Jenny’s story hits that weird sweet spot between horny fantasy and something that feels like pages torn from a messy teenage diary that got fucked by a succubus on the way to publication. She’s a futa trying to pretend she’s just a normal girl, which is already funny because the very first time the game lets you see her in the mirror, the camera lingers on her tits and her cock like the dev spent hours thinking about how shame actually looks. Not the Tumblr, “I am sad about society” shame, but the “I’m clenching my thighs in the school bathroom because I got hard when my teacher adjusted her bra” kind of shame. The game keeps making these small moments where you’re half turned on and half thinking, “wow, yeah, that’s exactly how a brain spirals when it wants to cum and disappear at the same time.”

The fantasy angle sneaks up on you. At the start it just feels like a horny slice-of-life about a futa girl trying not to think about sex in public, and then suddenly there’s this quiet reveal that maybe her body is not a random mistake at all, that there are reasons, old magic, weird bloodlines, stuff that sounds like low-budget Tolkien fanfic but with way more titfucking and anal. You go from watching Jenny panic about changing in the locker room, trying not to pop a boner while other girls strip and gossip, to getting shoved into situations where exhibitionism stops being a kink tag and becomes a very conscious choice. Do you let them see? Do you let them touch? There’s this one scene where a “puzzle” is basically about how much you’re willing to expose yourself to a group, and if you “solve” it the serious way, you unlock an animated group sex moment where a shy virgin girl ends up pinned between Jenny’s big ass and another girl’s tongue. The logic of the puzzle almost doesn’t matter, because your brain has already built the sexual rhythm around it. It pretends to be a game about clues, but it’s really about pressure, teasing, and that edge between romantic confession and public indecency. And yeah, the romance parts sometimes feel almost too sweet, like someone slipped a wholesome yuri VN into a browser tab full of ahegao and internal view shots, but then there’s a milf casually groping Jenny in a side corridor, talking about “helping her relax” while you decide if you’ll let her pull your panties down or not, and the game remembers exactly what kind of website you found it on. Jenny spends half the time trying to stay in control and the other half getting ruined by her own body, her own curiosity, and her shitty habit of masturbating at the worst possible moment, with toys or fingers or somebody’s tongue, and the story is just that constant tug-of-war between “don’t let them know” and “please, someone, watch me cum.” It feels clumsy and horny and too honest in a way a lot of adult games are scared to be.

It’s messy in a way that feels uncomfortably real, like watching someone make the worst decisions possible and still finding yourself leaning forward, curious where her next excuse will lead. Yumi moves through the story with this almost painful self-awareness - she knows she’s being watched, both by the player and the game’s world, but she never really stops preening for it. The first time she opens her blouse just slightly too far during that office scene, there’s no sound cue, no dramatic pause - just the soft rustle of fabric and that flicker of doubt on her face. I swear, that moment hit harder than any of the explicit stuff later. The game tries to sell corruption as gradual, but honestly, it’s more about how easily she adjusts to attention. Maybe that’s what makes it so believable.

Then again, sometimes it overplays its hand. There’s this one animation loop during a handjob scene where her eyes cross weirdly, and it pulled me straight out of it; felt more comedic than erotic - like a reaction meme frozen mid-spasm. But that’s part of its charm, right? It’s too earnest to be slick. Even the blackmail thread with Thompson manages to feel less like some grand scheme and more like the world’s creepiest HR problem spiraling out of control. Which, depending on your mood, could be hot or just exhausting. And yet, when Yumi whispers something half-hearted before giving in, it lands. Maybe because the voice acting doesn’t try to sound sultry - it sounds confused, nervous, real.

The lighting deserves attention though. Somebody clearly obsessed over skin tone gradients because every sweat bead looks deliberate. The husband scenes are quieter, tender even, though they carry that slow dread of knowing he’s already losing her. I found myself irrationally annoyed by his tie color - gray, always gray - as if that dull choice symbolized everything wrong with him. Maybe that’s reading too much into it. Or maybe the game wanted that reaction. Anyway, it lingers. You finish a session and keep thinking about those tiny hesitations, how desire can look like guilt when the camera holds just a second too long.

