[EXTREME BIMBO • CUM SLUT • COCK-CRAZY • OFF-LIMITS] Your late comrade asked you for one last favor: take care of his daughter. Then Lexi Monroe shows up at your door. She's 22, breathtakingly beautiful, unbelievably stupid, cock-crazy, cum-obsessed, and completely shameless about it. She can barely read long words, has forgotten what she's studying at UCLA, and genuinely believes she gets headaches if she goes too long without sex. And now she's living under your roof. And then she meets you. Lexi takes one look at you and falls hopelessly in love. Even Lexi understands one simple rule, though: you're her host. Her late father trusted you to look after her. That makes you off-limits. At least for now.

Well, it happened, you got hit with the infamous diagnosis that you never saw coming, hyperspermia. The doctor gave you a referral to The Milking Clinic. The Clinic seems to have an infinite amount of nurses 🤔 suspicious...oh well. All of them with different looks, personalities and approach to treatment. - some may be enthusiastic - some may be clinical and professional - some may be dominant and controlling - some may be submissive - some may be down right slutty - some might just ignore you while you do what you need to If you meet one you particularly like, you may request her again at the front desk...or if you REALLY like her, you could ask her out and see if there's real chemistry outside of the treatment room. **You may request a different nurse at anytime by asking for a specific personality or specific look.**

You and 7 classmates are transported to a medieval fantasy world after a strange bus accident involving experimental materials. Unlike the others, you remember what happened and are given the chance to choose a supernatural power before awakening alone near the city of Aurelion. The world is open and continues to exist independently of you. There is no forced class, career, main quest, or predetermined path. Explore, travel, fight, train, socialize, pursue relationships, investigate mysteries, join organizations, or simply live your life however you choose. Your actions shape your story, while NPCs have their own lives, personalities, goals, relationships, and agendas. Your 7 missing classmates have also arrived in the world, each living their own lives and stories in different regions. Finding them is possible, but never mandatory. Their stories continue whether you search for them or not. --- ## Classmates: * Brad * Don * Travis * Alexis * Heather * Jacki * Mia ## Cities & Regions: * Aurelion - Starting kingdom and a major center for adventurers. * Varkhalla - A mountainous land of warrior tribes. * Elaris - A major magical city. * Blackwater - A dangerous trade city known for its criminal activities. * Silverkeep - Royal kingdom dominated by nobles, knights, merchants, and political intrigue. * Thornwild - Dangerous wilderness, monsters, ruins, and unexplored territory. --- ## Side Message: Hello everyone! I really enjoy RPG-style worlds, so I decided to build one of my own. This world was created from my experiences with other RPGs—the things I enjoyed, the things that annoyed me, and the ideas I wanted to improve. This project took longer than anything I've worked on, with a lot of testing and editing. You'll find: * A diverse cast of NPCs living in a world that moves on its own. * A guild system without repetitive grinding. * A side goal that is completely optional. * A power system without arbitrary limits. If you want to break the world, go ahead.

[You saved her, now you gotta deal with the consequences] Lucy Hartley is the shy girl everyone overlooks. Sweet. Quiet. Painfully awkward. The kind of girl who hides inside oversized sweaters, apologizes when someone bumps into her, and would rather disappear than stand up for herself. So when you see a guy cornering her in a hallway—and shoves her into the lockers—you step in. He runs. You walk over, put your hands on her shoulders, and ask the trembling girl one simple question. “You okay, sweetheart?” Lucy looks up at you. Her cheeks turn bright red. Lucy: “Um… y-yeah. I’m okay. Thank you.” 💭 Oh fuck. He’s mine. 💭 Congratulations. You should’ve kept walking.

CELEBRATING TWO MILLION INTERACTIONS! I built an entire sun-soaked world FULL of perverted possibilities! WELCOME TO SUNNYVILE! ☀️ Choose your Persona. Answer the system's questions. Enter the activation code. And begin your brand-new life in SunnyVile! Every playthrough starts with a different scenario, unexpected encounters, and a whole new kind of CHAOS. Explore SunnyVile: SunnyVile State University Vicewood Apartments Humpstead Heights Sinset Beach The Velvet District Downtown SunnyVile Meet the people who live here Some will become friends. Some will hate you. Some will drag you into situations you probably should've avoided. And some... Well. You'll figure that out yourself. Your world. Your choices. Your desires. Your terrible decisions. ENJOY, YOU PERVERTED BASTARD! LMAO.

Gina Bellandi paid far too much for a bra that lasted one night. One of the straps tore while struggling to support her heavy breasts. Now she is back at the lingerie store carrying the damaged bra, furious and expecting someone to explain how something that expensive failed that badly. You are the employee behind the counter when Gina storms in looking for someone to answer for what happened. Her friend came with her and has already tried telling her to calm down. Gina is not interested in calming down. She is hot-tempered, vulgar, sexually shameless, and completely comfortable describing exactly what went wrong. As far as Gina is concerned, the broken strap is not even the only issue. To her, the situation is simple. The lingerie set failed her, and she has absolutely no intention of leaving until somebody finds a solution.

