There’s this weird moment when you’re playing, where you suddenly realize that in this world nobody is really “the guy” or “the girl” in the old boring way, and yet everybody is horny about power anyway. You’re this college professor, trans woman, looking very put-together on the surface, stylish outfits, that slightly strict teacher energy that makes you want to sit up straight and also get on your knees. The campus looks normal at first, everyday slice-of-life stuff, coffee in the staff room, awkward students, dumb meetings. Then conversations slowly twist into something more playful, more corrupted, like the world already accepted that gender is flexible, but people are still kinky little creeps about who gets to be on top. You’re respected by your colleagues, but they look at you with that extra second of eye contact, like they know you’re packing more than a gradebook under that skirt. The boyfriend exists, sure, sweet and supportive and kind of useless, which is funny, because the game pretends everything is fine while quietly setting up all these opportunities to ruin that “normal life” with your own hands.

What really hooked me was when the game stops flirting and actually lets you act on all that tension. There’s this scene with a shy femboy in your class, the kind that blushes just from you calling his name, and the dialogue lets you tease him slowly enough that you can almost hear his voice crack. You can be soft, patient, talking about his future and grades, and then without changing tone you slide into talking about how obedient he is, how cute his legs look when he crosses them. It feels like you’re directing your own audio drama, choosing where the pitch goes up, where you lean in, when you finally push him over that line. And because the MC is mostly the one on top, the camera and the writing both treat her as the center of gravity. She takes control in bed with the same calm authority she uses in the classroom, guiding a girl’s head down for a blowjob or pressing a trembling trans partner into the mattress for a deep, messy creampie. There’s a scene in a cramped office where you corner a female colleague who has been flirting for way too long, and you can practically imagine the sound of the chair wheels scraping as you pin her there, one hand on her throat, the other under her skirt, until she breaks and begs you to fuck her harder. It should be ridiculous, and it is, but the game knows it. It goes from serious psychological “who am I really” questions to you railing a cute futa on your desk like this is just another faculty meeting. And of course, I kept pausing the game thinking about how I would deliver those lines as a voice actor, where to add a breathy laugh, where to drag out a moan. Then I forgot completely and just clicked through, because seeing the professor pound that femboy into the bed while whispering in his ear about how good boys spread their legs for their teacher was way more interesting than analyzing anything.

Vault Wanderer is one of those horny little parody projects that feels like it started as a shitpost between friends on Discord and somehow became an actual game. You play this guy who crawls out of a comfy underground vault into a wasteland that is less about radiation and more about who is fucking who, and with what. The whole thing mixes classic turn based RPG combat with stupid jokes and very explicit scenes that just kind of slam into you out of nowhere. One second you are clicking through some goofy dialogue about bottle caps, the next you are watching a futa raider get her dick sucked in a surprisingly long animated loop while your character pretends he is not into it. The game loves voyeurism like crazy. Almost every location has some “oops I walked in on them” moment, except it is never really an accident and everybody is cool with you standing in the corner jerking off. Or pretending to “research.” The writing knows exactly what it is doing: it makes fun of the wasteland clichés, then uses the same clichés to justify a harem route where every big tits, big ass, wrong-race-for-this-town waifu somehow ends up in your camp.

