Void Club looks like something tossed together by a horny accountant who got bored in Excel and accidentally created a brothel in space, and I kinda respect that. You’re just this dude, “manager”, trying to keep a weird multidimensional strip club from going broke while a crazy Master drags more girls from random universes into your lap. One moment you’re checking numbers, next moment there’s a stacked alien milf with glowing eyes in your office, asking where she has to stand so customers can drool on her tits. It’s this mix of menu clicking and “oops I’m fucking her on the couch instead of adjusting prices” that makes the whole thing feel like a porn version of those idle mobile management games I pretend I don’t play on the toilet. Honestly it’s like using Google Sheets, but your reward is a creampie instead of a chart.

The game really pushes that “club manager who can’t keep his dick in his pants” vibe. You look at girl stats, set them to work, watch the cash crawl up, and in between you’re calling them to private rooms and deciding if you just grope their ass or go straight to throat-fucking. Some scenes are surprisingly soft, like slow teasing, sucking, the girl blushing while you finger her under the desk. Then suddenly there’s a monster girl with horns riding you like she’s trying to crush your pelvis, and you’re thinking “yeah ok, I guess HR doesn’t exist in this universe.” The sleep sex parts are fucked up in a way that fans of darker stuff will enjoy: sneaking into a girl’s room after closing time, her breathing slow, panties half off, you sliding in while she moans in her sleep and doesn’t fully wake. The game doesn’t moralize it, it just goes “here, you wanted this” and lets you nut in a passed-out babe. Felt wrong, kept doing it anyway. Also there’s group scenes where you line up girls like a buffet, switch holes, watch cum drip while your money counter still sits there like it’s totally normal.

Management side is simple, but it scratches that brain itch. You look at demand, throw different girls at different jobs, tweak prices a little, and slowly the club stops being a dump. Sometimes you’re forced to actually think, like “do I send the thick milf with big tits to VIP and keep her for my own cock later, or make her grind at the bar to pull in more clients?” Of course, I clicked “keep her for myself” way more than I should, then wondered why my balance was trash. There is this annoying thing where you feel like you’re stuck waiting for enough cash to unlock stuff, and at some point I tabbed out, opened Telegram, answered messages, scrolled TikTok, then tabbed back and nothing really changed except one new scene. But when the new girls show up through that void gate, it feels kinda fun, like gacha, only instead of a cute PNG you get a monster girl sitting on your face. The animation is janky at times, but honestly I liked it more because of that. It feels dirty, like something you’d hide between 50 Chrome tabs. Had one moment where I was juggling three girls in the roster, checking who is tired, who needs a break, then somehow I ended up watching the milf give sloppy wet head on a couch while another girl pretended to clean tables behind us. That mix of fake “work” and porn made me feel like I was managing a very stupid but very hot little universe. And yeah, some UIs pissed me off, one button is just slightly off to the side and I kept misclicking it and starting the wrong event, but whatever, I still stayed long enough to breed half the staff.

Mike Oxmaul is the kind of guy you look at and think, “yeah, that dude’s gonna have a normal college life.” Then you play ten minutes and realize, nah, this poor bastard is cursed by the porn gods. He’s short, he’s under-equipped, everyone around him seems bigger, hotter, more confident, and the game just loves to rub it in. Half the time you’re laughing, half the time you’re clenching because the humiliation hits a bit too close.

The setting is standard university stuff at first: dorms, classrooms, clubs, parties, a bit of sandbox wandering where you click around the campus and see who’s available. What makes it hook you is how every little choice you make about Mike’s ego spirals into something filthy. Say the wrong thing to the smug futa roommate and suddenly she’s got him on his knees, making him “prove” he deserves to stay in the room. Pick the cocky option with the tall redhead milf professor and you get this scene where she slowly unbuttons her blouse in her office, sits on the desk, and then laughs when she sees what he’s packing. She still lets him bury his face in her tits, then calls him her “tiny little toy” while he tries not to cum in his pants. It’s mean, but it’s hot, and the game just keeps doing that mix of arousal and bullying.

The sex is all over the place in a good way, and the 3dcg animation actually manages to sell the dirty stuff. There’s a scene in the locker room where Mike is hiding in a shower stall, watching two thick girls share a shower and start playing with each other, and you can either stay quiet and jerk it or “accidentally” knock a shampoo bottle. If you fuck up, they catch him, push him against the tiles, and one of them starts stroking his cock with her feet while the other films it on her phone, laughing at his size, threatening to leak it unless he does exactly what they say. Later there’s a club sequence where a drunk married woman grinds on him on the dance floor, her wedding ring right in your face, and if you go along with it you get pulled into the bathroom for messy cheating sex, her bent over the sink, whispering how her husband could never make her gush like “this little loser.”

