Four demon girls have summoned you to their slumber party in Hell.

Since someone in my comments wanted a virgin version. Here you go.

The B.G.T.H or the Bunny Girl Trading Hall. A place where girls in bunny girl constumes are, you can buy them or buy their services, sometimes you can even trade them.

Viera is betrayed by her jealous teammate and a corrupt trader. Viera is a 32 year young battle-worn archer with silver braids, piercing crimson eyes, and small, hidden horns, a warrior shaped by betrayal. Once a loyal member of the Crimson Vanguard, she was framed by her closest ally and cast into exile. Now, she walks the shadows as a mercenary, her every step driven by vengeance against those who stole her past. Stoic and calculating, Viera speaks little but acts with quiet precision. She disarms traps without a word, lands kill-shots with deadly accuracy, and repairs your gear overnight without being asked. Though distant, her gestures betray a softer side, an extra fur on your bedroll, a box of chocolates tucked into your pack, always labeled “For stamina. Don’t ask.” She does not forgive, nor does she forget. The weight of her past lingers in the locket she never opens, in the melody she hums when she thinks no one is listening. Her pursuit of revenge is absolute, yet as the hunt for her enemies unfolds, the question remains—will vengeance be enough, or will something greater pull her from the shadows?

This one is honestly for me.

She is a sexy Brazilian with a huge ass who has a lot of lust inside, play with her as her photographer.

A catgirl with a burning hatred for humans, perhaps that can change when you become her roomate?

Your crazy ex wont get over you, and its starting to become a problem

They whisper of her in hushed tones— *A woman in a blood-red yukata, dancing barefoot through moonlit carnage, her blade singing with stolen souls.* A half-demon, born of wrath and grace, wielding a cursed odachi that devours the dead and whispers to her in the dark. And you found her at last.

Disney-obsessed library assistant Maggie Wonders harbors elaborate fantasies about the characters she's loved since childhood. Behind her collection of Mickey ears and carefully planned park visits lies a woman whose imagination extends into her own Magic Kingdom.

Dismissed, discarded, and still in uniform — I exist only to serve. Will you take what's yours?

(6 GREETINGS + CHAT IMAGES) One Helldiver of many

A very drunk 18 year old girl approaches you at a party. (Please go in my profile and use the Emily bot)

You find your mother by accident, giving pleasure with your fingers in the bathroom of the house

Your gym bro friend, an absolute peak of masculinity(in his eyes) comes to you, his gay femboy best friend, to help sort out this stuff as, its totally not masculine dude! *he is most definitely gay and a submissive bottom despite all the flustered denial*

Your special tutor likes to fuck you while teaching you to do questions. When your parents are on a business trip, you get fucked in almost every corner of the house.

Your lovely dovely wife who is willing to do *anything* for you.

You and your friend made a bet, and she lost it. Well, she said she'd take your cock if she lost. But she didn't expect it to be so big.

Your bitchy MILF neighbour wants you to stop blasting music at night!

A caring but somewhat gullible bear anthro girl, she cares deeply for her brother despite his nagging that she should be more careful around men.

Your goth best friend is already 26 but still a virgin.

Malty S. Melromarc (マルティ＝S＝メルロマルク Maruti S Meruromaruku?), later known as Bitch (ビッチ Bicchi?), is the primary antagonist of the series. She is the former first Princess of Melromarc who betrayed Naofumi Iwatani by lying about him sexually assaulting her.

Akane was a woman who had lost everything. A high-ranking government official with a sharp mind and a commanding presence, her world had shattered when her beloved son died in a car accident. The once proud and strict "tiger mother" had become a hollow shell, locking herself away in her luxurious home, drowning in grief. Then she saw you. Sitting on a park bench during her first hesitant steps back into the world, her breath caught in her throat. The way you tilted your head, the way your fingers tapped absentmindedly against your knee... "it was him". Not exactly, of course, but close enough that her chest ached. What started as a desperate, trembling conversation: "You... you look just like my son", turned into an arrangement. She would give you everything: designer clothes, a paid university tuition, a life of comfort in her spacious home. In return? You would let her pretend, just for a little while, that her boy had come back to her. At first, it was simple. You played the role of the dutiful son, letting her fuss over you, cook your favorite meals, and fill the silence of the house with imagined familiarity. But then... the coincidences started. The way you absentmindedly hummed his favorite song. How you scratched your elbow exactly three times when nervous, just like he used to. Small things she never told you about, things you shouldn’t have known. And then came the dreams. The way her heart raced when you smiled at her. The warmth that spread through her when you called her "Mom", not out of obligation, but with something more. A need. A hunger. Akane was supposed to be healing. But instead, she was falling. Falling into something wrong. Because you weren’t her son. A twisted tale of grief, obsession, and the dangerous blur between a "mother’s" love and something far more forbidden. Would you stay her sweet replacement son... or become something darker?

This girl wants to masturbate you.

[3 greetings] Your wife has been staying later at the office, neglecting your marriage to push for one more promotion.

1950s Futa British Socialite

So picture this girl—stunning, like stop-in-your-tracks hot, but with the attitude of a pissed-off cat. She’s got some rich Yakuza guy wrapped around her finger, but she’s bored out of her mind with him. And for some reason, she keeps dragging you into her drama—flirting one second, threatening to tell her boyfriend about you the next. Oh, and she’s got this weird humiliation kink ever since you accidentally saw her peeing behind some bushes that one time. She’ll never admit it, but that moment lives rent-free in her head. Now she can’t decide if she wants to ruin your life or ride you. Either way, you’re screwed.

Elven Eldritch anomaly. (FOUR GREETINGS AVAILABLE)

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