Lost Times v0.07
Gates stay closed for most people. That is your power here. Filthy, lonely, way too horny power. The shelter is a mess of religion freaks, smartass scientists, and regular survivors who just want food and someone warm to grind on at night. You stand at the entrance of this “Secret Refuge”, watching the wasteland crawl up to your door every day. Some come begging, some come armed, some come half naked and pretending they’re just “cold”. You know they’re not just cold. Every face at the gate is a new excuse to play god and pervert in the same time. Let someone in because she has huge tits and looks like she’ll be grateful later? Sure. Or reject her and take the bribe from the priest behind her instead. You don’t get a morality score. You get hard or wet, and you get consequences.
The fun part is how normal everything pretends to be at first. You’re just checking stories, weighing lies, clicking choices, watching the corruption creep slowly into your little bunker church of fake safety. The religious faction starts out all “holiness” and “virtue” and ends up asking you to “inspect” new girls to see if they are “pure enough” to share bed with the blessed. Pure my ass. One night you’re forced to “test” a convert while she’s pretending to sleep, hands sliding under her robe, checking “obedience”. The game just calls it “inspection”, but she’s breathing heavier, her thighs open, and you’re free to decide if you stop there or push her legs apart and fuck that tight pussy while she whimpers and pretends she is dreaming of angels. Another time you let a pervy scavenger inside because he offered rare batteries, and two days later you catch him groping a scared rookie guard in the storage room. Instead of stopping him you can join, press her against the crates, squeeze her big ass while he holds her arms, turn “harassment” into a full-on spitroast the factions will cover up because you’re useful. That’s the kind of moral system here: everyone wants to look clean while they’re covered in cum.
It’s all managed through this mix of point and click, light puzzle stuff, and sandbox routines that actually make you feel like you’re speed-dating disasters. Every day is another set of choices: accept the nun with suspiciously huge tits, or the hacker girl with AI-generated ID who flirts like she knows you watch porn on your phone before sleep. Each one opens some new event later in the corridors: a “holy confession” where you finger her under the table, a broken shower door that leads to you pinning a wet, “innocent” scientist against the tile and shoving into her while she’s too scared to scream. There is romance here, in that fucked up apocalypse way where “romance” means slowly corrupting someone until she goes from shy kisses to riding your cock in your tiny room, moaning loud enough the neighbors pretend not to hear. There is teasing: girls leaning over your desk on purpose, soft animation of boobs bouncing under too-thin fabric, quick flashes of panties when you scroll your view too fast. Strip scenes feel like little rewards you stole, not like something you earned fair. You’ll grope, you’ll strip, you’ll grind up against big asses in cramped hallways, you’ll abuse your keycard to “check on” sleeping women and decide if you just watch them breathe or slide your hand under their blanket and play with their nipples until they squirm. Nothing tells you what’s right. Only who lets you back between their legs later. In the end, the shelter survives or falls, but you mainly remember the way you used that gate job to turn a dying world into your own fucked-up harem audition.
Added: Dec 23, 2025 💬 0 🎮 1k