Therapist mode, because someone has to unpack why a guy who can’t keep it in his pants is actually the most emotionally available man in the zip code. My New Memories: The Beginning is a prequel, which already tells you the devs know their audience is in it for the long haul, not a quick fap. This is the origin story of a husband and father, which sounds wholesome until you realize the path to that white picket fence is paved with thighjobs from every woman with a pulse.

The MC is a virgin, a blank slate, and the game treats that not as a joke but as a narrative device. Watching him fumble through first encounters, the awkward handjobs that feel more real than they should, the way a creampie scene lands differently when you’ve read forty minutes of dialogue about his childhood. It’s a dating sim where the “dating” part isn’t a formality. The harem assembles slowly, each MILF and big titted neighbor a full character before she’s a hole. The 3DCG animation is stiff in that specific Ren’Py way, characters moving like they’re underwater, but the faces, the expressions during vaginal sex scenes, they get something right that polished AAA games miss. Vulnerability.

And then the game just. It expects you to read. A lot. The description warns you, but you don’t believe it until you’re on your third cup of coffee and no one’s even taken their top off yet. The lewds are earned, which is great for the story and terrible for the part of your brain that opened this at 1 PM on a Tuesday. The thighjob scene with, god, I forget her name, the one with the perpetually concerned eyebrows, it’s framed like a goddamn renaissance painting if the painter was really into the way flesh dimples under pressure. The romance is the point. The creampies are just punctuation.

I respect the commitment to making every character lewdable eventually. It’s a promise, a threat, a roadmap. You meet someone and think, “Her? Really?” and the game nods slowly. The male protagonist’s journey from fumbling virgin to caring patriarch is the whole game, and it works because the sex scenes are never just sex scenes. They’re conversations. Messy, animated, occasionally clipping through the bed conversations. The harem dynamic never feels gross because the writing earnes it, which is a sentence I never thought I’d type about a game with this many tit physics sliders.

Whoever designed the groping minigame needs to be studied. Not in a lab, just... watched. From a distance. The whole thing runs on this janky, almost sticky timing where you're supposed to click and drag but the hitbox feels like it's been smeared with vaseline. I spent five minutes trying to cop a feel on Numbuh 86 during a debriefing and she just kept repeating her dialogue about mission parameters, completely unphased. It was perfect. That dead eyed stare while your hand phases through her shoulder. Chef's kiss.

The premise is so stupidly specific. Numbuh 1 vanishes after some warehouse incident and the Moonbase just... slots you in. You. Some random guy. Now you're running Sector V and the game immediately asks, with a straight face, whether you'll be a competent leader or immediately start trying to peek up skirts. The management layer is barebones, clicking through daily schedules, assigning operatives to missions you never see. It's just a delivery system for the corruption. Watching Numbuh 5 slowly trade her sweater for something lacier because you kept "accidentally" walking in on her changing. The 2DCG art has this flat, cartoon network sheen that makes the whole thing feel like a lost episode where the censors just gave up and went home.

There's a voyeurism mechanic tied to the treehouse's security cameras that's never properly explained. You just click a button and sometimes you get a scene of Numbuh 3 and 4 doing something vaguely lewd, sometimes it's just static. The spanking trainer is a whole other thing, a rhythm game that punishes you with a game over screen that just says "INSUBORDINATION" in big red letters. The parody aspect is so specific it hurts. If you didn't grow up with this show, the whole thing would be incomprehensible. The sandbox structure means you can just ignore the "plot" entirely and focus on maxing out the corruption stats for the Delightful Children From Down The Lane, which unlocks a weirdly tender lesbian scene that feels totally out of place with the rest of the gropey chaos. It's not good. It's exactly what it needs to be.

The king. What a piece of work. He calls you in, all royal and proper, like he didn't let the brotherhood your dad built just dissolve into nothing. But you go anyway because what else is there. The castle's got that 3DCG look where the lighting is sometimes too bright on the stone walls and the women have chests that defy every law of physics, not that I'm complaining. The queen's tits are practically a character themselves.

The quest starts simple enough but then you're making choices. Real ones. Save this person, kill that one, or the third option. The third option is always the interesting one. Take them into your household. Your household. Like collecting figurines but they're warm and have opinions and massive assets. I spent maybe too long on one early decision about a guard captain, just staring at the screen, weighing the political fallout against the very clear visual benefits of having her around. The game doesn't judge you for being a complete degenerate about it. Male domination isn't just a tag here, it's the whole operating system. You shape things, you bend the kingdom's future around your desires. The medieval fantasy setting means everyone's in these ridiculous outfits that somehow cover nothing important.

The writing is... look, nobody's winning awards. Sometimes the dialogue feels like it was translated through three languages and a fever dream. But then a scene will hit with this raw, explicit energy that makes you forget the clunky bits. There's this one moment with a noblewoman in your chambers after a siege. The game doesn't hold back. At all. The big ass tag is earned, repeatedly. I keep thinking about the brotherhood, about your father's legacy, about how none of that matters when you're deciding which concubine gets your attention tonight. The king's noble, supposedly. Sure. And I'm just his loyal servant, definitely not building a personal harem while the realm burns. The game knows what it is. Do you?

