Extra Inches feels like somebody mashed a horny dating sim with a shitpost and then accidentally made it work. You start as this pretty regular guy, nothing special, and then suddenly you’re surrounded by people who are absolutely not regular at all. Girls with huge tits who lean way too close when they talk, hot traps who look better in panties than half of the female cast, a smug futa with a dick that makes you feel weird things about your life choices. The game never pretends to be classy. It just pushes you face first into all the “what if I tried this” fantasies you probably won’t admit out loud. One moment you’re chatting about school or work, next moment you’re on your knees with a cock in your mouth and you’re not even sure how the conversation got there, but somehow it feels right.

What I liked is how the scenes actually build, even when the art is simple. There’s this one route where you think you’re just flirting with a stacked girl, she’s got this tight top that can’t handle her chest, and you figure ok, this is basic fanservice. Then she pulls you aside, straddles your lap, starts giving you this lazy handjob while teasing your “cute little straight-boy act”, and you realize she’s not exactly what she looked like. The game doesn’t stop and shout “surprise, futanari” at you, it just lets your brain catch up while your cock is already committed. Same with the trap character: first meeting is playful, almost innocent, then later he’s on your bed, ass up, asking if you’re actually going to put that thing to use or keep pretending you’re just curious. And yes, there is anal, and yes, it leans into that “I shouldn’t like this as much as I do” feeling. I do wish the text box wouldn’t jump right when the best lines appear, it messed with my flow, but they probably won’t fix it and weirdly that fits the whole dirty, half-polished vibe this game has. The oral scenes are all over the place too: sometimes slow and sloppy, sometimes straight up porn-speed, no warning, just spit and gagging and you trying to click fast enough to see every frame. Character logic is a bit fucked, but in a fun way. One guy calls himself straight while he’s balls deep in a big ass that very clearly belongs to not-a-girl, and nobody comments. I kind of love that. It feels like a world where labels matter less than what you’re doing with your hands and mouth right now. And extra inches matter a lot.

It still pretends to be a dating sim on the surface, with choices and different paths, but the game knows why you’re here. You pick this answer or that one, and the end result is usually someone’s face near someone’s crotch. Sometimes the girls take control, sometimes the trap is topping you, sometimes you’re pounding a futa until her tits bounce off her chest and you forget which route you picked in the first place. The male protagonist is basically a vessel for whatever your brain wants that day. Gay, straight, bi, confused, whatever, the game doesn’t sit you down for a talk about it. It just keeps throwing scenes where you’re switching from eating pussy to sucking dick to pushing into a tight ass that clenches too hard on the first thrust. There’s a rough charm to it, like one of those messy but hot Twitter threads that goes way too far, except here you can replay it and try a different answer to see who ends up jerking you off in the park instead of at home. It’s crude, shameless, kind of dumb in places, and still weirdly honest about how horny people actually are when nobody’s watching.

There’s this thing that happens sometimes when a porn game forgets it’s “just porn” and suddenly you’re emotionally invested, right? This is one of those. It pretends to be a simple girls-only academy fantasy, then quietly punches you in the chest with feelings while you’re half hard, scrolling with one hand and pretending you’re just here for some quick futa action. You play as Diana, this stubborn, confident girl who goes to an all-girls school because she’s done with guys and drama, and of course the first person who really gets under her skin is Jeanne, tall, beautiful, way too gentle for someone packing that kind of secret. The whole story is like: slow flirting, awkward tension, then that moment where you realize “oh shit, this is not just about getting laid, I actually care if these two idiots are happy.” The game isn’t trying to be cool or edgy, it just lets you sit in the weird space where romance feels soft and horny at the same time. You just click, read, watch. No choices. No “good endings” or “bad endings” to min-max. It’s a straight kinetic ride, which honestly fits, because this thing would totally fall apart if it had branching nonsense everywhere.

