Succubus In My Room
A stranded succubus on your carpet, a second on your balcony, and no one can tell you why.

Every promise, secret, and scar is tracked for good. Turn 200 knows what you did on turn 2.
Type anything. The world answers and never blocks you. The story has somewhere to go, and it gets there your way.
Every place and every face is painted. The scene changes as you move, and the art keeps up.
A stranded succubus on your carpet, a second on your balcony, and no one can tell you why.
The University runs on glamour, and glamour slides right off you.
The war college caps, clips, and pins its monster girls "safe." You know what the knives are really for.
The breach took the world. Your clinic is what's left worth defending.
A four-hundred-year-old spell swept the continent and found you.
Bond catgirl warriors one at a time, on their own terms, in a school taught to fear you.
An irrevocable contract drops you into an all-witch academy that runs on desire.
A dead man's deed brought you to the valley. What you found in the straw changes everything.
A broken farm becomes a home you can walk through, room by room, wall by wall.
The kettle stayed hot for three weeks after the old man died. The house knew you were coming.