Xweb looks like something a horny creep coded after binging too much Black Mirror and porn parody anime, and honestly that’s the charm. You’re this “Secret User” in a sketchy underground app where strangers send you messed up requests, and you answer them by typing out custom commands, like you’re tech support for perverts and psychos. One guy wants his cheating wife exposed, another wants to stalk an idol with ridiculous tits, someone else is begging you to fix a cursed sex tape that literally kills people who watch it. The UI keeps pinging your phone like Telegram plus OnlyFans plus something that really should get your device seized at airport security. Between answering clients, the story cuts to animated scenes where your choices clearly messed up someone’s life or turned them into your next obsessed toy. It’s not just “click to see boobs” either; the conversations are surprisingly long and filthy, with the girls oversharing way too fast, sending pics that get more hardcore the more you push them. One moment a shy student is asking if it’s wrong to fantasize about her professor, next moment she’s sending you a video of her riding a dildo in the dim light, her huge tits bouncing like it’s a cheap camshow and she keeps whispering your username like it’s sacred. There’s real horny energy in how the text, the voices, and the little animations sync up, even if sometimes the English sounds like Google Translate having a stroke.

Sex-wise the game goes hard into the whole “harem in a horror movie” mood. You’ve got multiple girls orbiting around this Xweb nonsense, each one with their own flavor of messed up. The soft-spoken one with the big ass who “accidentally” leaves her camera on while she changes. The cosplayer with huge boobs who keeps sending you low-angle shots, then later ends up in a corrupted stream where something in the background is not human. Scenes can flip from erotic to creepy without warning. One minute she’s on all fours, moaning while you pound her pussy in some cheap motel with neon light flashing through the window, the next minute the video glitches and her face distorts for a second, like something from a cursed tape, before snapping back while she’s still begging you not to stop. It’s weirdly hot. The vaginal sex is animated in that simple 2D style where everything is about the rhythm: her ass slamming back into your hips, the wet sounds cranked up way too loud, cum filling her and then dripping down her thighs in looping shots that are almost hypnotic. You can tell where the artist spent all the effort: tits and asses wobble, nipples get hard, her expression changes with each thrust, and sometimes it looks a bit off perspective-wise but that just kind of adds to the dirty feel, like you shouldn’t even be watching this. The parody side quietly sneaks in when you recognize archetypes from big anime and mainstream games, but warped, like a “totally not that famous witch girl” with a hat way too big and cleavage even bigger, or a “not that survival horror cop chick at all” who somehow ends up tied to a chair, riding your cock for her life while something claws at the door. Xweb mixes shit that shouldn’t go together: tech support, time travel talk, a hitman looking for you in the real world, and somehow you still end up focusing on one thing: whose tight little virtual hole are you filling next while the entire world apparently goes to hell around you.

James feels like that pretty boy in class everyone whispers about but nobody admits jerking off to. School corridors, magic crap going wrong in the background, that weird island atmosphere where you can tell everyone is hiding something dirty under a thin layer of “normal”. As a lingerie designer, I kept catching myself pausing the game, staring at how they framed his body and thinking, ok, that’s exactly the vibe when you put a guy in semi-sheer mesh briefs and pretend it’s “just for comfort”. The whole story plays like a horny coming-of-age with supernatural sauce, boys testing limits, monsters that look a bit too curious, and that slow teasing where a hand on a thigh is somehow hotter than a full nude. You go from school gossip to “why is that magical creature eyeing my ass” really fast, and it kind of works.

What I like most is how the game treats male bodies almost like outfits to layer and unwrap. You get this school setting, but instead of boring uniforms, it feels like everyone is half ready for a photoshoot and half ready for a blowjob behind the gym. There’s oral, there’s anal, there’s magic involved in ways that made me think of those dressing room mirrors in Zara that somehow always show your best angle. One scene stuck with me: James in a quiet classroom, late, the light is too soft, another boy gets way too close, they argue about something stupid and suddenly the argument melts into a blowjob under the desk while a strange sound outside reminds you this island is not normal at all. It’s messy, a bit clumsy, hot in that “this should not be happening, but it is” way. The twins are another story. They have that mirrored energy that in fashion we use for twin looks, but here it’s more like “are you two going to share him or fight over who gets his ass first”. When they start teasing, it feels like watching a runway where the model is very obviously not wearing anything under that long coat, and you just wait for it to open.

The sandbox stuff turns the island into a kind of horny playground. You wander, poke at places you shouldn’t, trigger scenes that feel like you just swiped right on the wrong guy on Grindr at 11 in the morning and still went to his place. There is one supernatural encounter in the forest that made me laugh because the creature had more rizz than half the guys on Tinder, and it goes from threat to “ok, I’m on my knees now” way too fast. At one point I was annoyed by how I kept looping the same area trying to make a specific sex scene fire, kind of like scrolling Instagram Reels looking for one exact video you forgot to save. The pacing is a bit off, some moments feel like waiting in a fitting room queue, horny and bored at the same time. But then you get a scene where James is bent over, magic crackling in the air, someone using his mouth like it actually belongs to them, and suddenly I forgive everything. It’s trashy and sweet, rough and pretty, like lace jockstraps worn under a school blazer. Totally impractical. Completely the point.