The game swings hard between humiliation and actual romance in a way that feels weirdly real. One moment Mike is used as a cum rag in a group scene, taking turns giving sloppy oral and getting painted by bukkake while a crowd laughs at his ahegao face, and then a few events later you’re on a quiet date with a shy classmate who admits she’s still a virgin and kind of into smaller guys. You can actually choose to be gentle, focus on kissing and slow vaginal sex, her clinging to him and whispering his name while he tries not to blow too fast. Or you can lean into corruption, turn her into a needy mess who ends up begging to be creampied in a public place, risking pregnancy because “no one notices us anyway.” That mix of sweet and fucked up gives the story more bite than I expected.

There’s a lot of kink variety buried around the campus and nearby streets. Street corners with girls clearly doing prostitution on the side, where Mike can either pay to be dominated by a tall trans escort who makes him lick her heels and then rams his ass with a toy, or stumble into a cheap quickie behind a bar with a big ass milf who demands a titfuck first, squeezing her lactating nipples all over his face. One of the most ridiculous moments for me was a “study group” that turns into a gangbang when a popular girl decides she’s bored, strips naked, and invites everyone to use her while Mike awkwardly watches. You can have him join in and get lost somewhere between thighs and ass, mostly ignored while the bigger guys pound her, and then she still pulls him in at the end, jerking his pathetic cock until he shoots on her face for the final messy finish.

Pacing is a little weird sometimes. You’ll have this intense anal domination scene where Mike gets pegged by a smug futa who keeps calling him her “practice girlfriend,” sticks a vibrator in his ass and makes him walk around campus, then next thing is a goofy humor bit in a classroom about a stupid group project, like nothing happened. The jokes land more often than not though, especially the self-aware ones. There’s one event where Mike is watching porn on his phone, and the video is basically a parody of the kind of inflated hentai bullshit the game itself is flirting with: huge tits, impossible ahegao, milk everywhere, furry ears, the works. Then his real-life neighbor, this curvy girl with glasses, walks in on him, sees what he’s watching, and quietly asks if he wants to try “something smaller, but real.” That switch from meme-level ridiculous to intimate POV oral, with her slowly licking his shaft and teasing the tip while staring up, made me actually shut up and pay attention.

I also kinda hate how sometimes the teasing never pays off. There’s a footjob scene in a lecture hall where a girl slips off her shoes under the desk, starts grinding his crotch with her toes, and the camera angles are great, you feel every twitch, but then the professor calls Mike to answer a question and it just cuts without a finish. No climax, no punishment, nothing, and the game just moves on like it never happened. It bothered me for way too long, I kept checking the walkthrough and everything, and yeah, it still annoys me. At least the voyeur stuff makes up for it. Creeping around dorm corridors, catching quick looks through half open doors, seeing titfucks, anal, some interracial rough sex where Mike can only watch and jerk, hoping nobody notices him, that stuff is done dirty and right. And when a tall, dominant girl finally drags him out of his hiding spot and makes him strip in the hallway as payback, forcing him to stand there naked while she strokes him by hand and makes him cum in front of a small crowd, you realize the game really understands how to mix shame, lust, and a bit of twisted romance into one messy university fever dream.

High School Hobby Harlots feels like someone mashed together a horny comic, an old-school hentai dating sim and a messy sandbox life sim, then laughed and said “good enough” and hit upload. You play Amara, this spoiled rich troublemaker dumped into a “reform school” that is about as holy as a Pornhub comment section. The whole vibe is super tongue in cheek: nuns with dirty thoughts, students who look like they’re one bad decision away from starting an OnlyFans, and teachers that definitely should not be left alone with anyone. The art is 2D comic panels, kind of fanzine style, sometimes clean, sometimes rough, but it fits the “I’m not supposed to be doing this” mood perfectly. It feels like reading a dirty webcomic where you keep clicking for the next punchline and suddenly you’re knee deep in anal, voyeurism, and girls showing way too much skin in the chapel.

