The story of "Sorcerer Slayer" begins with the death of the protagonist's father. Due to their strained relationship, he decides to skip the funeral, but soon a mysterious woman appears. Her revelations turn the hero's life upside down: a professional mage-killer suddenly discovers magical powers of his own.​

Regale, in this story, of the many brave men who tried to destroy the most dangerous 'Vampiress' in their village. Will they succeed in fulfilling their mission? Or will they end up enslaved like all the previous visitors who tried to take down this merciless creature?

The main character immerses himself completely in work, while his girlfriend Lisa stays at home, gradually sinking into boredom.
One day, on the advice of an old friend, she registers on the website JustAFriend — a seemingly harmless decision that quietly sets off a chain of events long before anyone realizes the consequences.
JustAFriend is a phone-format visual novel where the story unfolds through chats and images.
Your choices shape different paths of relationship development: from romantic intimacy to infidelity, including NTR and NTS branches. The story develops simultaneously in several directions, involving different characters and forming parallel storylines.
Losing one storyline may open up new acquaintances and events, but in certain cases a character disappears forever, never appearing in the story again.​

The world in this game already went to shit before you even get to unzip anything. Cities are broken, rules are gone, and Matt, this young soldier with more trauma than sleep, crawls back home trying to figure out what the hell is left to care about. It is not a heroic return, it feels more like he just respawned in a bugged map. You slide into his skin and into his mess, and every choice you click is basically: "Do I try to be a decent human, or do I follow my dick and hope the universe doesn’t punish me too hard?" Of course, the universe absolutely punishes you. Or rewards you. Depends how much you like watching your supposed love interest get railed by someone who is not you, sometimes not even human in the normal way. There are moments where you’re in some half ruined apartment, your phone in one hand, other hand very busy, watching this big titted relative of yours pretend the world outside doesn’t exist while she grinds against you like tomorrow isn’t a thing, and the game pauses on a decision pop-up that looks like it was coded at 3 coffees too many. One tap and you’re the protective, jealous type. Another tap and suddenly you are opening the door for the monster in the shadows and thinking, "ok, I kinda wanna see how far this goes."

The funny part is how the game doesn’t even pretend to be classy. One scene you’re having this almost sweet talk with someone very close to your bloodline, like real soft, romance-style, she is sitting too close on the couch, shirt a little open, and there is this tiny moment where you think "wow, this is actually emotional." Then camera angle goes lower, her ass fills the screen like it is a weather forecast, and Matt’s brain returns to factory settings. It feels trashy, but also weirdly honest about how horny people are when there are no cops, no laws, just ghosts in the hallway and monsters in the basement. The paranormal stuff sneaks up on you in a good way. One night scene, you are walking down some ruined street, fog all over, and your phone buzzes like it is a Tinder match from hell. There is this creature watching you and the game is like: "kiss the demon or protect your family." Why not both, right? Sometimes the NTR hits hard though. I had one route where I thought I was building a slow burn romance with this thick, shy girl at home, giving her nice answers, defending her when others talk shit, and then out of nowhere I open a door and she is bent over for some thing with claws and a smug face. Game just lets you watch, no skip, like it is proud of itself. Also, side note, the notification sound in the UI is ugly as fuck, I hate it, it’s like an old Nokia tone, and now it’s burned in my brain forever. Anyway, the way the story branches when you lean into corruption or try to hold onto love is messy but in a good porn way, like sex on a couch full of clothes. Not neat, but you still come back to it on your phone, pretending you are just checking Telegram or TikTok while in reality you’re guiding this broken soldier through a world where morals died and tits got bigger. The game keeps asking "who do you want to protect" while it puts everyone you care about in situations where their panties or their sanity, or both, are optional.

I’m gonna be honest, this whole thing feels like somebody looked at a summer fashion catalog and said, “What if we add a horny nephew, a ‘totally not your mom’ landlady and a lot of ass shots?” And then just ran with it. The setup is simple: you’re on vacation in this rented place, stuck alone with her for a week, and the game is basically about how far you can push that weird mix of “respectful tenant” and “guy who can’t stop staring at her tits when she bends over the sink.” It’s not subtle. At all. She’s stacked, blonde, soft in all the right places, and the camera knows it. As a lingerie designer, I kept pausing scenes just to mentally pin fabrics on her curves. There’s this morning scene where she’s making coffee in a thin tank top and shorts that ride so high her ass cheeks basically say hello, and all I could think was, “If that top was cut on bias and in silk, this would be the perfect pre-fuck outfit.” Instead she’s in something super basic and it kind of works, because it feels cheap and real, like clothes ordered in a rush on Amazon.

