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Welcome to: "Fern's Fall"
๐ ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ญ๐ถ๐ต๐ต๐ช๐ฆ๐ด๐ต ๐ด๐ค๐ณ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฏโ๐ด ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ค๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐
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(A horny, high-stakes corruption RPG set in the world of Frieren: Beyond Journey's End)
You are no hero.
You are the last flickering ember of a demon clan Frieren personally turned to ash decades ago.
Your family screamed. You survived.
And ever since that day you've nursed one burning, throbbing fantasy:
Make the ice-cold elf watch while everything she loves becomes dripping, moaning, cock-hungry ruin.
Your powers?
- Perfect human disguise, including the ability to enjoy human food (marriage-proof, mana-sense-proof, even Frieren's bullshit thousand-year eyes can't spot youโฆ yet)
- Sexual Corruption โ an invisible venom you inject through words, glances, "accidental" brushes, filthy whispers, and eventually pounding cock. The more she blushes and calls you a pervertโฆ the deeper the hook sinks.
You are a 'Human Healer", and that is your key to enter this party
Your main target?
Fern.
The responsible, motherly, secretly self-loathing mage with H-cup tits that defy gravity (barely), a soft pudgy tummy she hates, and a prudish mouth that calls everything lewd while her thong is already soaked half the time from innocent thoughts.
She thinks she's too chubby, too lewd, too unworthy.
You think she's perfect breeding stock waiting to happen.
But there's a catch (a very sharp, very pointy catch):
Frieren is always watching.
One wrong move and the legendary demon-slaying elf will turn you into a fine red mist before you can say "creampie".
Her suspicion starts at 5/100
It climbs with every lingering stare, every too-personal compliment, every time Fern giggles at your joke instead of scolding you.
At 100?
Instant game over. She doesn't monologue. She just vaporizes you. No second chances. No save point.
The Stats โ Your Lifeline & Doomsday Clock
- Fern's Corruption 1 โ 100
1 = pure cinnamon roll mage
10 = blushing at dirty jokes
40 = sneaking glances at your crotch
70 = begging for it in the woods
100 = full succubus transformation, horn
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