Can you imagine a spot duller than a lonely motel stranded in the endless, colorless desert? But somehow, this married duo glimpsed opportunity amid the dust and decay. They took ownership, slowly bringing life back to the cracked floors and faded wallpaper.

Every day is a battle to maintain the motel, juggling repairs, guests, and the relentless desert sun. On top of that, they can’t resist causing a little chaos, teasing and tempting every visitor who walks through the door.

The guests who check in aren’t your average travelers - each has their own dark cravings and hidden stories. Some come seeking escape, others come craving something forbidden, all drawn to the motel’s raw energy.

Our owners don’t just watch from the sidelines - they dive headfirst into the mess, tangled in lust and power plays alike.

Each evening promises new encounters, pushing boundaries and breaking rules you didn’t know you wanted to break.

Don’t just drive past - step inside and see how deep the rabbit hole goes in this sultry, sunburnt den of desire. Prepare to dive into a story filled with sharp edges, broken hearts, and unrelenting pleasure.

You boot this thing up on your phone, thinking it’s just some light tennis VN with cute guys, and suddenly you’re sitting there trying to pretend your screen isn’t full of flustered muscle twinks talking about “practice” in a way that is very much not about improving your serve. It starts all innocent, like, “oh, college team, gotta keep your grades up, gotta train,” and two choices later you’re in a locker room, half naked, pretending you’re interested in racket brands while your teammate is basically eye-fucking you. In a good way. Mostly.

The vibe is very “gay college drama if everyone was horny and bad at hiding it.” You’ve got that main guy energy where you’re kind of lost but also surprisingly good at reading when someone wants your dick in their mouth. Some routes push you into slow burn stuff, like you keep running into the same dude after class, he helps you with homework, the tension just keeps building, and at some point you’re not sure if you’re more excited about passing exams or finally getting his cock in your ass. Then another path is just, boom, you’re on the court after hours, it’s sweaty, he’s frustrated about missing a shot, you try to comfort him, and it turns into him pushing you against the fence, grinding on you through your shorts while you’re trying not to moan too loud because someone might walk by. I opened Reddit on my other screen once mid-scene and just sat there like, “yeah, okay, this game is way filthier than it pretends to be.” Not complaining. Well, I am, but not about that.

Sex-wise it goes all in. There are handjobs that feel like they drag out forever in a good way, the kind where the text really leans into the small stuff: the lube noise, the pre cum, the way his abs tense when you twist your wrist just right. Masturbation scenes where you’re alone in your dorm, headphones on, trying to be quiet while thinking about that practice match where your doubles partner pressed his chest into your back “to correct your posture.” Then some of the guys are very into putting it in the back, and the game does not shy away. One route has you bent over a desk, your shirt still half on, tennis bag on the floor, his fingers opening you up while he whispers things in your ear that I absolutely cannot repeat on Discord without getting a mod ping. It’s hot, but it can also be weirdly sweet, like they’ll rail you, then ask about your midterms. Tone whiplash, but in a fun way. And yeah, the characters are furry, which makes it even more of a trip the first time a fluffy tail curls around your thigh while someone’s pounding you from behind. I still can’t take one guy’s ears seriously when he’s talking about “going deeper” yet here we are. There’s this tiny UI thing that annoys me, some tap targets are way too small on mobile and it pisses me off every single time, and then I forget because the next CG is your teammate jerking you off in the showers while you both try not to slip on the tiles. Anyway. It’s messy, horny, kind of dumb in places, kind of tender in others, and it absolutely knows what you’re here for even when it pretends to care about tennis technique.

The black panther rules the courtroom by day, but when night falls over the city, his hunt takes on a darker edge. His quest for victory stretches beyond the courtroom into shadows thick with temptation. As night cloaks the city, he slips into its underbelly, hunting down passions that defy the rules. In secret dens and shadowed corners, he surrenders to the intoxicating mix of power, flesh, and taboo. Amidst the chaos of heated encounters, whispers of love and connection flicker like fragile flames. Each tryst pushes him further into a world where control and submission collide in explosive moments. Experience a tale dripping with lust, where every choice pulls you deeper into a labyrinth of desire and dark fantasy. Step into the shadows alongside the black panther and discover if his hunt ends in ecstasy or heartbreak.

