Lustful Years feels like reading someone’s dirty secret diary that accidentally got really long and really self-aware. You’re inside this young woman’s life while she stumbles through relationships, flings, “this is just casual, right?” moments that aren’t casual at all, and way too many scenes where she ends up on her knees before she figures out what she actually wants. It starts pretty soft, flirting and awkward tension, those little choices like “do I stay for another drink?” or “do I text him back?” and then you blink and she’s got her lips wrapped around some guy’s cock in a bathroom, trying not to make noise while her internal monologue is still going on about trust and love and all that shit. I like that, actually, that the erotic stuff doesn’t feel like separate scenes but like the same messy timeline where one stupid choice at a party can lead to her waking up sore between two warm bodies and wondering if she secretly loved it or secretly hates herself. The game doesn’t hold your hand, it just throws you into her head and expects you to be ok with how horny and insecure and selfish she can be.

The visual novel flow is the usual click-next thing, but it has that annoying habit where you misclick and skip a line you actually wanted to read, and of course there’s a “history” button but I never used it because I am stubborn. Sex scenes come out of conversations that feel a bit too real sometimes, like that moment when she finally stops pretending and just pulls his pants down, holding his cock with this weird mix of hunger and doubt, and the text is describing the taste and the warmth of his precum while she’s thinking if she’s doing this to feel loved or just not feel empty for a second. One route I took, she tried to be all romantic and “wait for the right moment,” and I still somehow ended up with her legs pushed open on a couch, panties half-off, moaning while he fucks her quick and rough because they “don’t have much time.” It’s hot, yeah, there’s detailed oral, messy swallow scenes, him thrusting into her pussy with that wet sound you can almost hear, but between the lines you can feel how fragile she is, or maybe I’m just projecting because I play these games instead of touching grass. Anyway.

What I really liked, then didn’t like at all, is how the choices about relationships are mixed with the choices about sex. You say something small like “I trust you” and three scenes later she’s on her knees again, gagging around his cock, tears in her eyes, and the narration is describing how she forces herself to take him deeper because she wants him to see her as “good enough.” It’s extremely erotic, yeah, but also kind of depressing in a way that turned me on more, which is probably not healthy. There are also sweeter paths, where a slow build-up leads to a tender blowjob on a bed with soft breathing and her fingers tracing his thighs, or a first time where he actually asks if she’s ok before sliding inside, and she moans anyway and grabs his back because “yes” is already obvious. The game pretends to be about love and heartbreak and all that romantic stuff, but the parts that kept me clicking were when she’s half-naked, hair a mess, lipstick smeared, mouth full, or riding someone with her nails digging into their skin, and afterwards the story tries to talk about consequences like we didn’t just spend five minutes reading about how warm it feels when he finishes deep inside her. At some point I forgot which route I was even on, I just followed whatever choice felt nastier, or softer, or just wrong for her, and watched the years pile up like empty glasses on a table.

Nubilia looks all noble and shiny on the map, but the second you drop into this mess you realize it’s less “honor and duty” and more “who’s trying to ride your dick while stabbing your bloodline in the back”. You’re this magic talented heir with a dead mom, a pissed off father, and a whole buffet of highborn girls who smile at you like angels while clearly doing war crimes in their spare time. Every city-state you visit throws another walking fantasy wallpaper at you: prim and proper lady in silk who talks about politics with her tits halfway out, battle mage with scars and zero patience for your bullshit, that one smug noble girl who calls you “peasant” while eyeing your crotch like it’s a legendary artifact. The game just leans into the chaos. One scene you’re interrogating some duchess about your mother’s murder, next scene she has you pinned on a velvet couch, dress around her waist, gasping about “alliances” while grinding down on you so hard you forget you were supposed to be angry.

What actually sold me is how your magic and choices keep twisting the relationships. You’re not just clicking through porn slides. You build this reputation across the nine cities, and girls react to it. Act like a ruthless bastard? Some of them get dripping wet when you dominate them. Others flinch, pull back, and you only get them to open up after you save their ass in a duel where spells are flying and you’re trying not to stare at jiggling cleavage in slow motion. You flirt during strategy talks, tease them in corridors, use magic in bed in a way that’s absolutely illegal in at least five churches. One night you’re sneaking into a manor with a noble sorceress partner who whispers a spell to make you invisible, and the moment you’re alone in her tower she cancels the spell and climbs you like a ladder, begging you to “claim her house” while raking nails down your back. Another time you’re at a fancy banquet, every lady dressed like she lost a fight with a corset, and under the table you’ve got one girl stroking you with her foot while another pretends not to notice and keeps asking about your “magical potential” with this filthy smile. It’s that mix of murder mystery, faked loyalty, and full-on harem corruption that hits. Everyone’s pretending to be civilized while you’re balls deep in future enemies, trying to guess which soft moaning noble slut actually stuck a knife in your mother. And the worst part? Sometimes they look up at you with those wide eyes, flushed cheeks, whisper “I’d never hurt you” while you’re filling them, and for a second you almost believe them.

