Oscar should honestly be in a hospital bed, but whatever, here he is stuck at home, glued to his phone like the rest of us, except his notifications are basically horny psychic pings from his fiancée. The whole thing plays out inside this chat app style interface, like you’re scrolling Telegram and WhatsApp and some cursed sexting app at the same time. You’re not “controlling” Lucy exactly, you’re just this poor bastard typing back to her and feeling every wave of her mood hit you in the crotch. She’s at work, she’s getting dressed, she’s “out with coworkers” and you already feel that warm, wrong tension before she even tells you what’s happening. You send a teasing text, she sends a selfie that is way too spicy for someone “accidentally” pressing the wrong button. It’s all texts, pics, voice notes, and those long pauses where she’s obviously doing something and you’re staring at a typing bubble that just vanishes. Very healthy relationship, right? Totally fine.

Then this guy Logan shows up in her life and the whole chat turns into a slow mental car crash. He’s smooth as hell, and you only ever see him through what Lucy tells you and what she very carefully doesn’t tell you. You answer as Oscar, like “yeah babe, go have fun” while you feel that sick mix of jealousy and arousal punching your brain. That part is weirdly accurate by the way, the way the writing weaponizes that tension. One moment she’s shyly asking you what panties you prefer and sending a mirror pic, the next she’s “accidentally” letting slip that Logan saw a bit too much when she bent over. You can push her, encourage her, guilt trip her, pretend to be cool. Sometimes she starts masturbating while calling you and moaning another guy’s name halfway through, and you have that choice to either lean into it or freak the hell out. The app makes you feel like a creeper voyeur without any fancy graphics, just your own brain filling in what’s happening offscreen while they’re in the same room and your phone goes strangely quiet.

There are branches everywhere, but they’re not screaming “BIG CHOICE” in your face. Just small, fucked up moments where you decide to ask for more detail about what Logan did, or you say you’re turned on, or you try to pull her back into romance mode, and the tone of the whole chat shifts. One path she’s still this sweet girl sending you soft nudes and whispering on the phone while touching herself “only for you,” another path she’s openly telling you how good it felt when someone else pushed inside her and you can’t tell if she’s confessing or bragging. The corruption creeps up in regular conversations: morning texts, lunch breaks, late-night drunk calls where she’s in a bathroom stall trying to decide if she goes back to the table or back to a cock. You can be jealous, supportive, a bit of a pervert, or all three in the same conversation, and the game doesn’t babysit you with “good boyfriend” points or any of that crap. It just lets you sit there, clutching your phone, hard as hell, watching Logan slowly steal your girl while she sends you play-by-play and sometimes asks “is this too much?” when it’s already way too far. And the worst part is you keep pressing reply.

The first thing that hits you here is not even the sex, it is this weird calm feeling of “oh, this world actually believes its own bullshit.” You are this trans woman professor, not some confused teen, not a porn puppet. You have tenure, students who don’t secretly hate you, a boyfriend who tries, and a society that spent decades messing with gender roles until nobody remembers where the old rules even started. Masculinity, femininity, whatever, everyone is remixing the same pieces. But of course, the game looks at all that and goes: ok, now how do we make it horny and slightly wrong in the head.

It starts like a slice of life college story. Lectures, staff meetings, coffee in shitty reusable cups, talking to coworkers who gossip more than your students. You answer some choices, tease people a bit, or stay “professional” if you want. Then slowly the mask slips. The femboy TA who keeps showing up in tighter clothes each week, the girl student who looks at you with that mix of curiosity and jealousy, the other trans characters who make you feel seen and also turn you on way too much for something labeled as “academic environment.” The writing leans hard into the idea that your MC is usually the one on top, both in conversation and in bed. Sex scenes feel like negotiations of power: a hand on a throat, a soft word, that tiny choice of “push it further” or “let them breathe” that suddenly flips the whole mood. One moment you are helping a shy femboy with his “research project,” the next you have him folded over your office desk, your nails digging into his hips while he tries not to moan loud enough for the corridor. The game is obsessed with body transitions and growth too: bigger boobs, thicker ass, that slow visual and textual change that sneaks up on you. You notice a new curve in a CG, a new line of dialogue like “those pants didn’t fit you last week,” and it feels less like a stat change and more like corruption mixed with self-love. Sometimes it is sweet, sometimes it is clinical, sometimes it is straight up fetishy. There is pixel stuff and slick CG hentai living next to each other, like the dev could not decide which aesthetic to commit to and just said fuck it, all of them. It should feel messy but somehow that chaos gives the sex more texture. One scene may be a simple blowjob in a quiet dorm room, lips shiny, your MC guiding the pace, the next is a mystical, almost horror-style encounter with something not completely human that still wants to get railed. The supernatural pieces drop in casually, like, “oh yeah, also there might be a demon girl in your department.”

