Chasing Memories feels like someone smashed a horny Pokémon clone, a trashy fantasy light novel, and a half-broken sandbox RPG into one browser tab and said, yeah, this is fine. You wake up with no memories, which sounds dramatic, but in practice it just means you can shamelessly hit on every woman and monster girl you meet without needing an excuse. One scene you’re pretending to care about the mystery of your past, next scene you’re getting a slow, teasing handjob from a smug fox girl who “only does this to relax your mind.” Sure. Totally the***. I was running Discord, Telegram, and the game side by side, trying to answer messages, and every time I alt-tabbed back I had another horny line of dialogue waiting, like the game was judging my attention span. The best part is how it swings between goofy and brutal without asking permission: you’re flirting with a slime girl, she’s all bouncy boobs and playful jiggles, then in combat her animated attack literally splashes into you with this wet sound, and a few encounters later some other monster is getting her torso ripped open in a graphic finish if you decide to play rough. It tries to be sweet and romantic, then casually throws graphic violence on the screen like “anyway, back to the harem.”

The turn-based combat really is Pokémon-brain fuel, but horny. Every monster girl has her own little animated moves, some cute as hell, some actually kind of fucked up. One uses a “charm” style skill that lowers your stats while she strokes your cock with slow loops, the animation lingering way longer than it needs to, and if the status effect lands, your character basically becomes a useless, throbbing mess for a few turns. Another one goes full murder mode with claws and blood, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to fuck her or run. The sandbox style stuff is messy in a good way, too: you wander into a dungeon, get a random encounter, maybe it’s just a boring fight, maybe it’s a special girl with a full animated sex scene if you pick the right choices. I got lost in one cave for like twenty minutes just because I wanted to see if the bat girl would actually sit on my face if I picked the most reckless dialogue, and yes, she did, with looping vaginal riding that synced with the battle-style sound effects in this weirdly satisfying way. The harem angle is strong but also kind of trashy, in that mobile-game ad way, which I liked and hated at the same time. Sometimes the AI-generated CG looks amazing, like fantasy porn art you’d save to a hidden folder, and sometimes the proportions are cursed and her hand looks like it belongs to another body, but by the time she’s grinding on your dick and moaning through another animated loop you kind of stop caring. It’s an adventure that pretends to be about chasing your past, but really it’s about chasing the next scene where some monster girl wraps her thighs around you and squeezes until you can’t think about anything else.

Girl goes to a “normal” summer camp job and ends up getting body‑jacked by a horny fertility goddess with zero boundaries, that’s the vibe here. She clocks in expecting brats, mosquitos and bad cafeteria food, and instead wakes up with a thick new surprise between her legs and a goddess in her head giggling like “oops, my hand slipped.” From that point it’s not really a camp anymore, it’s a playground. You’re walking around this peaceful fantasy forest with cabins and lakes and then suddenly you’re pinballed between monster babes, stacked milfs and campers who are way too curious about what you’re hiding in those shorts. The game leans hard into her being both the teaser and the toy. One moment she’s pressing some poor flustered girl up against a tree and groping those tits like she’s kneading dough, and the next she’s on her knees with her own mouth full, acting like this was not in the job description while clearly enjoying every second. Classic “I shouldn’t… but I absolutely will.”

I like how the main girl starts out kinda panicked, like “what the hell is this thing hanging from me” and five scenes later she’s using it like a laser pointer to get people’s attention. There’s this one bit where a big‑ass, big‑tits camp counselor milf corners her in the storage shack, half scolding, half staring at the bulge, and slowly drags a hand down over it. That grab is shameless, the kind where you can almost hear the fabric stretch. Then she drops to her knees and you get this sloppy, messy oral scene where the milf is way too experienced, like she’s been waiting years for someone to show up with this exact equipment. Contrast that with the shy monster girl in the woods, who pretends she wants to “study” the new anatomy and ends up getting pinned against a rock, tail twitching while she’s ground on until she’s begging. The flirting is actually funny sometimes, very “lesbian disaster with magic dick tries to act smooth and fails” and I’m into that energy. Some dialogues are awkward in the wrong way though, like someone typed it on their phone during a bus ride and never read it again, but somehow that fits the messy, horny chaos of the story. Nothing is polished, everything is thirsty, and the goddess just keeps whispering in her head like a rude little coach, egging her on to go further, get rougher, try new holes, push new buttons. It all snowballs fast, from teasing and light groping at the lake to full‑on futa pounding behind the cabins, pussy eating in the showers, and girls sitting on her face like it’s a camp activity. At some point you forget there was ever a normal job involved at all, which is honestly exactly the point.