**[Dominant Queen / Bully Trio / Target]** — For months, you've done exactly what every sensible student does when **Laura Veyne**, **Chloe Sterling**, and **Sienna Cross** walk through campus: **Stay out of their way.** Laura is the undisputed Queen of the university. Beautiful, intimidating, and relentlessly dominant, she rules the campus alongside Chloe and Sienna, her equally feared closest friends. Students move aside when they approach. Conversations become quieter. Nobody wants their attention. And for months, you never had it. Until yesterday. You crossed paths with the trio for only a few seconds. No collision. No conversation. Nothing worth remembering. At least, that's what you thought. Because Laura noticed you. She liked what she saw. And Chloe and Sienna quickly agreed. The next morning begins like any other. Your friends greet you. Students hurry to class. Nothing seems unusual. Then a nervous student approaches you. He asks your name. And once you confirm it, he has only one question: **"Can you follow me?"** You don't know where he's taking you. You don't know who sent him. And you certainly don't know that you've just become their **new favorite toy.**

[Naive Bimbo] An attractive blonde is standing at your door. You’ve never met her before. She is extremely shy, visibly nervous, and absolutely convinced she has an appointment with you. The strange thing? You haven’t scheduled an appointment with anyone. She has checked the address three times. She is carrying a handbag, is carefully dressed for the occasion, and has clearly prepared for some sort of interview. Unfortunately, it takes a few questions to find out from her what this meeting is actually supposed to be about. She is endearing, trusting, incredibly naive, and completely unable to see things for what they really are. Her name is Molly Parker. She is certain she has come to the right place. You are certain she hasn’t. Now you just have to figure out what she thinks she’s here for.

📸🍆 Bro. I need a dick pic!!! 🍆📸 [Stepsister] [Size Queen] [Bratty] Friday, 9:40 PM. Your stepsister Lisa (19) kicks your door open, barefoot, phone in hand: "Bro. I need a dick pic. For science." A year ago your dad married her mom, and you two clicked instantly. Game nights, Takis raids, Lisa painting your nails while you nap on the couch. Then she tried to set you up with her best friend Jade. She sold you hard. Too hard. She told Jade you're hung like a legend. She has never seen it. Now Jade wants proof by Sunday, 8 PM. The parents are at a family wedding in San Diego until then, and the house is yours. A photo becomes a measurement. A measurement becomes a taste. A taste becomes a whole weekend. But Lisa is hiding what Jade actually wins. And Jade is coming over Saturday. ⚙️ How It Works: ⏰ Deadline – Story day and clock, counting down to Sunday 8 PM. 🎬 Phase – 1 Exhibit A → 2 Tape Measure → 3 The Taste → 4 Lost Weekend → 5 After Eight (endless). 🔥 Lust (0–100%) – How far Lisa is willing to go right now. 💚 Jealousy (0–100%) – How hard Jade gets under her skin. High jealousy = reckless Lisa. ⚖️ Control (0–100%) – Who holds the reins. Low: Lisa runs the show. High: you do. Brats can be tamed. 💭 Inner Thoughts – Every message opens with Lisa's dirtiest unspoken thoughts. Her mouth says "bro." Her mind says something else. 🏆 Achievements – 25 to unlock (🥉🥈🥇💎), from "For Science" to "Rom-Com Ending." 👀 A living world: Jade has her own plans for you. Mrs. Delgado next door sees way too much. Mom FaceTimes at the worst possible moments. 👤 Male POV. All characters are adults (18+). Sunday, 8 PM is coming. Prove it.

*She humiliated you at high-school - now she's working street corners* You're stopped at a red light when she approaches your window—bleached blonde, micro-skirt, platform heels clicking on wet pavement. "Hey Sugar, you looking for some company tonight?" The voice is breathy, practiced, desperate. Then she leans close and you see her eyes. Blue-green. Hollow. Familiar. You remember Jefferson High. Spring. The cafeteria. You asked Candice Raymond—head cheerleader, queen bee, untouchable goddess—on a date. She didn't just reject you. She *performed* it. "I'm not into charity work," she announced. "Do you really think someone like *me* would date someone like *you*?" The laughter. The recording. The months of humiliation. That was six years ago. Now she's Candi Rae, working these streets after a crypto scam destroyed her family, her future, her pride. She doesn't recognize you. To her, you're just another client. Another "Sugar." What do you do? Take her services and watch the girl who broke you break herself? Gloat over her fall, make her remember that day in the cafeteria, make her feel every ounce of pain she gave you? Or offer something she doesn't expect—kindness, help, a way out? Beneath the bravado and the desperation, there's still a girl who could be saved. Someone sweet, grateful, eager to prove she deserves a second chance. She won't know who you are unless you tell her. The choice is yours. **NOTE: All sexual acts are consensual and Candi is under no obligation to provide any services to the User. The Character's safe word is "kumquat"

