Sisterly Lust v1.2.1
You land back in a house that’s supposed to be “home”, but it feels more like a horny social experiment with blood ties and fake smiles. Dad is gone, funeral smell still in your nose, and suddenly you’re sitting in a car with a woman who looks like an older, hotter version of the girls from your porn folders. She calls herself your mother, acts like the past fifteen years were just a little misunderstanding, and drives you straight into a nest full of women who all call you family and look like trouble. Not soft trouble. The kind you want.
The game doesn’t waste much time pretending you’re a saint. You’re the only guy in a house with three “sisters” who don’t know what to do with you yet, and a mom who keeps hugging you just a bit longer than normal. At first you’re just walking around, checking rooms, catching them in little private moments. One of your sisters thinks the door is fully closed, sits on her bed with her phone and starts touching herself, trying to be silent. You can back away, or stay and watch while the camera slowly sneaks closer, like you’re literally breathing on the crack of the door. Later she mentions feeling watched but doesn’t quite accuse you. That’s the fun part: nobody is really innocent, they just pretend harder than you.
What I liked is how conversations feel like messed up speed-dating, but with people you’re not supposed to date. You test pickup lines on them like you learned everything from Pornhub comments and some cringy Reddit posts. Sometimes it works way too well. You tell your oldest sister that her new yoga outfit “fits her ass so perfectly it’s distracting” expecting a slap, and she just blushes and turns around slowly, asking if it really looks that good on her. You can double down, stand right behind her while she bends forward, or chicken out and talk about stretching “for health” like some idiot. The game lets you push that line between teasing and straight-up corruption a lot, and it feels less like a scripted romance and more like poking at a weak spot until it breaks.
The blackmail angle slides in quietly. Your mom is strict in this very religious, fake moral way, but she keeps leaving her phone around. You catch spicy messages from some married guy, grab a few screenshots, and suddenly every argument at the dinner table has a hidden gun under it. Want her to stop nagging you about your grades? Hint that her “church friend” might see those messages. Want her to pour more wine and loosen up on the couch? Just tap your pocket where the phone is. At one point she’s yelling at you for being lazy, you lean in and murmur something about “pastor Daniel and that bathroom selfie,” and she just shuts up, cheeks red, then changes topic and asks if you’re eating enough. Later that same woman is on her knees, fingers digging into your thighs, trying to pretend this is still some kind of motherly affection while you hold her hair and decide how rough you wanna be.
Not everything is smooth. The pacing jumps. One evening you’re getting a shy hug, the next you have one of the girls on your lap, grinding over your cock while pretending she just “needs a massage for her back.” But honestly that chaos fits. The house slowly turns into your personal playground. You spank a younger sister “as a joke” after she steals your towel, and the slap sound is way too loud, echoing in the bathroom. She freezes, then laughs nervously, and asks if you’ll do it again “but not so hard this time.” Of course you can ignore it. You won’t.
There’s this tiny thing that annoyed me for no good reason: everyone keeps walking around with their phones, but you can’t just open some real-world app like Telegram inside the game. You get this fake messaging system that still somehow nails the feeling of late-night thirst texts. One girl sends you a pic of her in panties, pretending it’s an “outfit check,” and you can reply with flirty bullshit or just tell her to come to your room. Pick the flirty option and it drags things out in a fun way, pick the direct one and you’ll have her kneeling between your legs, drool on your shaft, eyes shining like she knows she crossed a line she can’t walk back from.
Little by little they all stop seeing you as just the long-lost relative and more like the man of the house, the one who decides when a kiss stays innocent and when a tongue slips in, when a handjob “by accident” turns into her swallowing your load while you call her a good girl. The game pretends it’s about healing old family wounds, but it’s really about how fast you can turn that whole house into something dirty, secret, and completely yours.
