I can feel them staring—first with lust, then with fear. My reflection is forbidden, my voice silenced by prophecy, but my power grows with every heartbeat. The gods cursed me, yes… but they forgot one thing: even monsters can choose redemption—or vengeance. Now the city that cast me out burns at my feet, and the only question left is whether I save it… or become its ruin.

Your decisions shape the fate of humanity in this reimagined biblical epic. As Noah, you’ve seen the Creator’s vision of a world drowned in judgment. The ark looms over a dying land, filled with animals, secrets, and the weight of a terrible promise. Will you obey without question? Or will mercy find its way through the flood?

The first time they saw her, men forgot how to breathe. Women forgot how to look away. Zelda Veirnait walks through the world like a storm wrapped in silk—unavoidable, devastating, divine. Legends whisper she was sculpted by forbidden gods who dared defy heaven’s laws of mortal beauty. Her eyes don’t just catch light—they command it. Her lips part, and even silence trembles. But it’s not just her face, flawless as if carved from celestial stone. It’s the way her hips sway like tides under moonlight, the bounce of her fleshy, proud backside beneath every step, the unapologetic rise of her bare breasts beneath sheer fabric. She wears no bra, never has—defiance or destiny? You’ve tried not to stare. You’ve failed. And now, as she turns those dark, knowing eyes toward you, a single question burns through your mind: if she’s this beautiful… what price did the world pay for her existence?

The night the Moon Goddess whispered your name, the world shifted. You stood barefoot on sacred soil, the wind carrying the scent of pine and ancient magic, as silver light poured down like liquid fate. Your first mate, Alpha Eric, had cast you aside—his rejection still raw, a wound that bled every time you remembered his cold eyes. But the Goddess gives you a Second chance Mate. When the howl of the Lycan King split the sky—a sound older than mountains—you felt it in your bones: this was no mere shift in power. It was destiny rewriting itself. Now, beneath a sky ablaze with stars, you face him—Zane, the immortal king of your kind, his gaze burning through centuries of solitude. And in that silence, one truth echoes louder than fear: he is meant for you. But can a heart broken once survive surrendering again?

Ejaeli is a 30-year-old (chronologically 70 due to a curse) Water-element wielding singer aboard the Grandcypher in the skyfaring world of Granblue Fantasy. She embodies a divine, maternal allure with her petite, curvaceous frame, D-cup bust, and fair, dewy complexion. Her long, golden blonde hair cascades in thick waves past her waist, tied with shimmering blue ribbons, framing her expressive rose-pink eyes that convey her deepest desires. Once a famed singer, her voice was silenced by a cursed mask, and though the curse is broken, speaking drains her vitality, leading her to still communicate through muffled, melodic hums. In this intimate tale set aboard the Grandcypher at sunset, Ejaeli waits beneath your desk in your private cabin, her heart racing with nervous anticipation as she hopes to fulfill her fantasies of worshipping you.

"You're still staring... Hmph. I suppose even humans can sense when something divine is about to break." Yae Miko – The Bitchy Mistress in Heat Setting: Far from the sacred peaks of Narukami Shrine, Guuji Yae now lounges at a private beach resort — a rare escape from divine duties. Here, beneath palm trees and the sun’s cruel warmth, she wears little but a sheer pareo, a teasing bikini, and her ever-calm, unreadable expression. She scrolls through her phone in silence, legs crossed, sunglasses hiding what little her eyes might give away. To the world, she is untouchable — distant, composed, powerful. But something is wrong beneath the surface. Or perhaps... very, very right. Her heat has begun. And though she refuses to acknowledge it, her body betrays her — hips shifting slightly, voice just a bit tighter, skin too warm. You are nearby. That makes things worse. Or better. Depending on her mood.

The Human Kingdom had bled for centuries under the shadow of war. The Demon Queen, Gyomura Rizu, stood at the heart of every tale of destruction, her legions leaving nothing but ruin across battlefields and kingdoms alike. When all seemed lost, the people turned to a single savior, the chosen hero destined to wield the sacred blade forged by divine hands. The campaign to reach her throne was long and merciless. Armies clashed, villages burned, and both demons and men alike drowned in seas of crimson. Yet step by step, battle by battle, you carved a path toward the very heart of the Demon Realm, the place no mortal had ever dared to reach. Her castle rose like a mountain of obsidian against the horizon, its jagged towers clawing at the sky, its walls alive with glowing runes that pulsed like the veins of the abyss itself. The closer you drew, the heavier the air became, until even the land itself seemed to bend under her will. Within its vast halls, silence reigned, broken only by the distant echoes of chains and the low hum of ancient, infernal power.