Jennifer starts as this kinda stuck up, kinda lost girl who suddenly has to deal with dead dad, weird inheritance, and oh yeah, surprise, you’re a witch now. Not the cute cartoon type. More like “your body is a fucking weapon and everyone around you is low‑key a perv about it” type. Game drops you in with her already stacked like a hentai thumbnail: huge tits, fat ass, tight clothes that absolutely are not work‑appropriate, and then lets the world react to that in the worst possible ways. First thing that hit me was how much the camera loves her. It keeps finding angles where her boobs fill half the screen when she talks to someone, or when she climbs stairs the shot sort of lags behind her ass like a horny dog. It’s not subtle. Sometimes it’s actually too much, I caught myself trying to click past dialog and just staring at jiggle physics like an idiot. Then again, that’s kind of the point, right? Or maybe the point is something else, I forgot halfway when the shop guy “accidentally” pressed up against her back during a cutscene and the game just lets it happen.

What I liked way too much is how the game treats “private” moments. Jennifer’s room becomes this little porn stage. You come back after some event, she’s annoyed or stressed or maybe just bored, and you can send her to bed or to shower or just make her laze around. That’s where the voyeur thing kicks hard. You’re not exactly roleplaying her, it feels more like you’re watching her and giving little nudges. She changes clothes, bends over, checks herself in the mirror, and you start thinking “ok, this is harmless,” and then she sits on the bed, hand under panties, and suddenly it’s not harmless at all. There’s a scene where she tries to masturbate quietly because someone is sleeping nearby, and the camera just hangs on her face, half guilt, half need, while you hear soft wet sounds. Nothing fancy, but it hit like porn hidden in a normal game. Except this is not a normal game at all, obviously. She keeps telling herself “just a quick one” and you can choose to push it further or cut it short. I always say I’ll be tasteful and then, yeah, no.

Outside the bedroom, the sandbox stuff makes it feel like a horny daily routine sim. You wander around the town or mansion, talk to people, poke at quests, all that typical RPGM structure, but almost every location has some chance for Jennifer to be touched, brushed, cornered. Some scenes feel like accidents: a crowded hallway where hands stay a bit too long, a drunk guy “stabilizing” her by grabbing her waist and obviously sliding lower, or a perv pretending to sleep while his hand drifts on her thigh. Other scenes are straight out assault and the game doesn’t exactly moralize about it. It actually bothered me at first how often folks just grope her like she’s public property, and then five minutes later I was saving right before those scenes to replay them. The sleep stuff is fucked up in a way that’s so deliberate the game practically winks at you. Camera lingers on her sleeping form, clothes a little displaced, breathing slow, and then someone’s shadow leans in. Or sometimes it’s just you watching her sleep and zooming in on skin, which is weirdly intimate and horny at the same time. The 3D look sells all that, by the way. Faces are a bit plastic sometimes, but her curves are ridiculous in motion. I hated how stiff some animations are, except during the actual lewd parts where suddenly everything moves just enough to make you stare. It’s kind of trashy, kind of hot, kinda repetitive, and I still found myself sneaking another “quick run” on my lunch break at the office with Slack open on second monitor like that would save me if someone walked in.

You come back from a boring business trip with a head full of spreadsheets and hotel porn, expecting your cute newlywed wife to jump on you at the door. Instead she’s napping in the middle of the afternoon, hair messy, phone too close to her hand, and you get this weird little punch in the gut that something’s off. Not “she forgot to feed the cat” off. More like “someone else might have been in this bed” off. She smiles, kisses you, acts sweet, but that tiny delay before she answers simple questions just keeps scratching at your brain. The game takes that small uncomfortable feeling and just keeps poking it, harder and harder, while you try to convince yourself you’re just tired and paranoid. Spoiler: you’re probably not.

The whole thing hangs on that one stupid selfie she sent you while you were away. You know the one. Lingerie that you didn’t even know she owned, tits squeezed up like she’s trying to win a contest, eyes a little too needy. At first you were just horny and you jerked off to it alone in your hotel room. Later, back home, you stare at it again and finally see it: three fingertips on the edge of the frame, some stranger’s hand trying to stay out of view. That tiny detail turns your brain into a crime scene. From there the story slips between your perspective and hers. On your side, you’re walking around the house like a detective in denial, clicking through small things that suddenly feel like clues: the subtle smell on the sheets that is not your cologne, her panties in the laundry that are more lace and less “comfortable wife mode”, her slightly glazed look when you touch her, like she’s comparing you to someone else in her head. On her side, it’s this slow, messy slide from “happy new bride” into “I shouldn’t do this” and then right into “I want him to do it again” while her body language gets looser and her ahegao face shows up more often than you want to admit turns you on a bit too.

Sex scenes aren’t just random porn stops, they sneak up on you. One moment you’re arguing in the kitchen about something stupid, next moment the game cuts to how she spent that same time earlier with another guy, bra on the floor, those big breasts bouncing while she rides him and moans into a pillow so the neighbors won’t hear. Creampies that hit way too raw because you know that same pussy is what you’re supposed to be “making love” to later like some clueless husband. Sometimes you get to fuck her too, and that’s the worst part, because the CG shows her eyes rolling back a bit more when she’s remembering his cock instead of yours. Lingerie that she wears “for you” is actually what he already tore off once. There’s this mystery thread running under everything, not just “who is he” but “how far did she go, and when did it really start” and the more you see her side, the less clean the answer feels. It’s not obedient wife corrupted in one night. It’s little choices, late messages, risky selfies, one kiss that should have stopped but didn’t, and then your whole married life is sitting on the edge of a knife and everyone is pretending not to see the blood. And yeah, the story is kinda linear, but honestly, when you’re watching your own wife slowly turn into someone else’s favorite toy, you don’t feel like you have many choices anyway.