Kat is the kind of girl you swear only exists in horny Discord fantasies: thick ass, huge tits shoved into a cheap cosplay outfit, headset on, math homework half-finished on one monitor and an adult stream chat exploding on the other. She calls herself a gamer, but really she’s juggling way too much, and most of it involves somebody’s tongue somewhere it probably shouldn’t be. You’re basically dropped into her mess right as everything starts to spiral. She’s got a cute college girlfriend who thinks they’re having this sweet lesbian romance, she’s blowing her math grades for “extra lessons” with the professor who likes to slam her face first into his desk, and at home she’s got a futa stepmom walking around the apartment naked, dick swinging while asking if Kat wants help “relaxing” before the next stream. It’s not subtle. The game leans into voyeur stuff hard: webcam on, door half open, clothes half off, someone always watching who shouldn’t be. Sometimes it is the whole class spying on her stripping in a school setting that started as a joke. Sometimes it is the stream audience spamming emotes while she slowly jerks herself off under the desk, pretending she is just “stretching her legs.”

What actually surprised me is how often your choices drag you from one flavor of horny chaos to another. One minute she is live on an adult stream, joking with chat, bending over to “grab a controller” while half of her ass and cameltoe fill the camera, and the next she is on her knees, headset still on, giving sloppy oral to her futa stepmom behind the chair, trying not to moan loud enough for chat to notice. The puzzle bits are that annoying kind of “pretend you’re using your brain” thing: simple minigame, then you get a reward like a creampie scene in the professor’s office with her glasses fogged up and her panties around one ankle. They’re not hard, just enough to make you stop jerking for a second and go “alright, fine, I’ll move the thing into the other thing.” Also the game thinks it’s funny, and sometimes it actually is. Kat pauses mid titfuck to read some dumb donation like “show feet” and just bursts out laughing, milk leaking down her tits while she flips off the camera. Then right after that you get a full on female domination vibe where she pins her girlfriend to the dorm bed, rides her face, and orders her to keep her tongue still so she can “sit on it properly.” I liked that. Then I didn’t. Then I liked it again. Hard to explain, kind of like trying to compare this game to some high art movie, which makes no sense at all, but my brain still tried.

There is a bunch of incest tension with the stepmom that the game absolutely does not try to hide. She is this milf gamer too, sometimes popping into Kat’s stream dressed in cosplay, pretending to be just a “roommate” while her hand slides under Kat’s top off camera. Later you have Kat sneaking into her room, watching her masturbate from the doorway, huge cock in her own hand, moaning softly, and if you choose to walk in, it goes from voyeurism to full-on mutual handjob and oral sex in like two lines of dialogue. Then there is that one classroom scene where Kat is forced to strip in a locked room with the professor, pretending it is some stupid “advanced math lesson” while he makes her solve problems on the board with his cum slowly leaking out of her. Completely over the top, sure, but the voice acting sells it. The moans, the little nervous laughter when she’s trying to act confident but clearly turned on, the way her girlfriend sounds when she catches Kat streaming a “private” cosplay show and instead of leaving, sits down and starts touching herself quietly in the background. Sometimes the humor hits at the worst moments, like right in the middle of a serious creampie confession she cracks a gamer joke that made me roll my eyes and keep going anyway. There is also this small, stupid thing where the stream overlay looks like it was made in five minutes in some bootleg app and it annoys me every time it appears, but yeah, that is never getting fixed. The whole thing feels like watching a very horny Twitch meltdown where the streamer is a math prodigy, a disaster bisexual, kind of a brat, and absolutely addicted to the thrill of everyone almost finding out everything at once.

The game starts in the most depressing way possible: grey office, shitty boss, screens glowing like dead fish eyes. No music on Spotify could save that mood. And then this thing happens, like the world holds its breath for a second and drops Calysindra on your desk. Not in a classy way. More like “hey, here's a horny demon in a body that looks like every late-night search on Pornhub fused together and then cranked up one more notch.” Big tits that actually move with weight, thighs that press together when she leans in, lips wrapping around words like she is already doing oral on your sanity. The game really loves touch. You feel every little move. When she sits in your lap and grinds, the camera doesn’t just show it. It lingers on how her ass spreads slightly over your legs, how her heels dig into the cheap office chair, how her claws sc*** your chest when she leans forward to whisper about taking your soul like it is just another kink.

