Local suburb, dead quiet, then this game drops you right in the middle of the kind of fucked up “family visit” everyone pretends never happens. You’re the short angry little dude in the house, the one with the chip on his shoulder and the impossible sister. She’s blonde, stacked like someone lost control with the breast slider, ass so fat it looks like the chair is about to file a complaint. She walks around like clothes are just a light suggestion, bending over in front of you, phone in her hand, half distracted, half teasing, like she knows exactly what she’s doing and still acts innocent. There’s this weird energy where you kinda hate her and kinda stare at her all the time. The game leans into that, hard. Sometimes she calls you “little man” and it stings more than it should. Sometimes she “forgets” to close her door and the angle you get is straight from a porn thumbnail. It feels trashy in a very deliberate way, like the dev is laughing and saying “yeah, you wanted this, don’t pretend.”

Then the local legends arrive. Big black dude, total neighborhood myth, the kind of guy every jealous little brother imagines as the worst possible scenario. Next to him, his smaller white sidekick, not small actually, just smaller than the giant. They show up with that lazy confident walk, like they already know what’s going to happen in this house and nobody can stop it. The moment they see your sister, the whole vibe shifts. Dialogue instantly goes from semi-normal to porn audition level, talking about her body, her ass, what they want to do to her, right in front of you. They’re not even subtle. It’s like the game wants you to sit in that humiliation, watching these walking meat towers size up your own blood, and the worst part is she doesn’t shut it down. She blushes, laughs, pretends to be offended, but she keeps giving them looks that say everything. The camera loves those moments, clinging to her huge boobs pressing against her shirt, her ass accidentally brushing against the black chad when she walks past him in the hallway. Accidentally. Sure.

There’s this one scene that stuck to my brain like gum on a shoe. You’re in the living room, pretending to play on your phone, but both of them are on the couch with her. She’s in the middle, practically drowning between them, the black guy’s hand stretched along the back of the couch, fingers a breath away from her shoulder, his white buddy leaning in close to whisper something in her ear that makes her cover her face with both hands. The text you get is pure taunt: they talk about “rearranging her insides,” about how your little body could never handle what she clearly wants. And the game doesn’t cut away. It lingers, zooms slightly, lets you see every little change in her expression while they crowd her space and you sit there, small, useless, pissed, and turned on in a way that makes you slightly hate yourself. It’s cheap, it’s crude, it’s absolutely not subtle, and then out of nowhere there’s one throwaway line from your sister showing she actually cares about you and it almost ruins the whole horny mood for a second. Almost. Then she bends over to pick something up, her ass swallowing her shorts, and your brain goes quiet again. I still don’t forgive the dev for the shitty text box font, by the way. It’s ugly as hell and I kept noticing it when I tried to focus on her tits, which feels like a crime.

Victor runs this filthy little tavern where the beer is basically background noise and the real menu is the girls. It all looks pretty normal on the surface at first, like any fantasy inn in those generic RPGs, wooden tables, drunk idiots, that kind of thing. Then you start poking around the back rooms, into the “training” areas, and suddenly it’s less about ale and more about how far you can push some poor blonde barmaid who thought she was just here to serve drinks. You’re not babysitting them or slowly teasing them over a hundred days, you’re just taking control and testing how much humiliation they can swallow before they break and start enjoying it. One minute you’re deciding prices for a special “service”, next minute you’ve got a shy girl on her knees under a table while a noble tries to pretend he’s still classy. It’s very honest filth. No fake romance padding, no “oh no I’m innocent” for ten hours, they start cracking fast, and that’s kind of the hook.

What I liked is how your choices feel petty and cruel in a small, believable way. Like, you’re not some god of the world, you’re just a bastard with a tavern key and too much free time. You decide if that blonde barmaid gets the cute outfit or the one that shows basically everything, and the game quietly tracks how ashamed she is when you send her out like that. You can drag her into the storeroom to “explain” what special attention rich customers expect, and it’s not some fade to black, you get clear CG of her biting her lip, eyes wet, still trying to keep dignity while you grab her by the hair and make her practice. There’s this one scene where you tell her to entertain a full table alone, no help, and every time she comes back to you she looks a little more broken, makeup smudged, clothes slipping, but also a bit more obedient. The art sells that so well that I actually paused a couple times, not because it was too much, more because it was exactly the right amount of mean. Then of course I sent her back anyway. I’m not proud. Actually I am.

The funny thing is the tavern management part is almost boring if you look at it from “normal game” eyes, but here it just works as a reason to keep degrading your staff. Money in, money out, upgrade this room so more drunks can watch a girl get used on a stage in front of everyone. You juggle which girl you push harder, who gets more humiliating tasks, who has to kneel next to the bar and service whoever drops enough coins. The fantasy world outside barely matters, it’s all about your little pocket of vice. The domination angle feels very intimate, sometimes almost too close, like when you force a desperate girl to thank you for using her, and the CG catches that exact second her fake smile turns into real, dirty excitement. I kind of hate how much that stuck in my brain. There is one tiny thing that annoyed me: a character kept fixing her hair in every damn scene and I started watching that instead of the actual sex, which is ridiculous, but then again it also made her feel like a real nervous wreck trying to look “presentable” while her throat is already sore. Anyway, this is not a gentle corruption story, it’s more like running your own pervert factory where shame is just another resource you squeeze until there’s nothing left.

