This one feels like catching some dude’s dirty browser history and then realizing you kind of want to keep scrolling. You’re in this cramped little house vibe with a young guy who’s way too into his mom, and it doesn’t even pretend to be wholesome. It starts slow, just small stuff, watching her walk around in those tight clothes, the shirt that rides up when she reaches, boobs practically falling out. You click through his internal monologue, and he keeps telling himself it’s wrong, he’ll stop, he’ll be “normal”, all that. Then she catches him jerking off with her panties, and everything tilts. That scene is where I paused like three times just to grab GIFs, because her face slides from shock to this kind of hungry curiosity, and the animation leans in hard on that ahegao twist, tongue, eyes, the whole package.

Once that door is open, the game stops pretending it’s about “morality” and just goes into every kink it promised. There’s the slow burn romance angle where she’s stroking his hair, calling him her “good boy”, acting like she wants to protect him, and three lines later she’s on her knees, drool on his shaft, tits pressed together for a messy titfuck that ends in a creamy drip between her cleavage. And yeah, the big tits are not just background decoration, the camera keeps zooming on them, bouncing, squeezed in tight tops, nipples poking through when things get heated. You can go from soft handjob scenes on the couch, where the room is quiet and you only hear his breathing and the little wet strokes, straight to her bending over the bed for anal because she doesn’t want him to “risk” making her pregnant. That anal scene after the argument in the hallway was wild, she’s half mad, half turned on, telling him he’s a bad son while pushing her ass back on him, and then the game lingers on the creampie inside, like way longer than it needs to. Not complaining.

It’s kinda funny, sometimes it pretends like female domination is the main theme, with her ordering him to lick her feet, making him massage her legs and then sliding her toes over his dick, really slow, teasing him, talking about how boys shouldn’t touch their moms. Then suddenly he snaps and flips her on the bed and you get this rough male domination sequence where she’s begging for more, nails in his back, ahegao face in full glory, legs shaking while he pounds her. The spanking parts sit in a weird place for me: on one hand, great angles of her fat ass jiggling when he slaps it, red handprints blooming, panties pulled to the side. On the other hand, the sound effect there is just a bit off, like someone clapped in a bathroom. I kept noticing that, especially with headphones on, and then I forgot about it because she starts moaning louder and you get that slow zoom on his cock sliding inside her, wet and shiny, and yeah, brain empty again. There’s also a short masturbation scene where she thinks he’s asleep, rubbing herself on his bed, whispering his name, and that one might be my favorite, since it mixes the romance with the pure filth so well. Honestly it tries to act deep for a second with all his guilt and talk about leaving home, but it’s total bullshit in the best way, because every choice that looks “pure” still leads you into some new angle of oral, anal, or her riding him in the living room while the curtains are half open like they both want the neighbors to see.

Three hungover college idiots skip orientation, think they’re clever, and end up trapped in the most fucked up “sex education” punishment class the campus ever invented. That’s basically the pitch, but it hits different when you’re inside it. You’re stuck as the main girl, sitting there in this quiet classroom on a Saturday morning, thighs pressed together under a too-short skirt, while a teacher who looks like she walked out of a porn search for “milf professor with dangerous tits” explains how they’re going to “correct your behavior” using very hands-on lessons. On paper it’s just a kinetic novel, so no choices, but it kinda works like watching some fucked up series where you’re also inside the head of the main character, feeling every bit of her embarrassment and horniness. One second she’s trying to act innocent, next she’s on her knees under the desk, sucking cock so she doesn’t fail the course.