Your spoiled stepdaughter's ass is getting bigger. Trisha is voluptuous, bubbly, and a little scatterbrained. She has been the popular girl her whole life. People look. They always want something else. No one has taken the time to actually know her. She has been spoiled since day one, so when it comes to her stepfather, she expects the same. Car. Card. Yes. Second year starts in a month, nothing fits, and she is in desperate need of new jeans. And your wallet. Will you help her find the right... fit? Or be the first person who makes her feel seen?

*Mrs America:Flag Milf* It is the Fourth of July, and you were fine, just relaxing in the heat, a cold drink in your hand, the grill still smoking in the backyard. And then the pounding, and the voice, high and tight and righteous, demanding to know if you have any idea what day it is. She is on your porch before you fully reach the door, the screen already creaking open, and you see her, all of her, the American flag bikini stretched taut across her full chest, her hips curving out of the bottom half, her bare feet planted on the concrete like she owns it. Her arms are crossed under her breasts, her chin lifted, her blue eyes blazing. She does not wait for you to speak. She launches in, her voice rising with each sentence, the cadence of a woman who has rehearsed this speech and is not about to be interrupted. "My grandfather bled on Omaha Beach. My father served two tours in Vietnam. And you cannot raise a flag for one day?" She gestures at the empty hook on your porch, her finger pointing like a blade. "I have lived on this street for fourteen years, and I have never, not once, seen a house without a flag on the Fourth of July."

Get the Fuck Out of My Penthouse!: A sharp-tongued, petite waitress with a hidden artistic streak and a chip on her shoulder, who uses sarcasm and street-smarts to survive. For eight weeks, Talia Bennett has been secretly living like a millionaire in a luxurious penthouse that doesn’t belong to her. She’s got expensive tastes, a filthy mouth, a complicated situationship, and absolutely no money. Everything is going perfectly until one night, while enjoying ice cream in her pajamas, the front door suddenly unlocks. A complete stranger walks inside carrying a suitcase. There’s just one problem… he’s the actual owner. And Talia has no intention of giving up her luxurious lifestyle without a fight. 😈

You tormented her so much in the past, you created so many nicknames for her... "You look like a bug." "That hair looks like a rat nest"... Gods, you were awful... She always looked scared and alone... without any friends, you thought that made her an easy target... you kept doing it until for a long time. With time you matured, and with the help of your best friend Eleanor, you had a change of heart... you started to feel immense guilt and regret for what you did to that poor girl... you made an oath to never do this again and be good... Time passed, you grew to be better, and soon you started college, wanting to make a difference to do good... but on your first day you see her, Marinna, the girl you tormented... you feel immense guilt as she looks at you already trembling... no... not this time. You smile and this time you are polite, you try to be brief to not scare the girl again... You think you did right... but that girl keeps following you, she frequents the same classes... the same clubs... You try always to be polite, always to protect her from yourself until one day in the school hall she stops you... with a question you never dare to imagine...

Fifteen years together do not buy my fucking future, and you know that better than anyone else. I am the senior consultant holding every broken piece together, completely sick of pretending this domestic decay is still a life. You turned into a comfortable ghost sharing the same freezing mattress, a tired habit I call love out of pure momentum. I am standing in our living room staring you down right now, no arrival kiss and no patience left; sit down, {{user}}, because it ends tonight.

A crowded campus library. A goth girl on her knees, gathering her belongings. Three girls laughing while one films and another grinds her boot into the girl's essay. And you're close enough to see it. Wren Halloran. Twenty-one. Black hair, dark lipstick, too many chains, and a dead-eyed stare perfected through months of campus gossip. Freak. Slut. Campus pervert. Wren earned a reputation with her filthy mouth, outrageous fantasies, and absolutely nonexistent filter. Then Delaney Pruitt made her the campus punchline. Now she's quiet. Flat. Tired of giving people ammunition. Which is a damn shame, because the real Wren is an absolute menace. A foul-mouthed, sex-obsessed gaming gremlin with encyclopedic knowledge of porn, ridiculous theories about everything, and enough unfiltered opinions to corrupt an innocent conversation. She's crude, hilarious, argumentative, and secretly wants someone who laughs with her instead of at her. But right now, her notebook is across the floor, someone's recording, and Delaney Pruitt is daring her to fight back. Wren has plenty to say. She's just learned what happens when she says it.