Island Sun feels like someone took a guilty-pleasure soap opera, locked it in a resort hotel room, and whispered “you can be a bad girl now” in its ear. You play as Wendy, early 30s, blonde, thick in all the right places, with a fat ass that the camera clearly loves way more than her husband does. She’s supposed to be living that sweet island dream with Henry, but it takes like five minutes to realize the real vacation is about how many rules you can quietly break. The whole thing runs like a visual novel on autopilot at first: nice beach, sunny streets, people way too friendly for no reason. Then you notice how often dialogues turn into “innocent” touches, “accidental” gropes, and those camera angles that just stay on her tits for a bit too long. You click “joke back” once and suddenly an NPC’s hand is on her thigh and she’s not pulling away very fast.

The choices hit harder than they look, even when the game pretends they don’t. You get those fake safe ones like “be polite” vs “flirt a little” and you think, ok, nothing wild. Two scenes later that polite option has Wendy drinking with some local dude and you’re watching her slowly slide from shy small talk into doing a blowjob in a dark corner of the resort bar, trying not to ruin her lipstick. Sometimes she resists, sometimes she just… leans into it, and that’s where the corruption part starts to feel dirty in a good way. One moment you’re helping her keep her marriage intact, next moment she’s grinding on a sunbed with a stranger’s hand under her bikini, and she’s thinking about Henry for like half a second before her eyes roll back. I liked that some scenes don’t go full porn right away. You get a handjob behind a palm tree, or a quick suck in a hot tub while the bartender pretends not to see, before the game starts throwing rougher stuff in your face. There’s this one scene in a hotel hallway where a guy just pushes her back to the wall and kisses her like he owns her, and her body gives in long before her brain does. You can shut it down if you want, but it really feels like you’re fighting against the game’s own horny gravity.

What really caught me is how the island itself becomes kinda like a pervy character. You start to recognize places as “oh yeah, that’s where I let the gym trainer pull her bikini top down” or “that’s the spot she kneeled between that muscular guy’s legs and tried to take his whole cock in her mouth while the ocean was behind them.” The resort feels safe on the surface, but every door you click is another chance for Wendy to cheat, or almost cheat, or pretend it was an accident while cum is still drying on her lips. The corruption curve is uneven in a way that feels human. One day she’s acting like a horny slut, swallowing a load in a hotel room while her wedding ring glows in the light, next day she’s blushing like crazy because somebody grabs her ass in the pool and you’re like, girl, after what you did yesterday? Some people will hate that, but I kinda enjoyed that she’s not just instantly turning into a porn robot. Just don’t expect the story to respect your morals too much. You say “I’ll keep her faithful” and then the game hits you with a slow, teasing massage scene where the guy’s fingers slide under her panties in the most casual way, and her moans get a little too loud, and suddenly that promise feels fragile as fuck. By the time you’re making choices about who she spreads her legs for, the island already changed her, and honestly, you probably helped.

Valentine is not some shy anime boy with big eyes. He is this rough, slightly broken ex-soldier who now lives with bruised knuckles and bright lights in an MMA cage. The game throws you into his head right away, no slow build, no “tutorial date.” One moment you are watching him walk into a London gym, smelling sweat and cheap cleaning spray, the next moment a punch connects and time almost freezes on a close-up of teeth, blood, and that sick little grin he has when a fight finally gets good. It feels like a porn game that accidentally grew a spine and decided to care about pressure, about fear, about what happens when your body is your job and everyone wants a piece of it. Then it remembers it is porn and goes “oh yeah” and puts a girl on her knees in front of him, mascara already a bit ruined, tongue pressed against his shaft in an animated loop that honestly looks way better than I expected from a browser thing.

The sex scenes are where it stops pretending to be classy. You have blondes, brunettes, one fiery redhead with this smug face that just screams “I’m going to ruin your life and you will say thank you.” They are not just generic CGs slapped in. The camera loves the little things: a hand twisting in his shorts before she pulls them down, spit mixing with pre-cum on a blowjob, lips stretching wide around him, that tiny moment when the girl hesitates because she is still a virgin and then your click pushes everything forward. You pick if Valentine is gentle or if he just grabs her hips and buries himself inside like he forgot what patience means. Moans change, eyes change, the way they clutch the sheets or his skin changes. Sometimes you get a slow handjob next to a window after a fight, his knuckles still taped and bruised, her thumb lazily rubbing the tip while she whispers shit in his ear. Other times you go from locker room trash talk straight into a rough oral scene, her mouth full, cheeks hollowed, mascara a total mess, and you can actually see her throat flex when he thrusts too deep. I kinda hate how some of the dialogue sounds like a horny teenager wrote it, but then a single animation of a girl rolling her hips on his lap completely shuts my brain off and I forget to complain.