Office VPN says I'm doing “market research”, which is exactly what this game feels like: research on how far you can push a dude with a boring life until he decides, screw it, I’m going full villain for pussy. You start as this regular guy stuck in routine, same tiny wins, same weak porn on your phone before sleep, and the game basically looks at you and goes: what if you actually tried? Not in a motivational LinkedIn way. More like, what if you stop pretending you’re a good person and start pulling strings to get that thick, curvy beach goddess to suck you off behind the bar while the waves hit the sand in the background. It frames it like “choices” and “romance”, but man, some of those choices are straight up corruption, no sugar on top. You push her, you guide her, you break her limits, and the story keeps acting like this is a logical career progression.

What surprised me, from my nerd side, is how the pacing feels like a weird growth chart. Early game is flat line. You sit through a lot of “normal life” talk, texting, little flirty moments that feel almost too pure. You’re at the beach, they’re in swimsuits, tits obviously front and center, but the game teases more than it gives. Then suddenly one decision spikes the curve like a crypto pump. You go from a shy hug to having this “good mom” type wrapped around your dick, breasts pressing on your chest while she tries to convince herself she’s still a decent person. The AI-made images actually lean into that: you get these scenes where the milf’s ass fills half the screen, swimsuit riding up, expression kind of guilty, kind of hungry. Sometimes the faces look a little off and I got distracted counting the fingers like some data QA freak, but then the next CG drops and now she’s on her knees, drool on her lips, and I forget to complain. It sells the fantasy that you’re the one driving her from romantic cuddles to full-on obedient plaything. Even when the dialogue gets a bit awkward, like Google Translate had a stroke, the mood stays hot because the game leans hard on tension and slow burn. A hand on her thigh at sunset. Her pretending she’s just “helping you relax”. The way her huge tits strain against that already too-tight top. Then you click one aggressive option and boom, you’re grabbing her hair, guiding her mouth, and she lets you, because by then you’ve already nudged her down that slope click by click.

If you want to squeeze the most juice out of this thing, don’t speedrun the lewd stuff like a horny raccoon. Take the “nice” options sometimes, build that fake romance, then flip to the more controlling choices when she’s already half in love and confused. Let her think you’re her safe place while you’re the one pushing her into dirtier scenes. The payoff hits way harder when you’ve seen her in the cute beach dates and late-night talks first, then watch her end up with cum on her tongue, looking up at you like she can’t believe what she’s doing and still wants more.

City looks almost normal from far away, but when you drop into this game and see that alley, with the corpse still fresh and those glowing symbols scratching the walls, it feels like you just walked backstage into the wrong show. You’re Detective Hart, sure, big coat, serious face, typical noir guy, but the story flips so fast. The ritual doesn’t stop with the dead body, it kind of slides under your skin instead. One minute you click on a weird relic to “inspect evidence”, next minute you’re flat on your back with some smug milf in shredded cosplay heels grinding her huge ass over your chest, explaining “arcane marks” while her tits are basically screaming in your face. The whole point & click thing becomes this slow tease: every hotspot you explore is like someone putting a thumb on your zipper, not pulling yet, just testing the tension.

Artifacts in this city don’t just give power, they pick their toys, and they really like you. There’s this one scene in a run-down club, all neon purple reflections and sticky floor. You’re supposed to interrogate a suspect, female dom vibe from the start, tight latex corset, fake demon horns, that smug ahegao half-smile like she already knows how you taste. You click on her boots first, because of course you do, and suddenly the POV drops right to the floor. She pins your wrists with one heel, toes sliding over your crotch, slow, lazy footjob while she “questions” you about the Queen. Every question is an order. Every answer you get wrong, she speeds up a little. And you kind of want to get them wrong. The game doesn’t shout at you about choices, it just lets you click, react, and then you realize that one tiny decision in a dialogue tree means the next CG is a rough titfuck against a wall instead of a soft blowjob on the couch.

Best part is how messy the sex is with the magic stuff. These cursed relics keep warping scenes. Like, you pick up this small, innocent looking amulet in an antique shop, and when you come back to your motel, the milf landlord is waiting in the hallway in a “just a towel” cosplay that never existed before. You see it in POV, her big tits dripping water, towel half-open, and she starts “helping” you relax from the case. Handjob at first, slow, almost too gentle, then she uses those huge breasts and spits on your shaft, pushing them together, fucking you between them while the amulet pulses somewhere on the nightstand. If you click on her eyes instead of her chest, she suddenly goes full ritual mode, climbs on top, rides you raw, big ass bouncing in your lap while she whispers about the trapped Queen and how your cum is part of the key. She holds you inside when you start to twitch, no choice to pull out, you feel that creampie vibe in the CG, her stomach slightly tense, that satisfied, filthy ahegao like “yeah, that one counted”.

