#Steam Prison

[englishotomegames]

Steam Prison: Beyond the Steam (スチームプリズン -Beyond the Steam-)

Release date (Windows, Steam, Nintendo Switch) Japanese, English and Chinese: November 28th, 2024

"The Heights are a gorgeous utopia. The Depths, a filthy industrial wasteland. Our heroine, raised in the Heights, has nothing but contempt for those below. Now an observation mission requires her to descend into that world, and the gears of fate have begun to turn.

This story takes place two years after the 'Grand Ending' from the original Steam Prison. While riding the 'buggy' invented by the engineer (and information broker) Ulrik, our party arrives in the new land of Cainabel, where they meet a pair of kings. The story unfolds from there.

The stories of Ulrik, Adage, and Fin take place alongside the younger king Jevite in this strange land. Meanwhile Eltcreed, Ines, and Yune clear the way to Cainabel's future with the elder king Jereme. You can enjoy this episode and its endings from two points of view, depending on which party member the heroine travels with.

This release also includes an additional story titled A New Theory.

In A New Theory, our heroine must confront the injustice of her world. She makes contact with the HOUNDS in order to clear her name, and decides to forge a new path for herself..."

This is the fandisc for Steam Prison! You can buy it from MangaGamer here, from Steam here, or for Nintendo Switch here.

[wildflower-otome]

2023 Otome game progress

100% completed:

Shuuen no Virche -ErroR:Salvation-

Shuuen no Virche -EpiC:lycoris-

Bustafellows

Nil Admirari no Tenbin: Teito Genwaku Kitan

70-80% completed:

Cupid Parasite (only Allan and secret route to go)

Spade no Kuni no Alice ~Wonderful White World~ (only Lewis route left to go)

Taisho x Alice (half of Snow White/Wizard/Epilogue route still to do)

Collar x Malice: Unlimited (half of Yanagi's route and Adonis route to finish)

One to two routes completed:

Bustafellows Seasons 2 (finished my faves Crow and Helvetica but got stuck on Mozu's route which I was really not feeling...I'll get back to it...eventually...)

Kamigami no Asobi (Baldr's route completed, would love to do Hades' next when I get back to this one)

Cendrillon palikA (finished blonde Sasazuka Klone Spinel's route, would like to do Ela's route next)

Clock Zero (finished Riichirou and Shuuya, Toranosuke up next)

9R.I.P. (finished Hibiki's route, Kureha's up next)

Piofiore (only finished Nicola's route, might do Dante or Orlok's next)

Nil Admirari no Tenbin: Kuroyuri Enyoutan (finished Hisui's route only, haven't really decided who to do after yet but following my original order, Shizuru I guess?)

Started:

Steam Prison (did the common route and fell in love with Fin only to read spoilers about what happens with him later and yeah...I would like to finish eventually though, especially with the news about there being a sequel)

Birushana (started Shungen's route bc Souma Saitou and did like it although ended up getting distracted, will definitely finish when I have the time)

[my-current-obsession]

A little over a year ago, I posted a tier list of my opinion on all the guys from all the otome games I'd ever played. To my surprise, that post continues to get attention even now (it's probably my most popular post, even), so I felt I might as well do an updated version. For those familiar with that list, none of the previous characters have been moved; I just added new ones.

This past year, I've added Radiant Tale, My Next Life as a Villainess, Winter's Wish: Spirits of Edo, and Tengoku Struggle: Strayside to my ever-growing list of played otome. I even wrote my in-depth thoughts on the latter three, which you can find on my blog for anyone interested. I like and would recommend all three, to varying extents. Wish I could say the same about Radiant Tale. :/

I'm pleased to say I found five new guys and/or routes that I can honestly say I love, as well as adding Sharaku from Tengoku Struggle to my Best Boy hall of fame!

I'm always down to talk about otome, so feel free to let me know if you want to talk about my opinions, whether you agree or disagree with them! I also made another tier list just for fun, showing how I feel about the characters based solely on design/appearance... but that one's a bit more embarrassing and subjective, so I might not post it unless people want me to.

Here's hoping we continue to get great otome games translated in the future, and that I can get around to finishing the ones I left hanging.

[miraneko19]

Realized this while playing Birushana. Tomomori. You know.

[moeblob]

So about that upcoming Steam Prison canon divergent (AU?) and sequel plot thing..............

Get fucking romanced by an idiot, Sachsen.

[satoshi-mochida]

Steam Prison: Beyond the Steam releases today digitally for the Switch. It is also available on Steam.

[hidariyana]

[blerdyotome]

Steam Prison - Beyond the Steam Now Available on PC and Steam!

