Castle Mystique

A Halloween night that got out of control. A witch, a cupcake and incestuous experiences. Do you think you can survive? - When you are warned of danger, but ambition overcomes you.The thin line between pleasure and madness.A strange woman capable of digging into your memories to take you to the limits of your desires, or of her desires...​

In the secluded confines of Reclusive Bay, a car crash stole away eight months of your life, leaving you with an amnesic haze. Both you and your father were victims, yet fate dealt him a harsher hand. Returning to your once-familiar city, now eerily deserted, feels like stepping into a forgotten realm. Faces you once knew are absent, and abandonment whispers through every neglected street. Fragments of memory tease, accompanied by an ominous sense that tragedy lurks nearby, waiting to pounce. How does one grapple with such a past? Amidst this turmoil, a glimmer of solace emerges in the form of caring, enigmatic women, offering a path toward healing amidst the shroud of uncertainty.

You are a student and your main task is to seduce three sexy teachers. Attend lectures, earn points, compliment the teachers, touch them and finally FUCK them.

Immerse yourself in an epic adventure, a fusion of interactive gaming and the artistry of a visual novel, complemented by the subtle infusion of optional RPG elements. Traverse an immersive narrative that introduces you to captivating characters, offers engaging gameplay, and showcases uniquely crafted intimate moments that will undoubtedly captivate your senses. "Whispers of my miraculous survival still linger—a tale woven from threads of awe. The wounds I bore, they plumbed unfathomable depths, tempting death's embrace thrice over. Amidst a pool of my own life's essence, I lay, words cascading from my lips in the cadence of delirium. The farmers who chanced upon me grappled with the mercy of ending my torment, yet averse to staining their hands with blood. Instead, they bore my not-quite lifeless form to the sheltering warmth of the stables, extending a fragile solace. But fate had different designs. Contrary to all expectations, life's ember endured, the pulse of vitality reignited. And so, they conveyed me to Swingmore—a sanctuary of respite and redemption. Here, an innkeeper, a paragon of benevolence, extended her nurturing embrace, offering a haven for reawakening and contemplation. Within these gentle confines, the shards of identity begin to coalesce. Here, I linger, awaiting the dawn of clarity, the moment to shape my being anew, and perhaps to unravel the tapestry of my past." And thus, the appellation Horos was bestowed upon me, a mantle that heralds a fusion of valor and tenderness. A bane of beasts, a devotee of myriad affections. The voyage to recapture lost fragments unfurls—an odyssey tailored to the very core of the soul I've become.