You wake up in the future, dick still attached, and somehow that already makes you rare like legendary loot in a shitty gacha. Men are gone, wiped out by some plague, and the world got tired of waiting for them to respawn, so the girls built androids to fill the… gaps. Not just for heavy lifting and fixing pipes either. Your new “life” is basically being a rented toy with a human brain: if a woman flashes her account balance and a weird request, you smile, say “yes, ma’am,” and figure out later why your knees hurt. The game treats this like a normal job, which is kind of the funniest part. One scene you’re lying on a couch while some rich office lady sits on your face like you’re just another piece of furniture, talking on her phone about work targets while using your tongue, the next scene you’re awkwardly trying to pretend you don’t see a horny student girl masturbating in the dorm shower while “testing your sensors.” The tone jumps between sweet, horny, humiliating and just stupid in the good way, like an adult comedy that forgot it was supposed to be subtle.

What I really liked is how it leans into you being property without turning you into a silent mannequin. You can tease back, flirt, or just be confused like a guy who opened the wrong tab at work. There’s a great early moment where your handler drags you to your first client, this shy-looking woman who clearly ordered you “for research.” She acts all serious and academic, then ten minutes later she’s climbing on top of you, hands shaking, asking you to “just stay still and… record the stats” while she rubs herself on you, grinding and panting, apologizing every three seconds and still not stopping. The game loves that contrast: girls acting like they’re in control, but their voice cracking the second your hand “accidentally” slides under the skirt. One milf makes you stand naked on the balcony while she lazily jerks you off from behind, talking in your ear about “exhibition testing,” and you can see other windows lit up, shadows moving. It really sells that voyeur vibe, like half the city is peeking and pretending they’re not.

I wish the notifications bubble in the corner wasn’t that ugly green, it just sits there like a WhatsApp message from someone you hate. Never gets fixed. Anyway, there’s this fun tension in a lot of routes: they talk like you’re just software, but the second you push your luck, like sliding your fingers deeper or holding their hips just a little tighter during oral, they react like you’re very real. Sometimes they punish you for it too. One dommy mechanic girl literally throws you on a workbench, sits on your face, and tells you she’s “recalibrating your tongue module” while grinding till you can barely breathe, then makes you finish her off with your hand under the oily overalls. Another scene goes the other way: a lonely office lady hires you just to cuddle, maybe a bit of groping, but you end up with her gently riding you while half-asleep, soft sleep sex, her muttering her ex’s name and you can decide if you wake her or just hold her tighter and keep going. The game calls itself funny, but it’s also weirdly romantic sometimes, like with the shy lesbian android who starts off just “studying male models” and ends up using you to figure out what she actually wants from girls. There’s groping on crowded trains, forced stripping in small apartments, you jerking off because your client “forgot to finish the test,” harassment in alleys where you’re treated like a vending machine for orgasms. It’s messy, horny, occasionally sweet, and never really lets you forget you’re both a sex worker and a glitchy relic of a dead gender, which sounds heavy but somehow just makes the teasing scenes hit harder.

Valentine is not some shy anime boy with big eyes. He is this rough, slightly broken ex-soldier who now lives with bruised knuckles and bright lights in an MMA cage. The game throws you into his head right away, no slow build, no “tutorial date.” One moment you are watching him walk into a London gym, smelling sweat and cheap cleaning spray, the next moment a punch connects and time almost freezes on a close-up of teeth, blood, and that sick little grin he has when a fight finally gets good. It feels like a porn game that accidentally grew a spine and decided to care about pressure, about fear, about what happens when your body is your job and everyone wants a piece of it. Then it remembers it is porn and goes “oh yeah” and puts a girl on her knees in front of him, mascara already a bit ruined, tongue pressed against his shaft in an animated loop that honestly looks way better than I expected from a browser thing.

The sex scenes are where it stops pretending to be classy. You have blondes, brunettes, one fiery redhead with this smug face that just screams “I’m going to ruin your life and you will say thank you.” They are not just generic CGs slapped in. The camera loves the little things: a hand twisting in his shorts before she pulls them down, spit mixing with pre-cum on a blowjob, lips stretching wide around him, that tiny moment when the girl hesitates because she is still a virgin and then your click pushes everything forward. You pick if Valentine is gentle or if he just grabs her hips and buries himself inside like he forgot what patience means. Moans change, eyes change, the way they clutch the sheets or his skin changes. Sometimes you get a slow handjob next to a window after a fight, his knuckles still taped and bruised, her thumb lazily rubbing the tip while she whispers shit in his ear. Other times you go from locker room trash talk straight into a rough oral scene, her mouth full, cheeks hollowed, mascara a total mess, and you can actually see her throat flex when he thrusts too deep. I kinda hate how some of the dialogue sounds like a horny teenager wrote it, but then a single animation of a girl rolling her hips on his lap completely shuts my brain off and I forget to complain.

Island Sun feels like someone took a guilty-pleasure soap opera, locked it in a resort hotel room, and whispered “you can be a bad girl now” in its ear. You play as Wendy, early 30s, blonde, thick in all the right places, with a fat ass that the camera clearly loves way more than her husband does. She’s supposed to be living that sweet island dream with Henry, but it takes like five minutes to realize the real vacation is about how many rules you can quietly break. The whole thing runs like a visual novel on autopilot at first: nice beach, sunny streets, people way too friendly for no reason. Then you notice how often dialogues turn into “innocent” touches, “accidental” gropes, and those camera angles that just stay on her tits for a bit too long. You click “joke back” once and suddenly an NPC’s hand is on her thigh and she’s not pulling away very fast.