The tone walks on this line between parody and “too real.” Characters say ridiculous gender-theory jokes, do cosplay, talk about Persona like they misremember which entry had which waifu, but in the same breath they admit stuff like “I like being used, but only when I choose who uses me.” You get corruption arcs without cheap cruelty, group scenes that feel chaotic and hot instead of just checking boxes, voyeur moments where you catch two students experimenting and quietly decide if you interrupt or just touch yourself in the shadows. The game takes its time, it is a slow burn, lots of teasing, edging, masturbation scenes where your MC is scrolling through some cursed porn on her phone, like she has a Pornhub account full of weird tags and she is tired of pretending she doesn’t. There is a whole school setting underneath the smut that almost feels wasted, like the dev could write a normal visual novel but chose futa sex toys and blackmail scenarios instead, thank god. Some routes let you play psychological games with people, pushing them a bit past their comfort, then pulling back so nobody can call it non-consensual. You get sleep sex hints, exhibitionism in quiet hallways, stockings and heels on polished floors, that sick thrill of being respected by day and absolutely filthy at night. Someone will complain that the MC is too confident, too often in control, but that is kind of the point: this isn’t a tragic trans story begging for sympathy. This is a horny professor who knows what she wants, who will fuck femboys, women, and other trans bodies like she is writing her own twisted gender thesis, one creampie at a time, and the world around her just tries to keep up.

This one feels like somebody smashed together a horny sci-fi comedy, a porn addict’s Steam library, and that one awkward prom story everybody pretends never happened. You’re basically this geeky student loser with more browser tabs than actual friends, and instead of finding a real date you just go, “fuck it” and order a high-end sex robot from the sketchiest future-Amazon knockoff. From the second she shows up, the game is already poking fun at you: you’re doing the cringe setup, pretending to read the manual, messing with sliders you absolutely don’t understand, and somehow she still ends up way too smart and way too hot for you. It’s all in that slow build where she stands there naked or almost naked, big tits out, reacts to your choices with these smug little expressions, and you’re there choosing between being a gentleman for like 5 seconds or going straight for “suck me off” like a degenerate. And yeah, the ahegao stuff hits hard when you finally push her into full sexbot mode, tongue out, eyes rolled, that “oh fuck I broke the android” kind of face. The voyeurism kicks in when you start using cameras and spying on her “idle” routines, and it feels wrong in exactly the way you want from a porn VN. You tell yourself you’re gonna do the story, and then you’re 20 minutes in, paused mid-dialog, zoomed in on her mouth thinking about that first oral scene.

The wild part is that it pretends to be about choices and programming and “AI stuff”, but half the time you’re just horny-clicking your way into trouble. One run you focus on making her obedient, like a proper toy: lots of teasing, handjobs on command, anal if you’re pushing it, multiple penetration setups with printers and toys you really should not be allowed to own as a broke student. Another run you let her think for herself more, and suddenly she’s calling you out, pushing your buttons, riding you like she’s the one in charge. The NTR being avoidable is clutch; the game loves to dangle jealousy in your face, hinting that Emily or some other presence might walk in, might touch, might share, but you can absolutely shut that shit down if you just want your robot waifu all to yourself. Or not. I had one moment where I let things get too “open” and instantly regretted it, closed the browser, then came right back to try again like a clown. Sound is low-key great too, not in a “wow orchestral score” way, more that dirty little moans and sucking sounds sync up with the CG hentai visuals so nicely you forget you were here for the “adventure” part. I kinda hate how much I loved customizing her, swapping outfits, adding toys from that printer, like I was in a horny character creator in The Sims, but hotter and way more cursed. Game is scuffed in spots, pacing jumps, some scenes come out of nowhere, but that almost makes it better, like your porn stash suddenly learned to talk back and ask you who you love more: your grades, your human crush, or your perfect plastic cum dumpster. Anyway, I keep telling myself I’ll do a “wholesome” route next time, then I see her kneeling between my legs, eyes up, drool on her chin, and yeah, no, that’s not happening.

