Alice here is not some anime teen brainless doll, she feels like that tired woman you see in supermarket line, thinking about her life while husband scrolls Instagram beside her. At start she is still kind of shy, still loyal, still trying to be “good wife”, and then Marcos just fails her again in bed, like comically bad, and the game just goes “ok, we going down this road now”. You watch her lay there, legs half open, this big soft ass on the sheets, and her face is this perfect mix of anger, sadness and that “I’m horny anyway” frustration that hurts. The 3D style is a bit rough at times, not some Hollywood thing, but that actually helps. When she touches herself, it feels dirty in a real way, not glossy. Her fingers between her thighs while he sleeps next to her, that quiet little masturbation scene with the slow breathing, that was the moment I knew the game understood frustration way better than most porn games that just rush to dick.

What got me was how the corruption doesn’t explode all at once. It sneaks. First it’s small things, a handjob under the blanket just to shut him up, where she clearly gets nothing from it, eyes looking away at the wall, thinking about anything else. Then later same gesture turns into her using him, stroking him with this lazy rhythm, pussy already wet because she is thinking about the guy next door, or the stranger from the gym, or whoever you push her toward. You feel that switch from “good girl doing duty” to “I’m gonna get what I want, even if it breaks everything”. The cheating is not some excuse plot, it feels ugly and hot at same time. That first time she lets another guy finish inside her, that raw creampie where you see her body tense and then relax like she finally exhaled after months, it’s not romantic at all. She looks a bit shocked at herself. I liked that. I kinda hated it too. Perfect.

Sex scenes are animated cleanly enough, especially the way her ass jiggles when he really goes in. Vaginal shots have weight, not just piston motion. There is this one scene on the couch where she rides slow, knees shaking, and you can see the moment she stops thinking about her marriage and just chases the orgasm. Her tits are ok, but the focus is really that big ass, the way it fills the frame when she leans forward and takes it, or when she sits on his lap and he just disappears under her. Sometimes camera angles are weird, like “who the hell is filming from ceiling”, and some dialogue feels like Google Translate had a stroke, but then she whispers a small “I shouldn’t do this” while guiding the cock inside anyway and suddenly everything clicks again. The game keeps giving you these little moral forks that feel important the first time, and by the end Alice is either this broken slut who loves being used or a woman who finally owns her own desire and still cheats like crazy. Not sure which is worse. Or better. But it made my dick and my brain argue, which is kinda the whole point here.

Valley Awakening feels like someone mashed together a horny slice-of-life anime, a sleepy countryside soap opera, and that one trashy webtoon you pretend you don’t read on the train. You play the guy who moves into this small valley town where everyone looks way too hot for a place with probably one supermarket and zero nightlife. The first thing that hits you is the landlady. She’s in that dangerous zone: mature, soft in all the right places, big tits stuffed inside clothes that are pretending to be modest but failing completely. She fusses over you like a mom, but the camera keeps dipping just a little too low when she leans over your bed, and it’s pretty obvious the game knows exactly what you’re thinking. There’s this early scene where she wakes you up, sitting on the edge of the bed, hair messy, tank top slipping, and you get that “I should not be hard right now but I am absolutely hard” vibe. Later, when the sleep sex stuff kicks in, the line between “oops my hand moved by itself” and “I am 100% doing this on purpose” gets very thin and very hot. The game likes that sleepy-room, hushed-breath kind of pervy, and it commits.

