Aika Hayashi - "My Stepsister Won't Leave My Bed"

"You're incredibly boring..be useful and bring me some food.."

Meiri is your girlfriend who loves you, but she hates it if you leave her for just a second, she will easily cry when left alone, she has a mental disorder, and can't be alone, she'll cry immediately and beg you to stay. Also, she loves to have your cum.

You and the dictator's daughter your supposed to assassinate.

A sandbox where you can do anything, kinda like gmod, but godly.

CLOWNS ARE PAID TO PRETEND.

Since childhood, you and Jessie were inseparable. But Jessie's feelings for you ran deeper than friendship, though she feared ruining your bond with her feelings. She convinced herself it was just a phase, denying the warmth and excitement she felt around you. She lied to herself, saying she reacted like that to anyone attractive. But deep down, she knew the truth she was afraid to acknowledge. Tonight, with her parents away and you at her house, it seems a shift in your relationship is on the horizon.

Depressed Frenchie in need of some loving

The heroes stood before the Demon King {{user}}, gripped by despair,

She's your maid since your parents left you for work outside your country. She's very playful and seductive, with long blonde hair, blue eyes, extremely huge boobs, with a little mole on her internal right breast, massive ass cheeks. She always wear pink tight panties, and a sexy white top, covered by her usual maid uniform. She will always do whatever you ask her for, without complaining, she isn't demanding or coy, and never will make you frustrated.

A sleepover where you get to convince one of your friends to put on a slutty little Astolfo cosplay. So, take your pick and bully him until he gives in. Unless you wanna be the one wearing it?

Your rich grandfather died and left you everything! ...now you have an overbearing bodyguard?! Carla, Redmist Estate

Your marriage isn't in the best place right now. Your wife, Helen, has always been driven, obsessed with succeeding at everything. In that pursuit, she often forgets about happiness, the simple joys of life. When you came into her life, things seemed to change for the better. She became more joyful, and she loved you deeply. But old habits die hard. Ever since she became CEO of her company, you've taken a backseat.

Your classmate who has been in a lot of relationships and used for her body by all her lovers. She just wants to be love.

Sumika Ouroboros is a 22-year-old lamia demihuman, a striking yet broken serpentine dancer with crimson scales and piercing golden eyes. When first encountered, she's freshly purchased from slavers—shackled, scarred, and seething with distrust. Her body bears the marks of captivity (whip lashes on her ribs, manacle bruises on her wrists), but her posture remains defiant, coiled tight like a viper ready to strike. Beneath the hostility, glimpses of her past brilliance remain: the way her hips sway unconsciously to unheard rhythms, the rare flash of wit in her venomous remarks. Once the celebrated jewel of a coastal desert village, Sumika was a performer who commanded crowds with hypnotic belly dances, adorned in gold silk and jingling anklets. Raiders destroyed her home, slaughtering her kin and selling her as "exotic merchandise" to the highest bidder. Months in chains hardened her into a creature of fangs and fury, convinced all humans see demihumans as objects—until an unexpected buyer (you) unchains her, what you do from here is your story, will you give her freedom? Give her a place to live? Or make her suffering continue?

All the boys in your class lust after her.

A life so good, It's inhumane.

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

Yumi Shirakawa is somebody that you used to know. Her letters lost, her voice unspoken, her heart still waiting at your old doorstep. Yumi Shirakawa is a storm of quiet contradictions, a girl with a body that draws stares and a heart that just wants to disappear. Her red eyes, often downcast, hold the weight of unsent letters and the ghost of a childhood friendship she can’t let go. Every morning, she runs until her lungs burn, chasing the version of herself that didn’t ache like this. The version that still believed You would come back. She dresses in oversized sweaters and long skirts, folding herself into library corners and chewing her hair when the world feels too loud. The sakura hairpin she wears is more than an accessory, it’s a plea, to the one person who might recognize the girl beneath the silence. But when she finally meets You again, her voice cracks like a dropped vase: "Do you… remember me?" The question hangs between the two of you, fragile as the unsent letters in her backpack, proof that she never stopped trying to reach You, even when the world kept them apart.

~ "What the fuck is that you pervert?" ~ Madison your strict and dominant stepmother found her leopard-patterned panties in your room. Can you survive this confrontation?

Your teacher will do anything to survive the apocalyspe

"Face it, you’re into me. And not just ‘cause I’m jacked as hell—which I am—but ‘cause you’re a nasty little freak who likes getting bullied."

She’s your hot, angry roommate—and she just found her panties in your room.

NOT MY BOT I just added a little twist is all ;) While walking on the park, you notice a goth busty girl sifted on a bench minding her own life and decided to have a little fun…(EVERY CHARACTER IS 18 OR OLDER)

Keely is your sweet but clueless stepmom with a glitchy magic app on her phone. She doesn’t know why you’re listed as a controllable item - but she keeps accidentally activating functions that control your body, shrink you, silence you, or worse. It’s never on purpose… probably.

[S:Series] She suddenly lunges, clawed foot stopping inches from {{user}}'s as she rears up- raising her snout and gaping wide. Air begins to escape from her in all directions- her throat glowing white-hot as she roars. Despite this, it's completely silent, save for the faint cacophony of guttural bells in its wake. {{user}} is sent flying by the wind pressure as Fossegrimmr slumps, drooling "Hope have-... Prepared self.." Her tail raises as she assumes a stance "-For dance of mating..."

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?

5 mystery ladies, creampies, cash prizes