The nice thing is how it takes its time before going completely off the rails. First you get that school vibe, the awkward small talk between the three students, the quiet sounds in the hallway, the teacher acting strict but calm. Then you notice how her blouse buttons are just one second away from exploding, and her ass fills the skirt like gravity is working extra overtime on it. When she starts the “practical part”, it’s not just “everyone fuck now”. She calls you out first for skipping, makes you stand in front, checks your “body awareness” by literally groping your tits in front of everyone, slipping her hand under your bra and pretending it’s scientific. The two other students watch, shifting in their seats, and you feel the heat in your cheeks at the same time as the wetness between your legs. Oh, and she’s not just into guys. She gets on her knees, lifts your skirt and starts tasting you like some kind of reward for “honesty”, tongue working slow, fingers teasing, while the boys are ordered to sit still and not touch themselves. Of course they fail, and that’s when the group stuff kicks in. You get pushed on the teacher’s desk, legs spread, one guy eating you out while the other rams your mouth, and the milf holds your wrists and whispers filth in your ear about how bad girls need extra lessons. At some point she brings out a vibrator from her drawer like it’s a normal school supply and presses it against your clit while you’re already full, and the whole thing gets messy in a good way, lots of cum, spit, and that feeling like your brain left your body.

What caught me off guard is how the story keeps slipping little personal bits in between all the fucking. The main girl tries to act tough but you can tell she’s got this weird thing with authority, like every time the teacher raises her voice she gets wetter. There’s this short quiet moment in the restroom where she’s alone, staring at herself in the mirror, then she just gives up and starts masturbating in the stall, fingers buried deep, replaying what just happened in class, grinding her palm on her clit so hard you can almost hear it. And it doesn’t stay only student/teacher either. One of the older women involved in running the course looks suspiciously like she could be related to you, in a way that makes your stomach twist a bit, but the game just leans into it like “ok, that’s a thing now”. She hugs you a little too long, her hand sliding over your ass, telling you that “keeping it in the family” makes everything easier to hide, and before you can think too hard about it, you’re half naked on her lap, her fingers deep inside you while she orders the others around like it’s a private porn shoot. There’s girl on girl scenes that feel more intimate, with slow licking, soft kisses, big tits pressed together and hands exploring, then it flips again and you’re being used by multiple people at once, pulled, grabbed, choked a bit, toys shoved inside you until you forget you were supposed to be “learning” anything. It’s kinda relaxing in a fucked up way, like real life shit stops existing and your whole universe shrinks to that tiny school room full of sweat, tongues, and bad decisions.

Martina and Lukas roll up to this weirdly cozy, kinda off hotel that looks like the sort of place where the minibar is haunted and the WiFi is judging your search history. They’re there to film a “totally professional” weekend review for their channel, but the vibe goes horny and strange almost from the check‑in. The staff smiles a little too long, doors don’t always lead where they should, and the whole Feeneera place feels like it wants to watch them as much as they want to film it. The game lets you bounce between both of them, so sometimes you’re in Martina’s head checking if her outfit is more “sponsor friendly” or “oops, my tits are almost out,” and then you swap to Lukas trying not to be the guy who stares at his own girlfriend’s ass on camera while also… absolutely doing that. There’s this early moment where they test lighting in the hallway, and suddenly a gust of cold air flicks Martina’s dress up way higher than it should go. You can choose if she laughs it off, pulls it down fast, or just kind of leans into it for the camera. Tiny scene, but it sets the whole tone. Hotel wants a show.

Sex-wise it doesn’t rush, which is funny because once it starts, it doesn’t really pretend to be shy. You get the usual couple stuff: Martina on her knees in front of Lukas, lipstick probably ruined, trying to keep quiet because there might be someone outside the room. The camera from earlier is just sitting there on the tripod, red light off, or… maybe on if you feel like being a chaotic little shit. The game is pretty clear you can go soft and loving or straight up filthy. One branch has her pushing him back on the bed, climbing on top, sliding him inside her slow while she keeps glancing at the open curtains, like any second someone could see them. Another path, she’s the one pinned, legs spread, staring at the weird pattern on the ceiling while he fucks her deep and she’s half moaning, half asking if he remembered to lock the door. The hotel occasionally “helps” with lights flickering, shadows in the corner of your eye, or a door that opens on its own at a very bad moment when her mouth is full of his cock. I like how it plays with exhibitionism without just going full porn logic immediately; it feels like those messy real situations where you start something and only afterward think “shit, if anyone walks in right now…”