The pacing is slow in that teasing way. You’re not just instantly choking on her tits. You start with accidental gropes, “oh, I slipped” moments, long looks at wet skin after showers. The game loves those half-innocent touches: a hand on her waist that stays a bit too long, her brushing past you in a bikini where you know damn well there is no support in that top. There’s this balcony scene at sunset that hit me harder than it should. She’s in a light dress, the wind moves the fabric and the outline of her panties is just there, soft and round, and the dev clearly enjoys her ass as much as I do. It’s not just about sex, though. You see her little moods, how she gets flustered, lonely, a bit sad. Sometimes she talks like a mom who’s trying not to admit something, sometimes she’s like a woman who hasn’t been properly fucked in years and her body is screaming before her mouth does. The incest vibe is right under the surface, not shouted, but present enough that you feel it when she gives you that too-long look on the couch. It’s messy and kind of wrong, and that’s the point.

What I like is how physical she feels. The animation focuses on weight: her boobs move when she turns, thighs press together when she sits, her big ass actually compresses against the couch. As someone who d*** lace on mannequins all day, I notice this stuff. I kept imagining a sheer bra on her that fails completely at containing her, or high-cut panties disappearing between her cheeks when you grab her. One masturbation scene absolutely nails that. She thinks you’re asleep, slips into her room in a loose shirt, no bra, and starts touching herself on the bed. Her hand under the fabric, hips grinding, nipples pushing against cotton, and you see her biting her lip, trying to stay quiet. And of course there’s an option to watch like a creep. I hated myself and clicked it anyway. The only thing that annoyed me was this one shot where the camera focuses on the lamp in the background while her perfect ass is slightly out of focus and I wanted to throw my phone. But then the next frame is her spreading her thighs a bit wider, fingers slick, breathing faster, and I forgot I was mad. That’s kind of how the whole game works: it does something clumsy, then throws you a slow, filthy close-up of a milf body and your brain just shuts up.

Kohei comes back to his old town for something boring like university, and instead walks straight into the kind of summer that fucks with your head for years after. It looks harmless at first. Childhood streets, cicadas screaming, cheap fans pushed to their limit, that older girl next door who used to ruffle his hair and laugh too loud. Misaki feels like she should be safe territory, familiar, almost family, this cozy fantasy of “onee-san who waited for you”. The game knows that expectation and plays with it in a way that’s honestly pretty mean. She’s still teasing, still bright on the surface, but her eyes slip away at weird moments, her smile freezes half a second too long. Small details like that. You pick a flirty choice, she laughs, leans in, you can almost smell her sweat and shampoo mix, and then some other guy’s name casually comes up and your stomach drops. It’s not subtle, and it’s not gentle.

The horny parts grow slowly, like mold in a corner you pretend not to see. At first you’re just choosing where to spend a day, which cheap cafe, whether to help her carry groceries. One scene you’re alone with Misaki in her apartment, the sun too bright through thin curtains, her in a loose tank top and shorts that ride up when she sits cross-legged. She offers you iced tea, your hand brushes her thigh when you take the glass, she goes quiet for a second. That silence is hotter than any moaning later. The game loves those tiny pauses, the routes where nothing explicit happens yet are somehow dirtier in your head than the straight-up sex scenes. Then there are the runs where you lean into the NTR sickness on purpose, like poking a bruise. Letting her reply to that late-night message. Choosing not to follow her when she “just goes to meet an old friend”. Coming back to a half-buttoned blouse, a faint smell that is not your cologne, and a CG that stings more because she is still smiling at you like she wants to protect you from what already happened. It gives you options to avoid that, sure, to keep things “pure” and romantic, but you feel the game secretly smirking when you pick them, like a producer forced to include a vanilla route to keep the sponsors calm.