What I liked is that the corruption doesn’t slam into max filth in one click. It crawls. First time she jerks you off with her feet, it is almost slow, teasing, her toes gliding over your shaft while she watches your face more than your cock. The second time she already knows where your weak spot is, pressing her heel right under the head and smiling like she is proud of herself. You can choose to resist, but the game makes resistance feel physical, like your whole body is buzzing. When you pick the more dominant options, there is this weird satisfaction in grabbing her horns and forcing her down on your dick, watching her throat bulge as she chokes a little, eyes watering, then that tiny smile when she takes you deeper on purpose. And yeah, there is anal too, not just thrown in like an extra, but folded into the story. There is one scene where you push her down on the bed, her wings twitching, her ass raised, and the camera stays on the moment you enter her asshole, how tight it looks stretching around you while she moans something about how demons are made for this kind of abuse. I opened Discord to rant about one tiny texture on the bedsheet that looked weird and then forgot to even send the message because the next creampie scene just absolutely derailed my brain.

The multiple endings thing is not just “good boy” or “bad boy”. It feels more like “who owns who” by the end. You can sink into being her obedient toy, letting her ride you until she drains you dry and fills your head with nothing but her voice, or you can slowly flip it, taking that demonic power in your blood and shoving it right back at her. There is this one path where she crawls to you on all fours, collar on her neck, tits swinging, and you make her open her mouth so you can cum inside and tell her she doesn’t get to swallow until you say so. The game takes its time showing her tongue coated in your load, her cheeks hollowing when she tries to hold it, a single drop slipping from the corner of her lips. Another route has you on your back instead, her riding you until your vision blurs, then locking you in a full-body orgasm while she milks your cock with her pussy, squeezing out every last drop into her, then showing your own cum leaking from her stretched hole. One thing that annoyed me is how her nails sometimes clip weird over the skin in that one hotel scene and I kept staring at it instead of the blowjob, but then she deepthroated again and my brain just quietly accepted the bug as part of the experience. The game feels like sticky skin, hot breath in your ear, sweat between bodies, not just clicking choices, and it kind of fucks with your head in a good, wrong way.

Apartment 69 feels like that horny daydream you had in class when you were supposed to listen to some boring lecture about economics, but your brain just kept circling around who in the room you’d actually let touch you. You’re this 20-year-old guy, freshly in his own place, technically an adult and still a total virgin, which is embarrassing in a fun way. The game leans into that awkward energy a lot. You’re surrounded by hot women who are way too involved in your life, and it never pretends that you’re some smooth porn hero. You’re horny, clueless, and trying not to cum in your own hand before anyone else even gets a chance to do it for you, and that’s kind of the charm.

What I liked is how much time it spends just letting you wander through your day, like a sandbox of bad decisions. One moment you’re in class pretending to focus while secretly staring at the teacher’s tits and trying not to stare at your trans classmate’s tight skirt too obviously, the next you’re back in the apartment, jerking off in the shower because your brain is still replaying how she leaned over your desk. There’s something stupidly relatable in your phone lighting up with messages while you still have cum drying on your stomach, and you have to choose between visiting your “aunt” who keeps hugging you way too long or checking on your “sister” who walks around the place half dressed like she forgot what doors are for. The game doesn’t push a big speech about sexuality, it just treats queer bodies, cis bodies, all of that, as horny fuel in the same universe, which honestly feels more respectful than many “inclusive” games. And still it screws up sometimes, like there are scenes where the trans character is basically a fetish on legs, all about the dick reveal, no real inner life, and it annoyed me enough to close the window and doomscroll on Twitter for a bit.

