Arthur dies like a loser and wakes up like a problem. That is the best way I can describe Inanna Revenge. You start as this bored 21 year old with a stepsister and zero future, and suddenly a smug goddess picks you up, dusts you off and throws you into a medieval fantasy world where tits are big, asses are even bigger, and everybody pretends they are serious mages while their clothes barely exist. Visually it feels like Honey Select on a good hair day, but with someone actually caring about light and angles. The girls have that glossy, almost plastic perfection, but the game leans into it, like it knows it is fetish material first and realism second. When a priestess bends to examine a magic circle and the camera just stays behind her for way too long, that is not an accident. It is voyeurism baked into the storytelling. You are supposed to stare. I did. I would complain about the weird way some hair clips through armor, but I know I will just forget it next time a boob jiggle animation happens at the right moment in a spell scene.

The structure feels like a visual novel that swallowed an RPG book and did not chew properly. You walk around, talk, grind a bit, unlock skills, then suddenly you are in turn based combat trying not to get your party wiped by some slime that later will probably be used to lubricate someone. Stats actually matter enough that I restarted once after building my Arthur as a soft-hearted romantic idiot, then watched him fail at dominating a girl who was practically begging to be collared. There is a mentality gauge for the MC that slowly twists his reactions. You go nice guy, he acts soft and protective, more romance, more blushing kisses, slower teasing, loving oral and creampie scenes that almost feel like a date you accidentally recorded. You go pragmatic or just a bit cruel and the vibe becomes different. Hands on throat, firm groping, making a mage strip as a reward, pushing a girl to obey while she tries to pretend she is not into it. It is not hardcore evil, more like "I know you want to be used so let me use you" energy. Sometimes the game sells the romance so well that you feel bad turning a girl into a submissive pet. Then you see her kneel, lips open, and you forget. Or maybe that is just me, scrolling with one hand and pretending this is about character development.

The harem stuff is handled with more taste than I expected and less taste than your mom would approve. You can be gentle boyfriend type with one girl and cold master with another, and the art actually reflects that. Same girl who melts in a soft cuddle scene later looks glassy eyed and flushed while you hold her by the hair and cum inside her, and the contrast is kind of hot. There is this one puzzle in a ruined temple, where you have to move magic sigils in the right order, and if you screw around too much you get a scene where your companion has to distract a corrupt noble by dancing for him. Watching her strip piece by piece while you desperately click around like an idiot on a Sudoku you did not study for is a funny kind of humiliation. I liked that more than the noble did. The optional sharing content is very on the nose. When you choose to let another guy touch your girl, the game really pauses and asks like "you sure, bro" and if you click yes, you better enjoy seeing her used while you watch. It is not jealousy pornography, more like "I arranged this and I own the situation" kind of netorase. If that is not your thing, you just switch it off in the settings and pretend nobody else in this universe has a dick. Sex scenes are longer than usual for these games which is nice and also sometimes annoying when you just want to finish and it keeps going with another angle of her swallowing or another slow creampie animation. But at least they feel different, not copy paste with new hair color. I wish the game had less mini games, to be honest, but I know the dev will never remove them, they love their little toys. Inanna Revenge is messy, horny, strangely emotional and not nearly as clever as it thinks it is, which might be why it works.

You start out as this scrawny little dragon hatchling, naked, pissed off, and already fantasizing about ruining an entire kingdom, and honestly that part feels more honest than half the “hero” games I test. There is no fake noble bullshit here. You crawl out, you learn how to roar, and then you slowly figure out how to turn terrified villagers into fucktoys, cultists, or snacks. Sometimes all three. Half the fun is just poking at the events to see which girl snaps, which one kneels, which one secretly wanted to be railed by a monster the whole time. And yeah, it leans into that point of view hard. The writing really likes putting you in the dragon head, watching the way she shakes when you pin her down, listening to her gasping voice crack while she begs you to stop and you very clearly do not. Then she says she’s a virgin and you get that special extra line when you break her on your cock and it’s fucked up and hot and also the text box bugs out sometimes and skips a line, which drove me mad because I had to replay the same defloration scene three times just to catch one sentence. Not that I’m complaining. I am absolutely complaining.

Some scenes go full corruption route. You grab a priestess, you mind break her with repeated creampies, and a few acts later she’s breastfeeding a dragon whelp while preaching some warped religion about serving your “holy shaft”. The game doesn’t flinch at lactation, bukkake, or turning someone who hated you into this smiling, dripping slave that moans your name like a prayer. Then next scene it casually drops a futa knight with a huge cock and treats it like this is just normal Tuesday. One run I had this whole harem of twins, a fluffy-eared monster girl, a noble girl who pretends she’s all about virtue but melts the second you shove it in her ass, plus a captive hero who turned out to be a trap, tied up and used as a toy by your own minions while you watch. That voyeur angle is done nicely, by the way, except when the voice playback randomly cuts out mid moan and I’m sitting there like “hello, I wanted to hear the ahegao breathy whine, not stare at a frozen mouth.” There is actual management too, not just click sex scene and done. You juggle fear and loyalty, throw slaves into breeding pits, assign who guards your lair and who warms your bed, and if you screw it up you get raided and lose your favorite big tits milk cow because you left her on public display. The mobile version somehow survives all this without crashing, which is impressive, but the UI on small screen is a total mess; I misclicked and sent a lesbian pair I was carefully corrupting straight into a gangbang event and skipped their slow-burn route. That was like 3 in-game weeks of edging my own curiosity gone in one tap. Still, when you finally storm the capital with a squad of collared ex-heroes, a monster girl warband, a couple of trans and gay followers who worship your cock like it’s sacred, everyone dripping, everyone screaming, and you’re just slamming into some princess from behind while your cum from earlier is still leaking out of her mouth from the titfuck scene, it hits that primal “yeah, I own this world now” spot in a way most porn games only promise.