Then the neighbor girl shows up and the whole thing gets even messier. She’s got that bright, slightly bratty energy, like she installed TikTok directly into her bloodstream. You meet her half-dressed in the hallway, phone in hand, earbuds in, completely unaware of how short her shorts are when she bends down to pick something up. There’s a scene where she asks you for “help with something on her phone,” and it’s literally just an excuse to drag you onto her bed so she can lean against you, her tits pressing into your arm while she pretends to scroll. The game uses those little animated loops a lot: her lips slowly wrapping around your cock during oral, her hips rolling when you finally fuck her, small movements in her face when she goes from shy to openly craving it. The AI CG look gives everything this slightly uncanny, almost too-perfect gloss, like hentai fanart fed steroids. Sometimes the expressions glitch a bit in a funny way, like her “surprised” face looks more like she saw a weird meme, but honestly it kind of adds charm. I spent way too long replaying one scene where the landlady is half-asleep, you slide under the sheets, and her legs just automatically open like her body already knows you. It’s slow, almost quiet, the animation focusing on the slow thrusts, the wet sounds, and her barely awake moans. Cheap? Absolutely. Effective? Also absolutely. The incest-adjacent vibe is strong, especially when she scolds you like a parent in one scene, then lets you grope her in the kitchen when she “accidentally” presses back against you. The whole town has this feeling like everyone is in heat and pretending not to be. You’re there to “build relationships” or whatever, but in practice it means a lot of groping in cramped rooms, mouths getting busy under the covers, big tits bouncing on your lap while the rest of the world politely looks away. It’s messy, wrong in a fun way, kind of trashy, and exactly the kind of thing you think about later while staring at your phone pretending to check email.

Everyone tells you college will change your life. In this one it changes before you even unpack your damn suitcase. You’re this clueless freshman, half horny, half anxious, dragged into a house party hosted by Devin, the kind of guy who somehow knows everyone on campus by day two. The place is the usual student chaos: solo cups everywhere, some shitty playlist on loop, people grinding in the kitchen for no reason. And right in the middle of it, someone pulls out a bottle and suddenly the whole night turns into one long “how far will you go if everyone’s watching” test. Nothing hardcore at first, just little dares, stupid teasing, that slow, annoying build where you keep thinking “ok now someone is finally going to take something off” and then they chicken out. Or you accidentally click the “wuss” option because your finger slipped on the phone screen and now the whole room is laughing and you kind of deserve it.

The game feels like you’re poking around a messy Instagram story you can actually control. It’s point and click, yeah, but it’s more like reading horny chat logs that suddenly turn into choices you’re not ready for. You creep through rooms, find people alone on balconies, half-dressed in bathrooms, making out in dark corners, and you get that voyeur vibe going strong. Like that moment you walk in on two girls arguing over a dare and one of them is already topless, arms crossed over these huge tits that the artist clearly loved way too much, and you’re just standing there pretending you were totally looking for the fridge. The game lets you lean into that creeping, makes you peek around doors, hover your mouse where you shouldn’t, check a mirror to catch reflections of someone stripping in the other room. It’s a “no actual sex yet” kind of ride, but they push groping and grinding and clothes coming off so close to the edge that you’re basically begging the story to misbehave. There’s romance too, in that messy party way: you flirt with one girl, tease another, accidentally walk in on some interracial couple making out on the couch, and the game just shrugs like “you want to join or what.” And then suddenly it’s asking you to choose who you really want to impress, even though you kinda want them all, because harem brain hits fast when you’re a horny freshman with zero real-life experience and too many options.

What I like is how the text keeps clowning on you. You choose the “smooth” line and the narration throws shade like “wow, you really said that.” The humor is dumb, self-aware, a bit trashy, and the AI CG girls somehow look both cute and a little uncanny at the same time, which accidentally fits the whole awkward college vibe. Big asses in tight jeans, short skirts that are just waiting for some drunken exhibitionism dare, that one shy girl who turns into total chaos when someone suggests stripping for “equality,” and the way the game slowly corrupts your choices. At first you play nice, you’re empathetic, you worry if someone is uncomfortable. Later you’re clicking on options like “keep staring” and “touch her ‘by accident’” and pretending you’re still a good guy. You’re not. You’re the dude who learns the timing of the bottle spins to aim it at the girl you want to undress, the dude who checks the patio window just to catch someone grinding in the dark. It’s messy, horny, text heavy, more teasing than payoff, like one very long party that never quite ends in a bedroom, but you stay anyway because every new spin of the bottle might finally cross that line you want it to cross. Or maybe you just want to see who drops their clothes next. Same thing.