The pacing is messy and I kind of like that. You can spend ages grinding money with your freelance coding while barely getting anything more than accidental boob gropes in the hallway, then suddenly you take one random choice and you’re balls deep inside a milf who used to talk to you about homework. There’s a great little moment where you’re stuck alone in the apartment, horny out of your mind, and your only “scene” is just the main guy scrolling porn on his phone, jerking off, trying not to think about how much the pornstar’s body type looks like his mom’s. It’s filthy, yeah, but also strangely honest about where those wires cross. The interracial stuff is there too, usually tied up in these “taboo” vibes, like you’re corrupting or being corrupted, and sometimes it hits hot as fuck, sometimes it feels lazy as hell. I wish it gave the dark-skinned characters more actual personality instead of just dirty talk about how tight you are around them, but that’s the thing, it won’t. This game is more interested in pushing you slowly across that line where a handjob turns into groping turns into creampie and suddenly everyone is pretending the family rules never existed. It’s clumsy, it’s horny, it’s all over the place, and it feels like a browser tab you’d keep open next to Discord and pretend you’re just “multitasking.”

Asuna starts out like that quiet girl in class you barely notice, then you find out she’s secretly stealing her crush’s worn gym clothes just to jerk off into them after school, and suddenly the whole vibe of this “ordinary” school feels filthy in the best way. The game leans hard into that pathetic, obsessed futa energy: she’s got a dick, she’s in love, and she’s so pent up it hurts. The turning point is honestly hilarious and kind of hot. She’s in the classroom, hand wrapped around her cock, stroking away with Sakurako’s blazer pressed against her face, and then Sakurako walks in. Instant flop. Her dick goes soft from panic, she’s half-crying, pants around her ankles, and you can almost feel how her stomach drops. Instead of screaming or slapping her, Sakurako just tilts her head, looks at her like some weird bug… and tells her, calm as anything, that if Asuna’s going to masturbate to her, she wants to watch. That line hits like a truck. You can hear it in the voiced scene: casual, curious, a little smug. Asuna’s erection basically respawns on the spot.

What follows is not some grand romance, it’s more like a messed up after-school club where the only activity is Asuna getting milked in every way possible while Sakurako studies her like a pervy science project. The school setting stays small and tight: empty classrooms, the nurse’s office when she “can’t focus,” the quiet hallway where you’re terrified someone will open the door while Sakurako’s kneeling between her legs, swallowing her cock and making these wet choking sounds into the mic. The AI art is weirdly fitting. It’s not perfect, fingers look a bit funky if you stare too long, but the expressions carry the whole thing. Sakurako’s face when she presses her knee between Asuna’s thighs and just slowly grinds until Asuna spurts inside her panties? That ahegao moment where Asuna’s eyes roll up and she bites her own sleeve trying not to scream as she shoots a sticky mess into Sakurako’s hand? It feels accidental and unpolished, which kind of matches the whole “two horny idiots figuring out their kinks” story. The femdom angle creeps up gradually too. At first she just wants to watch. Then she’s giving orders: “Stroke slower. No, hands off. I’ll do it.” Next thing you know, she’s riding Asuna in the music room, bare pussy taking every inch, nails digging into Asuna’s chest while she clenches hard enough that you can hear the difference in the voice acting when Asuna loses it and pumps a creampie into her. There’s anal, toys, those awkward “I shouldn’t like this but I’m moaning anyway” scenes, and a couple of points where your choices actually push you toward different endings, even if the whole time you’re basically trapped in this loop of being watched, touched, used, and begging for more. The game feels kind of cheap and kind of intimate at the same time, like someone’s horny doujin got turned into a Unity project at 3 in the morning with too much caffeine and not enough shame, which, honestly, is exactly the mood here.