[skredjun]

📢SUPER SALE📢 All my ✨Otome Enamel pins ✨are 20% off!

The discount will last until March 15th.

[youmadefaileddish]

So I was searching for images of Sachsen Brandenburg because I unapologetically simp for this walking red flag factory hot trash man and I found a body pillow of him and my goodness the artist very considerately depicted his prominent bulge and muscular thighs and now I'm so fucking dead

Image source

[bykirie]

Love that novel.

[cosmic-hyena]

with my old heart

[curitura]

Favorite Protagonists (21 / ∞) : Cyrus Tistella, Steam Prison

“I lost my family and my home, but I won’t lose my pride. I need to leave the past behind me and find a way into the future. If I work to improve and learn new skills, then eventually an opportunity will open up for me.”

[kaizoku-musume]

Pinned Down

Entry #19 in @xxsycamore’s Visions of Temptation kinktober event. Link to Ao3.

Fandom: Steam Prison

Pairing: Cyrus x Ulrik

Word count: 1.5k

Prompts: Phone Sex | Wet Dreams

For the fifth time, Ulrik glanced down at Cyrus’ hand, just a few centimeters from his as they walked side by side down the street, running an errand for Eltcreed. Usually Cyrus followed along behind him; this was the closest they’d been since Eltcreed had hired her, and Ulrik couldn’t help but focus on their proximity. He should move away, but that would be too telling. What’s worse, he was more concerned with finding out how Cyrus’ hand would feel against his than maintaining a proper distance. She came from the Heights, so normally one would assume she’d have soft, perfectly manicured hands. But she used a sword, so she should have calluses, right?

This was stupid. So what if she was a paradox? There was no point in thinking about it. Ulrik was about to step forward, screw being obvious, when Cyrus suddenly grabbed his arm and shoved him into an alley. Ulrik struggled on instinct, but Cyrus’ grip was unrelenting, her military training allowing her to outmaneuver his resistance. She dragged him into the shadows and slammed him against the bricks, pressing close behind him, pinning him to the wall.

“What are you doing?” Ulrik demanded, pushing back to no avail. Cyrus just plastered herself to his back, her chest and hips flush against his.

“Shh,” she whispered right by his ear. Ulrik fought the shudder that threatened to follow. “I saw one of the HOUNDS up ahead. They were coming our way.”

“And you thought this was a good idea to avoid them?” Ulrik whisper-yelled, feeling a bit tingly wherever Cyrus was touching him.

“I didn't have a better plan in mind,” Cyrus said, her breath tickling his neck. Oh, this was bad. Ulrik could feel his body respond to all the stimuli. Cyrus’ body heat was searing, her arms caging him in like he was under her protection.

“Well, get off! You don’t need to be on top of me to hide,” Ulrik demanded.

“Two people in an alley is more noticeable,” Cyrus explained, “We have a better chance of going unnoticed like this.”

That didn’t make sense. They could be side by side and stay just as hidden. Ulrik opened his mouth to say just that but Cyrus hushed, “Quiet, they’re about to pass us.” Reflex kept him silent, ears pricked toward the entrance of the alley. He could hear multiple pairs of footsteps pass by, but nothing indicating it was specifically a HOUND that was approaching-no heavy steps from boots or the like. How could Cyrus tell?

“Did they leave?” Ulrik asked.

“I’m not sure,” she said, “We should probably stay here for a bit just in case.” That wasn’t happening. There was no way Ulrik could stay here for one more second. He made one more attempt to break free, trying to find the wiggle room to throw an elbow back or something. She responded by pressing impossibly closer, bumping his hips against the wall. A small sound escaped Ulrik at the contact. They both froze.

Shit.

In the few seconds of tense silence that followed, Ulrik desperately hoped that Cyrus somehow hadn’t heard him, or if she had, that she had the presence of mind not to address it. But his hopes were dashed when she finally said, “Are you really getting off on this right now?”

Ulrik sputtered in shock at being called out. Cyrus didn’t seem like the type of person to say something like that, either. “What are you talking about? Just move already!”

“Keep your voice down,” Cyrus didn’t budge an inch, “Stop struggling. We don’t want to draw attention to ourselves.” One of her hands drifted down to his waist. “Will you calm down if I take care of it?”

What. the. Fuck? Was Ulrik going crazy? Was Cyrus really suggesting what he thought she was?

Cyrus appeared to take his silence as a yes, because she began undoing his belt. “Wait, wait, wait!” Ulrik’s voice rose again, “Are you really doing this? Too late, he realized he hadn’t told her to stop or tried to push her hand away.

