It starts with a weird kind of quiet, like you’re waiting for someone to say something they shouldn’t. The first scene pulls you in because it doesn’t even try to be shocking - it just *is*. Anna’s voice has this tone that sits between teasing and sincere, like she’s half‑ashamed of wanting to talk about what she wants. And then you realize, the game isn’t really about her leaving for Italy; it’s about how much you can stand watching her become someone else. There’s a moment where she sends you a photo - nothing too wild - and yet it feels heavier than the later scenes where everyone’s naked. I think that’s the trick: it makes you feel complicit before you even click the next line.

The humor sneaks in when you least expect it. There’s a bit where one of the side characters, can’t even remember his name now, tries to give “advice” about open relationships using a sandwich metaphor that’s absolutely terrible but somehow right. The writing jumps from filthy to tender so fast you almost get whiplash. Sometimes it feels mean on purpose, especially when Shego shows up - yeah, they went full parody there - and suddenly the tone flips again, all green eyes and cruel smirks, leather snapping against skin like punctuation. The game keeps forgetting it’s supposed to be sexy and then accidentally becomes it. One minute you’re laughing, next minute someone’s wrists are tied and you’ve forgotten why you were amused.

I’ll admit, I got weirdly obsessed with the sound design. The moans don’t loop cleanly; they stutter, slightly off‑tempo, and that imperfection makes it more real. There’s a scene with a mirror - voyeur stuff, sure - but what caught me is how the reflection lags a frame behind. Maybe intentional, maybe not. Doesn’t matter. It messes with your head. The pacing’s uneven, some transitions abrupt, but that chaos fits the story. If I could change one thing, I wouldn’t. Or maybe I would, but only to make it worse. Hard to tell anymore.

Your quiet little life with mom and your cute, clingy sister shatters in one night. Blood on the floor, broken door, mom dragged off by demons like she was nothing, and your sister… yeah. She doesn’t just turn into a demon. She turns into the kind of demon that makes your brain short circuit and your pants painfully tight at the same time. Her eyes glow, her body changes, she presses close and you’re supposed to think only about saving your family, but all you can think about is how wrong it feels that it actually turns you on. This game leans into that. It doesn’t pretend you’re a saint. It laughs in your face and pushes all those incest, corruption and demon fuck fantasies you keep pretending you don’t have.

From there it’s you, a wooden sword, and a pile of horny problems. You train, you flirt, you get beaten up by demons that either want to kill you or ride you or both. The story follows your climb from useless guy who can barely swing a blade to someone who can slice up monsters and still have enough stamina to pin a horny demon girl to the ground. Sometimes literally. You run into familiar faces, twisted in fun ways: the loud blond idiot who can’t stop shaking around girls yet still somehow steals scenes, the boar mask maniac who looks like he wants to fight you and fuck you at the same time, the insect-smiling beauty who talks soft while planning how to milk your body for “research.” And then there is the “doctor” type with that calm, mature vibe that makes you feel safe right before she asks you to undress for a “test.” The game likes to take every girl you know from the anime and nudge her into “what if she was horny and absolutely not safe for work” territory.

Sex here is not just a reward screen. It sneaks in during training, after fights, in weird dream sequences where your demon sister crawls over you whispering things she definitely shouldn’t know. You’ll get seduced as much as you do the seducing. One moment you’re practicing breathing techniques, next moment some busty demon pushes you against a tree and uses your “sword” as her own training tool. There are choices, but the game is pretty honest: no matter what you pick, you’re still stuck in this messy mix of lust, guilt and blood. Sometimes you try to be noble and help a girl, then end up with her moaning under you on a futon while you both pretend this is “just stress relief.” Other times you clearly aim for corruption and the game rewards you with scenes that feel like you shouldn’t be watching them in public, even on a phone. It’s not subtle, not classy, not pretending to be anything else. It throws demons, tits, knives, and moral decay into one pot and says “yeah, this is your life now.” And honestly, it kind of works too well.