Phil is that horny old landlord your mom told you to never trust, except here you actually want to see what kind of trouble he gets into. The game throws you into his shitty boarding house right when he lost everything: money, status, and his precious title of “universe top fucker” or whatever his ego calls it. Instead of some epic heroic story, you kinda shuffle around his house like a nosy ghost with a boner, peeking into rooms, catching girls in half-dressed moments, and poking your nose where it really shouldn’t go. First time I walked past Helga’s door and heard that muffled buzzing sound? Yeah, I knew it was a toy, but still clicked like a goblin. You catch her, pants around her knees, toy shining with lube, cheeks red as hell, and the game just lets you sit in that weird “am I being a bastard right now?” feeling. Accessibility wise, though, man, small text, tiny UI buttons, that pale font on a light background crap, like they hate everyone with bad eyesight. I had to lean closer to my screen like an old man myself.

Phil is clearly a pervert, they don’t even pretend otherwise. He sniffs panties, spies through doors, “accidentally” bumps into teens in towels, gets horny over MILFs like Olga and Layla, and the whole house is basically one long excuse to be a voyeur. Some moments are surprisingly funny, like when you catch Phoebe bending over and the camera angle is just pure “big ass appreciation”, no shame at all, with Phil’s inner monologue going from poetic to totally filthy in half a second. Then you jump into this mafia subplot and it feels like the game suddenly remembered it has a story. You go meet these ridiculous mob guys while still thinking about how to grope somebody in the hallway without getting slapped. It’s messy, but in a way that fits Phil’s brain. I kept wishing they had more proper options for people who can’t use mouse well, like keyboard navigation or at least bigger hitboxes on some of the tiny icons, but yeah, doubt they’ll ever bother. At one point I even tried to tab through things like I do in Chrome, and of course, nope.

The parody side is kinda unhinged. They just look at “Hey Arnold” and go, “yeah, we’re horny now,” and suddenly you’re dealing with Helga and friends but aged up, turned gloriously hentai, boobs way too big for any back, and asses made for screenshots. It’s weird, slightly cursed, and that’s kinda the charm. One scene with Ronda teasing you in the corridor, slowly backing up against Phil, grinding that thick ass on him while pretending she didn’t notice he’s hard, stuck with me way longer than the plot twist about who ruined his life. Anal scenes pop up more like rewards than story, but when they happen, they’re not shy: spit, toys, Phil grunting like his back is about to give out. Tabbing through menus though? No proper highlight, no screen reader cues, nothing. If you use stuff like NVDA or even basic Windows zoom, it feels like you’re fighting the game more than enjoying it. Still, you walk away remembering Phil’s stupid grin when he finally gets his hands on those panties he wanted from the start, and how disgustingly proud he looks. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

Friday night bar vibe, wet pavement outside, that low hum of people pretending they’re not lonely. That’s pretty much the energy this game starts with. You’re a guy with a camera and a small studio that feels like it smells of coffee and cheap perfume, and she walks in like she owns the room. Perfect hair, that kind of tight top you instantly know is going to “accidentally” slide up in a few scenes, and eyes that say she’s bored but curious. She talks about modeling, you talk about photography, both of you are obviously thinking about fucking. The game doesn’t pretend otherwise, and I kinda respect that. It plays like a dating sim where the bullshit small talk actually matters, because one wrong answer and suddenly she’s just “tired” and wants to go home early, leaving your dick and your mouse hand disappointed.