The sex builds up so slowly that you almost get annoyed, then when it finally hits, it’s like everything clicks. Jeanne’s first blowjob scene, with Diana going from “I can handle this, I’m not a shy girl” to visibly overwhelmed, swallowing, eyes watery, fingers digging into Jeanne’s thighs, that whole thing felt way more intimate than half the stuff tagged as hardcore these days. And yeah, the animation is simple, you can see that AI touch on the CG sometimes, hands a bit weird, toes not always perfect, but then you get that footjob scene where Diana is clearly embarrassed, using her feet on Jeanne’s cock while pretending she’s just “trying something out”, and it just works. The way Jeanne is half apologizing for enjoying it too much, while Diana is blushing and still pushing on, watching Jeanne’s expression like she’s reading a test result, that’s the sort of moment that sticks. The creampie payoff later, when Diana finally lets go and trusts her, is not subtle at all. It’s messy, it’s tender, it’s a little pathetic in the best way. She’s riding Jeanne, nails scratching, mumbling that she doesn’t want to feel empty again, then the game just holds on that last thrust and the cum spilling inside, and you suddenly realize this is literally the climax of their emotional arc, not just a “money shot”. Then the next scene they’re cuddling and talking about stupid normal stuff, like where to walk on campus to avoid annoying classmates, and you’re there thinking “how did I get this invested in two horny schoolgirls in a porn VN I opened in incognito after closing Twitter.”

The lesbian angle also isn’t fake. There are pure girl-on-girl scenes that don’t rely on futa at all, like Diana going down on Jeanne before she even knows about the extra equipment, completely focused on making her melt, using hands and tongue like she actually likes doing it, not like it’s some checklist. When the truth drops and Diana has that tiny freakout, it’s not some dramatic hentai meltdown. She’s confused, horny, pissed at herself, still stealing glances at Jeanne’s bulge in those tight school clothes. The story doesn’t try to explain or label everything, it just lets two women figure out what they want from each other. Sometimes they’re romantic and soft, sometimes it’s just handjobs under blankets while whispering so roommates won’t hear, sometimes Jeanne is the one giving and Diana ends up shaking, clinging to her arm like a lifeline. It’s messy, emotional, a bit cheesy, very horny, and if you’re the kind of person who pauses porn because a character says one line that hits too close to home, this will absolutely get you. You’ll come for futa and orgasms, and somehow stay just to see if Diana finally stops being scared of being loved by the one person she swore she wouldn’t fall for.

RapeCide looks like somebody took a normal cyberpunk city, forgot to pay the light bill for ten years, then filled the empty streets with every fucked up power fantasy they could think of and hit shuffle. You play as AJ, this engineered super cop girl who’s supposedly top tier lethal, all tactical gear and big attitude, and the game just keeps finding new ways to drag her through the mud. And not just “oops I fell into trouble” kind of mud. More like “mind control collar, public use, broken pride in an alley next to a flickering neon sign that says nothing good” type of mud. The story pretends it’s about retaking a derelict city, but very fast it turns into the city retaking you, your agency, your clothes, your holes, your everything. One moment you feel like a badass soldier in a ruined dystopia, next moment you’re naked on your knees, cum dripping down your big tits, being ordered to thank the guy who just slapped you so hard the camera shook. And then AJ still tries to stand up like she’s got anything left, which is weirdly hot and kind of pathetic at the same time.

Combat is turn based, but the sexy part is how the fight choices are just slow steps toward how badly things go for her when she loses. You pick skills, try to play smart, manage your status, and when you screw up, suddenly you’re pinned to a wall with hands everywhere, some thug laughing while he uses her throat like a toy and another guy works her ass with a toy that definitely didn’t pass any health inspection. The humiliation scenes feel less like “here is a reward” and more like “congrats, you misplayed and now your super cop is a drooling fuckdoll on the pavement.” I like that. Or maybe I don’t. The game kind of beats you up emotionally too. They play with corruption really hard: you get these moments where AJ could say no, push back, try to hold onto her cop code, or she can just lean into prostitution offers, let the blackmail stick, agree to some nasty contract in exchange for gear. Sometimes the “smart” way for the mission is also the one where she ends up on a stage, stripping while a crowd throws credits and someone in the back shouts orders that make her cheeks burn and her body obey anyway. And yeah, the animations focus way too much on drool. I noticed that. Couldn’t stop noticing it. The dev clearly has a thing about faces totally wrecked with spit and bukkake, like half the city is paid in facials.