Star Periphery feels like someone smashed a lewd dating sim into a busted space freighter and just left the whole mess running. You’re this skinny space nobody with more hormones than sense, tossed into a universe where every second woman has a thick cock, big tits, a mean streak, or all three, and half the time you’re just trying not to stare while your eyes are glued to their asses anyway. It starts pretty simple, wandering around this rusty station full of flickering neon and suspicious stains, but it sneaks up on you. One moment you’re just checking a cargo manifest, next moment a smug futa customs officer has you pressed to a wall, one gloved hand casually groping your ass while she pretends to be “searching for contraband.” That scene sold me, honestly. The way she keeps her voice calm and bored while you’re clearly leaking through your panties, teasing you with slow strokes over the fabric, then just walks away like nothing happened. Loved it. Actually I hated it because I had to reload after choosing the coward dialog and missing half the scene, but that’s another thing.

The voyeur stuff is weirdly strong here. There’s this bit where you end up stuck in a crappy hostel pod, thin bulkhead, cheap audio insulation, and you can hear a monster girl mechanic in the next room railing some poor femboy trainee. You only see flashes through a broken panel and some flickering HUD readout, but you hear everything. Wet slaps, his breathy little whines, her low voice telling him to “push back more, toy” while she spanks his ass red. No explicit camera angle, no heroic close-up of internal cumshots, just your imagination and some nasty audio. It feels more filthy than most straight up porn scenes. Then later the game turns around and throws full-on internal views at you, showing a massive futa shaft stretching your virgin ass open while some clinical scanner overlays data on muscle tension and depth. It’s kind of hot, kind of medical, kind of fucked. In a good way. Maybe. I’m still not sure. Anyway, the point is, it does both subtle and really not subtle, and sometimes in the same arc, which is confusing and nice.

What I liked most is how the romance sneaks into all the filth. There’s this MILF captain, big ass, heavy tits, looks like she bench presses starship engines for fun. At first she treats you like a disposable cabin boy, orders you to your knees for a “stress relief” handjob after a bad run, uses your mouth while checking navigation on her tablet like you’re just another system. The first time she titfucks you, she doesn’t even look down, just talks about fuel prices while your cock is sliding between her slick cleavage and you try not to cum too fast or she’ll mock you. Then hours later she quietly asks if you want to sleep in her bunk instead of the cold cargo bay, spoons you from behind, hard cock pressed between your cheeks, no sex at all, just this heavy warmth and her arm over your waist. It feels almost wholesome, then she wakes you up in the morning by grinding against your ass and whispering “open up for your captain” and you remember this is still a dirty game about turning a shy guy into a proper slutty trap. Or not, depending on choices. Sometimes you can dodge the sissification paths completely and stay a more standard sub guy, and sometimes you walk straight into a shop that sells sex toys and walk out in a thong, collar, stockings and a remote vibrator inside you because a smug futa tech-girl convinced you it improves your “crew performance.” I swear I was trying to play it cool and avoid that content, then I clicked one flirt option in a bar and suddenly I’m kneeling while she adjusts my stockings and spanks me for fidgeting. It’s messy, half-polite, half-degrading, and I kept clicking anyway.

This one feels like someone took a horny fashion week, locked it inside a demon brothel and then said “ok, now make it emotional but still fuck a lot.” The House itself is basically a luxury showroom where every corridor feels like a backstage runway right before the models go out, except the models are demons and humans trying to fuck their way to a Hall of Fame. I’m a lingerie designer by job, so I notice stupid things first. The first time you meet one of the girls, the way her outfit tells you exactly who she is before she speaks really hit me. Lace that looks innocent from far, but closer you see it barely hides anything. Straps that look decorative, but they sit exactly where a hand would grab during sex. Superpowers here are not just some menu choice, they feel like extra accessories on a body. Power is styled, not only written. You’re a demon with memories locked away and somehow the story still wants you to care about feelings while also asking you “ok, which pussy do you want tonight?” It should not work, but it kind of does. Or it doesn’t. I can’t decide.

The whole “performer” angle makes the sex feel like a show you’re also directing, not only watching. There’s a moment where one girl is trying so hard to impress you that she holds her pose longer than is actually sexy, like a model freezing for a bad photographer. She keeps her legs open, panting, waiting for your next choice, and there’s this tiny second where you see her doubt slip through the dirty talk. That tiny second is weirdly hotter than the actual vaginal sex that follows. Speaking of that, the game is not shy. Penetration is treated like something serious, not “and then dick goes in, fade to black.” You pick how you approach, how rough, how soft, and her reaction is not just one repeated moan file in your mind. She complains, she teases, she even gets annoyed at you once for stopping halfway and I liked that a lot. No, actually I hated it, because I had to reload to see another option and the menu font is too damn small and now I am angry again. Anyway. The House is all about “who pushes which button” and sometimes that is literal: there are choices that feel like pressing a nipple, or sliding two fingers between lace and skin. The game pretends to care about your mission to save someone important, but every time a girl leans in, whispers in your ear, offers you her throat and her thighs, the whole grand destiny thing disappears like last season’s collection. Which is fine. Or not. I actually forgot to talk about the harem side, but you already know what that means. You start thinking “I’ll stay loyal to this one broken, beautiful demon” and two scenes later you are balls deep in someone else, promising her she is special too. And the thing is, the House believes you. That’s what sticks after closing the tab: all these women styled like living lingerie, each one trying to be your favorite outfit, while you pretend you’re choosing with your heart and not with your cock.