Didn’t think I’d even bother with another “casting couch” parody, but WaifuHub kinda trapped me there for a while. It’s one of those browser things that pretends to be ironic, except it isn’t, or maybe it is, I don’t even know anymore. You play as the guy behind the camera, interviewing all these anime girls you’ve seen a million times before - 2B shows up all confident and stiff, Raphtalia’s nervous like she’s in a real audition, and Lucoa just… well, she’s Lucoa, she doesn’t care what anyone thinks. The voice acting’s weirdly uneven, and sometimes the moans cut out at random, which somehow made it more real? Like catching some clumsy home-recording vibe. But yeah, the animations hit that point between funny and hot. You’ll laugh when Galko starts her self-introduction too seriously and then forgets she’s supposed to be seducing you, and then it hits you - you’re actually into this.

What got me wasn’t even the sex scenes (well, okay, some of them). It’s that stupid fake dialogue right before things go wild. Meiko saying she’s “totally professional” and then two sentences later losing it on camera - it’s dumb but oddly human. I kept noticing small stuff: the sound of sandals scraping, the way hands twitch when the pace changes. The dev probably didn’t plan half of that; it’s just dirty accident magic. Though I swear the skip button hates me - it freezes every other time I touch it. Doesn’t matter though, since you end up watching everything twice anyway. And Cheelai? She breaks the fourth wall once and it ruined me, I laughed so hard I forgot I was supposed to jerk off.

Somewhere around Mitsuki’s scene I caught myself thinking about how strange it is that we build whole universes of desire around characters that started out as jokes for teenage boys. Then I gave up thinking because Mina’s turn came and - yeah. Animation’s rough around the edges, lines are bad, the logic is nonsense, but damn if it doesn’t feel alive in that broken way cheap porn sometimes does. I still can’t figure out why 2B blushes differently depending on the camera angle. Maybe it’s intentional. Probably not. Doesn’t matter.

I didn’t expect a game about running Leblanc again to make me feel this weird mix of nostalgia and filthy excitement, but here we are. You’re back behind that tiny counter, coffee grinder humming like it’s pretending not to hear the moans from upstairs. The girls drift in one by one - older now, sharper around the edges - and there’s something so painfully intimate in how they talk to you, like every conversation could end in an argument or a kiss. The writing isn’t afraid of silence either; some dialogues just sit there, uncomfortable, until someone says something foolish and suddenly clothes start coming off. It’s both tender and obscene. I kinda hate that I love it.

The management part doesn’t even pretend to be realistic. You wipe tables, brew coffee, flirt, rinse, repeat - but then out of nowhere she’s leaning over the counter and whispering something that makes your hand slip on the mug handle. That small animation? Pure evil. Like it knows exactly what kind of attention you’re giving the screen. The sandbox structure helps though; it gives you space to do nothing, which somehow makes the sexy moments hit harder. There’s this little sound effect when affection goes up, a soft chime, and I swear it’s addictive like a dopamine drip. I wish the CG scenes weren’t locked behind such arbitrary stat checks, but maybe that’s part of the charm: earning indulgence through tedium. Or maybe I’m just rationalizing my own thirst.

There’s one night where everything slows down - no hints, no grinding, just her voice low and rough, saying things that almost sound like apologies. That single scene made the whole thing click for me. The lewdness stops being just porn and turns into something strangely personal, almost pathetic in its honesty. I don’t know if that was on purpose, probably not, but it worked. Play it like you’d sip cold coffee after closing time - half bitter, half sweet, all wrong. Don’t rush anything. Let it wreck your pacing.

Mila and her guy look like that couple you see on Instagram, all fake smiles and “date night” posts, but when you actually get inside their story here you feel how dead the fire is. Sex life on life support, zero spark, just routine. And instead of fixing anything normal way, she basically opens the darkest tabs in her own brain and lets them run wild. It starts slow, like harmless flirting in her head, and pretty fast you realize “ok, this girl’s kink folder is mostly anal, control, and being treated like a pretty little toy.” Not gonna lie, the game is kinda honest about how ugly and hot that can be at the same time. One moment she’s shy and guilty, next moment she’s spread, gagged, and calling some stranger “sir” while her boyfriend is literally the least relevant person in the room.