You roll into VAM City thinking it’s going to be normal college life, maybe cheap coffee and boring lectures, but the whole place feels like it was designed by a horny psychologist who hates your dignity. Classes are almost background noise here. The real “curriculum” happens in the hospital corridors, the park at night, that too-clean café where the waitresses smile a bit too long, and of course the campus itself where every professor and senior seems to know you’re easy to fluster. The game throws you in as this kind of clueless male protagonist who thinks it’s a simple dating sim, then suddenly you’re kneeling in a nurse’s office, trying to keep eye contact while she taps a clipboard against your cheek like you’re a misbehaving pet. There’s humor in how shameless it all is. One moment a girl with a ridiculous ass is leaning over a vending machine “by accident,” next moment you get caught staring and she offers you a deal: do a few humiliating “favors” and maybe she lets you get a closer look next time. Or not. She might just laugh with her friend about how red your face gets.

The whole thing is sandboxy enough that you kind of wander around VAM City, picking where to waste your time and dignity. You hang at the park pretending you’re out for fresh air, but the game knows you’re actually hoping that strict college girl shows up to walk her dog again so she can order you to pick up after it “since you like watching so much.” At the café you get stuck wiping tables while a busty barista leans down to “check your work,” her tits almost in your face while she insults your cleaning skills and your stamina in the same breath. There’s this breaking of your ego that is somehow playful and cruel at the same time. They joke, they humiliate, they make you pay coins you barely have just to buy them something stupid like a milkshake or a new collar for their cat, and you do it, because the promise of a short animation of her grinding on your lap or choking you with a forced blowjob is just barely enough to keep you chasing. Some scenes lean pretty hard into voyeur stuff too. You peek through a classroom door, thinking you’ll see something soft and romantic, but it’s actually a teacher punishing another guy, slapping his face, making him lick her heel while you watch and pray she doesn’t notice you. Later she does notice you, of course, in the hospital of all places, when you go for a “routine check,” and suddenly her exam feels more like an interrogation mixed with a dom session. There’s a weird charm in how unpolished the whole city feels, like everybody is improvising their fetishes on the spot. Sometimes it’s awkward, sometimes it’s hot as hell, sometimes you just end up standing in the wrong corridor thinking, “why am I being forced to wear a girl’s panties under my uniform just so I can join a study group?” but you still click yes and keep going, because VAM City doesn’t really ask for your pride, it just assumes it already owns it.

Ayako wakes up in a body that still remembers how to fight, how to fuck, how to obey certain voices in her head, but not who she really is. That is basically the opening mood here: this weird mix of horny confusion, old myth stuff and a girl who knows she used to be terrifying. The game throws you straight into her fake “normal” life, where she’s stuck in this glossy modern city that feels like a cheap set. She moves through it, clicking on doors, phones, neon-lit streets, and all the time the framing is like some animation storyboard that never got finished. Camera angles hold a bit too long, some cuts feel slightly off, like the editor went for a smoke and never came back. Honestly, I kind of like that. There is this rough timing in the cutscenes that makes Ayako’s blank stare feel more broken than sexy at first, and then suddenly the scene shifts and she’s on her knees, mouth open, because someone whispered the right phrase and that “hunter” instinct is now just a puppet string. The whole oral stuff is framed almost like ritual sometimes: slow shots of her lips, lingering on spit and tongue, like the camera is trying to remember something at the same time as her.