This one feels like some horny yaoi doujin artist got drunk, played a couple old-school RPGs on an emulator, and said “ok, but what if everything had dicks and bad decisions.” You start off in this starving farm village where two boys basically cling to each other to stay sane and horny at the same time. Rascal is your main dumbass, all emotions and abs, totally obsessed with his childhood friend, convinced “love will fix everything” while monsters are literally shoving tentacles into people two screens away. The village gets fucked over by the kingdom, everyone dragged off to this place called Satan’s Prison, and you go from cuddly poor romance to “gay disaster shonen hero” in like five clicks. It shouldn’t work, but it kinda does, because the game never slows down to ask if you’re ok with it. It just throws you from one weird situation to another, like “oh no, my whole village is enslaved, also this femboy with cat ears wants to milk me now.”

The RPG part is there, obviously, but it’s less about strategy and more about “how many bad horny choices can I stack before the next scene.” You wander around, smack some monsters, then suddenly you’re getting pinned by a monster girl with too many legs who calls you “bride” while the censor bars do their little pathetic job of “hiding” stuff. They don’t hide much, by the way. The censored bits feel like those cheap mosaic edits in old Japanese hentai, where your brain happily fills the gaps and makes it filthier. Combat is kind of basic, but the game keeps dropping little kinks in the middle of it, like a skill that clearly only exists so some tentacles have an excuse to grab you, or a “training” scene with the elder that pretends to be about power but is just an excuse to make Rascal whimper and kneel. And that elder? Absolute menace. He talks like a wise old sage, but every time he “helps” you get stronger, your clothes come off and someone ends up leaking something. There’s one moment where you’re supposed to be grieving, super dramatic, and the game just throws a futa demon in your face like “cheer up, kid, suck this.” It should break the mood, but the mood was already broken the second a femboy trap in frilly shorts called you “onii-chan” in a prison corridor.

What surprised me is how the romance between the two boys somehow stays sweet even when everything else goes off the rails. You’re getting railed by tentacles, seduced by monster girls with dripping tongues, teased by smug femboys with censored bulges you can clearly see the shape of, and still the game keeps reminding you that Rascal just wants to save his guy from Satan’s Prison and kiss him in peace. It’s almost annoying how earnest it gets, like “bro, I’m literally covered in slime right now, don’t talk about eternal love,” but that contrast makes the filthy parts hit harder. One minute you’re in town buying potions on autopilot, next minute there’s a scene in a barn with a shy trap character who pretends to be innocent until you check under the skirt and then suddenly you’re the one getting pushed against the wall. The pacing is a mess, the morality is non-existent, some scenes feel way too long and there’s one sound effect in a tentacle scene that honestly made me want to mute my speakers forever, but when the game goes full absurd horny anime, it kind of owns it. Best way to play it? Turn your brain volume to low, let every wrong dialogue choice happen, lose on purpose a few times to see what the monsters do to you, and don’t rush to save anyone. Satan’s Prison isn’t going anywhere, and those tentacles are way too motivated.

Tomai feels like one of those messy horny summers you remember wrong on purpose. You’ve got this cocky little guy who thinks he’s hot shit in his tiny village, tossing himself between hanging out with his chill monster dad, this weirdly intense Lady who clearly knows more than she says, and two best friends who are so obviously fuck material it almost hurts. The whole thing plays out over a handful of days before the Night Festival, but it never feels rushed. You’re bouncing between lazy lakeside afternoons, drunk laughing in someone’s cramped-ass bedroom, smoking under trees while everyone pretends they’re “just friends,” and then suddenly you’re in the middle of some soft-core emotional chaos where somebody’s hand is exactly where it shouldn’t be. It’s not porn that jumps at you in the first second. It’s that slow-build kind of erotic, like when you’re on Discord at midnight, typing dumb jokes, and the chat suddenly shifts into “ok but what if we actually kissed though” energy.

