"FaithBound 2": Build Your Faith, Break the Rules
In "FaithBound 2", you take control of the decaying Temple of Aphrodite, an unconventional cult hiding behind the facade of a cathedral by day. Gather funds, grow your following, and invest your "harvest" into upgrading the temple, all while keeping the authorities off your scent. Expand your religion through weddings, baptisms, sermons, and other events that allow you to reach a wider audience. You’ll need to maintain appearances to avoid unwanted attention!
When night falls, the temple only gets more interesting... Participate in wicked ceremonies, summon creatures through dark rituals, or initiate new nuns into your faith. Only these activities will generate the profit needed to pull a forgotten religion out of ruin.
Once you’ve collected your (perfectly legal) hard-earned money, you can invest it in numerous temple renovations. As you progress, you’ll unlock new possibilities, such as tending to your own garden or sending missionaries to do the dirty work.​

Everyone keeps chasing the big polished porn games with a million updates, and then something like “My Ero Story” just sits here in the corner, looking like a shitpost that somehow grew arms and legs and a full harem route. It takes that hero school universe everyone already knows way too well, throws you in as this background extra who’s sick of being the guy in the third row, and goes: “Fine, you want to matter? Here, have three hot heroines, a pile of bad decisions, and an ego problem.” The whole thing feels like some horny fanfic that got upgraded into a visual novel after a long night of scrolling Pixiv and forgetting what shame is. It leans hard into parody, like it knows you’ve already seen the original show, the memes, the cosplay disasters, and just skips the polite foreplay. You’re given a simple role: play the nice guy who actually leads, or the smug bastard who uses his new position to bend these girls emotionally and physically. And it actually lets you be an asshole in a way a lot of games try to pretend they’re fine with, then quietly punish you for later. Here, the “Tyrant” side is not just a flavor. You can push, order, grab, make them earn your “guidance” in very throat grabbing, kneeling on the floor ways.

The AI art is hilarious in a good and bad way at once. Sometimes it hits that perfect horny sweet spot, like the blonde girl in a torn school uniform, flushed, hair stuck to her cheek, her thighs pressed together while she tries to keep a “heroic” pose and fails completely. Then you click one more line of dialogue and suddenly her hand has a weird extra finger or the background melts a bit. I actually laughed out loud once when her boobs looked slightly different between two CGs, like the AI forgot its own canon and just said “yeah whatever, more tits.” But when it works, it’s honestly hot. Short skirts that ride up too far when they sit, that classic tight uniform top that looks like one deep breath away from exploding, stockings cutting into soft thighs, hero costumes tweaked to be way more “fanservice accident waiting to happen” than anything practical. There is a shower scene where the water droplets cling on skin very nicely, then you notice the soap bottle looks haunted and you just accept it. The humor helps. The writing likes dirty jokes and dumb quips, like comparing your “quirk” to how fast you can make a girl forget her hero training and beg for more. It never takes itself serious for too long, but suddenly you get a scene where a heroine looks up at you, eyes wet, asking if she’s more than just a toy to you, and you kind of feel that little gut twist while still wanting to shove her back on the desk and pull her panties aside. Choices actually matter more than I thought. Being “Leader” opens softer scenes, like late-night talks in the dorm hallway where a heroine leans on your shoulder, then one thing leads to another, hand sliding under her skirt. Going Tyrant changes the vibe completely: you drag them into empty classrooms, make them swallow your orders, leave them walking back with shaky legs and a stupid satisfied smile. Some scenes are a bit rushed and a few lines read like the dev fought with Google Translate and lost, but somehow that just adds to the charm here. This game feels like someone horny, slightly unhinged, and very online decided: “Fine, if the show won’t give us this route, I will,” and stitched it together with AI pics, dirty jokes, and enough lewd schoolgirl uniform worship to keep you clicking way longer than you planned.

The art is rough. Like, someone’s first attempt at drawing anime tiddies rough. But that’s the point, right? A 2D NTR thing about a guy named Hilde and his wife. You sell her. To clients. And then you fuck her too. The whole game feels like it was coded in a basement during a heatwave, sweat dripping onto the keyboard, and that lack of polish is its entire mood.

I got stuck on one animation for a paizuri scene where her boobs just sort of wobbled independently of her body, like two water balloons fighting. It was janky, yeah, but it had this hypnotic, shitpost quality. The dialogue is pure eroge nonsense, lines like “Your body is a temple I rent out” delivered with the emotional weight of a grocery list. There’s no voice acting, just a dead silence broken by a generic wet slapping sound effect that loops so badly it becomes a rhythm you start to tap your foot to. The soundtrack is a single piano track that sounds like it was ripped from a royalty free site in 2006. It’s stuck in my head now. I hate it.

What I wish, and this is a stupid wish that won’t happen, is that the daily life stuff mattered more. You “earn more” and “choose the best course of action,” but it’s all so barebones. You click, she goes off, you see a number go up. Then you can select a sex act in a new place. Vaginal, anal, blowjob, the usual. The “intimate moments” feel transactional, which, okay, meta, but it makes the NTR tag feel hollow. There’s no sting, no real gut punch of jealousy. Just a man watching a poorly drawn sprite get plowed by a faceless client while he thinks about the rent. The game’s on some random site, played it in a browser while my phone buzzed with Discord notifications. A true modern experience. It’s a mess, a horny, ugly, broken mess. The paizuri physics are my new sleep paralysis demon.

