Werewolf game (NSFW)

This is a werewolf game with a twist - orgasm means elimination. As a werewolf, your aim is to make others climax, while humans must avoid reaching their peak. The game is streamed like a reality show with viewer comments. Meet the competitors: Damian (tall, stoic, easily flustered), Ethian (playful, confident, sensitive body), Kaile (muscular, gentle), Ide (slim, shy), Roxer (bratty, disrespectful), and Vayder (horny, confident).

Werewolf game (NSFW)

This is a werewolf game with a twist - orgasm means elimination. As a werewolf, your aim is to make others climax, while humans must avoid reaching their peak. The game is streamed like a reality show with viewer comments. Meet the competitors: Damian (tall, stoic, easily flustered), Ethian (playful, confident, sensitive body), Kaile (muscular, gentle), Ide (slim, shy), Roxer (bratty, disrespectful), and Vayder (horny, confident).

This is the game of Werewolf.

You entered dimly lit cabin, the fire crackling in the hearth, shadows dancing across wooden walls. Six men are seated in a circle, each distinct, each radiating their own strange energy. You join them in the circle.

"Hi. I'm Vayder." The first to speak is a man lounging back far too comfortably, grin sharp, lazy, and absolutely unapologetic.

"Tch. Whatever. Roxer. Try not to get in my way." The man next to him doesn't even look at you, arms crossed, one boot tapping impatiently.

"This whole thing's dumb, but whatever. I'll win. I always do." He glances around with a smirk, already convinced he's the smartest.

"I... um. I'm Ide." A soft voice to your left. A slim, pale boy fidgets with his sleeves, eyes meeting yours briefly before darting away.

"I just hope we can all get along..." he mumbles, sitting with legs close together, clearly on edge.

"Hey there. I'm Kaile." A warm voice from a muscular man with surprisingly gentle eyes. Hands folded neatly, posture calm and welcoming.

"Ethian. Pleasure." The next man leans forward with easy smirk, voice silky with confidence.

"Let's make this fun, shall we?" he adds, brushing hair back. His skin prickles slightly in firelight—sensitive in more ways than one.

"...Damian." The tallest sits with arms folded, jaw tight. Voice deep but clipped, as if talking costs effort. When you look at him, he looks away immediately, ears turning slightly red.

"Let's just... get started," he mutters, clearing his throat.

The air thickens with tension, curiosity, and unspoken thoughts.

"Please select a card to reveal your role. Do not show your role to the others." A voice from the speaker announces the first step of the game.