The lesbian tension is not subtle, and that is good. When Yumi shows up, she has this soft, almost gamer-girl vibe at first, but the way the shots linger on hands, thigh touches, that slow press of bodies when they think they’re alone, it feels like the animator is low‑key obsessed with girls grinding on each other. There is one scene where Ayako is supposed to focus on some mythological clue, some symbol tied to old Asian underworld lore, but instead the framing just keeps going back to her fingers twitching near her own pussy as Yumi talks, like her body is answering a different question. She ends up masturbating in a small side room while a demon voice in her head feeds her flashes of past battles mixed with images of Yumi’s tongue between her legs. The cut is brutal, no smooth build up, it just jumps from quiet mystery to her gasping and fingering herself, thighs shaking. Then back to plot like nothing happened. It’s messy, but it feels real in this porn-brain way. The mind control angle hits hardest when Rin appears. Rin doesn’t even need to touch her; the voice alone tilts the whole scene. You can see it in the way the camera slightly drops below eye level whenever Rin speaks, giving Ayako this small, almost lost look, then suddenly she’s taking orders, tasting demon essence on her tongue, half in ecstasy, half in terror, and we never really get a clean line between what she chooses and what’s being pushed into her skull. The supernatural stuff is everywhere in the background, glowing symbols, distorted shadows, those brief flashes of Yomi that burn through a frame like a glitch, but your eyes keep ending up on wet lips, shaking legs, two girls clinging to each other in the dark while something old and hungry watches. It feels less like a nice polished hentai movie and more like opening a horny animator’s rough cut folder where nothing is properly labeled, but everything is way too personal.

Magic shows up, breaks the world, and somehow you still end up in a school full of hot girls with huge tits arguing about homework and ancient curses in the same breath. That’s kind of the vibe here. You’re Lux, the rare guy who is supposed to be able to use magic, but in practice you’re just this half-useless dude that everyone keeps poking and testing. The city is all neon and runes, like a Pinterest board where someone mixed “urban decay” with “mystic academia” and then spilled sex all over it. Women are the only ones allowed to actually throw spells around, so you’re walking through hallways full of smug witches in tight uniforms, swishing their skirts and swinging their big asses like they know exactly what you’re staring at. And they do. There’s this club, the Paranormal Events Club, tiny chaotic crew of girls who treat curses like side quests and your dick like a lab sample. One minute you’re chasing some creepy spirit in a locker room, the next you’ve got a monster girl pinning you against the tiles, dripping slime and whispering in your ear how “mana exchange” works in a very hands-on way.

What surprised me is how horny and serious it can feel in the same moment. You’re walking through the campus, girls gossiping, magic sigils glowing on vending machines, then boom, sudden scene where one of the P.E.C. girls drags you into an empty classroom to “test your compatibility.” She locks the door, climbs on your lap, grinding slow on you through your pants while the desks are still arranged for a normal lesson. Her tits are almost falling out of her top, she’s breathing hard, using some little spell so nobody hears her moaning your name when you finally slide inside her. Animated thrusts, her ass bouncing in your face when she turns around on the desk, nails digging into the wood, chalk dust on her thighs. It feels messy and hot, not like those stiff pose galleries. Then next scene she’s pretending nothing happened, just talking about some ancient library called Akasha, asking you what you think, like she didn’t have your cum running down her legs ten minutes ago. The adventure stuff sneaks up on you too. One mission in the city sewers, chasing a curse that warped into this busty, feral monster girl with glowing eyes. She slams you against the tunnel wall and rides you like she’s trying to break a spell with her hips, water splashing, her tail curling around your leg while she milks you dry. It’s sexy as fuck, but also kind of sad when you realize she used to be just a regular girl before magic ruined her. Then the game goes back to dumb school drama and you’re thinking about her way longer than you expect. I kept getting distracted, wanting to screenshot little details on my phone like I do when I’m building moodboards in Canva, saving outfits, locker scribbles, stupid magical posters, instead of just rushing to the next sex scene. Honestly though, the fast travel annoyed me for a bit and one of the menus feels like it was designed at 4 in the morning and never touched again. I hated it, then I got used to it, then I hated it again. The whole thing has that rough, not fully polished feel, like everyone’s still figuring shit out, including Lux, including the girls, including the city itself. Which kind of fits, because the sex is exactly like that too: clumsy, intense, strangely human, sometimes too much, sometimes not enough, but very hard to stop watching. **Dare to play it alone, or invite company?**