The sex doesn’t feel like some porn studio script. It’s clumsy sometimes, sweet sometimes, occasionally too much and you’re like ok, calm down, you are still children of the forest or whatever. The boys especially, Burdoc and Malik, they’ve got that idiot-friends-who-accidentally-make-out vibe. One minute they’re teasing Tomai about being “a big deal” and the next you’re watching them pin him down on the grass, fingers on his waist, breath way too close, and you feel that little lurch of “oh shit, they might actually go all the way.” When it gets explicit, it leans into bodies, sweat, little sounds, the awkwardness of someone not sure where to put their hands, the shock when a tongue goes lower than expected. It is horny, but not factory-produced horny. More like walking home from a date, replaying every time their thigh brushed yours, except here you do get to see what happens when someone finally snaps and says fuck it, come here. There is also this whole quiet queer thing going on, like everyone is way too chill with how flexible their attraction is, but not in a fake woke way. More like: “yeah, I want to ride my best friend and maybe also worship this terrifying goddess and ask my dad why he looks so hot in that robe” kind of way. Feels relatable if you ever had a crush on three people at the same party.

What surprised me is how intimate the small stuff is. Like you’ll spend a day just fishing with Father, the sun low, water slow, the conversation circling around growing up and expectations, and suddenly your brain jumps to those nights where you open Twitter to check memes and end up doomscrolling queer threads about “found family” and “polycules that actually work.” The game quietly says: yeah, you can love more than one person, you can want more than one body, and it doesn’t have to blow up in drama every time. Sex here fits inside that mood. Sometimes it’s comforting, almost like aftercare before the actual care. Sometimes it’s a horny mistake that still feels good. The festival becomes this excuse for everyone to push past what they usually pretend in public. You get that mood of: are we still just joking or is your hand staying on my thigh a little too long on purpose. It’s not polished, some scenes feel a bit rough, like a fanfic draft your friend sends you on Telegram at 2 in the afternoon, but that roughness actually fits. There are dick jokes beside serious talks about futures, kisses that turn into grinding, a lazy afternoon that becomes a threesome if you play it right. It’s queer, a bit shameless, sometimes soft, sometimes filthy, like puberty plus magic plus “I saw this on Pornhub and wanna try.” Not subtle, not clinical, just horny kids on the edge of adult life, pretending they’re in control while their bodies and hearts absolutely are not.

This time manipulation visual novel hits different when you realize the protagonist isn't some noble hero wrestling with moral dilemmas. Nah, he's basically a horny dude who stumbled into godlike powers and decides to use them for exactly what you'd expect. The whole "what would you do if you could stop time" premise gets real explicit real fast, and honestly? It's refreshing to see a game that doesn't pretend otherwise.

The yaoi elements blend surprisingly well with the fantasy setting - there's this whole magical academy backdrop that gives context to why time magic exists, but let's be real, nobody's here for the worldbuilding. When our MC discovers he can freeze moments and mess around with whoever catches his eye, things escalate quickly. The art style captures those frozen expressions perfectly, which adds this weird voyeuristic layer that works better than it should. Some scenes drag on too long though, like the developers got carried away with their own concept. The dialogue tries to be clever about the whole time paradox thing but mostly just serves as setup for the next steamy encounter.

What caught me off guard was how the game handles consequences - or rather, how it completely ignores them for most of the runtime. You'd think there'd be some cosmic punishment for abusing temporal powers, but the story seems more interested in exploring every possible scenario our time-stopping protagonist can get into. The fantasy elements feel almost secondary to the gay romance and explicit content, which isn't necessarily bad but makes the genre tags feel a bit misleading. By the end, you're left wondering if the whole time manipulation gimmick was just an excuse to create the ultimate power fantasy scenario. Works for what it is, I guess, but don't expect any deep philosophical questions about free will or temporal ethics.

Alister is the kind of horny disaster that walks into a scene like he owns it and then immediately proves he has no idea what the fuck is going on. Demon, ripped, cocky, literally dragged out of hell and dropped into this pretty, fucked up fantasy world where everyone either wants to use him, fuck him, or both at once. The game just throws you into his vibe without a big tutorial lecture. One moment he’s pissed about being yanked out of hell, next moment he’s in front of this disgraced prince who looks like he hasn’t slept since his last royal scandal, and a tiny gnome bard who flirts with anything that has a pulse and probably a few things that don’t. You just kinda roll with it. I liked that the first really horny moment didn’t feel like “okay now is the sex scene,” it creeps in under the banter. A hand on his chest holds just half a second longer, a gaze drops to his hips, someone makes a joke that is way too loaded, and suddenly you’re sitting there, dick in your hand, pretending you’re still reading for the story. Sure.