What makes it interesting for me as a genre nerd is how it plays with POV shifts. One route you’re stuck inside Kohei’s head, rationalizing, pretending it’s fine, one bad choice, no big deal. On another, it flips and suddenly you’re watching scenes where you’re not supposed to be present at all, getting that ugly voyeur thrill. Sometimes you see Misaki from another guy’s eyes, the way he studies the sweat creeping along her neck, the way her body reacts even when her voice says “we shouldn’t”. That’s where the eroticism goes from simple horny to slightly cruel, because it forces you to admit that her desire is not a thing you own. And still the game offers proper romance lines, soft endings where you manage to hold on to her and build something tender out of all this mess. Those paths feel almost suspicious, like you wandered into a different title hosted on the same site by accident. But that contrast gives the sex extra charge. A slow kiss in a quiet room means one thing when you trust her; the same CG, same pose, after you saw what she did in another route, becomes loaded with paranoia, with “who touched you like this yesterday”. It is not elegant writing, not “high art”, but it understands really well how lust, jealousy, nostalgia and that stupid first-love hope all bleed into each other and make you click “next” even when you already hate the ending you know you’re walking toward.

Alyssia wakes up in the dark like the world forgot her. No memories, no name on her tongue, just this slow echo of fear and heat under the skin. The first thing that cuts through the fog is your voice in her head. Not some noble guardian angel crap, not a perfect hero. Just you, whispering into this pretty little warrior with big soft breasts, thick thighs and that perfect ass you immediately want to see pressed against something hungry. The game doesn’t rush. It lets her stumble through ruined hallways and dead forests, half naked in shredded armor, breathing loud enough that you almost feel it in your own chest. Every sound is close to the ear: the squish of mud, her boots scraping stone, her tiny gasps when she brushes against a corrupted vine that twitches a bit too eager against her legs. You’re not clicking through a checklist. You’re… inside her skull, nudging her toward danger or safety, and the line between those two starts to blur so fast it’s almost funny.

The crazy part is how quiet it gets right before the fucked up stuff happens. No big horror sting, no “watch out!” flashing. She turns a corner, the music goes almost silent, you feel this slow pressure in your chest, and then some shadow thing with too many limbs pins her to a wall and that’s it. Armor bent aside, tits spilling, eyes wide, and you’re choosing what she says, if she fights, if she gives in. First time a monster shoves something thick and wet between her lips, she tries to bite, to resist, gagging around it while another tendril slips between her cheeks and starts teasing her ass. And you can tell the artists had fun here. The AI CG looks like someone begged the model to worship curves. Her body is soft but strong, the way her stomach tightens when she’s lifted up and spread, pussy dripping while she gets filled front and back. Double stuffed, her moans half anger, half confused arousal as you decide if she clings to her lost “honor” or lets that corruption seep deeper. Sometimes the camera lingers on simple things, like a strand of spit connecting her mouth to a fat monster cock after a messy blowjob, or cum leaking out in a slow drip after a brutal creampie that leaves her shaking and glassy eyed. And yeah, I wish the UI text wasn’t that tiny in one of the dialogue menus, but anyway, back to her getting railed.

There’s this romantic thread sneaking through the filth that caught me off guard. If you keep pulling her toward softer choices, she’ll start talking to you like you’re her lover, not just a voice. She blushes when you tell her she did good, even when she’s on her knees, face splattered, swallowing every last drop like it’s the only thing keeping her sane. You can steer her into something sweeter, tender kisses before sex, the way she slowly relaxes when a human-looking partner takes her gently, sliding into her wet pussy while she wraps her legs around their waist and actually smiles. Or you can drag her down to the point she doesn’t even flinch when something huge pushes into her ass and pussy at the same time, her mind so twisted by you that multiple penetration feels like home now. The game remembers those choices. She learns to beg. Or she learns to love. Or both, which is honestly the best outcome. One run she ends in a warm embrace, another she’s a used little toy for whatever monsters crawl out of the dark, dripping cum, eyes lost, completely yours in the worst way. And not gonna lie, the moment she looks at the “camera” and whispers “Stay with me… don’t leave my head” after everything you made her do? That hit harder than it should.

In "My Tradwife is a Femboy?" you play as the vice president of Stunks Trading. After a series of disastrous investments, the company is on the brink of collapse. Then, a lifeline appears: a deal that could save everything.
There’s just one catch: you must marry the heiress of Anemaryn Capital.
Lucy seems like the perfect tradwife: 1950s dresses, vintage hairstyles, and a passion for cooking straight out of a 50s cookbook. But after the wedding, you uncover a surprising secret… your tradwife is actually a femboy?! Will it remain a marriage for appearance or grow into true love? Your choices will decide!​

"Broken Harbours" is a story about friendship and its limits, new beginnings and old wounds. Follow two solitary souls, Rune and Devon, through the beginnings of their friendship and see where the mutual fascination will lead them.

It is a standalone side story to "Dawn Chorus".​