Day starts kinda boring, you’re half scrolling Instagram, half thinking if it’s worth opening Steam or just YouTube again, and then this crazy shit drops in your lap: Ash busts in like a walking jumpscare, shouting about some luxury resort trip she “totally won.” No emails checked, no contract read, just vibes. Next thing, your stuff’s thrown in a bag and you’re headed to this rich-people playground that feels like someone mixed Pornhub categories with a corporate onboarding seminar. Everything looks too clean, too glossy, like the kind of place where the staff smiles a little too wide while pretending they don’t see you eye-fucking every milf around the pool.

The game does that thing where it lets you pick who you wanna be, and it actually matters a bit, not just a haircut swap. Different angles on the same messed up little paradise. Sometimes you’re the guy who can’t stop staring at his “aunt’s” ass while she bends over her suitcase, sometimes you’re catching your “sister” in the shower through a half-fogged glass panel and pretending you’re just “checking the water.” Yeah, it leans hard into that fake family taboo, like those sketchy Pornhub titles that autoplay when you just wanted a normal blowjob video. There’s a lot of quiet moments too, just you sitting in a fancy room, scrolling through some in-game phone app, pretending to be innocent while actually planning how to corrupt everyone around you, one accidental touch at a time.

What I kinda love, but also kinda hate, is how the resort itself acts like it’s on your side. Cameras everywhere. Doors that don’t fully close. Windows you can “accidentally” peek through. There’s this one scene where you’re supposed to go to some “relaxation session,” but if you mess around instead and follow the wrong hallway, you end up watching a full-on handjob through a tinted glass wall, your reflection overlaid on their bodies like you’re already part of it. The game doesn’t treat voyeurism like some small side thing, it just keeps pushing it: late night spying on a milf in her room, catching her playing with herself on the edge of the bed, big tits half out, moaning into a pillow while you’re stuck on the other side of the door with your dick hard, deciding if you’re gonna walk in or run. When you finally get physical, it’s that clumsy but hot progress: “accidental” groping at the pool, fingers sliding over a big ass while she pretends not to notice, her hand brushing your crotch a little too long in the elevator, then later she’s on her knees, giving slow wet oral that turns into messy, animated thrusting. Vaginal, oral, handjobs, all that, nothing shy, bodies moving, everything animated enough to feel alive but not super polished Marvel CGI. People talk while you’re fucking too, which I like. Dirty little lines, shy protests that melt into moans, that kind of thing. It’s horny, a bit toxic, kinda wrong, and yeah, that’s the point.

Kid with fresh trauma, dead parents, and a brain full of horny daydreams gets invited to live with his own fantasy: the hot teacher with the perfect ass who always leans over the desk just a bit too far. On paper it sounds like a pity offer, right? “Stay with my family until things get better.” In reality it’s more like dropping him into a jungle of polite smiles, fake kindness and a milf who knows damn well every boy in class stares at her tits. He hesitates, because her son is that asshole from school who steals lunch money and calls everyone loser. But she looks at him with those soft eyes, that tight blouse, and suddenly sleeping under the same roof as the bully’s mom feels like a sin that’s worth burning for. Of course he says yes. Hormones are stronger than common sense.

The house is not normal. You notice it first in the little things. The way the “big brother” talks on the phone like he’s ordering a beating instead of pizza. The quiet guys in suits who show up, bow, and pretend they’re just business partners. The way the teacher, this kind of warm, patient woman at school, turns cold and sharp in the kitchen when she’s whispering about “problems that must vanish.” It’s a yakuza nest with homework on the table and a mom who cooks curry while wearing a skirt that barely hides her thick hips. While the son acts like he owns the world, the new boy starts sliding under his shadow, sneaking glances at his mom’s curves, her heavy breasts bouncing when she walks from the bathroom in a towel, the outline of her pussy barely covered, like she’s forgotten someone else lives there now. Or maybe she didn’t forget at all. Hard to say.

At school, the drama looks like a stupid romance anime at first. Teasing in the hallway, cheap jokes, girls whispering that the new boy is “so tragic, poor thing” while staring at his crotch when they think he doesn’t notice. There’s this weird humor in how people flirt with him. One classmate acts innocent, then asks very detailed questions about what he thinks of older women, then pretends it was a joke. Another girl “accidentally” falls on his lap in the library and he ends up with her ass pressed on his dick while she giggles, way too happy. But the real mindfuck happens back home, late, when the door is slightly open and the teacher is in her bedroom, touching herself while watching some shitty romance movie on her tablet, her moans soft at first, then deeper, and he just stands there, hard as rock, listening. Later she pretends nothing happened, serving breakfast like normal, but her hand lingers too long when she passes him the jam. One evening she helps him study and somehow her cleavage is almost in his face, her perfume sweet and thick in his lungs, and he finally snaps, kisses her, expecting a slap. Instead she kisses back, slow, hungry, like she’s been waiting, her tongue teasing, her lips wet. Clothes go missing. Her big tits are in his hands, heavy and warm, nipples hard, and he ends up buried inside her on the sofa, her moans low so the rest of the house doesn’t hear, her body pushing back into every deep thrust. She rides him later, straddling him in the dark, whispering “don’t cum yet” then pulling him in deeper until he fills her, creampie after creampie, while she clenches around him like she owns his soul. Around all that, the yakuza tension keeps rising, jealousy grows, and more women start circling him like he’s fresh meat in a bloody family war, but he still keeps sneaking into her room like an addict who only needs one drug: the bully’s mom, spread on her bed, legs open, ready for another round.