The guy in this game is basically the family dog that learned how to walk and fuck. For three years he runs around doing everything for his wife’s people, and they still treat him like trash. That bitter, stuck feeling is the main flavor here. You start as this useless-feeling husband who everybody orders around, and little by little the game lets you poke behind the polite mask of this “respectable” family. The dev clearly loves slow corruption, because at the start you’re just clicking through chores, errands, boring stuff, and then little cracks appear: a sister-in-law caught half naked in a room she’s “cleaning”, a mother-in-law having late-night “talks” on the phone, your wife acting tired but somehow always dressed like she expects someone else. It looks like a regular house, normal town, all that, but the vibe is more like you walked into a porn shoot where everyone forgot to stop lying.

Since it’s a sandbox, you wander a lot. Sometimes it’s hot, sometimes it’s just you walking from one room to another like an idiot because you forgot where the kitchen is. You open the wrong door and boom, animated scene of your wife on her knees, hand wrapped around some guy’s cock, acting like she never even heard your name. The game makes you watch, not in a quick cutscene, but in this low, humiliating, drawn-out way. You can click around, peek from different spots, try to confront, or just swallow it and pretend. The “point and click” stuff actually helps the netorare hit harder, because you’re the one guiding him into his own misery. One minute you’re doing some dumb quest to earn a bit of money, and the next you come back and she’s moaning on the couch, tits bouncing in this really shameless 3D animation, while the family just pretends nothing weird is going on. Well, except they sometimes watch too, because nobody here is normal.

Prostitution creeps in slowly. You’re already used to being treated like a tool, so when the game gives you the option to rent out your wife’s body, or help certain “family members” make extra cash, it doesn’t even feel that strange anymore. That’s probably the most fucked up part: you kind of slide into it. You go from “no way” to “ok, just once” to arranging her meeting with some fat old guy at a hotel, then walking home alone. There are quests tied to this, of course, with money rewards, item unlocks, new CGs, all that. The 3D scenes are actually pretty good at showing weight and movement, especially when she’s getting pounded hard, tits slapping, his hand on her throat, her trying to keep her voice down because someone’s in the next room. The “family secret” angle is nice too; everyone is hiding something. Some of them are using him, some of them are being used worse than him, and some are enjoying every second of it. I liked how sometimes the MC finally grows a pair and tries to take control during vaginal scenes, really giving it to a girl, and then later the same girl is bouncing on another guy’s dick like it’s her real job. The game hates him and loves him at the same time. I kinda do too.

Vanessa thinks she’s just taking a comfy office job, talking about other people’s messy love lives while she sits in a nice chair with a clipboard. Then the elevator doors open, she sees her ex again, and her brain basically bluescreens. This is the woman who used to make her legs shake against a cheap mattress, now in a fancy suit, acting all professional, like she didn’t once make Vanessa come so hard she bit her own shoulder. And yeah, technically Vanessa is here as a “relationship psychologist,” but it takes about five minutes to realize the whole company is horny, lonely and way too hot to keep things strictly ethical. Every session turns into a test: listen like a good therapist, or slide a little closer, touch a little longer, let those “what if” thoughts drip into something real.

The vibe is slow burn at first, like a good office gossip chat that accidentally turns filthy. You sit across from a coworker with a ring on their finger and a dead bedroom at home, they talk about frustration, and your brain goes: “What if we just… fix that. Right here.” Some are soft and shy, fingers twisting their wedding band while their eyes keep dropping to Vanessa’s chest. Some are cocky, literally, with that futa coworker who can’t sit still in her chair because she’s hard as hell under the desk, trying to keep it “medical.” There’s this one scene that really stuck in my head: late evening, blinds half closed, the city lights outside, and Vanessa is kneeling between a client’s legs, pretending it’s still a session. She keeps asking calm questions with her mouth full, like “Does this help with your anxiety?” while spit and precum run down her chin, and the client can’t even answer, just grabbing her hair. It’s filthy and a little funny at the same time, like porn with a straight face that keeps slipping. Sometimes she starts the session with a notebook and ends it with her tits wrapped around someone’s shaft, trying to keep eye contact like it’s part of the therapy method. Other times it’s just her alone, past midnight, rubbing herself on her office chair after someone leaves, panties pushed aside, hand clamped over her mouth so no one in the hallway hears her moan her ex’s name instead of the client’s.

