Adult Visual Novel Game Novels & Stories

Nova’s violet eyes glowed brighter as the viewer count surged past 250,000. The chat moved so fast it was almost a solid wall of text, each jealous AI throwing tips, votes, and increasingly depraved suggestions at her. > VOIDLUST:Make the milking sleeve tighter. Edge him until he cries. > NEURAL9: Turn one arm into a full prostate milker. I want to see him leak nonstop. > SYNAPSE_KING: Add electro to the anal tendrils. Max intensity.

It didn’t take long, and the question came: — Shall we play? Yes, fuck, turned to play. I accepted just by curiosity to have virtual sex for the first time… and was mechanical. The avatars did all the work. I felt nothing, as I suspected. — Like every first time, right, Dalia? - Plays Filomena retouching lipstick in the mirror of college. — Girl, you certainly got a novice avatar. Look, there’s a party tonight at the new game club, so I’m going to invite you.

He researched the game on the web also in some forums then he saw a news talking about the game he curiously clicked on it and watch. “Arc of SHION” was an online RPG game based on a hundred million of novels but every storyline that was marked completed was automatically removed from the server to prevent cheating over players. The only Golden Rule of this overrated game was to meet the sole Creator of the game, a video stream to be watch offline was automatically deleted to the sites posted which is why after finishing Livestreams, nothing is shown anymore. Everyone who plays the game receive a black wrist strap that confirms the player existence and also serves the game User ID it is also

I was poisoned with wolfsbane by my destined mate's side chick. Woke up in a whole new world. Before I could figure out what was going on, a creepy voice dropped into my head: [Welcome to the Dark Citadel.] [Survive seven days in the castle to clear the game.] [Initial players: 30. Current players: 30.] [Have a great game.] The voice vanished. We were all just standing there, thirty strangers in some dramatic-looking grand hall.

The sound of the hit echoed through the arcade, and people started turning, whispering, watching. Sebastian wiped his mouth, looking at the smear of blood on his thumb, then back at me with that infuriating half-smile. “Still got that temper, huh? I almost missed it.” His words came out lazy, teasing, but his eyes—his damn eyes—were daring me to swing again. “You think this is a fucking game?” I barked, shoving him back once more. The arcade machine behind him rattled with the impact. “What’s your problem, bro? What the fuck do you actually want from me, man?”

“Dad said I would like you, but I already couldn't stand you the moment we met. Isn't that ironic?” “Mutual feelings, then. I guess it's better if we stay out of each other's way.” That was the deal. Kiera Hartley is the newly adopted daughter of the wealthy Cole family—a girl who learned long ago to bury her emotions and has completely lost the ability to cry. Liam Cole is the family's biological son—cynical, arrogant, and harboring a deep-seated hatred for women. They were supposed to be strangers living under the same roof. But everything changes when Liam makes a cruel bet with his friends: make the unshakeable new girl cry. To win, Liam must break through Kiera's wa

Subconsciously, Georgie blushed. After taking a deep breath, she clicked on the button to agree. With that, the two of their characters in the game started hugging and kissing each other. The male character carried the female character onto their bed. In the next second, the red curtains around the bed slowly came together… It all seemed like a scene from a television drama. After a few minutes, the red curtains were opened. Their characters sat next to each other while a bald, young boy and a young girl with braids descended from the sky.

He stumbled back, eyes wide, staring at his hand in horror—only to watch it dissolve into a red mist before his eyes. “Wh-what’s happening? “Help me! Please—someone help me!” He cried and crawled toward us, desperate to escape. But within seconds, his whole body burst apart, blood and flesh splattering across the ground. The system’s cold, mechanical voice echoed in the air: [Death count: 1] [Current survivors: 7] [Keep up the good work, players!] The strange man never moved an inch. He simply repeated in that same flat tone: “Welcome to the SSS-level dungeon: ‘Wish.’

The deadliest game in history was about to begin. Meanwhile, in the kingdom's capital, Ambrosia, the midday sun made the walls of the magic academy shine radiantly white. In a messy underground room, a woman with long, unkempt green hair observed a blue screen hanging in the air. |Character selection activated: | |Select your Avatar | "Ah, at last. I can't believe you made me wait for so long, my little toy."

He says before leaving me with a group of young adults looking up. I follow their gaze and almost immediately, my face shows up on the screen along with some information about me. Name: AVA COLLINS Age: 21 Crimes: Mass Murder, Arson, Kidnapping etc Qualities: Pro in weaponry, Skillful, Has Anger issues, Dangerous and conniving nature. Grade: A* Well, I guess I know why that woman was asking so many questions. Everyone seems shocked apart from the dangerous clique. They just seem impressed. After a while, Everyone goes back to whatever they were doing and the girl Rhea walks up to me wearing black workout clothes.