This one feels like someone mashed together a horny isekai, a scuffed VR chatroom and a bad idea after too many Red Bulls, then accidentally made it kind of interesting. You start as this regular student guy who is not actually regular at all, because in the VR game world he can tweak his body and everyone else’s like a character editor that got drunk. One moment you are sitting in your boring room, next moment you are staring at a girl with a skirt way too short to be allowed in any real school, big tits bouncing like the dev never heard of bras, and your only real problem is deciding if you want to be a decent human or a complete perv. I tried to be “good” at first, clicked all the nice options, and the game basically laughed at me and kept dangling ass shots in my face. It’s kind of unfair. I liked it.

The fantasy part kicks in fast once you start playing with the VR rules: races you swap into, bodies you transform, the whole “what if I wasn’t stuck in this average body” thing. You can go from the normal student body to some ripped guy with a monster cock, or even slide into a female avatar and suddenly every look from NPCs hits different. There is this moment where you log into a new zone and your female form is walking through a crowd of orc-looking dudes and they stare at your huge ass in a way that made me feel weirdly targeted. Not a complaint. Or it is. Hard to say. Also, the game keeps teasing you with that line between “this is just a virtual girl” and “wait, that’s actually my classmate behind the avatar” and once that clicks, every blowjob scene becomes twice as dirty. I had one scene where I realized halfway through that the toon on her knees drooling on my dick was someone in the “real” world that my character actually knows, and it made the whole thing way more fucked up than the usual porn game loop. The incest angle shows up like a car crash too. No build up, no slow burn. One second you are exploring, next second you are in a room with a family member whose avatar clearly has sliders maxed on tits and ass, and the game almost dares you to press the wrong option.

What really got me was how the netorare stuff sneaks in while you are distracted by all the other porn. You are busy enjoying some oral in a dark alley with a fantasy milf who lets you grab her big ass with both hands, then later you find out she also plays with a different guy’s character and suddenly there are scenes where you are stuck watching your girl get pounded by some taller, darker avatar with stats clearly better than yours. The game lets you choose if you want to join, stop it, or just watch, and I hate how often I picked “watch” just to see where the dev takes it. There is this brutal little school corridor scene where your supposed partner is pushed up against a wall in a schoolgirl uniform, skirt flipped, panties around one ankle, getting railed by some other player while your POV character stands there useless and hard, and it hits different because you already fucked her in another route. Or maybe it doesn’t, I don’t know, I’m not your therapist. The interracial stuff kind of blends with the fantasy races, so sometimes you are not sure if you are banging a dark-skinned elf, a real-world black guy’s avatar, or both. The line is thin, and the story likes to step over it, then pretend nothing happened. I wish the VR tech inside the story was explained less, honestly, the attempts at logic just get in the way of the next time someone drops to their knees and takes a thick cock down their throat like it’s no big deal. But here I am, still clicking “next” like an idiot, because every time I think I’ve seen all the kinks, it goes, “what if we twist this relationship one more time” and suddenly that same girl moaning under you is someone you probably shouldn’t be touching at all.

The Warrior of Light is fucked up in the head and the body, in the best way. You start not as some fresh rookie, but as a hero who already burned through all the epic bullshit and paid for it. Your power runs on feelings, and you basically overdosed on emotions. So now the plot is simple and kinda genius: to get your strength back, you need therapy that is not really therapy, more like “let’s weaponize affection, horniness and cuddling” while you crawl through this weird mix of parody fantasy and horny sandbox. It feels like someone read the source material with one hand and a grin, then asked: “ok but what if all the bonding scenes actually went where the fanfics always wanted them to go?”

You hop around locations like a point and click pervert, poking at things, pestering girls and guys, flirting with monster cuties that really should not be that adorable. One moment you chill with a smug mage who keeps teasing you about “purely magical research”, next moment a towering monster girl is talking about eating you and you are not sure if she means your soul or your cock. The game lets you play both as the big-name hero and, in some scenes, slide into a female POV who is just as horny and just as messy. Lesbian moments don’t feel like they were slapped in for a tag checklist, you actually get that slow, stupid build: hands brushing, a joke that goes too far, a dare, then suddenly you are between her thighs and she is trying not to be too loud and failing. There is gay content too where your so-called “bro” from past battles suddenly remembers how intense your bond is and decides the best way to help you recover is to jerk you off while talking about old campaigns like it's totally normal. Straight stuff, anal, oral, soft romance, nasty power play, it is all there, but mixed so casual it almost feels like hanging out with old party members who just stopped pretending.

In between all this sex comedy, the game still remembers it is an RPG. There is turn based combat that looks kind of silly for someone who already saved the world, because sometimes you are fighting with your dick basically on cooldown. Skills fueled by emotions mean a blowjob scene can literally make you stronger in the next fight, which is extremely stupid and somehow perfect. You’ll be doing little “therapy sessions” where a lover slowly jerks you off while asking about your trauma, and then the UI happily shows your stats going up as you moan through it. The humor is half shitpost, half affectionate roast of the original story: characters misquote dramatic lines while riding you, someone tries to give a heartfelt speech and keeps getting interrupted by your hand on their ass. It is rough in places, not every joke lands, sometimes the sandbox pacing goes weird and you are stuck clicking through flirting when you just want to get railed, but that unpolished feeling makes it more like a horny fan project that grew too big and never learned how to behave. One scene you’re carefully romancing a shy girl, whispering sweet nothings while you lick her, next scene a smug dragon girl is using your face like a chair and calling it “treatment” for your emotional overload. It should not work. It kind of does.