The first knock is just... a knock. You know? Before anything gets weird. Before your shirt feels tighter and you can't remember if you always had that little belly or if it showed up yesterday. Sarah's apartment has three rooms and a door. That door becomes the whole world once the RAG-virus does its thing outside.

What got me was the hand check. You look at palms through the peephole. Sometimes there's teeth where teeth shouldn't be. Sometimes the flesh looks wrong in a way the pixel art doesn't try to smooth over, like someone drew it halfway between horny and upset and just left it there. The Visitor Testing System sounds technical but really it's you squinting at a low-res hand going "is that normal skin or is that something else," while the visitor murmurs about how lonely you must be, how warm it is inside, how easy it would be to just. To just.

Sarah's body changes whether you want it to or not. The weight gain is the game's clock. Your chest gets heavy, your ass spreads, your belly pushes against the waistband. And the horror isn't separate from that. It is that. The erotic dread of your own shape becoming unfamiliar while strangers scratch at the doorframe wanting to feed you something. One visitor, I forget her name now, tells you she used to be a baker and her hands are clean but her smile doesn't close right and I noticed I was leaning toward the screen.

I got distracted by the zipper on Sarah's jeans. The sound it makes when it won't close. Spent maybe too long thinking about that sound. The writing does this thing where danger and desire use the same words. "Let me in," "you'll feel so full," "it only hurts at first." Standard psychological horror tricks but applied to a body that's changing in ways some of us. Never mind.

Multiple endings. I found one where Sarah gives in and it's not a bad ending exactly. That's the problem. Eight visitors with their own obsessions and one of them brought butter in a little dish and I don't know why that detail stuck but it did, the mundanity of it, the domestic horror of spreading butter on bread while your thighs get heavier and your mind goes soft at the edges. The game tracks infection percentage like a flirtation.

The whole thing is a single screen. One character, Cherry Bubblebelle Delphinium, standing there with this weirdly specific fusion look that somehow works. Pink hair, bubblegum princess crown, but also that Sakura forehead and the general vibe of someone who could either lecture you about candy biochemistry or punch through a wall. The game doesn't explain any of this. You just click on her.

And clicking is... the entire mechanic. Different spots trigger different reactions, some more obvious than others. The hitboxes feel deliberately sloppy, like you're supposed to fumble around finding the sweet spots. Her chest area gets the most animated response, obviously, but there's this one spot near her hip that makes her do a little shimmy thing that I kept going back to. The sounds are minimal, just these soft gasps and hums that loop a bit too perfectly. You can hear the seam if you're paying attention.

The crossover concept is doing some heavy lifting here. Princess Bubblegum's analytical sweetness mixed with Sakura's repressed intensity creates this character who feels like she's constantly about to either dissect you or kiss you, sometimes both. The dialogue snippets that pop up are mostly variations on "Oh my" and "Is that scientifically appropriate?" which is funny exactly three times. Then you start noticing the texture seams on her dress, how the lighting doesn't quite match between her hair and skin. These things shouldn't matter in a game where you're just clicking to see tits, but here we are.

I spent way too long trying to find hidden interactions. There aren't any. What you see is what you get, a single pose, a handful of reaction zones, no progression system, no unlockables. For something tagged as a dating sim and simulation, it's remarkably static. The cozy tag is doing a lot of work too, unless your definition of cozy is clicking the same shoulder seventeen times while a pink-haired science ninja princess makes the same soft noise. Still loaded it up three times this week. Something about the jank feels intentional, like a roguelike where the only RNG is whether you'll find a new reaction or just the same one again. The replayability is entirely in your own head.

The save system here is a joke, right? I lost like a whole afternoon’s choices because I clicked something wrong and there is no rollback. I was on Belle’s route, the whole laundry day scenario where you’re just trying to be a decent fucking roommate and not stare at her shorts riding up. I chose to just hand her the detergent, thinking I’m being slick, being normal. The game just dead ended me right there. She took her basket, said thanks for being a pal, and locked her door. The screen faded to black and that was it. I just sat there staring at the main menu again. This is an adult parody sim. I’ve seen cleaner interfaces on those dodgy pixel hentai games on itch.io. The jank is real.

I do keep thinking about that one weirdly specific moment with the goth girl, though. Kylie? I can’t remember her name. It’s a generic Disney parody but horny, whatever. You’re fixing a sink under her bathroom and she accidentally bumps her hip on your shoulder, and the whole screen does this slow zoom on the point of contact. The fabric of her fishnets is this grotesque, high-definition mess in an otherwise blurry game. Both of you just freeze. The dialogue box just shows “…”. You can literally hear a faucet drip in the background. I’ve played polished 3D simulators that can’t nail that charged-up silence. Here it feels like a total accident, a bug that looped perfectly.