“Of course,” Cyrus, facing no resistance, easily unsnapped his button, “It’s my fault you’re like this in the first place. I have to take responsibility for my actions.” That . . . sort of sounded like something she would say. In any situation other than this one!

“You don’t have to!” Ulrik tried once more, still stunned frozen (not that he could move much if he wanted to).

A full-body shiver wracked through Ulrik when Cyrus pressed her lps right against his ear and murmured, “But you want me to, don’t you? I know you’ve been thinking about how it would feel if I touched you.” Ulrik bit his lip in guilt. Morals didn’t exist in the Depths, but fantasizing about your coworker when she was right next to you had to be a special kind of wrong.

Taking advantage of Ulrik’s inner conflict, Cyrus tugged his half-hard cock out of his pants, giving him a few quick strokes before he could react. Ulrik couldn’t stop himself from jerking into her touch. She did have calluses, all along her fingers and palm, worn over from time. It added an interesting texture to her tight, sure grip. “Cyrus,” he put up a token protest, hardly believing that he was going to allow Cyrus to get him off in this kind of situation.

What happened to the HOUND, anyway? Didn’t Cyrus want them to be careful? This was really risky if they hadn’t left yet. Why was Cyrus okay with this? Suspicion bloomed in the back of Ulrik’s mind, but it was blown away when Cyrus nibbled on his earlobe and began pumping him for real.

“Just relax. Let yourself feel good. Don’t worry about anything but my touch. Show me what feels best for you,” Cyrus’ voice dripped like honey, wiping away all thoughts that weren’t centered on their little pocket of privacy. Her hand expertly squeezed and stroked his cock, thumb coming up to swipe across his tip. Ulrik groaned and rested his forehead against the wall. If Cyrus was confident they could do this without getting caught then he might as well go along with it. Who knows when he’ll ever get this chance again?

“Where’d you learn this anyway?” Ulrik said accusingly. He was pretty sure Cyrus was a virgin. Sure, Eltcreed was shady just like everyone else in the Depths, but there was no way he was the type to take advantage of his employees, right? Or could it be someone else entirely?

“Nowhere in particular,” Cyrus’ mouth shifted down to his neck, “I’ve just thought about this a lot. You have no idea how tempting you are.” She sucked on his neck, applying various amounts of suction to test what affected Ulrik the most (harder, with teeth). She sped up the pace of her hand, fingers gliding over his dick.

“There-there’s no way,” Ulrik choked out. Cyrus still being invested in him as a friend was surprising enough after all his antagonism, but to hear that she wanted more? Even if it was just a way to relieve stress or physical attraction, Ulrik wouldn’t have expected that. But her hand on his cock and her lips on his neck and her hips grinding into him, mimicking-holy shit-mimicking her fucking him all pointed toward her words being true.

“How could I not adore you? You’re sweet even when you pretend not to be, you’re clever and tough enough to survive as long as you have down here, and you’re the right size for me to hold like this,” Cyrus flattened his hips to the wall, surrounding him.

Ulrik couldn’t think of a thing to say in response, too lost in the feel of her perfect grip, hand moving lighting-fast on his cock, her marks on his neck stinging with the aftershocks of pain. Noises spilled out of his mouth unwillingly, reverberating off the stones around them. Instead of feeling trapped, Ulrik felt . . . guarded. He knew that Cyrus was going to take care of him.

“More,” he urged, eyes slammed shut against the sensations she was putting him through. He managed to bring one arm down so he could grip onto her waist as she rocked into him, “Cyrus, more!”

“Do you know what else I like about you?” Cyrus sighed into the nape of his neck. Ulrik was so close, he just needed one more push, a few more strokes. “I know you like me too. It’s so obvious. The way you can’t stop staring at me, the way your thoughts always drift to me. Why don’t you admit it to yourself?”

Ulrik’s eyes shot open in shock and denial. Instead of brick walls, he was facing a soft, white piece of fabric; instead of Cyrus behind him, he was tangled in a large, wrap-like object. Disoriented, it took Ulrik a few moments to realize he was in bed, trapped in the sheets with a slightly damp spot in his pants from precome. His cock was still hard, close to an orgasm from grinding against the mattress.

Face flushed bright red, Ulrik buried his head in the pillow. Fuck, now he was having wet dreams about her? There was no way he liked Cyrus. He just paid her a lot of attention because she was suspicious, that was all.

And if he brought a hand down to finish the job to thoughts of her, well, no one but him had to know.

[otomeoutofcontext]

[otoxiush]