yeah, it stains the page and the next time you see the notebook, it’s still there. Little detail, totally unnecessary, but that’s the kind of thing that makes this whole trashy package stick in your head.

• Command a bustling erotic business featuring unique employees
• Invest in tantalizing improvements that attract more clientele
• Navigate complex interactions involving fantasy and reality
• Encounter explicit scenes featuring masturbation, spanking, and group sex

Master the art of adult entertainment, combining strategy with intense sensuality. Each employee brings unique talents and kinks, creating a vivid world of lust and power. Invest in your empire’s growth to reveal increasingly daring and explicit adventures.

This game invites you to embrace your darkest fantasies while managing a lucrative adult business. Dive into provocative scenes featuring creampies, titfucks, and exhibitionism.

Debt feels sexy in this one, in a really fucked up way. You start with this couple that already looks tired of life, pockets empty, dignity hanging by a thread, and then the Hyena Brotherhood comes in and just squeezes them like a lemon. No slow build, no “maybe we can fix this”. You can feel from the first scenes that someone is going to sell their body, or their lover, or both, to crawl out of that hole. And not in a noble way. This game really likes to kick you in the gut with humiliation. The girl trying to keep a brave face while being ordered to “prove her loyalty” in some filthy backroom, the guy pretending he’s fine while other dudes push deeper into what used to be just “his” pussy. It’s the kind of thing where you click the next scene even while mumbling “ok this is too much” and still you want to see how low they go. The art is 2D but animated enough that you actually feel the thrusts, the spit, the little twitches when he finishes inside and you get that internal view of cum pouring in like she’s a container and not a person. Romantic, right?

What surprised me is how much it plays like a dirty management sim hidden under a porn comic. You’re juggling money, favors, how much shame each of them can still swallow before breaking. You decide if she takes the “easy” job giving blowjobs in some trashy alley, or goes all in with anal just because the pay is a bit better and the Brotherhood accountant is an asshole about deadlines. Sometimes you push the guy too, send him into gay stuff he clearly never signed up for, just to keep the numbers in green. That moment when you choose to rent out his ass for a night, and later see him watching his girl getting creampied while some furry enforcer calls him a useless man, that hits different. The game plays with cheating and NTR in this very mean way where it’s not just “haha your waifu is stolen” but more “you sold her” and the guilt is basically the third protagonist. And then the cult of pleasure shows up like, “hey, you can have freedom through desire” and you just know it means more chains, just shinier. There is pregnancy in the mix too, of course, because why not make the consequences permanent, right when you already feel dirty. I wish the store menu for jobs was less ugly, but whatever, you’re not here for UI screenshots. You’re here to watch two people sink, moan, and maybe smile while everything important burns around them.