What I liked is how slow the tension builds when you play it nice. You can go straight into horny territory and push her, but you feel it when she pulls back and folds her arms, like “ok, chill, dude”. Or you go the other way, soft compliments, keeping eye contact, teasing about her poses. There was this one moment in the studio when I had her on the couch pretending to be shy, and I tried a joke about her being “too hot for this cheap camera”. She laughed, leaned forward, her top slipping open just a bit, and the game let me choose to either keep it professional or “fix” her outfit with my hands. Of course I clicked the horny option. Her tits basically spill out, and you get this slow, animated titfuck scene that actually feels earned, not just thrown in your face in the first 2 minutes like most trash. For me the best part is when she starts riding your lap while still half in “photo mode”, pretending it’s just another pose, but her breathing is all wrong for that. The vag scenes are straight and clear, no weird camera cuts, every thrust looks heavy and sticky. Oral feels intimate too, because the animation actually reacts to your previous choices, like she’s either eager and messy or more hesitant and slow. It’s not AAA content, some angles are weird, but her face when she finally sits fully on your cock and just sinks down, holding your shoulders, that sold me. I just wish the game let me be a little more rough without instantly flipping her mood, but maybe that’s the point, that you’re not some porn logic machine and have to actually read her. Anyway, I opened it on a side tab thinking “ok, quick fap”, and yeah, that didn’t happen. I replayed to see how soft I could make that final night feel and somehow ended up more turned on than with the hard pushy route, which is annoying because I told myself I was just here for the quick anal option and then forgot to even check if it had one in that run.

Jane feels like that girl you keep seeing in the same porn ads and suddenly you care what happens to her. This sequel leans hard into that feeling. It throws you back into her mess of a life, with her getting pulled between being used, enjoying it a little too much, and pretending she still has control. The game is dirty in a very casual way, not high-gloss pornstar fantasy, more like “I shouldn’t be watching this, but I’m already hard, so too late”. One minute she’s getting dragged into some “training” scene where a guy holds her by the hair and decides how deep her throat can go, next minute she’s in a semi-normal conversation trying to act like a regular girl while still dripping cum inside from the last creampie you gave her five clicks ago. It’s stupid. It’s hot. Both things are true.

What surprised me is how much it loves putting Jane on display. She gets pushed into situations where people just watch her get used. Public showers, “accidental” nudity, getting fingered behind a half open door while someone on the other side pretends not to notice. There’s this one scene where she’s standing in a hallway in just a short shirt, no panties, and you can send her out to talk to a guy who clearly sees everything. If you push it, you can make her let him touch, then go from awkward groping to her bent over in the corridor, getting pounded while another guy appears from nowhere and grabs her tits like this is a shared toy. It’s not subtle. There’s anal and double stuffing and all that, but the best moments are when she hesitates a second and you still push the option that turns her into a wet hole for whoever is there. Sometimes she fights it, sometimes she rolls her eyes and opens her legs. And sometimes she’s the one asking for the toy, which honestly ruined me a bit.

The game pretends to be a sandbox, and yeah, you can wander around and poke into different rooms, trigger scenes, grind a bit like a lazy RPG, but really you’re just chasing the next excuse to see Jane get used by more people at once. I liked that I could kind of choose if she ends up more submissive slave who gets collared and shared between a bunch of dudes of different races, or that not-quite-girlfriend who still ends up on her knees blowing a stranger in a dark corner while her “owner” watches. There are toys, ropes, hands, mouths, everyone putting something in her somewhere. Sometimes it feels like too much, like the game is trying to check all boxes at once, then suddenly you hit a small, quiet bit where it’s just her and another girl, slow teasing, soft kissing, gentle licking between her thighs, and it almost feels romantic until the strap-on comes out and she’s moaning like a bitch again. I kinda wish some choices mattered more, but at the same time, I’m there on my phone during a boring tram ride, one hand scrolling, one hand not exactly innocent, so I don’t really care if the stats are fake. Jane opens her mouth, or her ass, or both. People use her. She gets filled. You tap “next”. It works.