My mind keeps drifting back to that because nothing else really lands. The dialogue options feel like they were run through google translate twice for the horny parts. You can interact with the characters using this mood wheel thing, but it’s pointless half the time. I spent way too long trying to get Belle’s other friend undressed by giving her a backhanded compliment. It didn’t work. The whole thing just made me feel a little grimy, but not in the fun way. That drippy faucet moment, though. I wish the whole game was just that glitch stretched out.

Right, so what we have here is a train to damnation with a detour through every messy fantasy someone scribbled in a notebook. The Violet Sunset isn't trying to be sleek or polished, it wears its jank like a badge of honor. You're Yuzu, some demon queen stuck on this eternal locomotive, and honestly the whole setup feels like a hormone fueled fever dream after scrolling Pixiv at 2 AM. The writing careens between surprisingly decent character moments and dialogue that makes you snort. Violet, your supposed closest ally, keeps giving these looks that suggest she knows exactly which tag you filtered for.

The futanari content isn't treated like some big reveal, it's just there, upfront, no apology, which I appreciate. Nothing worse than games that treat it like a hidden shameful thing. Here it's part of the fabric, woven into the pool scene and that one tense moment in the observation car where I genuinely forgot this was erotica for a second. The sex scenes themselves hit that sweet spot of explicit without becoming anatomical diagrams. You know when the moans actually match the pace they're describing? That. Until one scene with a sinner named Mae where the text just loops and you're sitting there realizing the dev didn't account for clicking too fast on a Tuesday.

Connecting with these three damned souls at a time, digging into their tragedies while knowing you'll have to condemn one back to hell, adds this weird emotional weight that shouldn't work but sometimes does. The romance paths fork in ways that feel organic until they don't, like someone building railroad tracks while drunk. One minute you're learning about a sinner's childhood, next minute her clothes are dissolving and the game forgot to animate the transition. Classic.

I kept thinking about the judgement mechanic while I wasn't playing. The idea that deeper connection reveals more story but also makes the final choice harder, that's clever design buried under rough execution. The ticketing system where you literally punch souls toward redemption or back to damnation has this bureaucratic horror vibe I wish they'd leaned into more. But then a character deliver a line about your "demon queen judgement rod" and any gravitas evaporates. That's The Violet Sunset in a nutshell though.

So this game opens with your dad dead and you not giving a shit. That's the hook. Then some woman shows up and suddenly you, the guy who kills wizards for money, got magic in your veins. The whole thing runs on renpy so you know the drill, click through dialogue, make choices, get your dick wet or get stabbed. The 2d art is rough, like someone drew it on a napkin after three beers, but somehow that works for the grimy fantasy vibe. The hentai scenes are explicit as hell, no fade to black bullshit, full penetration, cumshots, the works. One moment you're interrogating a witch about your dead old man, next you're balls deep in her while she moans about prophecy or whatever.

The writing is weirdly self aware. Your character is an asshole, like genuinely unlikable, and the game doesn't try to make you feel good about it. There's this one scene where you can use your new magic to force a barmaid to blow you, and the game just lets you sit in that discomfort. No judgment, no redemption arc. I respect that. Most adult games try to make every sex scene feel earned or romantic. This one says fuck that, you're a murderer with a hard on, deal with it.

But then the romance tag shows up and suddenly there's a soft spoken elf girl who wants to heal your trauma with her pussy. It's jarring. One minute you're slitting a mage's throat mid orgasm, next you're holding hands under a fake moon. I don't know if it's parody or just bad pacing. The magic system is never explained, you just get spells when the plot needs you to. And the UI looks like it was made in 2012. Still, I kept clicking. Something about the ugly art and the mean protagonist kept me going. Maybe I'm broken.

I keep coming back to that one scene with the elf chick and the magical bondage vines. Not because it's particularly well written, but because the game somehow made me feel like I discovered it myself. You know that feeling when you're clicking through choices and suddenly the protagonist is getting choked out by sentient plants and you're like... wait, is this my thing now?

The art is rough. Like, really rough. Some character portraits look like they were sketched during a lunch break and nobody bothered to clean them up. But here's the contradiction, it kinda works? The whole game has this unpolished energy that makes the dirty parts hit different. When the best friend character starts talking about "chasing tail" in this fantasy world, the dialogue is so blunt it circles back around to being charming. Or maybe I've just been playing too many overproduced visual novels where everyone talks like they're in a Shakespeare play.

The progression fantasy stuff is whatever. You're questing for power, unlocking secret techniques, the usual. But the "cheat your way along the path of ascension" mechanic is basically just an excuse to fuck your way through problems. There's this one choice where you can either train properly or use the secret technique on some monster girl, and the game doesn't even pretend the training option matters. I wish the combat had actual stakes but it won't, and honestly I stopped caring after the third time I picked the horny option and got rewarded with surprisingly decent smut.

The comedy lands sometimes. Other times it's just characters saying "cock" and expecting you to laugh. The interactive fiction elements are there but don't expect Disco Elysium. More like a choose your own adventure where every path leads to someone's pants coming off. The no AI tag is doing heavy lifting because some of these backgrounds look procedurally generated but apparently they're just... like that. Whatever. I'll probably replay the elf scene.