What really got me though is how messy the power fantasy is. On paper it’s male domination central: guys using her like property, slapping her ass until it’s red, fucking her pussy and ass at the same time while someone else holds her hair and uses her mouth, filling her up and then watching the creampie leak as she wobbles in her boots. But then out of nowhere you meet women who are worse. There’s one scene where this high rank bitch in tight armor casually gropes AJ in front of her own squad, like “you’re mine now,” and AJ can’t do shit about it. She gets toyed with, spanked, forced to lick boots, and the whole tone flips into femdom in a way that kind of blindsides you. One moment she’s choking on some brute’s cock, next she’s chained kneeling in front of a woman playing with a vibrator on the lowest setting just to make her beg for more. I opened Discord mid scene to scream into a channel about how the writer is actually evil, then went right back in. There’s even a bit where you botch a tactical call, lose control of a zone, and the “punishment” is basically group sex in an abandoned checkpoint, with guards taking turns in her mouth while others spank and grope and laugh about the “mighty officer” reduced to a cum bucket. Somewhere in there is a romance line pretending to exist, but it keeps getting buried under spits, collars, and her slowly accepting that this city doesn’t want a hero. It wants a slave that still tries to stand up, even when she’s covered in semen and shaking from another rough orgasm she didn’t consent to but her body clearly did.

Yellow County looks like that fake postcard California you see in old OVAs, all palm trees and boobs and nothing smells like piss. You roll in as this young guy whose life just fell apart, parents dead in this “accident” everyone keeps repeating like a broken VHS, and instantly the place feels wrong. Sunny, yeah, but the kind of sun that makes you sweat under your clothes and stare at every milf in yoga pants walking her tiny dog. The game leans hard into that feeling. One moment you’re talking with some cop about your parents’ case, next moment you’re pressed against a kitchen counter with his gorgeous older sister grinding on your thigh while she “comforts” you. She does the slow teasing thing, hand resting too long on your chest, nails dragging over your neck, pretending she’s just being motherly. Then her fingers slip under your shirt and you know you’re not her little anything. That first time she drops to her knees and starts licking the shaft from base to tip like she’s testing a popsicle flavor, you kinda forget you were supposed to be sad.

What I liked is how the sex scenes don’t just pop up like in those old Flash games. There’s that build up. Like the scene at the beach house, when you’re helping the hot landlady pick up some boxes. She bends over just a bit too far, bikini top fighting for its life, and the camera just sits there, slowly tracking her ass while you’re pretending to look at the ocean. She “accidentally” backs her butt into your crotch, feels how hard you are, and instead of freaking out she gives this smug smile. Next thing, she has your hands on her tits from behind, telling you in a low voice that a real man grabs tighter. You’re squeezing soft flesh, thumbs brushing her nipples, and she keeps talking about rental contracts while your dick is throbbing against her ass. When she finally gets on her knees in that fancy living room with the huge window behind her and takes you in her mouth, the animation actually sells the wetness. Lips sliding, spit dripping, her tongue swirling around the tip, cheeks hollowing as she goes deeper. It’s messy in a good way, like old-school ero anime where they actually cared about the way the jaw moved. She gags a little, wipes her mouth, smiles, and then goes back down, faster this time, until you grab her hair and fuck her throat. No romance there, just raw “I earned this discount on the rent” energy.

But then, weirdly, the game flips and gives you that soft stuff too. There’s a scene later with another older woman who’s closer to your parents’ old circle, she’s elegant, more serious. You come back from chasing some lead about the murders, totally burned out, and she just pulls you into her bedroom like it’s the most normal thing. She sits you on the edge of the bed, climbs into your lap, and kisses you slow. Not porn-fast. First just lips, then she opens, and her tongue moves like she’s done this a thousand times but still wants to make you feel special. When you slide your hand under her dress she stops you for a second, looks in your eyes like she’s checking if you’re really there, then guides your fingers to her pussy herself. She’s already wet. You feel her shiver when you rub her clit, and the sound design here is almost too much, those tiny gasps, the soft moans when you push two fingers inside. When she finally sinks down on your cock, riding you slow, her big tits bouncing with every move, it actually feels like something between you, not just cheap fucking. She wraps her arms around your neck, whispers that she’s proud of you for trying to find the truth, then starts slamming her hips harder and harder until her ass is just clapping against your thighs. Right after that she flips you on your back, grabs your wrists and pins them above your head while she keeps riding, then suddenly slaps your chest and tells you to spank her. That switch from caring to filthy is peak ero game energy. You smack her ass, red palm prints blooming on her cheeks, and she moans louder every time, begging you not to stop while you pound her soaked pussy like the world outside doesn’t exist. And somewhere in the middle of all that sweat and spit and cum you remember this whole thing started with your parents’ death, which is kind of fucked up, but also exactly the sort of tonal whiplash we were eating up in the old days.