The game doesn’t waste much time pretending you’re a saint. You’re the only guy in a house with three “sisters” who don’t know what to do with you yet, and a mom who keeps hugging you just a bit longer than normal. At first you’re just walking around, checking rooms, catching them in little private moments. One of your sisters thinks the door is fully closed, sits on her bed with her phone and starts touching herself, trying to be silent. You can back away, or stay and watch while the camera slowly sneaks closer, like you’re literally breathing on the crack of the door. Later she mentions feeling watched but doesn’t quite accuse you. That’s the fun part: nobody is really innocent, they just pretend harder than you.
What I liked is how conversations feel like messed up speed-dating, but with people you’re not supposed to date. You test pickup lines on them like you learned everything from Pornhub comments and some cringy Reddit posts. Sometimes it works way too well. You tell your oldest sister that her new yoga outfit “fits her ass so perfectly it’s distracting” expecting a slap, and she just blushes and turns around slowly, asking if it really looks that good on her. You can double down, stand right behind her while she bends forward, or chicken out and talk about stretching “for health” like some idiot. The game lets you push that line between teasing and straight-up corruption a lot, and it feels less like a scripted romance and more like poking at a weak spot until it breaks.
The blackmail angle slides in quietly. Your mom is strict in this very religious, fake moral way, but she keeps leaving her phone around. You catch spicy messages from some married guy, grab a few screenshots, and suddenly every argument at the dinner table has a hidden gun under it. Want her to stop nagging you about your grades? Hint that her “church friend” might see those messages. Want her to pour more wine and loosen up on the couch? Just tap your pocket where the phone is. At one point she’s yelling at you for being lazy, you lean in and murmur something about “pastor Daniel and that bathroom selfie,” and she just shuts up, cheeks red, then changes topic and asks if you’re eating enough. Later that same woman is on her knees, fingers digging into your thighs, trying to pretend this is still some kind of motherly affection while you hold her hair and decide how rough you wanna be.
Not everything is smooth. The pacing jumps. One evening you’re getting a shy hug, the next you have one of the girls on your lap, grinding over your cock while pretending she just “needs a massage for her back.” But honestly that chaos fits. The house slowly turns into your personal playground. You spank a younger sister “as a joke” after she steals your towel, and the slap sound is way too loud, echoing in the bathroom. She freezes, then laughs nervously, and asks if you’ll do it again “but not so hard this time.” Of course you can ignore it. You won’t.
There’s this tiny thing that annoyed me for no good reason: everyone keeps walking around with their phones, but you can’t just open some real-world app like Telegram inside the game. You get this fake messaging system that still somehow nails the feeling of late-night thirst texts. One girl sends you a pic of her in panties, pretending it’s an “outfit check,” and you can reply with flirty bullshit or just tell her to come to your room. Pick the flirty option and it drags things out in a fun way, pick the direct one and you’ll have her kneeling between your legs, drool on your shaft, eyes shining like she knows she crossed a line she can’t walk back from.
Little by little they all stop seeing you as just the long-lost relative and more like the man of the house, the one who decides when a kiss stays innocent and when a tongue slips in, when a handjob “by accident” turns into her swallowing your load while you call her a good girl. The game pretends it’s about healing old family wounds, but it’s really about how fast you can turn that whole house into something dirty, secret, and completely yours.
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👁 1.9K
💬 1
★★★★☆
Lust Goddess
Collect prizes and items in the mail with each battle won, as they will help you evolve your educated fighters. The longer you evolve your warriors, the more their corporal appearance switches. And with "switches", we suggest "that they become supah revealing, taunting you endlessly". And, if you can not escape from this headspace these hot hot visuals have pushed one into, the game does include a useful "auto" mode which can perform the top moves, and that means it's possible to keep concentrating on your most recent win - or even, you knowthat anything is holding your focus.
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👁 268
★★★★★
If i could change v0.3.7
Okay, this gender swap thing... honestly wasn't expecting much when I clicked it. The whole premise sounds like every other transformation fantasy out there, right? Boy becomes girl, chaos ensues, probably some terrible dialogue about "feeling different" or whatever. But fuck me, this one actually got under my skin in ways I didn't see coming.