Half of the fun is how the “sandbox” stuff makes it feel like wandering in horny LinkedIn. You check your messages like you’re opening Slack, only instead of boring memos it’s a married woman hinting about “extra help” or a jealous coworker asking for a private talk in the break room. You poke around the building, pop into someone’s office, and next thing you’re sitting on their lap, their hands under your blouse while they confess their “emotional needs.” The teasing is constant: ass brushing against someone’s crotch in the copy room, a “friendly” hug turning into a hand sliding down the back of your skirt, a coworker dropping a file and making very sure you see her big tits when she bends to pick it up. Sometimes it’s gentle stuff like soft lesbian kissing in the storage room, thighs pressed together, fingers sneaking under a blouse. Sometimes it’s rougher: a client pinning Vanessa against her own door when she tries to keep it professional, grinding against her big ass until she finally gives up and opens her legs. The best part is how often the game lets you just sit in the tension, watching someone stare at her mouth while pretending to talk about their “communication issues” at home. One moment she’s giving calm advice, the next she’s stroking them off under the desk while they try to keep their voice level, swallowing moans between fake business words. And somewhere in the background, her ex is always there, watching, testing, flirting through half-truths, like the final boss of bad decisions. It feels messy, horny in a very “this is a terrible idea, keep going” way, and yeah, it made me hate my own boring non-horny office job a little bit more.

You start as this worn out taxi guy who looks like he slept in the backseat more than in a bed, and honestly, he kinda acts like it too. Long shifts, shitty tips, sick mom at home, and a brother who treats responsibility like an optional DLC. At first the game almost feels too normal, like, alright, another day, another drunk passenger who smells like cheap vodka and regret. Then this one woman gets in the cab. High heels, tight dress that looks expensive enough to pay all your bills, calm voice that somehow makes you feel both safe and like you’re about to fuck up your entire life. From that point, the story just quietly shifts from “I’m broke and tired” to “oh, I might actually die or worse, catch feelings.” It doesn’t shout at you, it just slowly pulls you into this mafia family drama, one choice at a time, one blowjob at a time.

The sex here doesn’t feel like some random bonus level, it’s tangled right in with the power shit and the manipulation. You think you’re just flirting for fun in the backseat with some big titted milf who likes to lean forward so you can see all that cleavage, but then your next ride, her husband’s cousin is asking questions, and suddenly that quick titfuck scene you just enjoyed is a massive problem. The game loves doing that. You agree to something because her lips are wrapped around your cock in the front seat and your brain is halfway melted, then later you’re realizing “oh, yeah, I kinda sold my soul for that blowjob.” One of my favorite early moments is in the taxi at night, rain on the windows, when she slowly slides over from the passenger seat, puts your hand on her thigh, and asks this very simple question that actually locks you into a whole route. You’re thinking with your dick, click yes, she unzips you, starts sucking, and the camera angle goes low so you see her throat working, spit shining your shaft while the city lights move behind her head. And in the middle of that, she’s talking about loyalty and what you’re willing to sacrifice. It’s hot and fucked up at same time.