What I like is that it really leans into those three paths instead of pretending everything is one-size-fits-all. NTR stuff here is not soft. There is humiliation, there is that sick twist in your stomach when she looks her man in the eyes after getting wrecked by someone else and you can tell she likes him helpless. One scene had her bent over a couch, ass up, while she’s on voice call with her boyfriend, acting all innocent, and the guy behind her is just ramming her ass and whispering in her ear to talk sweeter. That kind of scummy detail is what sold it for me. The “loyal” route is like a weird lab experiment. Same girl, same obsession with anal toys, but everything is “our dirty secret” with her boyfriend. She still pushes herself into extreme stuff, begging for bigger toys, double penetration, getting off on the pain and loss of control, but the emotional flavor changes. Less betrayal, more “I’m your filthy slut and only yours.” Still, sometimes it feels tamer emotionally, even when she’s got three things inside her and can barely speak. NTS, the “sharing” route, kinda sits between the two. She gets passed around, used by groups, gangbang scenes, collars, knees on the floor, ass used first like it’s standard policy, but she keeps looking back at her man like “see what you did to me.” Some people will call it wholesome. Those people are lying.

AI generated art gives everything this slightly unreal, hentai fever-dream look. Faces too pretty, asses too perfect, tears on cheeks while she’s clearly enjoying it way too much. Sometimes the characters change a bit between scenes and it’s a little janky, like a porn multiverse where everyone looks 5 percent different every time, but honestly it also makes the corruption feel weirder, like reality is bending with her kinks. There’s a ton of group scenes where she’s the center of attention and not in a gentle way. Picture her pinned down, a hand around her throat, another spreading her cheeks, one guy in her ass, another waiting, everybody talking about her like she’s a toy on sale, not a person. Or she’s ordered to lick herself clean after they ruin her, and you get that mix of shame and need on her face. Choices actually matter a bit more than I expected: small dialogue options turn a teasing moment into full-on domination, or keep her in that “I shouldn’t be doing this” zone instead of complete mindbreak. I do wish there was one route where she just takes charge and flips the script, but no, this game clearly decided her ass belongs to everyone except her, and honestly, for what it’s trying to be, that stubborn focus kind of works. Just don’t come here expecting romance. It’s about a bored girl finding out that getting used, especially from behind, is exactly what wakes her up, and then watching her run way past the line where she said she’d stop.

Furry Town feels like someone smashed together a cozy cafe sim, horny Twitter art, and that one farming game you swear you only play for the crops. You show up in this fluffy ass little town where everyone has ears, tails, and way too much personality, and somehow half of them also have dicks even when they really, really shouldn’t. In the best way. You start off just doing the innocent stuff: pulling weeds, watering plants, fucking up your first harvest because you were too busy flirting with the barista who keeps calling you “hun” and leaning over the counter just a bit too far. The game kind of tricks you at first. It looks cute, it sounds cute, the animals are all like “welcome, new neighbor!” and your brain goes “ok, chill, low-key romance.” Then you say yes to helping out at the farm in the evening and suddenly the “owner” shows up in cut-off shorts with a bulge that’s just disrespectful, and the conversation is like two lines away from porn. And then it goes two lines further.

What I really like is how horny it is without screaming in your face right away. You’re doing some dumb little minigame, trying to catch fish, and the UI is simple as hell, but in the background you have this big shark dude casually talking about “how good you are with your hands” and you can’t focus on the damn timing bar anymore. Or you’re serving coffee in the cafe, dragging little icons around, and one of the regulars, this shy futa bunny, starts stuttering her order while her tail won’t stay still. There was one moment that totally sold it for me: I had been farming all morning, just planting stuff, boring routine, nothing wild, and then at the end of the day my character’s clothes were a bit dirty. Normal. Then the wolf from the diner comments on the dirt smudge on my cheek and instead of a simple “oh thanks” you get an option to lean closer and let her wipe it off. Screen zooms slightly, her ears twitch, the music chills the hell out, and out of nowhere I’m in this slow, flirty scene that clearly wants to end with her pinning me against the fridge. It’s sexy because it creeps up on you, not because it shouts “SEX NOW.” And yeah, the dialogue sometimes sounds like horny RP from Telegram, but honestly that kinda fits.

