Slogging through the dungeon is a pain, enduring the awkward flirting of the girl throwing herself at the unresponsive div of a boyfriend. Your only reprieve is boring combat against weak slimes. Eventually the group stumbles upon a room containing a magical grimoire and before Mr. Boyfriend enters you chant a cheeky spell trapping yourself and the clearly inheat beastwoman alone in a room together, and wouldn’t you know it she totally buys the whole “looks like this room was rigged with a magical trap that won’t open until the people inside have sweaty, intense, mind-breaking sex!”
Now, with the beastwoman, Anne, wrapped around your *finger*, why stop there? Use your devious mind and strange magic to fill out your new Oppai Party! Someone to tank backshot after backshot, someone who can keep you satisfied 24/7 with an amazing dicks per second rating, a healer to keep you energized for those long nights at the inn or on the road between quests.
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