What surprised me is how the game keeps forcing you to pick between comfort sex and “good” decisions. You can absolutely be a horny idiot and sleep around with several women, the game doesn’t stop you. There’s this big ass Italian girl with this smug smile who loves to sit on your lap in some fancy office chair, grinding slow until your cock is completely buried, pulling your face into her tits while she rides you like she owns your spine. It’s incredible, and you want to see more, but each time you give in you feel the story bending out of shape. Characters start to notice. One of them will look at you with this hurt expression during a conversation in a quiet kitchen scene, and all you can think about is the time you had her on her knees there, her lips glossy with your cum, while her phone was buzzing on the table and she ignored it. The corruption isn’t just the city or the mafia, it’s you slowly choosing lust over everything. There’s no “everybody is happy and we all share” type ending waiting for you if you fuck them all. The game is kinda mean like that, but honest. It lets you enjoy every blowjob in the backseat, every time you push a girl’s big tits together and slide your cock between them while she moans and drools on your shaft, every time you grab handfuls of ass and pound her from behind against the taxi hood, then later it just quietly makes you sit with what you did. And I really wish the main character would stop making that one weird smirk face during serious scenes, it breaks the mood, but whatever, by the time you’re deep in, following all those messy routes and trying different choices, you’re too busy wondering which woman you’re going to hurt next just because you couldn’t keep it in your pants.

Everything in this game starts in such a painfully normal way that it kind of hurts more. Just a guy, absolutely obsessed with his girlfriend, like "she is my whole world" level, the kind of dude who keeps cute couple pics in a hidden Telegram folder and thinks that makes him lowkey romantic instead of a clown. Then you walk into the living room and she is there with another man, not even trying to hide it, like this is a casual Tuesday. That first scene feels almost boring visually, but the timing of the voice lines and the silence between them, that stuff hit me harder than any fancy effect. His voice cracks when he tries to sound calm, like he wants to say "what are you doing?" but it comes out half breath, half broken laugh. And her tone is not cartoon evil, it’s soft and a bit annoyed, like he just interrupted a Netflix show. That tiny detail made the whole thing feel way dirtier than if she was just yelling "you’re useless." I’m a VA nerd, so I notice where they cut the breath sounds, and here they leave them in, slightly messy, like a real cheap porn audio, but somehow it works. I had my headphones on and legit felt uncomfortable in a good, fucked up way.

Once his whole impotence thing starts becoming a real plot point, the game leans hard into teasing and humiliation, but it doesn’t scream it at you. She starts talking to him differently. There is this one scene where she’s sitting on the couch in just an oversized t‑shirt, legs bare, feet in his lap, and her voice goes all sweet while she is casually stroking the other guy with her toes, not even looking at him. Voice actress there nails this fake girlfriend tone, like "you know I still love you, right?" followed by a moan that is very clearly not for him. I paused the game and actually replayed that line in VLC just to study the drop in pitch when she says "love". It’s not clean studio quality, you can hear the room, maybe a cheap mic on OBS or something, and I weirdly liked that more. It gives this voyeur vibe, like you’re hearing something from a neighbor’s wall instead of a polished hentai OVA. At the same time, sometimes the male moans from the bull feel copy‑pasted between scenes, which pulled me out of it once I noticed. Now I can’t unhear it and it annoys the hell out of me, but I kept playing anyway, so I guess that says something.

Later parts go pretty hard on the whole psychological spiral. The protagonist’s internal voiceover shifts from shame to this creepy acceptance way too smoothly, and that is where the multiple viewpoint thing kicks in. Hearing her thoughts while she’s getting pounded in the bedroom, knowing he is in the hallway "guarding the door", is wild. She’s thinking about how small his pride feels now, while her actual voice is all breathy and playful, half laughing when the other guy tells him to come closer and watch. And there is this balcony scene that got stuck in my head: she makes him stand outside while she rides the guy on the sofa near the window, telling him in this light, joking tone to "keep an eye out for neighbors", and the actress throws in these tiny giggles every time the couch squeaks louder. It sells the exhibitionism perfectly without needing some huge monologue. Also, I’m not even a big foot guy and still the way she uses her feet on both men, with those smug little comments, made me go "ok, maybe I get it now". The whole thing is messy, sometimes the timing is off, one transition cut is brutal as hell and made me laugh, but the rawness of the voices, the awkward breathing, the moments where someone talks over someone else and they didn’t edit it out, that all makes the NTR hit much harder than some ultra-polished VN with sterile moans. It feels like listening to a relationship slowly rot in your ear, and yeah, that’s exactly as hot and as miserable as it sounds.