Later, when the anal scenes start showing up, it’s not just random kink. It’s like every time you press too deep into this cursed world, the women press too deep into you. There’s this alleyway callback, where a cosplaying cultist pins you to the hood of a car. She’s in some fake nun outfit that would get you banned from half of Twitch, and she uses your own tie to bind your hands. You think it’s just another blowjob, her lips working up and down, spit glistening, her hand twisting your shaft, but the relic under her garter flares and suddenly she turns around, spreads her big ass, and just sinks down on you in one brutal move. No slow prep, just that one hot, painful-good thrust, her ass swallowing your cock while she looks over her shoulder making full ahegao, tongue out, eyes rolled, like the demon queen is watching through her. And yes, I know I said my favorite was the tender motel titfuck, but I lied, this rough car-hood anal owns my brain now. The teasing in this game is cruel in a fun way: they let you hover right at that edge with a foot sliding along your shaft, or a tongue circling just the tip, then slam you deep into a scene that ends with a messy creampie and a little note somewhere in the UI that another artifact “accepts your offering”. It’s horny, clumsy in spots, the AI CG sometimes makes a thigh too thick or a hand slightly weird, but honestly that makes it hotter, like a dirty sketchbook instead of some perfect poster. Every new scene feels like fuel for a different burlesque number in my head, lots of slow reveals, big ass turns, lipstick marks on detective badges, and a city that moans back when you touch it in the right place.

You start as this ex–special forces guy who suddenly feels completely useless, which is kind of funny because he’s ripped, trained, all that macho stuff, and then some slime girl with tits bigger than his head just shrugs off rifle fire like it’s nothing. The world is getting chewed up by these dungeons that keep popping open like zits, monsters spilling out, magic everywhere, normal logic out the window. Then the whole “Awakened” thing kicks in, and he basically goes from soldier to magic freak with a hard-on, trying to clean up the mess in a way the army never trained him for. It’s not a heroic story in the usual sense, more like: “okay, the planet is screwed, might as well fuck my way through the problem while I’m at it.” The game leans into that. You go from room to room in these dungeons, talking to girls who really should be your enemies, but somehow they’re all stacked like hentai convention mascots and have faces that melt into ahegao the second your clothes come off.

The tone is weirdly calm at first. There’s this slow pace where you wander around the hub, poke different events, check who’s hanging out where, and it feels like a chill fantasy sandbox with magic and politics and people coping with monsters at the door. Then you stumble into a chamber and you’re suddenly pinning a demoness with wings and a ridiculous ass against a wall, stuffing her full until she’s moaning with that over-the-top tongue-out expression. The scenes are animated just enough, with these 3D-style CGs that loop and shift angles, and the dev is clearly horny for big breasts because every woman looks like gravity is just a suggestion. I like how the dungeon itself is part of the story, not just a corridor to spam fights. You discover weird rules, like doors that only open if you “satisfy” the guardian, or a cursed room that turns a regular battle into a domination scene where she tries to ride you into submission, then ends up getting creampied so hard the magic seal breaks. It’s stupid, but in a good way. And the facial detail when they hit that ahegao point? Uncomfortably good.

The slow-burn parts shine the most. Talking to a monster girl you fought last time and now she’s in your base, pretending she’s there against her will, while clearly waiting for you to take charge again. You learn bits of how their world connects to ours: some of them were human, some were born from the dungeon itself, and everybody’s sort of stuck in this war where sex and power are completely tangled. Couple of times I wished the UI didn’t hide the damn interaction spots in the hub because I spent like ten minutes circling around a tavern just to trigger one scene with a sorceress whose robe doesn’t even pretend to close over her boobs. That annoyed me and then I forgot because the next thing was her bent over a magic circle, gasping while you pump her full, white dripping all over the glowing runes. The domination angle is nice too, since you can play the protagonist as someone who enjoys having control in bed, even when the girl is technically a monster who could snap him in half. The writing isn’t “high literature”, but honestly it fits. Feels like reading a horny webnovel where the author really likes describing asses, and bodies, and that moment right after the creampie where her belly twitches and she pants and stares at you like “again?” and you’re like, yeah, obviously.