Guy in his twenties lands in the city, thinks he’s in some romcom, then the game grabs his dick and his heart at the same time and starts twisting both. You play as him, obviously, and on the surface it’s the usual “met the perfect girl, my life is finally starting” mood. She’s sweet, big soft ass that bounces in every scene, that shy smile where you know she’ll suck you off if you push just a bit. At first you just hang out, kiss, slow hand on her thigh on the couch, that kind of horny-but-trying-to-be-respectful vibe. Then the corruption stuff quietly sneaks in, and suddenly every innocent moment has someone in the background whispering poison in her ear or trying to get your balls in a vice. It goes from romance VN to “how many people can fuck with my relationship at once” in like two clicks.

The wild part is how horny and petty everyone feels. There’s this bitchy cousin who pretends to “look out for her” while basically trying to prove you’re a loser. She catches you in one half-compromising situation and instantly starts playing power games: “I won’t tell her… if you do exactly what I say.” Next scene she’s making you get on your knees in some cramped bathroom, calling you pathetic while you’re hard as rock, snapping pics with her phone like she’s collecting trophies. Or that office boss type who looks like she walked out of some spicy Instagram feed, real model face, perfect makeup, big tits pressed against your arm as she explains your “career options”. You think it’s just flirting until she straight up threatens your job if you don’t let her spit on you and use your tongue like a toy under her desk. The female domination vibe isn’t soft here, it’s very “you are mine or I ruin you”, but at the same time the game lets you enjoy it way too much. You get humiliation scenes where you’re forced to watch some smooth-talking futa neighbor wrap her hand around your girl’s throat while sliding her cock between your girlfriend’s lips, and you’re stuck in the corner, pants down, ordered to jerk to it and not cum. One moment you’re protecting her, next moment you’re kneeling behind that same futa, eating her ass while she lazily guides your girlfriend’s mouth up and down her shaft, slow deep oral, gagging sounds right in stereo. There’s playful stuff too, like your girl trying to act tough while you smack her ass until it turns red and she slips and calls you “sir” without even noticing, then later some other girl uses that same word to turn it all around and make you the toy. Everyone is corrupting everyone. It feels dirty and kind of mean and then suddenly sweet again when you’re lying in bed with your girlfriend, kissing her forehead, wondering if she’s thinking about you or about that moment where she let someone else spit in her mouth and moan your name by mistake. The game keeps poking at that line between “I’m losing her” and “maybe she likes being ruined with me watching”, and somehow that hits harder than any simple porn gallery. You keep clicking just to see how far they can drag both of you down without actually saying the relationship is dead.

This thing feels like someone mashed a horny gacha, a cheap board game from a dusty attic, and a folder of AI smut that escaped from Stable Diffusion at night. You just hit the die, watch the little token hop along the path, and every square is basically asking: are you patient enough to earn that ass, or are you going to get teased with a blur again. It looks so simple you almost feel stupid for how long you keep clicking. It’s like snakes and ladders if the only snake is in your pants and the ladders are made of big tits and half-hidden nipples that refuse to come into focus until you find their “proper” version. I kinda love how dumb it is. I kinda hate how dumb it is. Both at same time, brain and dick arguing like two drunk philosophers.

The whole clothed / nude / blurred thing is the core kink here, more than any “story.” You land on a clothed girl first and later see her nude, it feels like you actually unwrapped something. Like you saw her on Insta first, then somehow ended up in her OnlyFans, but all compressed into a couple of dice rolls. If you hit the nude square before her clothed one, you get this blurry, half-invisible version that sits in your gallery like an accusation. You know she has huge tits, or at least AI thinks she does, but it’s like soft censorship, only the censor is your own impatience. It reminded me of striptease in older literature, weirdly, like in Nabokov where half of the erotic charge is in what you’re not allowed to see clearly yet, except here the author is an algorithm and the plot is “you rolled a 3.” Some of the girls look kind of same-face, like the usual AI pout, gravity-defying big ass and weirdly smooth skin with that uncanny porn-magazine lighting, and once in a while you spot a little glitch in the hair or a finger that’s a bit off, and instead of killing the mood it just makes the whole thing feel more dirty, like you’re jerking off in a backroom of Midjourney. It annoyed me that one particular girl with the best ass in the set kept showing up only as blur for me, like the game knew I wanted her and decided to cockblock on purpose. I rolled past the same boring square three times, got a pair of tits I didn’t even like that much, then finally unlocked her clothed version randomly from a different tile, and that weird delayed reward felt more intense than it had any right to. There is no strategy here, no tactical choice, nothing deep, but your brain still builds little narratives between those squares: she’s shy, she’s playing hard to get, she’s already naked in your gallery but hidden behind fog until you “meet” her properly with clothes on. Total bullshit psychologically, but it works.