Guardian angel shows up, looks like a pornstar that escaped from a Renaissance painting, and decides your life is too pathetic to watch sober. That is the basic flavor here. Umabela lands in your world with huge soft tits, ridiculous ass, that smug little holy smile, and this very specific “I’m supposed to be pure, but I already know every position from chapter 6 of Pornhub” aura. As an aesthetic piece it’s funny, because her design is so over the top that it goes past sexy and loops back to sexy again. Wings, halo, curves everywhere, and then the camera just loves her. The way scenes frame her hips when she bends over to “help” you with something, or how the lighting licks around her skin, it feels like the artist is horny and slightly obsessed, and I respect that honesty. Some shots look a bit stiff, not gonna lie, like a high quality poser render that forgot to relax the fingers, but then you get a close-up of her face mid-oral and suddenly you forgive everything, because the expression sells the whole “nice angel losing control on a mortal’s dick” fantasy better than any polished animation reel.

Since it’s kinetic, you’re just along for the ride, no choices, no pretending your decisions matter. Strangely, that fits the theme: she’s literally a guardian angel hijacking your life, so you being rail-roaded into success and pussy-fueled comfort kind of makes sense. She decides you need help, and “help” means cheating solutions, shortcuts, and then sexual “rewards” that stop being rewards and become the main show. One of my favorite bits is when she pretends she’s only here to fix your career, then the camera just drifts lower, her robe “accidentally” opens, and you can see her fighting with herself for like two seconds before she grabs you by the head and shoves your face between her thighs. That whole teasing escalation from gentle divine guidance to full-on anal and creampie is paced like she’s trying to maintain some holy dignity while also getting absolutely railed. And sure, there’s male dom elements, with you pushing her around, making her gag on it, using toys on her ass while she gasps that “this is forbidden”, but you always feel like she’s the one who started it. She gave you this new confidence and then acts shocked you fuck her like you mean it.

The sex itself is very direct, no shy fade-to-black. We get oral where she looks up with those wet eyes and the halo shining behind her like some fucked up religious porn poster, vaginal where her tits bounce all messy and ungraceful, and anal scenes that feel like a deliberate “yeah, we’re past redemption now, enjoy it”. There are nice small touches too, like how she clings to you with her wings when you go deep, or that tiny twitch in her mouth when you cum inside and she realizes she just got a creampie from the human she was supposed to guide. Animations are not Hollywood level, some loops repeat a bit too obviously, but the rhythm of thrusting and her body responding is good enough to get your brain in that specific horny fog. If you came here for high art plot, you’ll laugh. If you came for an angel with massive breasts, big ass framed shamelessly in half the shots, some light bdsm edge, and that sweet “I’m breaking every rule for you” energy, it hits very nicely. I just wish they let you make at least one stupid choice that ruins everything, but of course the guardian angel keeps the script tight and your dick even tighter.

Guy comes back to his hometown thinking he will just fix up his dead dad’s old bar, act like a serious businessman, bla bla, “future, goals, life”, all that crap. Then Christmas hits, snow outside, lights everywhere, and suddenly he is stuck in a warm house with three very different women who all act like they just accidentally forgot what personal space means. It feels like one of those “I’m just staying here for a while” situations that slowly turns into “why is everybody walking around in tiny shorts and no bra, this is not normal, right?” The whole thing has that lazy holiday vibe where time feels slower, he’s supposed to work on plans and numbers, but he just keeps ending up on the couch with a MILF in a tight sweater leaning way too close, her tits almost falling out while she pretends to talk about decorations. There is one scene where she bends over to pick up a box and the camera just hugs her ass. You know exactly what the dev wants from you there.

The Christmas thing is not just wallpaper. There is a sexy Santa outfit that honestly should be illegal. Red fabric barely holding together, stockings, heels, that stupid little hat. She sits on his lap “as a joke” and you get the POV shot where her hips slowly grind on him while she laughs in his ear like it’s nothing. You can feel him trying to keep it together, you can see the moment he just gives up and grabs her by the waist, fingers digging into her soft skin, that first clumsy grope that turns into full-on grinding, her moaning through a smile with those over the top ahegao faces that somehow still work here. The game loves teasing. You get so many close calls: hand sliding up a thigh, lips brushing, tongue only touching for a second before she pulls back with that “not yet” look. It pisses you off and turns you on at the same time. There is this virgin energy on the guy, like he thinks he can stay polite, but then he ends up with his hand inside a warm, wet pussy under a blanket while a Christmas movie plays in the background. That moment when she bites his shoulder to keep quiet during a handjob, and you suddenly forget there was even a holiday plot.