Fashion Spice looks at you like one of those super glossy perfume ads, then five minutes later it’s got a tentacle under the table and a vibrator on max in somebody’s ass while the lights flicker like a horror movie. On the surface it’s all catwalks, photo shoots, champagne, big tits wobbling in slow animation while some fashion dude screams about “the vision” in the background. Under that surface, everyone is fucking everyone, sometimes literally at the same time, and half the cast is hiding things that feel way too cursed to be in a modeling agency. It starts kind of normal: a male protagonist trying to climb the ladder, a couple of hot MILF managers who are “too professional” and somehow always end up with their panties around their knees, some shy model who pretends she never masturbates then you catch her riding a toy on the studio couch when she thinks the cameras are off. Then the narrative just keeps twisting. You think, ok this is just romance with tits, then someone signs a contract that clearly isn’t normal, the lights go red, and now there are slick, pulsing tentacles coming out from places you do not want to think about, stuffing every wet hole they find while the character moans like she’s been waiting her whole life to be used like that. And in the middle of that, the game asks you to choose if you want to save her or push deeper into the corruption. I clicked “fuck it, more” on my phone in the metro, by the way, and I regretted nothing except the guy behind me who definitely saw the animated group sex scene.

It’s weird in a good way how it jumps between classy and nasty. One scene is two girls in lingerie, soft kissing, slow oral, fingers gently exploring, like a perfect little lesbian romance with nice soft lighting and that “I’ve wanted you for years” kind of tension. Then next route you switch to the same girl and she’s in a backroom photoshoot, tied up, gagged, and a bunch of “investors” are lining up for anal and multiple penetration while she gets groped from all sides and glazed with cum inside and out. It should feel cheap, but somehow the whole horror angle makes it hotter. There is that one moment on mobile where I was just trying to skip some dialogue, and suddenly the screen is full of teeth, dripping slime, and a monster shadow fucking a model against a mirror while her reflection looks different than her body. It’s actually kind of disturbing, especially because the game keeps acting like it’s still just a normal erotic romance about chasing fame. Sometimes the plot takes itself a bit too serious, like mafia speeches and “power and destiny” monologues while on the next tap someone is deepthroating under the table during a business meeting. But then you get this silent little scene of a burned-out MILF agent masturbating alone in her office with a toy under her desk, pretending to work, and that tiny moment somehow hits more real than all the dramatic stuff. I kept telling myself I’d just check one more route before sleep, then another, because I wanted to see who actually survives this glamorous hellhole and who ends locked in some wet basement with tentacles keeping them permanently stretched and dripping. The game never really lets you relax: one second sweet, next second it’s horror, then romance, then pure porn with creampies, messy oral, monsters, and way too many fingers in the same place, and you’re just there, tapping on your phone, pretending this is still just “fashion content.”

I didn’t think I’d stay up staring at a screen this long for a game that made me this uncomfortable, but also… weirdly warm? It’s that kind of discomfort that sticks under your skin, like when you accidentally watch something too personal and can’t stop replaying it in your head. Rika’s expressions are too real, especially the way the animator caught that tiny hesitation before she leans in. The sounds hit harder than I expected - half sweet, half humiliating. It reminded me of when a song you weren’t supposed to like gets stuck in your head, and now you can’t even hum it without feeling exposed. There’s something almost cruel about how the story doesn’t pause for you to catch up emotionally. You just see him - Naoki - watch and crumble, wanting and hating it at the same time.

At first, I thought it was going for cheap shock. Like, yeah yeah, cheating, jealousy, whatever. But the further it went, the more it turned into this slow drowning feeling. The animations don’t rush; they drag your eyes to every tiny twitch. The wife’s body - soft, almost glowing from sweat - feels too human to dismiss as fantasy. I found myself breathing weirdly shallow, as if someone walked in on me even though I was alone. And that moment when he finally accepts what he wants? It’s messy, not triumphant. He doesn’t even look satisfied, which somehow makes it hotter and sadder at the same time. The creampie scene (you’ll know the one) is quiet, like an apology that turns into a moan. I didn’t expect silence to be that loud.

It’s funny, in a way - some people will call it degenerate, and yeah maybe it is, but it’s also strangely kind to its own filth. I deleted my save then reloaded it five minutes later, just to watch one moment again. That look on her face after - tired, proud, wrecked - it doesn’t leave you. Maybe don’t rush it; let it crawl under your skin a bit. That’s where it really lives.