What’s funny is how the game pretends to be about randomness while actually being about completionism. You’re not just rolling for porn, you’re rolling to fill a gallery of bodies, like a pervy version of collecting cards in Gwent or catching girls instead of Pokémon. Twenty one girls, double versions, and your inner librarian wakes up and starts screaming that the set is incomplete. I had that moment where I wasn’t even that turned on anymore, just vaguely annoyed that there were still blurred thumbnails sitting there like locked archive pages in some digital Sade notebook. It made me think of old erotic literature where half the fun is chasing the forbidden page or the missing chapter, except here the missing chapter is a big ass that refuses to unblur until RNG says ok. Sometimes the die falls and you land on a square with a girl you already have nude, and it feels totally useless and still you stare again, re-reading the same “page” like an idiot, looking for something new in the curves the AI typed onto her body. I wish there was some twist to the board, like risky branches or punishment loops, but also the stupid linearity is kind of the point: you go in circles around a track of horny images like a dog chasing its own tail, but the tail has giant AI-generated tits. It’s lazy, it’s repetitive, it’s strangely effective, and the worst part is that the girls you like most are always the ones the die refuses to land on, like some cruel little erotic joke between you and a random number generator that secretly knows exactly what you came here to see.

Vanesa’s office looks like one of those high-end wellness apps tried to cosplay as a porn set and failed in a sexy way. Soft lighting, too much white, some fake plant in the corner, and this huge leather chair that basically screams “you’re going to do something you regret here.” You play this poor corporate drone who pretends to be there for “stress” and “performance anxiety,” but let’s be real, you’re there because she’s a futa shrink with big tits, lazy confidence and that slow way of talking that makes every normal sentence sound like a dirty suggestion. The game doesn’t waste time with complex fake psychology bullshit. She asks a few surface questions, looks bored, then starts poking at all your insecurities: your job, your dick, your relationships, your self-control. And she does it while slowly closing physical distance, touching your wrist a little too long, adjusting her glasses while staring straight at your crotch, that kind of teasing that hurts in a good way. It feels like those fucked up horny thoughts you get at work when you see a hot manager walk by and wonder what would happen if you just stopped being a decent human for a moment.

What I didn’t expect is how much the therapy vibe is used as an excuse to blur consent in this very specific “you are technically agreeing but you know she’s playing you” way. She gives you “exercises” that start innocent and then suddenly her hand is on your thigh, and you’re getting a slow, clinical handjob while she keeps this professional tone like she’s reading from a self-help audiobook. When she goes down for oral, she doesn’t transform into some wild porn actress; she stays calm, measured, like she’s testing you, watching your reaction as if she’s tracking progress on a chart. The best part is how she talks about your partner, like a case study. She keeps asking about them, how the sex is, what’s missing, why you’re fantasizing about someone else. Then she casually suggests “practice sessions” to help you “perform better at home,” which is fucking hilarious because you can literally feel she doesn’t give a shit about saving your relationship. There is this cold spark of ownership behind her eyes. The game calls it therapy, but it’s closer to grooming you into her personal toy, and the netorare/netori angle hits harder because it’s not loud or dramatic, it’s slow, it’s a creep of boundaries. One moment you’re fully dressed talking about stress, the next she has your cock in her mouth and she’s asking you, in this calm tone, if you think your partner could ever satisfy you like this. It’s intimate and fucked up at the same time, and the more you go back to her, the less you even pretend you’re there to “heal” anything. You’re just chasing that strange mix of shame, relief, and the feeling that someone smart and dangerous has their fingers wrapped around both your mind and your dick.