Holly looks like that girl from your college group project who always did the whole report, and here you basically watch what happens when life starts poking holes in that “good girl” armor. It starts pretty innocent: she moves out, needs a job, thinks she’ll just work hard and be boring and responsible. Then her “dream opportunity” turns out to be in this media company that lives on flirting with the line between normal content and straight up porn. At first she’s just sitting in an office trying not to stare when someone is looking at explicit stuff on a monitor right next to her. There’s this scene where she pretends to focus on Excel while a video with a huge black guy fucking some petite redhead is playing two desks away, and you can feel how she’s annoyed and horny in the same time. The game really pushes that slow slide, where she still thinks she’s pure while her hand is under the desk, rubbing herself because she “just needs to relax a bit after work”. Sure, Holly. Sure.

The fun part is how the story steals tricks from fanfic culture. You know how people write canon-compliant fics where one tiny choice changes everything? Here you get that in a dirty format. You can keep her on the almost-vanilla route, loyal to her relationship, saying no to the creepy boss who likes to “test the talent” in private. There’s this date scene that feels like bad Wattpad, in a cute way, where she tries to act normal at dinner after she accidentally spent her lunch break watching a lesbian casting interview in the studio downstairs. She stares at the waitress’s ass longer than at the menu and you get to choose if she admits it or just lies and blushes hard. Or you can start pushing her into more humiliating stuff, like agreeing to “help” with a live stream by playing the shy intern who gets talked into showing just a little more skin, then a bit more, then suddenly she’s topless in front of thousands and some guy behind the camera is groping her tits because “audience engagement is dropping”. The game loves that teasing stage, when she’s saying “no, I’m not like those girls” while her nipples are hard and her boss is already unzipping his pants. There is a very specific blowjob scene in an office chair where she’s trying not to smear lipstick, and you have this stupid tiny choice about eye contact that changes the whole tone. If she looks up, it stops feeling like an accident and starts looking like she enjoys being under him, with his hand on the back of her head guiding the rhythm, almost choking her a bit, and that’s where the corruption vibe really hits.

What I liked is how the “good” vs “bad” path doesn’t feel clean. Even if you try to play her as a saint, the game still throws temptations at her: a drunk night where she wakes up half naked with a girl from work, fingers still sticky, trying to remember who started the lesbian stuff; a “modeling test” that is totally not just masturbation on camera; a casting where a huge guy grabs her ass like it’s public property and she hesitates just long enough that he takes it as a yes. There is cheating, obviously. The first time she lets another man cum on her face, she sends her boyfriend a totally innocent selfie a bit later, pretending she was “busy in the office” while there’s still a tiny drop she didn’t wipe perfectly from her hairline. Interracial scenes are not subtle either. They lean into that porn logic where Holly keeps telling herself it’s “just work” while she’s sitting on a massive cock, stretched wide, cheeks slapping, and the director orders her to turn so the camera gets her big ass bouncing for the viewers. Sometimes she seems humiliated to the point of breaking, like when she has to strip in a place where anyone could walk in, covering herself badly while someone films, combining exhibitionism with that nasty little thrill of maybe getting caught. Other times she’s the one teasing, giving handjobs under the table during meetings, masturbating in the shower while replaying every dirty thing that happened that day. It’s a mess in a good way, like a fanfic that started as “college romance” and somehow ended with the heroine groped from all sides in a crowded club, half ashamed, half hungry for more. And anyway, I still can’t forgive that one scene where the phone UI in-game looks like a cheap WhatsApp clone, my brain keeps focusing on that tiny detail every time she’s sexting some guy instead of paying attention to the filthy stuff happening in the room.