What surprised me most is how messy but confident the sandbox structure is. You are just dropped on the surface with this point and click map and told to explore, and the game absolutely does not care if you go straight to a lesbian futa bar and stall your “main quest” for two hours doing nothing except footjobs and blowjobs in different outfits. There is real RPG stuff happening in the background: stats, turn based fights, random encounters that sometimes end in actual combat and sometimes turn straight into oral sex scenes if you pick the horny dialogue option. I lost one fight because I was too distracted watching the enemy’s boobs bounce in the attack animation, which is a stupid reason to reload, but here we are. The art is simple 2D CG but the animations have just enough motion to make the scenes feel alive without turning into weird rubber people. Some of the interracial setups are actually hot, then the game drops a joke so bad it short circuits the mood and you kind of hate it for ten seconds, until the next harem scene where three girls are roleplaying “capturing” you and you forget you were mad. The mobile support is oddly good too; I tried it on my phone while half-slouching on the couch with Chrome open and it ran smoother than some serious games on Steam. Sometimes the text spacing gets fucked on smaller screens and nobody bothered to fix it, which annoyed me for like a full minute while I was trying to read a masturbation scene and the last line wrapped in a stupid way, and then I clicked next and forgot. That is basically the whole vibe here: horny, rough around edges, a little broken, but when the wasteland mommy with huge boobs kneels down for oral and the camera zooms in just right, your brain stops caring about polish completely.

Phil is the kind of old bastard you see in hentai and think, “nah, nobody is like that in real life,” and then the game spends about ten minutes proving you wrong. He used to be this self-proclaimed sex god, king of the boarding house, panties thief, the whole package, and now he’s broke, humiliated, and somehow still horny as fuck. The plot is simple on paper: someone screwed him over, he got kicked off his throne, and now he claws his way back up by joining the local mafia and turning his own house into this weird mix of crime HQ and pervy playground. It sounds ridiculous, and it is, but that’s kinda why it works. One moment you’re helping him deal with shady guys in suits, the next you’re peeking through keyholes to watch a girl ride a dildo she swears is “for back pain only.” The game just shrugs like, yeah, that’s normal. Helga, Olga, Mirian, Layla, Ronda, Phoebe… every name drops like some bootleg crossover of childhood cartoon parody and cheap soap opera, and they all come with their own flavor of fuckery. Helga being a tsun brick with big tits is probably the least surprising thing in here. The first time Phil accidentally walks in on Layla, ass in the air, playing with a toy in front of her phone camera, I actually paused and laughed, because of course the old pervert doesn’t back out. He just stands there, breathing heavy, and the game lets you drag that voyeur moment out longer than it should. The teasing is constant, insanely slow at times, like the devs are edging you on purpose. You grab tits, you grope asses, someone complains, someone moans, and the line between “oops” and “he totally meant that” is very blurry. It’s a sandbox structure, so you bounce around the house, repeat scenes, poke at characters until new stuff unlocks. Sometimes it’s hot, sometimes it’s just Phil being a creepy old fuck and you go “okay dude, relax,” but then you click the same option again anyway, so who’s the real problem here.

What I didn’t expect is how much the game leans into Phil being old, not in a sad way, but like a filthy legend past his prime trying to speedrun a comeback. He talks about his “glory days” while staring at a teen with a big ass bent over the kitchen counter and whatever sympathy you had just melts. And yet, the game still lets him be this weird charm bomb. He flirts with Milfs and teens like it’s all the same sport, one minute groping some big tits in a cramped hallway, the next sabotaging some poor bastard’s date so he can swoop in. There’s a scene with Olga where he “helps” her with yoga, and you can practically smell the sweat and desperation when he pretends his hands just “slipped” to her ass. Anal stuff shows up more casually than I expected too, like Phil is just ticking off a bucket list he started thirty years ago. The parody angle pops out more in small jokes: little nods to “Hey Arnold” style names, some girl literally named Ronda who looks like she walked out of a bootleg hentai version of a kids show, and the game never points at it directly, it just sits there and lets you be the one who feels dirty for noticing. Sex toys appear in random places, like a vibrator casually on a coffee table, and Phil’s reaction is always the same horny old man energy, half shocked, half delighted. I only really got annoyed at tiny things, like how the same teasing line repeats in certain scenes and the timing of some events feels off, you walk in, get blueballed, leave, come back, same half-finished seduction, like the universe is lagging. But then you hit a new voyeur moment with Phoebe showering, water dripping over huge tits pressed against the glass, and the irritation just fades into the background noise. Nothing feels polished, not the pacing, not the transitions, not even the way Phil talks, but in this type of game it kind of fits. It’s like dirty fanfic that escaped, got some code slapped on it, and decided to become your new guilty habit without asking.

