"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".​

Do you want your own harem? How about in another world for some reason?
Upon dying you are greeted by Voluptas, Goddess of Lust, and give the power of size control.
You use this power in the only possible way, to change the breast size of any girl you're intimate with.​

In "Memories", you step into the shoes of a man reflecting on his past experiences and the choices that shaped his relationship. Unsure of his own feelings, he begins to document his memories in a notebook, piecing together the events that he and his wife went through. The story explores how a website influenced their relationship, leading to unexpected turns and revealing hidden facets of their lives. As he delves deeper into his recollections, you'll join him on a journey through passion, uncertainty, and discovery.​

"Puzzle Date" is a side project that I wrote while Mortze was working on SWM. It is quite different than our other games. Although it has multiple sex scenes and some semblance of a story, including a Male path and a Lesbian one, it's really a Match3 game where the Match3 parts are a metaphor for what is going on in the date. Go in with eyes open.​

Eric, the character of 'Big Brother', the famous Dark Silver game, is probably one of the most controversial characters. The world is divided into two parts: those who love Eric and those who hate him. Yes, of course Eric, the character who faces the young Max from 'Big Brother'!
But we start at the very beginning, right at the first meeting between Eric and Ann. And if you don't like it, you just have to give up the game. Of course, you will find a lot of characters from the original game and new ones that gradually integrate into the main story. Enjoy it!​

“Starting from scratch was never easy.”

Outlet is an adult dating sim/visual novel where you play as El Pana, a Venezuelan immigrant who arrives in the small, yet beautiful town of Trenque Lauquen, Argentina, determined to build a new life from the ground up and achieve his goals. New relationships. Tough decisions. A life beginning again, But be careful… as the saying goes: "Small town, big hell".

Very short VN about banging your fat stepmom​

SULLEN PSYCHO (AKA: Project Psycho) features a dark fantasy setting the protagonist has no idea how he's ended up in, but instead of going out, he keeps diving in. What the hell, Allan? He's charming, care-free, and goes with the flow, long as he can! You control him throughout his weird adventures. He never (or rarely) questions the absurdity of his situation. Why should anyone else?
Sullen PSYCHO is not necessarily about a psycho, but a random fellow, Allan, who is where he's not supposed to be. But now that he IS here, he must navigate through the dark, mysterious, captivating castle he's found himself in. Therein he'll meet many entities, be it people or weirder creatures, friend or foe, alive or DEAD!
He'll meet Succubi and Talking Skeletons, Iron-clad Knights and Old Frauds and Tricksters who not unlike him, are hoping for a good time:
A Good Adventure.

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.