Girl goes to a “normal” summer camp job and ends up getting body‑jacked by a horny fertility goddess with zero boundaries, that’s the vibe here. She clocks in expecting brats, mosquitos and bad cafeteria food, and instead wakes up with a thick new surprise between her legs and a goddess in her head giggling like “oops, my hand slipped.” From that point it’s not really a camp anymore, it’s a playground. You’re walking around this peaceful fantasy forest with cabins and lakes and then suddenly you’re pinballed between monster babes, stacked milfs and campers who are way too curious about what you’re hiding in those shorts. The game leans hard into her being both the teaser and the toy. One moment she’s pressing some poor flustered girl up against a tree and groping those tits like she’s kneading dough, and the next she’s on her knees with her own mouth full, acting like this was not in the job description while clearly enjoying every second. Classic “I shouldn’t… but I absolutely will.”

I like how the main girl starts out kinda panicked, like “what the hell is this thing hanging from me” and five scenes later she’s using it like a laser pointer to get people’s attention. There’s this one bit where a big‑ass, big‑tits camp counselor milf corners her in the storage shack, half scolding, half staring at the bulge, and slowly drags a hand down over it. That grab is shameless, the kind where you can almost hear the fabric stretch. Then she drops to her knees and you get this sloppy, messy oral scene where the milf is way too experienced, like she’s been waiting years for someone to show up with this exact equipment. Contrast that with the shy monster girl in the woods, who pretends she wants to “study” the new anatomy and ends up getting pinned against a rock, tail twitching while she’s ground on until she’s begging. The flirting is actually funny sometimes, very “lesbian disaster with magic dick tries to act smooth and fails” and I’m into that energy. Some dialogues are awkward in the wrong way though, like someone typed it on their phone during a bus ride and never read it again, but somehow that fits the messy, horny chaos of the story. Nothing is polished, everything is thirsty, and the goddess just keeps whispering in her head like a rude little coach, egging her on to go further, get rougher, try new holes, push new buttons. It all snowballs fast, from teasing and light groping at the lake to full‑on futa pounding behind the cabins, pussy eating in the showers, and girls sitting on her face like it’s a camp activity. At some point you forget there was ever a normal job involved at all, which is honestly exactly the point.

Mooncity feels like that messy shelf in my figure closet where everything is thrown together, but somehow my eye still goes first to the cute dangerous girl with blood on her sword. The story pretends to be about this quiet guy, Welt, shipbuilder boy who just wants to care his mom and mind his own boring life, but the city basically grabs him by the collar and drags him through filth and boobs at same time. One street has cult idiots, next corner some gang shaking people for coins, then suddenly, oh, fluffy-eared escort leaning on the wall, tail flicking, asking if he wants “company” like she’s talking about tea instead of grinding his soul out of his body. I like that the game acts serious and horny in same breath. Sometimes it even works. Sometimes it feels like drunk fanfic I still bookmark.

The visual novel parts do a lot of heavy lifting here. You click, you read, you choose, and then suddenly you are in a brothel room with a wolf-girl warrior who has scars on her belly and this smug smile like she already undressed you ten moves ago in her head. She talks about work, about hunting monsters, about how she loves strong men, and then mid-sentence she just straddles the poor boy and rides him until his legs look like jelly. There is no shy fade to black, she keeps talking, teasing, asking if he likes being squeezed by strong thighs, if he prefers claws on his back or soft fur on his face. And when you think “okay, that was the lewd scene”, she just flips him over and starts using him like toy. I hated that. I replayed it three times. The monster girls are like that too: one flower-demon girl in the arena smiles really sweet, with petals on her head like cute headband, then traps Welt in thick vines, spreads his legs and makes him cum just from rubbing plant tendrils against his cock while audience screams for blood. It is awful and yes, I have screenshots saved in my Telegram chat with myself. By the way, the fishing minigame can go fuck itself, why is it more annoying than fighting actual monsters? Anyway. The turn-based combat surprised me because sometimes it suddenly gets rough in a fun way, like you think this is just grinding, but losing a fight means you wake up half naked, covered in bite marks from some catgirl thug, wallet empty and dignity missing, and you kind of want to lose again just to see what she does if she gets bored. The game world is cruel, filthy, too horny in stupid places and not horny enough in one or two scenes I really wanted more, but Mooncity feels alive in that sick, cute, broken way I keep collecting in my heart.

Vacation porn game brain-rot really hits different when you’re trying to sneak a quick fap between putting laundry in the dryer and yelling at a kid to please stop sticking LEGO in the fan. This thing drops you in a fancy Hawaii hotel where everyone is way too hot, way too horny, and somehow no one is screaming about school lunches. You make your own girl at the start, and I spent way too long swapping hairstyles and bikinis instead of actually getting railed. It feels a bit like scrolling Instagram filters while secretly thinking “yeah, I’d let that guy choke me a little.” You pick hair, outfits, vibe, and then suddenly you’re that girl who actually went on vacation instead of just saving travel TikToks she’ll never use. The hotel itself is like a horny labyrinth. Lobby, pool, bar, balcony, little side walks near the beach, and it’s all just excuses to bump into one of the love interests and pretend you’re here for “romance” when you’re really waiting to see who’s gonna pin you to the bed first.

Each route starts all sweet and “oh, aloha, welcome to the resort” and very quickly turns into “okay, who’s on top and who’s begging.” There’s a soft one who looks like he’d write you poems, except the moment you give him a little green light he’s grabbing your wrists and telling you how good girls behave. Another one has that smug vibe, like a guy who knows exactly how wet he’s making you just by leaning a bit closer than normal while he “teaches” you something pointless. Little teasing lines like “You’re blushing. Are you thinking about what I could do to you later?” and I’m just here trying to tap choices with a thumb that still has dish soap on it. It sells that slow burn pretty well: lingering eye contact at the bar, accidental thigh touch at dinner, your character’s inner thoughts getting dirtier with every scene. Then it flips and she’s the one taking control, pushing him back on the bed, riding his face like she owns the suite. Halfway through one scene at the balcony I actually forgot the potatoes in the oven, because I really needed to see if she was going to make him beg or if he’d snap and pin her against the rail. She makes him wait. Makes you wait too. Edge city. Honestly hot as hell.

What I liked is how your choices don’t just give “good ending / bad ending” stuff. You lean into being a brat, you get different lines, different positions, different ways they talk to you. Say the wrong thing and the guy you thought would be a total dom suddenly gets shy and you end up on top, guiding his hands, teaching him how you want your pussy touched. Say the bold thing and the mood changes: voice drops, he moves closer, hand on your neck, asking if you really thought you could tease him and walk away. There’s one route where your girl starts all sweet and respectful, then bit by bit realizes she likes holding the power. She’s the one telling him when he’s allowed to come, whispering in his ear, making him stay hard while she grinds and pulls his hair. I wish the text box wasn’t so damn tiny, I keep scrolling back like an idiot because my thumb presses the wrong choice, and it annoys me every single time. Still kept playing. The romantic parts hit, then they throw in dirty talk that’d make a nun drop her rosary, then go back to kissing in the rain like it’s a drama show. Some endings are all cuddly and stars in the sky, others have you getting fucked raw on hotel sheets with your legs shaking and him telling you exactly how many times you already came. And in between all that, I’m just pausing to check if the kids are still on YouTube and not behind me reading over my shoulder. This game is way too horny for the amount of towels I’m folding.