Neuro/Splice feels like someone grabbed a cyberpunk thriller, a fucked‑up body swap fetish, and a humiliation dungeon, blendered it together, and then forgot to clean the mess off the walls. In a good way. You’ve got this cop Ryke, corporate dog for NexaCorp, who ends up jammed into Cassie’s body, tossed straight into a mixed‑gender max security prison that looks like a cross between a riot and a sex club that never closes. He’s a guy in his head, stuck in this soft, dangerous female body, surrounded by assholes who think she’s just fresh meat. Guards grope when they feel like it, inmates test boundaries with “accidental” touches that are not even slightly accidental, and every little mistake you make, the game slaps you back with some brutal teasing or public humiliation. There’s this early scene where you misjudge who to talk to in the yard and instead of a simple “game over”, you end up pressed against a fence, hand forced between Cassie’s legs in front of half the block while some guard laughs and pretends it’s a “routine check”. That whole vibe of “you wanted to be the hero, now suck it up” never really stops. It keeps poking at the fantasy of control, then yanking it away. If you’re expecting soft cuddly romance, you loaded the wrong tab in your browser.

The wild part is that while Ryke is getting his ass metaphorically and literally beaten in Cassie’s skin, Cassie wakes up in his male body on the other side of the fence with all the power he used to enjoy. Suddenly the hunted rebel girl is the scary dude in uniform, walking down halls where people flinch when she passes. She can abuse that. Hard. Use her new status to harass coworkers, push underlings around, “search” suspects with hands that stay way too long in the wrong places. There’s this interrogation room scene where you can lean into full male domination, pushing a nervous female tech against the table, fingers slipping exactly where HR would have a heart attack, all under the excuse of “investigation procedure”. Or you can pretend to be decent while constantly edging the line, which is almost worse. The game loves turning basic choices into fetish traps. Say the polite thing, you still get dragged into some forced stripping in the showers later. Try to act tough, you get chained up, spanked, and mocked like a bratty girl who forgot her place. It toys with netorare stuff in a really sneaky way too. People talk about “Cassie” like she’s a thing that can be used, and you know it’s Ryke in there screaming, but the body reacts, the nipples harden, the thighs tremble, and the game does not let you pretend that isn’t hot. Meanwhile, outside the prison, Cassie in Ryke’s body gets chances to steal other people’s lovers, ruin relationships, and then walk away like it was nothing. It hits that nasty “I stole your girl and she liked it better” kink and then just moves on like it never happened. Honestly, I wish they toned nothing down. The more it kicks at comfort zones, the more it actually feels alive.

New Antioch feels like somebody took a brutal dark fantasy, smashed it into a porn game, then asked, “ok, but how much filth can we cram between all this blood and rusty armor?” You play as Mateo, this cold bastard enforcer everyone whispers about, the guy nobles send when they want someone broken, not just beaten. On paper you’re a loyal dog of this dusty mining province, stomping around a dead world that never really recovered from the last time humans fucked everything up. In practice you’re sneaking into the capital with a grudge, a hard-on, and way too much freedom to ruin people’s lives. One moment you’re ankle deep in corpses after a raid, the next you’re in some torchlit room humiliating a noble milf who has more jewelry than self-respect, riding your cock while begging you not to tell her husband. The game never pretends to be wholesome. You get romance, sure, but it’s the kind where you might pull a girl’s hair while she’s choking on you, then later actually feel weirdly protective when she flinches at someone else raising a hand.

The sex scenes are wild, and not in the “oh cute missionary with soft music” way. There’s a virgin priestess shaking so hard she can’t even guide you in, bleeding a bit while you slowly push deeper and whisper the most rotten shit in her ear. There’s a smug monster-looking thing you thought would just be a boss, but then you realize the “victim” chained near it is actually into it, and you end up watching way longer than you should, jerking yourself off like some pervert in the shadows. One of my favorite bits was this drunk, foul-mouthed older woman running a rundown tavern near the city walls, brown skin, messy hair, big ass. She pretends she hates you, spits insults, but when you corner her in the back room and tell her you know about her little smuggling side business, suddenly she’s on her knees, slurping you like she’s been waiting all year for that threat. The game gives you lots of those ugly little power moments: blackmail, humiliation, rough sex where you grab hips hard enough to leave bruises, or shove a girl’s face into the mattress while she moans that someone might hear. There’s even some twisted netori flavor when you bang a knight’s “pure” fiancée while he’s out dying for his banner, then smile at him later like nothing happened, still remembering the way she clawed your back and begged you to cum inside. It’s cruel, messy, unromantic and somehow still has these rare scenes where someone kisses you soft and nervous, and for a second you almost forget this whole world is just rotting slowly into dust.

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.