Hell has a weird sense of humor here. Instead of fire and torture racks, you get a tiny boring town full of people who pretend they’re good, and an overachieving demon who’s basically your horny project manager. Your “job” is simple on paper: push these walking hypocrisies into every ugly, dirty, wet sin you can think of, and do it faster than the angel who’s fluttering around trying to keep their halos from sliding off during sex. The funny part is that the town looks harmless at first glance. A quiet shopkeeper, uptight priest, lonely housewife, nerdy student, those office types who act like they’re married to Excel. Then you start poking around, you see how thin their morals are. One slightly wrong choice and the shy girl who “never does this” is suddenly on her knees in the back room, drool on the floor and mascara halfway across her face, while you’re already planning who to corrupt next.

What makes it feel good is how the game treats sex like a slow infection instead of a jump scare. Early scenes are pretty tame, just some teasing, half-accidental groping, a hand going a bit too low, like they’re still telling themselves it doesn’t count as cheating if they don’t kiss. Then it escalates. You walk the same route through town, but the energy shifts. The bar that was almost empty before now has a drunk office lady grinding on some random guy’s thigh, pretending she doesn’t notice his cock pressing into her. The girl who once refused to wear a short skirt is now “just trying something new” while her panties are basically transparent. And both you and the demon know it’s because you chose to nudge her, again and again, into that spiral. It feels a bit like philosophy class crashed into Pornhub: every choice is technically about ethics, but the answer is always someone getting fucked against a wall. The angel keeps showing up with this fake pure attitude, trying to reset people, but you can drag the same characters back into filth, harder than before, until the whole concept of redemption starts feeling like a running joke.

There’s this one route where you keep visiting a very religious household. At first it’s just awkward talk about virtue, prayer, that usual “we must resist temptation” script. Then you get one crack in the armor. A slightly too long look, a hand “accidentally” touching a thigh, the mother biting her lip when she thinks nobody sees. A few corrupt choices later, and the man who led grace at dinner is fucking his daughter on the couch while the wife watches with her hand shoved into her panties, whimpering like she’s the one being used. The game doesn’t pretend it’s romantic. It’s messy, uncomfortable, and hot in that specific “I shouldn’t be enjoying this but I absolutely am” way. The angel interfering there feels almost comic, like trying to cover a cum-stained sheet with a prayer book. The more progress you make, the more the whole town becomes this living map of your sins: streets that used to feel clean are now linked in your mind with moaning, spit, rough hands, and all those “oh god” lines that clearly don’t mean god at all. And the demon? He’s not your friend, not really. He’s just as obsessed with ambition and winning as any startup boss, only his KPI is how many holes you can turn into willing, greedy, shameless tools of hell. If that idea alone doesn’t turn you on a bit, this probably isn’t your town anyway.

Astra feels like that performer in a tiny bar who walks on stage like it’s a royal court, tits half-out, tail swaying like a metronome, and suddenly everyone shuts up. The game frames her as this “runaway princess,” but honestly she reads more like a bored porn star who finally walked off the set. She had the castle, the arranged noble husband, the fancy duties, but no real chance to decide who gets to touch her and how. Now she is on this remote island, living out of caravans and backstage corners, building a traveling erotic show where her body is the banner and her freedom is the script. The whole thing moves like a fantasy road story where every stop is an excuse for some new mix of magic, fur, and very direct penetration. Sex is not a side dish here; it is the main way the game talks about power, comfort, performance, humiliation, and that weird thrill when you know half the crowd wants to own you and the other half wants to be you.

The furry angle is not just some quick slap of ears and tail. Astra is all curves and fluff, big ass that the camera is almost obsessed with, big tits that bounce in a way that look a bit too proud of themselves. Animations focus a lot on how she moves rather than just where the dick goes. When she walks across the stage in one of her outfits, there is this playful sway that already feels like foreplay. Then you get to the monster girls and other creatures she meets while traveling, and it becomes this parade of different bodies that could never exist in real life but still feel hot in a very straightforward “I want that inside me” way. One moment she is riding some horned beast-man, his cock thick and veiny, pinning her to the floor of some makeshift tent. Next moment she is tongue-deep with a monster girl whose claws are gently scratching her hips while Astra’s thighs are shaking. And yes, there is a lot of straight-up vaginal sex, explicit, messy, with those wet sound cues that would make anyone nervous if the browser volume is too high. There are scenes where she spreads herself for an audience, where the show is basically a live porn act, and the tension is not if she will fuck, but who gets the honor and how many times.

The small “adventure” spine trying to hold this horny creature together is pretty simple, but sometimes that works. Astra chooses where to perform, who to trust on this island, how to deal with her past crashing in on warships and titles. You talk, you flirt, you strip, you let monsters and people use you, you sometimes use them back. There is this noble asshole from her old life who wants her body as property, and the game really likes putting her between that world of strict duty and this new circus of lust where she chooses when to open her legs and when to close them. Still, at moments the pacing feels like edging gone on too long. You sit through a bit of dialogue about islands and politics and all you want is to see her pushed against a wagon wall again. Some animations loop a little too obviously, like a cheap OnlyFans clip you still watch three times. And I kept staring at her tail in one particular sex scene because it clipped weird through the floor, and after that I could not unsee it and it annoyed me more than it should. But then the game throws this quiet moment where she cuddles half-naked with another girl, both of them still sticky, talking about what freedom actually costs, and suddenly the porn has a bit of heart again. Not too much, just enough that when she arches her back and moans in the next animated thrust, you remember this is a princess who finally writes her own dirty script.