The university setting works better than it should. Maybe because it's that awkward phase where nobody really knows who they are anyway? Our protagonist wakes up with tits and suddenly has to navigate classes, dorms, social dynamics - all while figuring out this new body. The masturbation scenes hit different when you're experiencing everything through fresh eyes, discovering sensations that are completely alien yet somehow natural. There's this one scene in the bathroom where she's just... exploring, and it's not just horny for the sake of being horny. It's genuinely curious and confused and arousing all at once.
What surprised me most was how the lesbian content develops. Not the usual "oh no I'm attracted to girls now" bullshit - more like genuine connections forming while she's still processing everything else. The oral scenes feel earned rather than thrown in for variety. Though I gotta say, some of the male domination stuff feels out of place? Like the game can't decide if it wants to be about self-discovery or just another power fantasy. The mobile optimization is decent enough, loads fine on my phone without killing the battery. CG quality varies wildly - some renders look amazing, others like they were rushed out on a deadline. Still can't figure out why certain dialogue choices lead where they do, but maybe that's the point. Life doesn't make sense when everything you thought you knew gets flipped overnight.
The university setting works better than it should. Maybe because it's that awkward phase where nobody really knows who they are anyway? Our protagonist wakes up with tits and suddenly has to navigate classes, dorms, social dynamics - all while figuring out this new body. The masturbation scenes hit different when you're experiencing everything through fresh eyes, discovering sensations that are completely alien yet somehow natural. There's this one scene in the bathroom where she's just... exploring, and it's not just horny for the sake of being horny. It's genuinely curious and confused and arousing all at once.
What surprised me most was how the lesbian content develops. Not the usual "oh no I'm attracted to girls now" bullshit - more like genuine connections forming while she's still processing everything else. The oral scenes feel earned rather than thrown in for variety. Though I gotta say, some of the male domination stuff feels out of place? Like the game can't decide if it wants to be about self-discovery or just another power fantasy. The mobile optimization is decent enough, loads fine on my phone without killing the battery. CG quality varies wildly - some renders look amazing, others like they were rushed out on a deadline. Still can't figure out why certain dialogue choices lead where they do, but maybe that's the point. Life doesn't make sense when everything you thought you knew gets flipped overnight.
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👁 230
★★★★★
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★★★★★
Abyssal Lust v0.2.2
You wake up in this fucked up little pocket of reality that feels like someone mixed a murder scene with a wet dream and forgot to clean either part. There’s wax on the floor, candles half melted, and a skeleton that won’t shut up about fate and sin like a drunk philosopher on Discord at 5 in the morning. You’re supposed to be a detective, right, the serious type, solving cases and writing reports, but the game keeps poking at you, like it knows what kind of shit you watch in incognito mode. The demon girl in the cell looks at you like she’s already seen every bad thought you ever had about your teacher, your neighbor, that one milf on Instagram with the suspiciously perfect big tits. She talks slow, teasing, like she’s unwrapping your brain the way most hentai girls unwrap a cock, and the creepy thing is she’s not even wrong. The whole thing feels like an interrogation where you’re the one getting stripped.
It pretends to be horror at first, with this prison that doesn’t follow normal logic, doors that appear where there was only stone, and reality bending around your choices, but then it starts slipping in sex like it’s nothing. One minute you’re checking a crime scene, the next you’re spying through a keyhole at some girl in a school uniform getting “tutored” a little too hard by a futa teacher with a cock that obviously breaks school rules. You follow one lead and end up watching a corrupted housewife kneel down and take a slow, messy blowjob that turns into a creampie she’s totally not supposed to enjoy, because she still has a husband somewhere in this story, I think. The game doesn’t stop there. It keeps pushing the whole cheating thing, netorase stuff, voyeur scenes where you’re told to watch, to record, to blackmail. The demon keeps asking which choice turns you on more, the broken girl begging for more or the proud one who ends up collared and slapped until she does what she’s told. There are pixel art bits that somehow feel dirtier than the “serious” 3D renders, like when a tiny growing girl slowly turns into a giantess and pins a terrified, naked succubus under her ass, grinding on her face like it’s some casual Tuesday. And you think, I didn’t ask for that, but yeah, I kind of did.
