Jenny slipped into the fitness center late at night. Driven by a hunger for that perfect body, she started hammering out pushups, followed by 12 tough situps.

Switching gears to cardio, Jenny pushed herself harder. The effort was brutal and sweat soaked her skin, glistening under the harsh gym lights. But all this work came with a price.

Nearby, a muscular young man was lifting weights, his presence impossible to ignore. Jenny’s eyes flicked over to him, heat rising instantly.

Her body pulsing with desire, Jenny didn’t hesitate. In moments, she was down on her knees, taking his huge cock deep and slow.

The warm, heavy load soon coated her tongue as he spilled inside her mouth. Jenny swallowed every drop, a wicked smile spreading across her face.

Afterward, she reached for her favorite protein shake to renew her strength.

Use the left and right arrows to control Jenny’s journey through pleasure and pain.

Now she’s got that big, wet cock buried deep in her mouth again, eager for more.

Shinji and Asuka stuck on a lonely rock in space, bored out of their horny minds, forced to play strip blackjack while Rei just stands there like the most fed up dealer in history, is already the kind of cursed energy I like. The game doesn’t pretend to be deep, it just throws you right into this petty little war of ego, tits and underwear. First hand I played, I hit “Shuffle and Go” on reflex like I was on my phone opening Tinder, and suddenly I’m staring at Shinji trying to look brave while clearly one bad card away from crying again. Asuka, of course, is talking shit every time the numbers swing her way, and that smug face when you bust is so punchable it actually made me double down and keep playing. I lost the first round on purpose, totally not because I miscounted like an idiot. Watching them peel off clothes one piece at a time while still nagging each other felt like someone mixed a casino, a fanfic, and a shitpost Discord call.

What I really like is that the blackjack itself actually works. It’s not some fake “press button to win” thing. You hit, you stay, you panic when your hand is at 19 and you’re staring at Shinji’s total like it personally insulted your mother. Score 21 with two cards and suddenly you’re the sexy genius at the table and you even get a piece of clothing back, which is the most toxic mechanic possible because it makes you greedy. You start thinking “ok one more round, I’ll get that top back” and then Rei’s cold little dealer routine ruins your life again. She barely talks, but the vibe is “I’m only here because you two won’t shut the fuck up” and honestly I felt judged by a cartoon girl while half naked sprites were flashing on my monitor between Chrome tabs with Twitter and Pornhub open. Also, there is this stupid tiny detail with the eyeball that I clicked by accident and I’m not spoiling it, but I swear it made me snort water out of my nose. The humor is stupid in a good way, like an old Newgrounds relic you find at three browser tabs deep after searching for “eva strip something maybe” and then suddenly you’re three hands in, half hard, laughing at Shinji, and forgetting what you were even supposed to be doing with your life.

Held hostage by a merciless demon, you’re stuck in a cramped town filled with enticing dolls and wicked challenges that test your cunning and lust. The only way out is to weave your seductive spells on these dolls, fueling the demon's dark appetite while navigating the town’s underbelly. Begin with the city map in hand; it helps you move fast, unlocking fresh spots to explore and play your cards right.

Tackle odd jobs such as pest control in a grand palace, all while flirting and scheming with the dolls scattered throughout town. As you chat with each doll, your dialogue choices steer their desire and loyalty, feeding the demon’s insatiable hunger.

The more you wander, the more you unravel juicy secrets and risqué opportunities that can either help or hurt your standing. A final decision looms: resist the demon’s hold in a climactic battle or fall deeper into its depraved grasp.

A game blending steamy dating scenarios, biting humor, and challenging choices awaits, demanding you navigate a treacherous road between lust and danger. Venture into this provocative world, where every decision shapes your journey toward submission or rebellion against the demon’s reign.

This one feels like something you find at the bottom of an old sailor’s trunk, sticky rum stain on it and all. You’re not some heroic captain, you’re a pissed-off, half-drunk pirate who just grabbed a brunette off the enemy ship, and the game never pretends it’s romantic. It’s rough, dirty, and kind of mean in that way that makes my dancer brain start building a routine in my head. I kept imagining myself on stage with a fake ship wheel and a rope, stomping in high heels, throwing my hair back like I just got dragged below deck. The girl’s tied up and you’re basically testing what she can take. The whole thing moves with that slow, mean rhythm, like a lapdance that starts playful and then your hands slide just a bit too tight around his throat and everyone in the front row stops breathing.

The “game” stuff is actually stupid simple but it got inside my head anyway. You’re hunting for hotspots on her body, like you’re learning her map, except instead of islands it’s nipples, thighs, mouth, all that. Some spots feel like they should react more and they just… don’t, and that annoyed me in a small way I kept thinking about after I closed the tab. Hold the mouse down, watch a progress bar fill, and you’re basically cranking up her misery level. It sounds boring written like this, but there’s this weird hypnosis when you keep that button pressed, like you’re holding her there, not letting her breathe. I wish it punished you more when you slip or let go early, but it just kind of shrugs and lets you keep going, like a lazy dungeon master who’s had one drink too many. The BDSM vibe is straight to the point, no safe words, no negotiation talk, just a captive girl and a drunk bastard who wants to use her. It’s hot and also kind of ugly at the same time, which is exactly why I kept replaying one scene where she’s there, helpless, and you’re choosing which tool to pick next. In my head I’m backstage, bra half off, watching the loading bar on my phone between numbers and thinking “yeah, I could build a whole number around just that stupid little bar filling up while I grind on a chair.” The pirate thing barely matters after a while, it just becomes this excuse to treat her like a sex toy and not a person, and somehow that bluntness is what makes it stick in your brain instead of all those polished, shiny games that pretend to be edgy and end up feeling tame.