Right, so the bellhop. He's got this grin, yeah? Not a nice one. More like he knows exactly what's going to happen to your ass the second you sign the guestbook at the Grand Butt-Sex Hotel. And you will sign it. The whole setup is this deliberately scuffed, almost shitposty dating sim where you, some guy, check into a hotel run by and for futanari with very particular... dietary requirements. The art by YaBoiBlackout has that slightly off-kilter, expressive 2D style that makes the exaggerated proportions, the absolutely colossal tits and ass, feel more like a cartoonish threat than pure titillation. It's funny. Genuinely. The writing by MarcieMallard is unhinged in the best way, full of these weird little asides and character tics that make you forget you're basically a walking fleshlight with a checkout time.

The first guest I ran into was this absolute monument of a futa, all muscle and condescension, and the whole scene is her just... using my face as a saddle while discussing room service. The animation loops are simple but effective, a hypnotic, wet rhythm that's less about realism and more about nailing a specific, filthy vibe. There's a trap character later on who completely derailed my expectations, and the interracial scene with the businesswoman futa in the penthouse suite has this soundtrack that's just a sleazy bassline that made me feel like I needed a shower. A good shower. The kind where you just stand there.

The mobile version is a bit of a mess, honestly. Buttons are tiny and I fat-fingered past a dialogue choice about anal beads that I'm still mad about. The game doesn't care. It just keeps going, throwing you into the next animated debasement with a new set of sex toys and a character theme that's way catchier than it has any right to be. The female domination isn't some elegant, leather-glove affair. It's messy, it's absurd, and it's written with a specific, sweaty-palmed panic that feels more real than any "stunning visual" showcase. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

Right from the opening scene you can smell something rotten in that house, and I don't mean the weird paranormal tags. Brother comes back after nine years missing. Nine years. Sister's all grown up now, big tits practically spilling out of her school uniform, and the tension between them is thick enough to cut with a knife. The 3DCG isn't winning any awards, faces sometimes look like they're melting slightly, but honestly? The awkwardness kinda works for the whole uncomfortable vibe.

First sex scene caught me off guard. Not because of the nudity, that's expected, but because of how wrong it feels. She's on top, riding him with this desperate look, and the whole time I'm thinking about the crime mystery element simmering underneath. There's blood on someone's hands, literally, and you don't know whose. The investigation parts are basic, click around, find clues, but then you'll stumble into a scene where the sister's massive ass is bouncing and suddenly you forget what you were even looking for. The virgin tag applies to him, obviously, and the game makes sure you remember that with some genuinely awkward fumbling animations that had me laughing then feeling weird about laughing.

The graphic violence isn't constant but when it hits, it hits. One moment you're staring at her chest, next moment there's a flashback to whatever happened nine years ago and it's genuinely disturbing. Not in a fun horror way, more like "oh shit this is actually dark" way. The romance path feels almost wrong to pursue given the family secret stuff, but the game keeps pushing you toward it anyway. And I kept clicking. The paranormal elements pop up randomly, a shadow here, a whisper there, never really explained, and honestly I stopped caring about that part because the sister's bedroom eyes were doing more storytelling than any ghost ever could. Some dialogue reads like it went through three different translators and none of them talked to each other, but somehow that adds to the disjointed, fever dream quality of the whole experience.

The art style is this weird, almost shiny 3DCG that looks like someone discovered the smoothness slider and just cranked it. Everything has that plastic sheen, you know? Like a cheap doll, but somehow that makes the whole thing dirtier. Samantha’s tits are massive, obviously, physics that don’t make any sense at all. There’s a scene early on at her college where a professor just… reaches out. The animation is janky, her arm clips through the desk, but the look on her face. That blank, slowly dawning horror mixed with something else. It’s not about the motion, it’s about that frozen moment of corruption.

Spent way too long on the bus ride home sequence. It’s a groping scene, a classic setup, but the game lets you just… linger. The hand stays there. The silence stretches. You’re waiting for her to scream or something, but the game is more interested in the slow burn of her virgin mind breaking. It’s not a quicktime event, it’s just a pressure that doesn’t let up. My neighbor started drilling into the wall halfway through and honestly the rhythmic banging added a surreal, annoying layer to the whole blackmail vibe. I couldn’t tell if the game was glitching or if it was just Tuesday afternoon.

The humor is accidental, I think. The dialogue is so blunt it circles back to being hilarious. A guy will just say the most unhinged thing about her cheating husband and then the next frame is a poorly rendered handjob. The incest tag is there, lurking in the home scenes, and it’s handled with the same clumsy, direct energy. No subtlety, just a situation and her inevitable, silent agreement. It’s a corruption fantasy that doesn’t bother dressing itself up. The oral sex scenes are weirdly detailed compared to everything else, like the dev spent all their time on one specific mesh. The rest of the world is a blurry background, but that one act is in crisp, horrifying focus. A strange little mess of a game that knows exactly what it is.

