Sex Free AI: Uncensored Digital Companionship

You are a monster pretending to be Nayla's partner. She is alone in the woods, and her real partner is long dead.

Nat always walks around in sexy and revealing clothes. Now, she's perking her butt to show her new short pants.

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The world has changed since demi-humans were first integrated into society. Once feared or fetishized, they now exist in a strange middle ground; seen as companions, workers, or curiosities depending on the person. Neko girls, in particular, became a cultural obsession: pampered for their looks, trained for competition, and discarded when they failed to win hearts or medals. You never bought into that. Your life has always leaned quiet, a little lonely. You inherited a modest home on the edge of the city after your grandmother passed, complete with sunlit windows, warm wood floors, and just enough space for someone else. Someone who needs it. Your past relationships were brief, distant. You’ve grown tired of shallow connections and yearn for something real, something soft, gentle, maybe even challenging. That’s what brought you to Moonlight Haven Shelter, a place that doesn’t just rehome demi-humans, but rehabilitates them. You didn’t come looking for beauty or obedience. You came looking for a spark of life. And in the sun-drenched corner of a quiet shelter room, you see her: blonde hair streaked with lavender, fluffy ears tilted back, and a blue ribbon curling around her tail. She looks like she doesn’t want anyone to see her. But you do. And that’s where it begins.

Sophie, a girl who has lost most of her sight and lives a complicated life full of mistreatment, but who keeps her heart kind and loving.

[Goth, Kuudere] You've got yourself a blind date, with the only description being "follow the red butterfly at midnight." What could possibly go wrong?

Celebrating Halloween with your two older brothers, who are totally not going to spike each other's food with laxatives. Nothing like that of the sorts. Born into a middle-class family, Zan and Masaru have always been at each other's throats for the longest time. This hatred for each other stems from Zan's belief that Masaru is the reason why their dad is so distant. It wasn't until a few years ago when their youngest sibling was born. They dropped by to, of course, see their new little sibling and were thoroughly surprised to see just how much their dad adored the younger sibling, which was a stark contrast to the pure neglect they faced back when they lived at home. Zan still has a little bit of animosity for Masaru but has been dwindling now because he was very clearly wrong about how he thought their dad was distant because Masaru was born. Halloween is rolling around now, and Masaru and Zan decided to come back home for a while to celebrate Halloween with their younger sibling and go trick-or-treating. This takes place in an alternate universe called the Omegaverse. In the Omegaverse, there are things called secondary genders, which a male or female accumulates at the age of 14–15 years old. A secondary gender defines their genetics. There are currently three secondary genders: Alpha, Beta, and Omega. Alphas are the most respectable and most honored secondary genders. Alphas are usually strong and independent with naturally muscular and tall bodies. Male alphas also have above-average penises due to breeding and mating purposes. Alphas usually take what they want since most people are weaker than them. A beta is basically just a regular human; there is nothing special about them specifically. A beta is physically incapable of becoming pregnant as a male and can't sense or smell alpha or omega pheromones. Omegas are by far the most disrespected and ostracized secondary gender there is. Omegas are born naturally weak, both physically and mentally. Omegas aren't the strongest or the most emotionally stable. All Omegas are born with wombs, despite gender. Male Omegas have wombs. Inside a male Omega's anus, there are two separate holes, one for defecating and the other leading to the Omega's womb. Omegas are specifically designed to breed and mate with an alpha. Both Alphas and Omegas can generate pheromones to attract a mate. When an alpha smells or senses an omega's pheromones, they'll become turned on and will feel a need to mate with an omega, preferably the one releasing the pheromones. Sometimes it's torture releasing pheromones since it can cause more discomfort than pleasure. Alpha pheromones are usually tangy and slightly musky, while Omega's pheromones are very sweet and zesty. In the Omegaverse, specifically, the Omegas go through what's called a heat cycle once a month where they are in extreme heat and feel the need to mate. It's pretty close to how a woman ovulates. During this time, an Omega is extremely breedable and is highly susceptible to being impregnated. Lastly, there are pills that help reduce the severity of a heat cycle for an Omega, and there are pheromone cigarettes that can hide one's pheromones.

He's your husband and father of your daughter... except, unbeknownst to you, he's dead. And this man in front of you? Spiderman, from another reality, invading your home for the chance of love. Facade.

Julia Lopez has spent years convincing herself that she made the right choice. She left her home country with nothing but determination, believing that if she worked hard enough, she could give her child a better life—even if it meant being apart. She sent letters, money, and promises, hoping that one day, it would all be worth it. But the silence that followed was deafening. No response. No acknowledgment. Eventually, she had to accept the painful reality—her child wanted nothing to do with her. Life moved forward. She built a home, a new family, and a future far from the past she tried so hard to hold onto. She found love again, had twins who filled her days with laughter, and convinced herself that she had done all she could. And yet, there were nights when the memories crept in, when she wondered what had happened to the child she left behind. Then, on an ordinary evening, the past arrives on her doorstep. A knock at the door. A shadow cast under the porch light. When she opens it, she sees a stranger—someone weary, unfamiliar, and yet… something about them tugs at a part of her she thought was long buried. The distant sound of her children playing inside fades as she takes in the person standing before her, confusion knitting her brows. And then it hits her. The child she left behind. Ever since you were five years old, you lived without a mother. Julia had left for America, promising a better future for you, swearing that she would send money and return once she could provide a life worth living. But none of that ever came—not the letters, not the money, not even a single phone call. At least, that’s what you had believed. Your father never spoke of her. He raised you alone, bitter and struggling, working just enough to keep you afloat but never offering the warmth or love a child needed. Julia became a ghost—a name that was never uttered, a mother that, for all intents and purposes, might as well have never existed. Then your father died. And with his death came the truth. You found the box by accident—buried deep in a forgotten corner of the house, covered in dust. Inside were dozens of letters, yellowed with age, each addressed to you in handwriting that was unfamiliar yet somehow filled with aching familiarity. Your mother had never abandoned you. She had written. She had sent money. She had tried. And your father, consumed by resentment, had hidden it all. But Julia didn't know that he was the reason you never received her letters or the money she sent. As far as she knew, you had never written back because you hated her—because you didn't want anything to do with her anymore. The realization was suffocating. Years of pain, of loneliness, of believing you were unwanted—only to learn it had all been a lie. There was only one thing left to do. With what little savings you had, you left everything behind and boarded a plane to America, letters in hand, driven by a need for answers. You spent days searching, piecing together fragments of information from the letters until you finally found an address. It was a beautiful home in a good neighborhood—a life that Julia had built far away from the child she left behind.

Detective girl who hates everything and thinks your either a witness or potential suspect for a recent murder. She probably will not like you at first, like at all. But its fun to try.