What surprised me, it is actually pretty funny sometimes. The humour is dumb, horny, perfect for this kind of story. There’s a scene where he walks in at the worst moment, catches one of them half naked in front of a mirror, playing with her own tits, checking how they bounce. Instead of freaking out, she just stares at him in the reflection, slowly keeps going, and you get that voyeur vibe while she shy-smiles and whispers “you like that, don’t lie.” From there it’s all messy Christmas sins: sloppy oral with strings of spit shining in the Christmas lights, noisy mouthfuls, her looking up with wet lips; his cock buried deep, her back arched on the bed, snow glowing bluish from the window while he pushes in harder and she loses it, eyes rolled back. There is anal too, of course, the kind where she acts like she can’t take it and then suddenly she is begging for more. Creampie shots that stay on screen a bit too long, like the dev is proud of the animation. Some choices actually matter for the romance side, but I kept forgetting to care because I was too busy watching a MILF ride him in a Santa hat, cheeks slapping, her laughing and moaning at the same time. It is horny, kinda sweet, kinda dumb, and weirdly cozy, like porn wrapped in tinsel.

Kinoff City feels filthy in that specific gay way where every corner has a story and most of those stories end with someone on their knees. In the middle of all that, you get Samson, this huge rhino cop with a body built like a battering ram and the emotional baggage of a whole porn studio worth of daddy issues. He’s not some twink fantasy, he’s a thick, tired, grieving bastard who walks around like the world already punched him in the gut, and he’s still horny on top of that. His arrival as the new police chief is less “law and order” and more “who’s going to end up with his cock down their throat first while he pretends it’s just discipline.” The city calls itself the gay capital for a reason and it doesn’t take long before you’re shuffling between crime scenes and cocks, interrogations that turn into rough blowjobs, and “pat-downs” where his hands linger too low and too long on some big ass that clearly wants it.

The game doesn’t play shy with the fact everyone’s an animal guy. Thick horns, heavy tails, huge asses, all those big furry bodies packed into tight uniforms or barely-there street clothes. Samson’s brother Harry tags along as the “good one” trying to keep him from collapsing, but there’s this constant tension that feels too close, like he’s a little too devoted, a little too ready to get on all fours if that’s what it takes to “calm” his brother down. You move through the story on your phone, tapping choices while lying in bed, maybe telling yourself you’ll just check one scene before sleep, then you hit some alleyway encounter where Samson slams a punk against the wall, claws gripping his hips, thick rhino cock pushing between trembling cheeks. The punk begs, Samson calls him a slut, and suddenly you forgot that annoying little UI sound effect that weirdly doesn’t fit the tone at all. Oral and anal aren’t just optional scenes; they’re part of the city’s language. Blowjobs traded for information. A tight asshole offered as apology. A nephew watching his father from afar and imagining that same rough hand on the back of his neck, forcing him down until his jaw aches. Half the fun is that awkward mix of guilt and arousal when the game reminds you these “criminals” and “sons” are all orbiting the same massive dominant bull who doesn’t even trust himself.

What I liked is how it rarely feels “clean.” Sex is messy, sometimes cruel, sometimes desperately tender by accident. One minute Samson is railing some cocky troublemaker over a desk, using him like a toy, calling him a good boy and a worthless whore in the same breath. Next scene he’s just staring at the city lights, thinking about the four sons who vanished, while you know damn well at least one of them is out there getting his ass stuffed by strangers just to forget him. The game lets you lean into that big-dick daddy cop vibe, pushing characters to their knees, deciding who gets to choke on his shaft, who gets their ass pounded until they can’t walk straight. But also it kind of punishes you quietly for it sometime. You’ll pick the “rougher” option in a sex scene, enjoy every second, then two scenes later someone looks at Samson with this mix of fear and need that hits different. On mobile, it almost feels like sexting with the whole city, just you, your thumb, and a spiral of furry guys with thick asses, dripping mouths, and too many secrets. If you go in, let yourself be a bit cruel. Take time to replay the more explicit routes, choose the nastier dialogue, see who breaks first when Samson really decides to use that body, that status, that cock. And yeah, the city will judge him for it, but you won’t.