The funniest part is how the game keeps pretending you’re just a nice citizen of a wholesome town while absolutely everyone wants to see you naked. You go check out the farm and there’s this whole “help us grow the business” talk that is definitely not about vegetables. You meet a sweet cat working in the cafe, all soft colors and cute apron, and then the text just casually drops that under that skirt she’s packing more than you. No big fanfare, just “oh by the way, she’s futa” and suddenly the romance options in your head rearrange. Sometimes the humor really hits, like when you finish a minigame and the reward is literally a suggestive selfie in your in-game inbox, like some horny Telegram sticker pack. Sometimes it misses and feels like someone’s horny uncle wrote the joke after discovering Discord yesterday. But even when it’s cringe, it’s the kind of cringe that makes you smirk and keep clicking anyway. The town itself feels like this weird horny bubble where going for a quiet fishing day might end with a muscled reptile flirting out of nowhere, and grabbing a late snack at the diner turns into sharing fries and accidental thigh touching under the table. I wish the game let me be a bit more mean, actually, like turning someone down hard, but it kinda insists on you being nice and flirty with everyone. Whatever. Furry Town is one of those places you “just check quickly” while your Spotify playlist loops in the background, and three in-game days later you’re halfway in love with a shy fox who grows tomatoes and “forgets” to put on a bra under her shirt.

I didn’t expect a porn VN to remind me of old YouTube prank videos and shitty MSN chats at the same time, but this one kinda does. Early 2000s vibe hits right away: chunky phones, ugly clothes, random posters that look like they were stolen from Limewire, and three girls who are absolutely not ready for “professional” porn at all, which is why I liked them. They’re messy, horny, loud, and half the time they’re laughing in the middle of a blowjob like it’s a blooper reel. You’re this clueless fisherman with big himbo energy, trying to pretend you know what you’re doing while these girls drag you into making “content.” Every scene feels like a mix of awkward home video and real romance, like someone put softcore cable TV and a shitty cam show in a blender and forgot the lid.

What really made me stay was how the game treats the lewd stuff like it’s normal life, not some sacred ritual. One moment she’s joking about your clothes smelling like fish, next moment she’s sliding down to your lap, stroking you slow with one hand, still talking trash about your haircut. There’s this scene on a shitty old couch where two of the girls are arguing about camera angles, and you’re sitting there with your dick out, and then one just shrugs, climbs on your lap and starts grinding while the other keeps filming and giggling. It feels like you’re all just playing around, but then the animation hits that perfect rhythm and her ass is bouncing in your face and it suddenly gets way too hot. Bodies look thick in a good way, tits that actually move when they get grabbed, asses that don’t look copy-pasted. Sometimes the faces go a bit weird during certain angles, then the next shot is gorgeous and you forget you were just judging it two seconds ago.

I like how the group scenes never feel like some cold porn studio script. There’s one moment where all three girls are crowded around you in this tiny room, joking about “auditions,” and they start teasing one by one. One is rubbing her chest against your back, another is on her knees working your shaft with slow, lazy strokes, the third is just there to whisper the filthiest things in your ear like she’s trying to brainwash you. It’s cute and fucked up at the same time. They’ll laugh, shove each other around, smack your ass for no reason, then suddenly get serious and look at you like you belong to them and only them. That’s the part that hits my yandere brain, honestly. They pretend it’s all fun and business, but the way they look jealous when someone else gets more attention? Yeah. If this was real life, somebody would slash someone’s tires. Sex scenes feel like they’re halfway between a joke and a confession, and you’re stuck in the middle, leaking all over their hands while they decide how far they want to go on camera this time. I kept pausing just to stare at their bodies like a creep and then pretending it was for “plot,” but whatever, that’s their fault for making it this horny and stupid and sweet at the same time.