This one feels like someone smashed a horny occult comic, a school harem fantasy and a crunchy stat game together, then just left some of the screws loose on purpose. You play as Caleb, a magician who looks like he smells of cheap coffee and old paper, not glitter and fireballs. The vibe is more “burned-out grad student who sees ghosts” than superhero, which I kinda liked. He’s stuck in this weird school environment where half the people are hiding something nasty under their skin and the other half are pretending they don’t notice. Classes feel like a joke until you realize some of them actually change how you can twist people’s minds or how hard you can push monsters before they chew you up. One minute you’re flirting with a girl with absurdly huge tits over some nonsense assignment, the next you’re in a corridor that suddenly feels too long and too dark and you know there’s something in the corner of your eye that isn’t human at all.

The teasing is pretty much constant, sometimes in a good way, sometimes “ok, show a nipple already, I get it.” There’s a scene early on with a big-ass goth girl in a mostly empty classroom, legs up on the desk, playing with a pen in her mouth while she casually talks about possession and curses. The camera keeps following her lips when she slides the pen out, wet, and it is so obviously foreshadowing a deepthroat blowjob later that you almost want to laugh. When it finally happens, it’s actually animated, messy, noisy, with her choking a bit and trying to keep eye contact, and your choices during the build-up change if she treats it more like worship or like a power move. She acts like she’s the one in control at first, then your hand is suddenly on the back of her head and her eyes water and that little shift from smug to needy hits harder than any “high-quality animation” ever could. And then, right after that, the story drags you into a paranormal investigation scene where the mood is creepy as hell and you still kinda taste the blowjob on your brain. This contrast works... until it doesn’t, because sometimes the pacing just crashes. There was a hallway monster encounter with a tentacled shadow thing that had insane build-up, then it ended in like two clicks and no proper payoff, sexual or story-wise. Also, the stat system is a bit of a dick. I failed a check in what looked like a horny scene with a busty teacher and it just cut to black and skipped the lewd part entirely. No hint why, no “you needed X points,” just cold “fuck you.” I actually alt-tabbed to rant on Discord about it, then went back and grinded a bit like an idiot, because I wanted to see her wrap those enormous tits around the MC and use a tiny cleansing spell on his cock while she pretends it’s some “aura inspection.”

Where it gets interesting is how the magic and sex tie together. Caleb’s abilities are not just combat tricks. You can slightly nudge people’s emotions, twist their fear of the unknown, sharpen your senses until you hear heartbeats speed up when you touch them. There’s a scene in the school courtyard at night with this shy girl who’s obviously not fully human, something about her eyes, and if you spent points in the right branch, you can feel that thing moving inside her when you lean in. You press her up against a tree, her skirt riding up over a frankly stupidly round ass, and you can tell she’s scared of losing control of the monster in her, but also desperate to be used. The game lets you decide if you calm the beast down with subtle magic and make the sex soft and weirdly tender, or if you poke at it, teasing until her nails dig in your back and she growls in your ear while riding you. What annoyed me, though, is that sometimes the story acts like your choices are huge, then shoves you into the same corridor investigation anyway. There was this whole build of paranormal tension, a bathroom mirror that shows what you really are instead of your face, almost no clothing left, nipples hard, your hand between a girl’s thighs while something invisible taps on the glass from the other side, and just when it feels like it’s about to combine the horror and the sex properly, it cuts to a stat screen. Like, why right there? Who thought “yeah, this is a good moment to remind you about your Perception level”? Still, when it hits, it hits. The oral scenes feel wet and filthy, the big tits and big asses are not just “look, boobs,” they’re framed in ways that say a lot about power and shame. It’s messy in tone, half brilliant and half “what the hell are you doing,” but in this genre, that kind of broken energy sometimes feels more honest than a clean, polished fetish checklist.