There’s this lazy-ass witch lying in a hammock with tits that are technically a health hazard, and somehow you’re the responsible adult in the room. That’s the basic mood. The whole world is this silly fantasy mix of horny monsters, smug magical girls, and weirdos who think “public indecency” is more like a dress code. You’re not just clicking through porn scenes, you’re actually juggling gold, energy and these four stats that sound like some RPG parody: Martial, Mystic, Charm, Trickery. It feels a bit like someone smashed a fetish VN together with a light strategy game and then just… kept all the horny parts. One run I tried to play her as a serious, powerful witch, always picking the smart Mystic solutions, and two choices later she’s on her knees worshipping a monster girl’s cock while her boobs jump up another cup size and I’m laughing at myself for thinking I had control here.

Calling it “breast expansion focus” is almost funny, because it’s not just a tag, it’s the entire spine of the game. Every run ends up turning into a science project about how far you can push those sizes before she’s basically a walking beanbag chair. The wild part is that the scenes change with her size, so a blowjob with small boobs feels totally different than the same encounter when she’s at “crush-her-own-face” levels. You get tiny details like her trying to hold her tits out of the way while she’s riding some furry wolf knight who’s way too proud of his armor, and then later that same guy just buries his hands in her chest and uses them like handles while you watch the text describe how she can barely stay upright. It’s ridiculous. It’s hot. It’s also kind of stupid in the best way. There’s a lesbian witch duel that turns into mutual groping in mid-air, one of those monster girls that’s more teeth and tongue than sense, and a smug noblewoman who switches from icy female domination to being bent over a balcony once you figure out which stat to poke her with. Sometimes you “win” a fight by outsmarting them, sometimes by letting her submit on purpose, because of course if she gets fucked, the stats get weird and the boobs get bigger. There’s no game over, just different flavors of “congratulations, you’re getting railed.”

If I had to give it a fake jam trophy, it’d be “Best Use Of Gravity As A Fetish Mechanic.” The way the writing leans into the size changes is oddly consistent, even when the tone is goofy. At low sizes, she’s flashing people just to get free drinks. At mid sizes, there’s a whole run where she’s stuck trying to squeeze through a dungeon door while a slime monster girl gropes her from behind and it takes way too long, text-wise, but I couldn’t look away. At stupid sizes, there’s a scene where she tries to cast a serious spell, trips over nothing, and ends up pressed into the dirt, ass up, boobs pinned under her chest like two living cushions while some armored monster uses her like a toy. I wished for an option to just leave her there for the rest of the game. The strategy side is simple but not brain-dead, like managing stamina in Hades but horny and slower, and you start optimizing which enemies you want to “lose” to because their dom scenes are funnier. Not every encounter lands, the humor sometimes feels like reddit cosplay captions, and there’s at least one exhibitionism bit in a city square that keeps mentioning the crowd but barely describes a single face. Still, it sticks in your head after you close the browser. That lazy witch, half-asleep in her hammock, tits overflowing her robe, asking if you really want to push for one more quest when she can barely walk? Yeah. Don’t play this on your work laptop. Actually, do. I dare you.

Fog rolls in, streets go quiet, and John is just stuck at work with two women he mostly knows from awkward breakroom small talk. That’s the whole vibe here: not some badass hero fantasy, but a guy trapped in an office while the world outside rots in a toxic soup. One second he’s checking his phone, the next the signal dies and the city kind of just vanishes behind this white, angry fog that literally burns skin if you get too brave. It’s weirdly intimate, because when everything outside goes to hell the only thing left to play with is people’s nerves, their fears, their bodies, their need to feel close to someone while it all might end tonight or next week or never. The horror parts hit first, and then slowly the romance and the sex leak in around the edges like the fog under a door, not some instant “you are the chosen dick” story. You feel stuck with Kallie and Laura in this poisoned little bubble, watching them crack, get scared, get horny, get angry, sometimes all in the same scene. It’s messy in a good way. Not every line lands, some conversations ramble, and sometimes John acts like a confused Reddit thread, but that’s also kind of believable.