What I really care about, and the game kind of half-asses, is the interface. For something with this much psychological stuff and roleplaying choices, it acts like everyone has perfect eyesight, perfect reflexes, perfect mouse control. Tiny dialogue text on bright backgrounds with fancy fonts that look nice for ten seconds, then start to hurt. There’s a lot of clicking through long scenes, especially the slow burn corruption parts, and no real “hey, my hands get tired, can I use my keyboard more” options. You can’t bump font size without going into awkward system zooms like you’re reading a PDF from 2009. There are sound cues for important choices, but no real detailed volume sliders, so if you have sensitive hearing or use headphones because, you know, you don’t want your whole house hearing a futanari nun spanking a schoolgirl until she squirts, you’re stuck juggling Windows mixer and hoping the demon doesn’t suddenly moan at full blast. The sex scenes are hot, sure, in that messy mix of bdsm, femdom, incest hints, sleep sex, pregnancy scares and “she says no at first but then she’s dripping” way that a lot of adult games push, and the sandboxy structure lets you stalk characters, watch them in showers, tease them with toys, push them toward group sex in the “wrong” route. But for a game that loves fucking with your head about control and consent, it doesn’t give you much control over basic comfort. No colorblind modes for clue highlighting, no text-to-speech hooks, no simple way to slow down auto-advance if you process English slower than native speakers. It wants to dig into your secret kinks like it’s reading your diary, yet it treats access like an afterthought, like if you can’t keep up with fast text and tiny buttons then you’re not invited to the orgy. Which is kind of funny, because the whole story is about doors that shouldn’t exist, but when I actually need a door like “bigger UI” or “less click spam” that one never appears.
It pretends to be horror at first, with this prison that doesn’t follow normal logic, doors that appear where there was only stone, and reality bending around your choices, but then it starts slipping in sex like it’s nothing. One minute you’re checking a crime scene, the next you’re spying through a keyhole at some girl in a school uniform getting “tutored” a little too hard by a futa teacher with a cock that obviously breaks school rules. You follow one lead and end up watching a corrupted housewife kneel down and take a slow, messy blowjob that turns into a creampie she’s totally not supposed to enjoy, because she still has a husband somewhere in this story, I think. The game doesn’t stop there. It keeps pushing the whole cheating thing, netorase stuff, voyeur scenes where you’re told to watch, to record, to blackmail. The demon keeps asking which choice turns you on more, the broken girl begging for more or the proud one who ends up collared and slapped until she does what she’s told. There are pixel art bits that somehow feel dirtier than the “serious” 3D renders, like when a tiny growing girl slowly turns into a giantess and pins a terrified, naked succubus under her ass, grinding on her face like it’s some casual Tuesday. And you think, I didn’t ask for that, but yeah, I kind of did.
What I really care about, and the game kind of half-asses, is the interface. For something with this much psychological stuff and roleplaying choices, it acts like everyone has perfect eyesight, perfect reflexes, perfect mouse control. Tiny dialogue text on bright backgrounds with fancy fonts that look nice for ten seconds, then start to hurt. There’s a lot of clicking through long scenes, especially the slow burn corruption parts, and no real “hey, my hands get tired, can I use my keyboard more” options. You can’t bump font size without going into awkward system zooms like you’re reading a PDF from 2009. There are sound cues for important choices, but no real detailed volume sliders, so if you have sensitive hearing or use headphones because, you know, you don’t want your whole house hearing a futanari nun spanking a schoolgirl until she squirts, you’re stuck juggling Windows mixer and hoping the demon doesn’t suddenly moan at full blast. The sex scenes are hot, sure, in that messy mix of bdsm, femdom, incest hints, sleep sex, pregnancy scares and “she says no at first but then she’s dripping” way that a lot of adult games push, and the sandboxy structure lets you stalk characters, watch them in showers, tease them with toys, push them toward group sex in the “wrong” route. But for a game that loves fucking with your head about control and consent, it doesn’t give you much control over basic comfort. No colorblind modes for clue highlighting, no text-to-speech hooks, no simple way to slow down auto-advance if you process English slower than native speakers. It wants to dig into your secret kinks like it’s reading your diary, yet it treats access like an afterthought, like if you can’t keep up with fast text and tiny buttons then you’re not invited to the orgy. Which is kind of funny, because the whole story is about doors that shouldn’t exist, but when I actually need a door like “bigger UI” or “less click spam” that one never appears.