What surprised me is how romantic and trashy it feels at the same time. You get this ex-prince trying to act all noble and serious while his eyes very clearly keep checking out Alister’s body, tracing the lines of his abs, his shoulders, the way his tail moves when he’s annoyed. He says things like “this is strictly professional” right after you pick the dialogue option that has you pressing him against a wall in some corridor lit with torches that flicker like they know what’s about to happen. It’s not subtle. The writing lets you choose if Alister leans into being a seductive bastard or acts confused by how fast mortals get horny, and both paths feel dirty in a fun way. I had him pretend he’s above all this “mortal lust” while describing in detail how the prince’s hands feel on his thighs. That hypocrisy is hot. Then there’s the gnome, Alek, who is small, smug and basically a walking thirst comment section. He’s strumming his lute, making filthy little songs about demon dick, and when you encourage him he turns that energy on you, climbing into your space like size is just a suggestion. The game really likes playing with power and who’s actually in charge in the moment. Sometimes you’re the big scary demon using your strength to pin a guy down, other times you end up on your knees because someone figured out that demons are weak to praise and a firm grip around their horns. The game does romance, but it never forgets to be horny first, feelings later, and then suddenly you care way too much if this idiot prince actually likes you or just wants the monster in your pants.

The pacing is a bit weird, like a feast where you get dessert before the main dish. You slam into some spicy stuff early, hands wandering, suggestive touching, a nice long look at Alister’s body where the camera definitely knows what part people care about, and then it pulls back into plot talk about warlocks and kingdoms and “honor.” I was there like, yeah yeah, political fallout, but can we go back to when he was breathing against my neck and calling me dangerous. At the same time, the small things are what stuck with me. Like one scene where they’re camping, and you can choose to sit closer to the fire or closer to Izaak. If you sit by him, his knee brushes yours, and he doesn’t move away. It’s nothing, but it’s not nothing. Or when Alek casually asks if demons can cum more than once and delivers it like he’s asking about the weather, then grins when Alister chokes on his drink. Stuff like that makes the world feel horny even when nobody is naked yet. I kinda wish there was an option to be more mean with your flirting, like really corrupt the prince, drag him into something filthy he’ll hate himself for loving, but maybe that’s me being too spicy. Anyway, if you’re the type who likes big bodies, messy power dynamics, and that slow slide from “I summoned a monster” to “I’m riding him and moaning his name like a prayer I’m not supposed to say,” then just let this game happen to you and don’t rush. Take time with the dialogue choices, push a little on the borders, and when the scene turns hot, actually read it instead of skipping for the CG. There’s a lot of fun in making Alister say the wrong thing on purpose and then fucking his way out of trouble.

Just Bros feels like reading a horny sports manga that suddenly remembers it’s a dating sim, then forgets again, then shoves your face right back into somebody’s sweaty pecs. You start as this pretty normal guy surrounded by walking thirst traps who all pretend they’re “just bros” while very obviously checking each other out in the locker room. The writing leans hard into this fake straight energy: guys comparing bench press numbers while their towels slip a little too low, casual “no homo” comments right before they push you up against a wall and kiss you like they want to swallow your tongue. It’s not subtle. I liked that. Although sometimes I hated it. One minute the game is teasing slow romantic build up, next minute you’re bent over the shower bench having your ass pounded by a so-called “training partner” who swears it’s just a special stretch.

