Bolsdip sounds like the kind of town where nothing happens, but then you walk around for five minutes and suddenly you are watching your hot neighbor masturbate through a half open curtain and pretending this is “part of the investigation”. You play this young detective who comes back home carrying big city attitude, small town trauma, and a dick that keeps voting against professional ethics. On the surface it is this classic mystery thing: weird disappearances, rumors about supernatural shit, people keeping secrets. But the game quietly keeps shifting everything into sex. Every clue, every locked door, every awkward chat in the college hallway somehow slides toward blackmail, seduction, or some fucked up mix of both where you are not sure if you are saving them or corrupting them further. It feels less like solving cases and more like peeling clothes off reality, one layer at a time.

The way it plays is relaxed and a bit messy in a good way. You click around town, poke at objects, wait for certain times of day, and different scenes unlock depending on what you already screwed up or screwed. One run I spent ages orbiting the local professor, this classy-looking woman who talks like she teaches ethics but dresses like she cosplays her own students’ fantasies. Conversation with her starts academic, about motives and perception and all that, then suddenly she is pressing you against her office desk, whispering about “research” while her hand slides down your pants. It’s not just “sex scene, reward, next”. She keeps referencing previous choices, teasing you for hesitating when she first offered to “help you relax”, and if you push back she flips into this cool femdom mode, sitting on her chair and making you kneel between her legs while she explains moral philosophy like it’s foreplay. I wish the transitions between normal talk and horny talk were less abrupt sometimes, but at the same time that abruptness kind of feels right, like how real desire cuts into small talk without asking.

Next door is the milf who looks way too perfect for this shitty little town. She bakes, she smiles, she leans over in yoga pants in a way that absolutely counts as exhibitionism. She acts all caring, nostalgic about when you were younger, but the camera angle really cares only about her tits and her ass. You end up in these situations where you “help” her carry boxes, fix some minor thing in her house, and the reward rapidly goes from a hug to her guiding your head between her legs on the living room couch while some boring TV show is on in the background. There is this one scene where she pretends to be half asleep on the sofa and you are standing there, watching her nipples harden under the shirt, and the game lets you choose whether to be a good guy or quietly slide your hand under the fabric. It feels dirty in a very aware way, like the game is staring right into that part of your brain that always wonders what you would really do if nobody judged you. And then, when you think you have the pattern, the game throws that hidden baocat thing at you, so suddenly you are clicking around locations looking for a ridiculous little mascot that unlocks some extra lewd toy or secret animation. It is silly, breaks the mood, makes you grin, and somehow also makes the next blowjob scene feel more earned, because you hunted a stupid cat for it. The whole thing ends up like a horny detective diary: a slow burn of mysteries, voyeur moments, guilt-flavored orgasms, and the constant sense that Bolsdip itself is getting wetter and weirder the deeper you push.

Guy starts broken as fuck. Not “a bit sad”, like actually hollow inside, just going through motions, sleep, work, repeat, porn as background noise, dead eyes. Game hits you with that right away. No heroic bullshit, no magic fix. Just a dude who lost something that mattered and now he’s stumbling around this city full of soft lights and quiet rooms and people who keep asking if he’s alright when it’s obvious he isn’t.

Then the women start showing up, and that’s where I went from “eh, just trying” to full-on addicted. They’re not cartoon bimbos who exist only to suck dick. They look thick and real, big tits that bounce when they walk, asses that fill the whole screen when they bend to pick something. And the way they move is what sold me. Little idle animations, tongue sliding around the tip when they do a lazy blowjob, fingers squeezing his shaft like they’re actually feeling the veins. First time I got a handjob scene, I literally stopped touching my mouse, just watching her jerk him while her boobs pressed into his arm, slow strokes, that wet sound looping just right. Oral scenes get nasty in the best way: spit strands, gagging a bit, her eyes watering when you push too deep, then she smiles with his cum on her lips. And when you finally push inside, the pussy animation is not just “in-out machine”. You see her folds stretch, his cock disappear inside, and then that moment where she grips him with her thighs and pulls him in all the way. Creampie shots are filthy as hell, thick load pulsing inside, then leaking out over swollen lips while she’s still breathing heavy. The best one I got was after a quiet, kind of sentimental build up. They talked, she opened up, he hesitated, then they fucked on the couch, and when he finished in her, she held him close like she didn’t want him to pull out, like the cum was some kind of anchor. It felt weirdly intimate and also I had my dick in my hand, so yeah.