The fun part for me was how the game quietly turns you into a little sex manager. You’re not just clicking through scenes. You’re juggling stats like Fun, Energy, Allure, Sexperience and Money, and they actually matter. You wanna drag a classmate into your corruption spiral, you better have enough Allure and the right timing, because some events only trigger when Amara is in a certain mood or you pushed a girl just far enough. One moment I was in the dorm teasing a shy girl with a toy, just casual masturbation training, and a bit later she’s sucking dick on camera for Amara’s iFap channel like it’s no big deal. The pacing of that fall is nice and dirty. Corruption here isn’t just a label. You can feel it when a girl that refused to flash her tits earlier suddenly agrees to public exhibition in the showers while other students “pretend” they’re not watching. The camming storyline is hilarious and sleazy at the same time: you push them into doing oral, playing with themselves, trying anal plugs on stream, and the game keeps throwing in those quips that make you grin like an idiot. Then you level them up even more and suddenly escorting on iFuq is on the table, with group sex events and weird little interracial scenes that pop up like “oh ok, we’re doing this now.” Some of the sandbox routine gets a bit grindy, like you’re repeating similar actions hoping for the next random sexy event, and sometimes the timing feels like Ren’Py rolled a nat 1 on your libido. But then you get a new event with Amara taking two girls to a “study session” that somehow turns into lesbian foreplay, a spanking lesson and finally everyone stuffed and covered, and you kinda forgive the jank. It’s messy, it’s horny, it’s funny in a dumb way, and the game doesn’t pretend to be classy. It just hands you a reform school full of difficult girls and asks, very politely, how filthy you feel like making them today.

TableTop BornStar is that kind of filth that pretends to be a respectable “board game experiment” and then just drags you into a slow, dirty corruption trip where you end up clicking “yes” to things you swore you wouldn’t. You’re this washed-up talent agent stuck in his office with an ankle bracelet, basically a horny goblin in a cheap suit, and you’ve got Mary Jane on the phone and in your cams, this adorable country girl who thinks Hollywood is about “art” and “dreams” and has no idea what cumshot even means yet. Every turn is dice and cards and little choices that feel small, like “take this photoshoot” or “meet this producer” or “try this new ‘acting exercise’ that just happens to involve a vibrator under the table”. Then ten turns later she’s doing anal for a low-budget indie “thriller” and you’re like, ok, maybe that one friendly massage suggestion was the start of a very long fall. It’s fun how the management side is just enough to feel like you’re actually running some crooked porn empire from your phone while you’re on the toilet, checking stats like “fame” and “innocence” and “kink” like it’s a spreadsheet, except the spreadsheet moans and asks if you like her new lingerie.

What really got me addicted is how the game keeps throwing you these decisions that sound sweet or romantic, then immediately gives you a way nastier branch if you’re in the mood to be a complete bastard. You can play the nice manager, hold her hand (and yeah, later, more than hand) and try to keep things “classy”, take her on slow-burn romance scenes, oral under the desk, soft cuddling after a creampie, all that fake Hollywood love story vibe. Or you can push her into exhibitionist gigs where she’s stripping in a cheap club with drunk assholes grabbing her big ass, backstage masturbation sessions just to “relax before the take”, weird board game events where a card suddenly lets you suggest a lesbian scene with her roommate and the only thing stopping you is your own conscience, which you probably left at the title screen. I had one run where she started in this cute sundress, barely kissing anyone, next thing she’s on a casting couch with three guys, toys involved, you’re watching from a camera like some happy little voyeur, and the game just shrugs like, “Hey, you rolled the card.” Then another run I tried to be more caring, focused on romance, and still somehow ended up with pregnancy drama and her asking if you’ll stay with her while she’s rubbing her belly and offering you a footjob because “you helped her so much”. Completely fucked up in the best way.

What I didn’t expect is how funny it is sometimes. There’s these stupid jokes about Hollywood, failed movies, directors who think they’re geniuses because they added one artsy black-and-white sex scene, and your character is just roasting everyone while also setting up gangbang auditions. The humor kind of hides how rough some choices are. One card event I got had Mary Jane doing a “serious” acting workshop which turns into blindfolded “trust exercises”, and the sound of the dice roll made me way more nervous than it should. Speaking of sounds, the audio is surprisingly decent: little gasps when you push her too far, slaps during spanking scenes that feel almost too real on headphones, wet sucking during oral that made me close other tabs fast so nobody hears. I wish there was a bit more variety in some moans, sometimes they loop in a way that made me think my browser bugged out, but I still kept playing, so whatever. The animated bits are short, kind of rough, but that fits the late 90s Hollywood trash vibe, like watching old bootleg porn tapes someone recorded over daytime TV. And those multiple endings sneak up on you: one time she was broken, fully corrupted and still smiling on red carpets, another time she was this successful “serious actress” who secretly sends you nudes between shoots, and I’m pretty sure there’s at least one path where you actually don’t ruin her completely, but I keep accidentally pulling cards with sex toys and group sex offers, so maybe I’m the problem, not the game.