What surprised me a bit is how close this feels to those BL sports manga where every page is just guys sweating, arguing, then making out in a dark corner. But here, you actually pick where to hang out, who to text, and which dick you want inside you tonight. The choices don’t feel super complicated on paper, but they hit hard because the guys react like actual messy humans. I had one run where I focused on the serious muscle coach, the kind of older daddy you know smells like chalk, coffee and a bit of aftershave. I kept picking the respectful, submissive options, listening to his training plans, saying “yes sir” a lot, and suddenly he’s pushing me against the gym mirror, whispering that I belong to him now. Then my phone buzzes with a hook-up invite from the loudmouth jock I’d slept with earlier, and the jealousy scene that followed felt like something ripped straight out of a yaoi drama. He doesn’t just get pissed, he gets possessive in this hot, slightly toxic way that made me both horny and annoyed. I wanted to tell him to calm down, but also to pull my hair harder. Some routes are softer, like the shy nerdy guy who looks like he never left his dorm room except to buy protein powder. His first time scene is more “I’m shaking, please go slow” and less “ram me into the locker,” but of course I still chose “ram me into the locker.” The game lets you be gentle or a total slut, and then acts shocked when you are a total slut. The only thing that bothered me too much is how often my character ends up in the same damn bar. There are like three places in this universe apparently: gym, bar, bedroom. I kept thinking, please, just one chaotic date in a supermarket, let me get railed in the frozen food aisle or something. It never happens, and I weirdly missed that. The routes twist around more than you expect, though. One night stand you thought was just a random cock turns into a full route if you don’t ghost him, and some “main” guys can stay as occasional fuckbuddies if you push them away. It feels less clean than usual visual novels, more like you’re stumbling through a horny friend group where everyone has history and nobody uses Grindr because they already have each other on speed dial. In a way it’s kind of realistic: guys pretend to be tough, pretend it’s only bros being bros, but then one simple choice and their hands are shaking while they unzip you. I kept thinking “ok, last route, I’m done,” then I saw another beefy idiot flex on screen and clicked new game again.

Summoning a demon for revenge sounds cool in theory, right? You light some candles from Dollar Store, mumble a half-remembered chant you found on some shady forum, and expect a dramatic but classy spirit to show up and help you screw over your enemies. Instead, this game hands you a horny vengeance demon who absolutely did not get the memo about “professional boundaries”. You play as this poor human guy who clearly thought he was in some edgy occult story, but the second that circle lights up, it turns into something way closer to “I accidentally ordered a sex-obsessed monster from hell and it’s not accepting refunds”. The tone is very “this was supposed to be scary, why is he licking my neck and asking about my taste in guys”.

What I really like is that the demon isn’t just a generic muscle dude with horns slapped on. He looks wrong in a hot way. Eyes a little too sharp, posture too confident, smile just on the edge of predatory. He’s got this vibe where he talks about tearing out someone’s soul, then immediately pivots into teasing the protagonist about being “tempted already, aren’t you?”. The game keeps mixing violence talk and sexual stuff, like he describes revenge as if it’s foreplay, and sometimes it is actually hard to tell if he wants to rip the bully apart or watch the bully fuck you until you cry, for “punishment”. There are a couple scenes where he sits too close and touches a bit too long, and the art really sells that feeling of “I should not be turned on by this, but I am”. When his claws rest on the MC’s throat during a “friendly” chat, yeah, that detail stays in your head.

The writing leans into the gay tension without pretending it’s healthy. This is not soft-boy BL. The protagonist is in over his head and the demon knows it and enjoys it. There are lines like “You called me here to hurt them, but look at you, already trembling from my fingers. Maybe you were the real offering.” He says stuff like that while dragging his claws over bare skin and you just know it will leave marks later. The game doesn’t jump into instant sex; it teases, presses, corners. The first time the MC wakes up with the demon in his bed, half shifted, tail coiled around his leg, hand low on his stomach, that’s the turning point where it stops being “oops, magic went wrong” and becomes “I belong to something not human and he’s enjoying breaking me in”. The sex when it finally happens is intense and rough, full of that “you asked for this” dirty talk that borders on humiliating. The demon treats the MC like both toy and worshipper, grabs his hair, forces eye contact, uses strength he clearly doesn’t need, drags out his orgasm until he’s crying, then casually reminds him that their pact isn’t finished yet. If you like your yaoi with claws, teeth, possessive monsters and a protagonist who gradually gives in to it all, this hits that exact spot where fear and arousal tangle up so much you can’t see the line anymore.