The choices hit harder than they look, even when the game pretends they don’t. You get those fake safe ones like “be polite” vs “flirt a little” and you think, ok, nothing wild. Two scenes later that polite option has Wendy drinking with some local dude and you’re watching her slowly slide from shy small talk into doing a blowjob in a dark corner of the resort bar, trying not to ruin her lipstick. Sometimes she resists, sometimes she just… leans into it, and that’s where the corruption part starts to feel dirty in a good way. One moment you’re helping her keep her marriage intact, next moment she’s grinding on a sunbed with a stranger’s hand under her bikini, and she’s thinking about Henry for like half a second before her eyes roll back. I liked that some scenes don’t go full porn right away. You get a handjob behind a palm tree, or a quick suck in a hot tub while the bartender pretends not to see, before the game starts throwing rougher stuff in your face. There’s this one scene in a hotel hallway where a guy just pushes her back to the wall and kisses her like he owns her, and her body gives in long before her brain does. You can shut it down if you want, but it really feels like you’re fighting against the game’s own horny gravity.

What really caught me is how the island itself becomes kinda like a pervy character. You start to recognize places as “oh yeah, that’s where I let the gym trainer pull her bikini top down” or “that’s the spot she kneeled between that muscular guy’s legs and tried to take his whole cock in her mouth while the ocean was behind them.” The resort feels safe on the surface, but every door you click is another chance for Wendy to cheat, or almost cheat, or pretend it was an accident while cum is still drying on her lips. The corruption curve is uneven in a way that feels human. One day she’s acting like a horny slut, swallowing a load in a hotel room while her wedding ring glows in the light, next day she’s blushing like crazy because somebody grabs her ass in the pool and you’re like, girl, after what you did yesterday? Some people will hate that, but I kinda enjoyed that she’s not just instantly turning into a porn robot. Just don’t expect the story to respect your morals too much. You say “I’ll keep her faithful” and then the game hits you with a slow, teasing massage scene where the guy’s fingers slide under her panties in the most casual way, and her moans get a little too loud, and suddenly that promise feels fragile as fuck. By the time you’re making choices about who she spreads her legs for, the island already changed her, and honestly, you probably helped.

You’re this guy in his late 30s, just moved into a pretty normal apartment building that pretends to be boring but actually everyone’s basically peeking at each other through half-open blinds. Your place is nothing special, cheap furniture, boxes still half unpacked, but the real focus is what’s on the other side of the walls. The woman next door is the first thing that stands out. She’s not some teenage anime doll, she’s a full grown woman, soft curves, tired eyes that still look beautiful, the kind of body that happens after life happens. There’s this sense that she’s lonely, but she’s not acting desperate. You catch her in the hallway in tight yoga pants, a tank top without bra, hair in a messy bun, holding groceries, apologizing because her keys fall from her hand and she bends over like the universe is trying to test your self control right away. The game really pushes that feeling of “I should look away” while you absolutely do not.

The first real hook is when you finally meet her daughter. She’s 18, clearly, which the game reminds you in a way that feels half-legal note and half fantasy fuel. She’s that type of girl who still has that teen attitude, plays with her phone while you talk, but also watches you from the corner of her eye when she thinks you’re not noticing. Short shorts, oversized hoodie, bare legs lazily d*** over the couch when you walk in for the first “friendly visit.” That scene is where the corruption starts really slow. You can act like a gentleman, be polite, look away when she notices you staring at her thighs, or you can push it, make flirty comments, “accidentally” sit closer, enjoy how she blushes and doesn’t really move away. The best part is that the game actually rewards patience. Like, if you don’t act like a total creep, she starts to trust you. She sends you texts at late night, selfies that start innocent, then a bit less innocent, and you’re there reading them with a stupid grin on your face and one hand busy somewhere else.

The voyeur stuff comes in very naturally. Thin walls. Open bathroom window. You walking past their door and hearing low voices that sound like an argument, or moans that are definitely not an argument. There’s this early scene where you hear the mom showering and the game gives you the choice: keep walking like a normal adult or pause and peek through the slightly open bathroom window across the inner yard. If you peek, you catch her with water running down her body, one hand braced against the tiles, the other slowly between her legs, eyes closed, whispering something that sounds like a name that isn’t yours. It feels dirty in the right way, not just “ah boobs again.” And depending how you’ve treated the daughter, your guilt or excitement hits different. You can also end up in these small romantic moments, like movie night on her couch with both of them. Mom in a loose T-shirt without bra, nipples poking through the fabric when she laughs at some dumb scene, daughter curled up with her feet in your lap, wiggling her toes against your crotch to “tease you” while pretending she doesn’t notice she’s doing it. The story tries to play between romance and lust, sometimes almost sweet, sometimes absolutely filthy, like when you realize the girl might actually be trying to use you to get attention away from some other dude while you secretly just want into her mother’s bed too. The game doesn’t hold your hand with perfect choices either. You’ll probably mess up at least one date scene because you picked the wrong dialog and suddenly the mom gets jealous or the daughter pulls back and you’re stuck looking through the peephole at what you could have had. In a weird way that frustration makes the good scenes feel hotter. Nothing is handed to you. You stalk, you play nice neighbor, you seduce, you fuck up, you try again. It’s not pretty, but it feels a bit too real sometimes, in that “I really should not be turned on by this” kind of way.