You wander through this dead, sunburned Egypt where the sand is full of bones and broken tech, and somehow your biggest problem keeps becoming “who am I fucking tonight and how hard.” The game throws you in as this desert scavenger who is supposed to be hunting relics and old-world junk, but every time you push deeper into the ruins you just keep stumbling into more messed up, horny situations. One second you are negotiating with some half-feral tribal girl who wants water, the next second she is on her knees between your legs in a crumbling temple, sand dust falling from the ceiling while she gags on your cock and tries to keep eye contact like it’s some kind of ritual. The story pretends to care about fate, old gods, this artifact that can twist the future and all that, but the real tension is always “do you ruin this person, or do you pretend to be her savior while still using her body.” It feels wrong and hot at the same time, like you are playing with a broken toy that still smiles at you.

What actually keeps it interesting is how many different flavors of messed up it has. You have girls who melt the second you humiliate them in front of others, being dragged by a collar through a ruined street while people stare. You have this strict, icy woman who acts like she owns you, spitting orders and making you lick her feet, only for you to later chain her up in some underground chamber and fuck her until she cries and drools milk all over herself. One girl is shy and flat, another stacked and leaking, and the game really doesn’t care if you want to turn the whole ruined pyramid complex into your personal harem, breeding them, sharing them with your allies, or letting them “serve” as slaves in some filthy market. Sometimes the sex is slow and almost tender, bodies pressed together on dusty sheets in a half-collapsed apartment, sometimes it jumps into full-on horror, with blood, screaming, and you still hard while something awful drips down her thighs. You get pissing scenes in dirty showers, public use in alleys, group scenes in torch-lit chambers where everybody is sweaty and no one really knows who is fucking who anymore. There are moments where you feel like a monster, forcing a girl to strip in front of her own family, or making a daughter watch what you do to her mother, and the game just lets that hang there, no hand holding, no “good boy” message, just your choices and the way these broken people cling to you anyway. Then five minutes later you are clicking through some dialog that feels like it came from a hentai shitpost and laughing because it is so blunt and stupid. It is rough, filthy, sometimes too much, sometimes not enough, but it sticks in your head like the taste of sweat and sand on someone’s skin.

Guy sees one weird ad on his phone, taps it like an idiot, and suddenly his whole life is tits, rules, and women who talk to him like he’s a toy they bought on Amazon. That’s pretty much the vibe of Femdom Academy. It feels like one of those shady mobile apps that tries to flirt with you in push notifications, except this time the flirting turns into a full school system built around you being the rare guy in a country full of horny, bossy women who think “consent form” is just a warm up. The setting is this strict academy where you’re the male transfer student, and every hallway is a trap. You’re staring up at teachers with big tits pressed against the desk, classmates who pretend to be sweet girls but tighten the metaphorical collar the second you say something stupid, and prefect-types who show up after classes to check if you did your “obedience homework”. Half the time you’re trying to be smooth and spit some pickup line like you’re on Bumble, half the time you’re on your knees wondering how the hell a math quiz turned into a blowjob test with a vibrator involved.

What I liked a lot is how the game actually lets you mess up your “game”. You try to be charming, throw out a line you’d use on Tinder, and instead of a cheesy romance answer you get a sharp smile and, boom, she’s pushing your head right into her thigh and telling you exactly how you’re going to make up for that cheesy shit. There’s this scene in a study room, for example, where you can try to compliment a girl’s ass in a cocky way. If you aim it right, she leans back in her chair, spreads her legs slow, pulls a toy from her bag like it’s just a pen, and starts teasing herself while making you watch. If you aim it wrong, she calls over another girl, they both sit on your face one after the other and keep talking about your “presentation skills” like it’s a normal group project. The whole POV thing hits harder here because the camera keeps you low, looking up at their thighs, their hands in your hair, drool and lipstick and that slight cruel smile when they know they’ve got you. There’s a lesbian angle running in the background too, some girls playing with each other while using you as furniture, and you catch tiny glimpses of jealousy or softness when they think you’re not looking. But every time you think “oh, she’s actually nice”, she tightens a collar, grabs your chin and makes you hold eye contact while she uses a vibrator on you until your legs shake. It’s rough, a bit crazy, sometimes emotional in a weird way, and very obviously about you being the rare dick in a world of confident women who want everything from handjobs in the locker room to full-on group scenes in the dorm, on their terms, at their pace, with your role locked in as the willing, horny, slightly overwhelmed toy who keeps coming back for more.