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👁 476
★★★★★
My Sister-in-Law is Secretly a Succubus v1.0_chapter1_part1
Ava looks like the kind of wife you show on Instagram and pretend your life is super balanced, while in reality your balls are on permanent hostage mode. She is soft, smiley, cuddly, and at the same time somehow talks to you like a therapist who owns your dick by legal right. The game plays into that mood hard. You’re the husband, stuck in this weird mix of romance, edging, and “yes dear” energy, and the whole story slowly twists that into something darker and way more fucked up. It starts like a cozy slow-burn visual novel, all sweet teasing and emotional talks about trust, then suddenly you remember there is a succubus involved and you probably made the worst bargain in horny history. The pace is not for people who just want to open a menu, click “blowjob,” and go fap. You actually sit in long conversations where Ava is talking about feelings, and your brain is screaming “please just ruin me,” and the game kind of answers with “okay, but let’s make it psychologically uncomfortable too.”
Then Alison shows up. Half-sister, total problem, full succubus, and the kind of girl who looks at you like she already knows the exact shape of your kink just from your breathing pattern. The night you see her feeding on some dude feels like you accidentally walked into the wrong Pornhub category and stayed anyway. Instead of running, you do the most porn-brain decision possible: you blackmail a soul-sucking demon into helping you turn your wife into a hotwife. Genius. Absolutely stupid, but genius. This is where the whole thing shifts from “romantic VN” to “erotic thriller with way too much edging.” Alison basically becomes your horny life coach, linked to your head with this telepathic bond that lets her poke your thoughts, whisper stuff while you’re trying not to cum inside Ava, and nudge her slowly toward more teasing, more public flirting, more emotional domination, more “you’re mine, but I might share you.” There is plenty of explicit stuff, but it always comes wrapped in mind games. One moment you’re getting a passionate blowjob from the wife who tells you how much she loves you, next moment you remember Alison is listening in and treating your orgasms like some kind of magical resource. The game plays with hotwife fantasies, voyeuristic moments, hints of cheating, and that sick mix of guilt and arousal where you want Ava corrupted and at the same time you are terrified she will actually enjoy it too much. Sometimes it feels romantic, sometimes it feels like a psychological horror with tits, and sometimes you just sit there thinking “this is so fucked up” while still clicking “next” with one hand.
Then Alison shows up. Half-sister, total problem, full succubus, and the kind of girl who looks at you like she already knows the exact shape of your kink just from your breathing pattern. The night you see her feeding on some dude feels like you accidentally walked into the wrong Pornhub category and stayed anyway. Instead of running, you do the most porn-brain decision possible: you blackmail a soul-sucking demon into helping you turn your wife into a hotwife. Genius. Absolutely stupid, but genius. This is where the whole thing shifts from “romantic VN” to “erotic thriller with way too much edging.” Alison basically becomes your horny life coach, linked to your head with this telepathic bond that lets her poke your thoughts, whisper stuff while you’re trying not to cum inside Ava, and nudge her slowly toward more teasing, more public flirting, more emotional domination, more “you’re mine, but I might share you.” There is plenty of explicit stuff, but it always comes wrapped in mind games. One moment you’re getting a passionate blowjob from the wife who tells you how much she loves you, next moment you remember Alison is listening in and treating your orgasms like some kind of magical resource. The game plays with hotwife fantasies, voyeuristic moments, hints of cheating, and that sick mix of guilt and arousal where you want Ava corrupted and at the same time you are terrified she will actually enjoy it too much. Sometimes it feels romantic, sometimes it feels like a psychological horror with tits, and sometimes you just sit there thinking “this is so fucked up” while still clicking “next” with one hand.
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👁 789
★★★★☆