The mom in Sweet Revenge has this thing she does with her eyes. It's not a wink exactly, more like she's measuring you for a coffin but the coffin is her cleavage. I kept clicking forward just to see if she'd do it again. The 3DCG models are stiff as hell, like everyone's spine got replaced with a broomstick, but somehow that makes the teasing scenes land harder. She leans in, those massive tits threatening to spill out of her blouse, and the whole thing feels like a threat.

You play some dude who got wronged back in school and now he's back to settle scores through the power of boners. I think. The kinetic novel thing means you're just along for the ride, no choices, which normally I'd hate but here it's almost relaxing. Like watching a porno where someone else is holding the remote. The milf character, god, she knows exactly what she's doing. There's this one scene where she's "helping" you with something and the camera just lingers on her ass while she bends over a desk. You know it's coming. She knows you know. The game knows you know. Still works.

The oral sex segments are where the animation budget clearly went. Everything else is static poses but then suddenly there's actual movement and I nearly choked on my drink. The female domination angle creeps in gradually. At first you think you're the one getting revenge but by the third scene she's got you calling her ma'am while she takes control. The titfuck sequence, I mean, it's what you're here for. The creampie finish is predictable but the buildup, the way she keeps talking down to you the whole time, that's the real payoff. The school setting barely matters after the first five minutes. It's just an excuse to get these two in a room together. The romance tag is doing some heavy lifting, this is more like psychological warfare with orgasms. I forgot to mention the big ass tag but yeah, it's there, prominently. The whole thing runs in browser so you can alt-tab fast when someone walks in. Not that I'd know anything about that.

The Unity engine on this one chugs like a dying laptop fan during the beach scenes, which is ironic because the whole setup is a tropical getaway. Frame drops right when the female protag’s tits bounce during that first stripping game. Not a dealbreaker but my phone got hot enough to fry an egg. The 3DCG models have that plastic sheen, like someone maxed out the specular slider and called it a day. Yet somehow it works for the milf character, her ass catching light in ways that made me forget the janky handjob animation in the previous scene.

The corruption arc hits different when you’re controlling both the male and female protagonist. You make her cheat, then you make him watch, then you make her pretend it’s all part of the game. There’s this one moment where she’s bent over a pool table, spanking sounds synced perfectly to the rhythm minigame, and the guy she’s with isn’t her boyfriend. The mobile optimization is a mess though. Buttons overlap during the groping segments. I tapped to progress dialogue and accidentally skipped a whole vaginal sex scene. Had to replay the entire chapter. Worth it? Maybe. The teasing mechanic where you edge the NPCs before the big competition is undercooked, just a slider with no feedback. Then suddenly the oral sex animations are weirdly detailed, like a different team worked on those.

Community mods already fixed the texture pop-in on the big tits models. Someone uploaded a patch that unlocks all the romance routes without the grinding. Spicy stuff surfaces in the forums too, custom scenarios where the multiple protagonists swap partners in ways the base game only hints at. The cheating tag isn’t just a warning, it’s the whole point. You’ll forget what you were doing mid-sentence because the next temptation loads and the male protag’s corruption meter fills up without you noticing. The game doesn’t care about your choices. Neither do the characters. That’s the appeal.

You know that specific feeling when a parody gets the voice so wrong it circles back around to being its own weird thing? Queen Trainer by AKAMAN is that. It’s a browser based trainer game where you, some generic dude, end up in a position to, uh, *educate* Princess Jasmine. Not Aladdin’s Jasmine. A legally distinct version with absolutely massive, physics defying tits that the 2D art can’t stop staring at. I spent way too long on the first screen just watching the idle animation loop, her chest moving with a kind of hypnotic, boneless momentum that has nothing to do with breathing.

The whole setup is a fever dream of domination and corruption. You’re clicking through menus, managing stats, trying to turn this haughty princess into your personal plaything. The writing is this bizarre mix of stilted English and surprisingly direct filth. One moment it reads like a bad instruction manual, the next it’s describing a blowjob with the clinical detachment of a medical report, and then suddenly it’s all “choke on it, you royal slut.” The tonal whiplash is the best part. It’s not trying to be high art. It’s a hentai parody that forgot the original movie halfway through and just leaned into the trainer loop. The male protagonist is a blank slate, a pair of hands and a cock, which is honestly perfect for this kind of power fantasy.

The sound design, which is my whole deal, is a mess. A glorious, unpolished mess. The wet, sloppy noises during the explicit scenes are mixed way too loud, like someone squelching a half-eaten peach directly into a tin can microphone. There’s a repetitive slapping sound that loops with all the grace of a broken washing machine. It’s jarring and cheap and I kind of love it? It’s so unapologetically amateurish that it becomes endearing. You’re not here for a sensual ASMR experience. You’re here for a raw, unhinged corruption fantasy with a Disney princess who’s been hitting the bimbo button hard. The crossover element is just a thin coat of paint over a very straightforward, very explicit trainer game. Don’t go in expecting a complex plot. The humor is accidental, the art is pure fap material, and the whole thing feels like it was coded in a weekend by someone with a very specific, very sticky vision. It’s not good, but it’s honest about what it is, and sometimes that’s enough. The domination path where you break her spirit completely is particularly nasty, in a way that made me forget what I was even talking about. The jasmine scent in my room right now is a coincidence.