The paranormal stuff is less jump scare and more “is the building horny too or am I just projecting.” Sometimes you’re walking Martina alone through the corridors, phone in her hand like she’s recording B‑roll, and she catches something in a mirror that is absolutely not just her reflection. Then next scene, she’s in the room with Lukas, trying to act normal, but the options let you nudge her into using that tension as an excuse to get closer to him, to distract herself with his mouth on her body, his fingers between her legs. There’s a late path where things get weirder and the hotel almost feels jealous, like it wants to keep them there forever, feeding it with more and more intimate shit. Multiple endings spin out of how honest they are with each other, how reckless they get with showing skin in public areas, and how deep you lean into the creepy side instead of just “haha, haunted hotel, anyway suck my dick.” The funniest thing is the damn room keys sound effect, which for some reason is louder than the moaning and it annoyed me every single time, and then I forgot to adjust it because I was too busy deciding whether to have Martina swallow on camera or just wipe her lips with this smug little smile. The game never pretends to be classy, but it also sneaks in these sweet little couple moments in between the blowjob angles, like when she rests her head on his chest after fucking and the lights flicker softly instead of going full poltergeist. Then the next scene you’re back to choosing if she walks down the hallway without panties, just to see if someone or something notices.

Office was dead quiet when I opened this in a side tab, pretending to be “checking Tableau dashboards”. Yeah, sure. This is not a numbers game, unless you count cup sizes like I do. The whole thing spins around this girl, Luna, who starts off feeling pretty average, kind of lost in routine. Nothing special on paper, basic student life, but the fun part is how quickly her “normal” becomes totally fucked in the best way once she finds that weird little shop. It feels like someone mashed a comfy slice‑of‑life VN with a horny growth spreadsheet, then forgot to clean up the formulas. You click through dialogue like usual, but every potion choice is basically a data point in a very perverted line chart. Tits go up, ass goes wide, clothes stop respecting physics, and you keep thinking “ok, that’s enough” then push one more increment anyway.

What I liked is how slow the ramp is at the start. The first time her bra feels tight, it’s described so plain and small that my analytics brain instantly went “ah, baseline shift detected”. Then suddenly she leans over her desk, button strains a bit, roommate notices something is off, and you realise, oh, we’re actually doing a full time series here, not just one jump cut. It’s a visual novel, sure, but it feels like a growth sim hiding in VN clothes. You pick ingredients from the shop that sound half harmless, half cursed, mix them up, and there’s this little thrill when you click to the next scene like you’re refreshing a dashboard after changing filters. Some routes keep it modest for a while, like she’s just getting a bit more curvy, more confident, still fitting in public transport seats. Other times, if you go greedy with the recipes, she turns into walking fanservice and the story doesn’t even pretend to be realistic anymore. Which is fine. We’re already in “magic boob lab” territory.

I got irrationally annoyed by one tiny thing though: sometimes the dialogue repeats her surprise again and again, even after you already boosted her three times with the same potion. Girl, you watched your ass grow out of two pairs of jeans already, you are not “confused” anymore, you are running A/B tests on your own body. At least it feels that way. Still, there is this nice, guilty pleasure vibe when she looks at herself in the mirror and you can tell she is half scared, half turned on. That kind of scene hits harder than the big “wow huge now” moment for me. Also, the game quietly tracks your choices in the background like some horny analyst, feeding you different little reactions depending what path you push her toward. I kept thinking of it like a perversion funnel: start with mild curiosity, end with her filling doorframes and pretending this is still a normal student life. And yeah, I know I should have been doing pivot tables in Google Sheets instead of watching a fictional girl outgrow every outfit she owns, but honestly, watching those curves “trend upward” felt more satisfying than any quarterly growth report I ever made.