What surprised me is the game actually lets you sit with his grief instead of rushing you from one sex scene to another. You’re choosing how this guy deals with pain: does he sink into random hookups, just using every big ass that offers itself as a distraction, or does he try real romance, slowly building something that might hurt even more if it fails. Some choices feel tiny, like texting late at night or ignoring a call, but later it hits you when one girl shows up at your place just to check on you, no sex at first, just talking on the bed, her hand finding yours. And then of course that turns into a sloppy blowjob minutes later with her on her knees between your legs, taking you all the way, moaning with her mouth full, but that first part, when she touches his shoulder and he flinches, is what sticks. Not everything is perfect: pacing sometimes drags with too much talking about his feelings and there was one scene where the angle made her head look slightly off and it pulled me out for a second, like “why is her neck doing that”. Also one of the early romantic bits tries too hard to be emotional and ends up kind of corny, but then right after that she rides him facing the window, tits bouncing, his hands gripping her hips while you decide whether to hold back or fill her up, and suddenly I didn’t care. It feels like a game made by someone who actually knows what it’s like to miss a person and then try to stuff that hole with sex and attention and messy relationships. Sometimes you chase comfort, sometimes you just want to raw dog your sadness away. The game lets you do both, and doesn’t judge, which honestly made the final creampie I got feel way heavier than it had any right to.

This kinetic novel hits different when you're just trying to kill time on the train. Naoki's basically fucked from every angle - no job, drowning in debt, dad vanished into thin air, mom's sick as hell. The guy's literally standing on a bridge ready to jump when this mysterious bar owner Mizuki shows up. Classic setup, right? But here's where it gets weird in a good way.

The fantasy element isn't some bullshit dragons and knights crap. It's more like... what if supernatural creatures just ran a bar and you had to work there? Mizuki's got this whole otherworldly vibe going on, and the contract Naoki signs isn't your typical employment agreement. Each shift reveals more about what's really happening, and honestly the pacing works even when you're half-distracted scrolling through your phone. The animated scenes don't overstay their welcome either - when things get steamy with handjobs and oral action, it feels earned rather than just thrown in for shock value. Though I gotta say, sometimes the dialogue drags when characters are explaining the magical world stuff. Like yeah, I get it, two worlds colliding, very deep.

What actually keeps me coming back is how the sexual content builds up naturally. Naoki's not some confident stud - he's broken down and desperate, which makes the intimate moments with various supernatural beings feel more... real? The vaginal scenes especially have this raw desperation to them that most games completely miss. Sure, it's a mobile game so don't expect groundbreaking mechanics, but for what it is, the story actually pulls you in. Mizuki's true identity mystery is genuinely intriguing, even if some plot threads feel like they're going nowhere fast. The whole "everything has a price" theme isn't just marketing fluff either - you can feel the weight of that contract hanging over every interaction.

Royal Madness is probably the closest thing to a horny fairytale written by a very drunk court painter who really likes cats with huge tits and smug faces. You’re tossed in as Lewis, bastard ocelot prince, and the world instantly treats your royal blood like a kink rather than a title. It’s not subtle about it. Every rival, every “enemy,” every supposed threat ends up circling one question: are you fucking them into your harem, or are they turning you into their cute little pet instead. The game doesn’t pretend to be noble. It treats power as a sex toy and nobility as an excuse to collar people and re-style their bodies until they match your tastes a bit too perfectly.

What I liked is that the characters aren’t just recolors of the same cat-girl with different boobs. The art actually feels like someone sat there and thought “ok, what if a smug lioness warlord had hips like a fertility statue and armor that only makes sense if her nipples are a political statement.” Sometimes it looks messy, lines a bit shaky, anatomy going off on its own adventure, but that fits the energy. It’s not corporate clean, more like horny sketchbook that got out of control. There is this rhino general, for example, huge chest, scars across the muzzle, and when you win their challenge the magic doesn’t just slap “now they are pretty” filter. No, you literally watch the body warp piece by piece, broad muscles smoothing or sharpening, maybe the tits swelling stupidly big while they gasp halfway between outrage and getting turned on by losing. That slow change hits way harder than a simple “transformation finished” screen.

The actual structure is that loose sandbox style where you hop from one hot mess to another, switching perspective between male and female protagonist when the story feels like it, not when you are ready. One scene you’re Lewis using magic to slowly erode the pride of a tiger knight, teasing him until his cock and even his voice betray how much he wants to kneel. Next time the game flips and you’re playing as one of your own ex-rivals, now loyal, wandering your palace and accidentally starting something filthy with a new intruder who thought they’d be the one on top. That shift is the fun part. You see the same harem from different eyes, sometimes as a conqueror, sometimes as the newest toy, sometimes as the one being “improved” by your own magic. And the kinks slide around too. One route gives you a stacked lion queen that you carefully nudge from terrifying monarch into doting, overprotective mommy dom, then another throws you against a seemingly submissive bunny clerk that ends with you collared, hips reshaped, moaning her name while she tests how flexible ocelot royalty can be when properly “reformed.” Half the time I was cursing at the tiny UI buttons and weird pacing, the other half I was staring at the screen of my phone on the tram, trying not to bite my lip like a complete idiot.

If you really want to squeeze every filthy drop out of it, don’t rush straight to the obvious sex scenes. Poke around the challenges, lose on purpose sometimes, see how the transformations twist when you’re the loser instead of the victor. Talk to characters again after you’ve changed them, especially the big tits crowd and the ones who pretended they didn’t care about you. Watch how their new bodies and new roles corrupt their own original goals. Treat each battle less like a level and more like a negotiation with the world’s nastiest fashion designer. That’s where the game actually gets hot.