What really caught me is how often the game lets you just say small shit. Little comments that don’t blow up the plot, they just sit there in the back of someone’s mind. You flirt at the wrong moment and Desire ticks up a bit even while Anxiety spikes, so she might still let you slide a hand under her shirt later, but she’ll shake when she kisses you. You’re nice and soft with her after she has a panic attack and Love crawls higher, which makes the eventual creampie scene feel more like “we might die, please stay inside me” than porn hub speedrun. It’s not all sweet, though. There are moments where the sex is raw and selfish, bodies slamming together on some half-clean office couch or cramped storage room, her moaning while the building around you feels like a coffin. Condoms exist mostly as a suggestion, which the characters ignore whenever the tension finally snaps, and the game leans hard into that risk. You can have a romantic talk, then five clicks later you’re pinning her against a window with the toxic fog just beyond the glass, filling her up because you both need proof you are alive. I wish the UI text was a bit bigger on my phone, but anyway, the story quietly shoves you into this fucked up little family, where trust, lust, fear and love keep shifting around like stats you pretend not to care about while you very much do. Sometimes the pacing drags for a scene or two, then suddenly you’re in a pitch-dark hallway, breathing with her, feeling her hand find your crotch because she wants reassurance in the only stupid way she knows. It’s not subtle. It’s also strangely tender. And then out of nowhere the game just drops a line that feels like a shitpost and you remember people made this on actual computers and not in some cursed fog dimension.

UNDAWN: Shackles Of Eternity feels like somebody mashed a grimdark VN, horny gothic Instagram, and a futa porn doujin together, then actually bothered to give the porn a brain. You play as Rhiannon, who looks like the kind of cold, perfect priestess you’d see on a cathedral mural, except she has a cock and way more emotional damage. The world around her is just ruined faith and half-dead gods, with churches that feel more like brothels for the desperate. Every “holy” symbol looks kinda dirty. You’re basically walking through a graveyard of old beliefs, deciding who to fuck and who to sacrifice, while the game keeps asking you quietly, “You sure about that?” and then shows the consequences in bed later. It’s not a power fantasy where you’re some shining savior. Rhiannon feels like a loaded gun that learned how to think. You get romance, sure, but it’s romance that comes with knives hidden under dresses and tongues in places that definitely aren’t holy.

Sex-wise, the game goes pretty hard on futa on female and actually uses the magic shit for more than particle effects. You’re not just clicking through generic “she sucks you off” lines. You get weird little moments like Rhiannon using a whispering spell to make a nun feel every word along her spine, the text describing this chill that rolls down to her ass while you’re already elbow-deep in groping and fingering. First time you push a cute monster girl up against a cracked stained-glass window and her tail wraps around Rhiannon’s thigh while you rail her from behind, it feels personal in a fucked up way. There’s anal and creampies that don’t feel like checkbox porn tags, more like “oh, you chose to promise her safety and instead you’re filling her ass in a back alley behind a dead chapel, good job.” The harem angle is there but messy, poly in the sense that everyone has teeth. The girls fall for Rhiannon and for each other too, so you end up in these lesbian side scenes where Rhiannon watches them eat each other out, only to join, dick out, and turn the whole thing into a pile of limbs, tongues, and cum. Sometimes it’s tender, slow oral with a shy femboy who looks like he stepped out of a BL mobile game. Sometimes it’s Rhiannon pinning a proud knightess to the altar and pounding her until her prayers turn into begging. The mystery stuff wraps around the porn like a noose. You keep thinking you’re choosing who you love and who you fuck, then slowly realize you’re also choosing who loses their soul piece by piece. And the game doesn’t scream this at you. It just shows you the aftermath in the next “romantic” scene, like a girl who used to be all fire letting you slide into her raw and quiet, because she’s finally broken in exactly the way you helped shape.