Tokyo here feels like it’s breathing on your neck. Neon outside, cheap student housing inside, that mix of hope, boredom and permanent horniness you get when you land in a new city and nobody knows your name. You’re the new college kid, thinking about classes for maybe five seconds before the game quietly taps you on the shoulder and goes: “Hey, reality is broken and also every beautiful girl in a 2 km radius wants to orbit you.” It plays in first person so your brain slips into it faster than you expect. One moment you’re scrolling X on your phone in a tiny dorm room, the next a strange girl literally drops into your life like some bugged gacha SSR, talking about incidents in Tokyo, things that feed on desire, portals between worlds. She’s serious, soft-spoken, eyes haunted. You’re thinking: “Ok, sure, weird supernatural disaster,” while also staring at the way her thighs press together when she sits on your bed and pretends not to notice your hard on. Priorities.

The structure is that loose sandbox style where you wake up, check your messages on something that looks just close enough to LINE to make you grin, and decide where to wander. Campus, tiny ramen shop, riverside at night, half-real fantasy zone where the city peels away and turns into something out of a horny isekai. Scenes don’t rush you. Sometimes you’re just walking beside a girl through Tokyo backstreets, her arm brushing yours, both of you talking about some dumb mobile game she’s addicted to or complaining about train delays, and then she suddenly leans against a vending machine, pulls you close, kisses you slow, and you can actually feel that switch from normal day to “oh fuck, we’re doing this.” When panties get pushed aside it’s not shy about anything. Full-view vaginal, your cock sliding in deep, creampie shots that linger a bit too long, her legs shaking as she whispers your name into your ear. Oral is messy, wet, detailed, tongue curling around the tip while her eyes look up like she’s asking both for praise and more dick, and the animation doesn’t try to hide the spit strings, which I respect. Sometimes the harem side goes overboard and girls appear basically because the plot needs more pussy in the room, but then a quiet romance moment slips in, like holding hands on a train while the city flashes past, and suddenly it feels strangely gentle again. It’s not subtle, it’s not “classy,” and it doesn’t even pretend to be; it just lets you live in that weird space where a normal Tokyo semester, a mystery girl from who-knows-where, and a growing circle of lovers all mash together into this messy, horny adventure that keeps pulling you back to see what kind of trouble your dick and your curiosity will get you into next.

Shadow Moon Station feels like somebody took a pretty normal sci-fi office job, shoved it on the far side of the moon, then quietly sprinkled in horny coworkers and corporate sabotage. You play this young engineer guy who clearly thinks he’s just there to fix vents and check data logs, but the moment you arrive, you can feel that “oh shit, everything here is not okay” vibe. The corridors are too quiet, people avoid certain questions, and HR clearly did not prepare you for how hot your new partner is. She’s this sharp, competent woman who can talk for ten minutes about coolant systems and then suddenly make a dry joke that sounds like she’s testing if you’ll flirt back. And yeah, you probably will. I did. Very fast.

The nice thing is, it doesn’t just throw sex at you like “here, boobs, click next.” You spend time actually walking around the station, doing your job, poking your nose into small irregularities that start as “hm, weird” and turn into “okay, somebody is lying on official reports.” At the same time you’re juggling this mess of relationships. You’ve got soft, romantic options where it feels like you’re slowly falling for someone while hanging out in cramped maintenance rooms, bumping shoulders over a tablet screen. Then there are more to-the-point routes, where teasing banter in the mess hall turns into making out in a dark observation deck with the moon floating outside like a massive voyeur. Some scenes go from chatting about engine diagnostics to her on her knees, unzipping your pants so naturally it feels like you earned it, not like it was just dropped in your lap because the script said “sex scene here.”

When the game goes lewd, it actually commits. There’s hand stuff under a lab table while the two of you pretend to review sensor logs, her stroking you slow while whispering about how stupid the higher-ups are. There’s messy, noisy oral where she’s trying to keep quiet and failing, swallowing you down while alarms blink in the corner of the screen like they’re judging you. Full-on vaginal sex on a bunk that’s clearly too small, bodies pressed so close you feel how desperate the whole thing is, her legs locking behind your back and you finishing deep inside because “we don’t have time for condoms, we’re supposed to be on shift already.” The creampie shots are not shy at all, you see it drip out after, and sometimes it even ties back into dialogue later in this half-teasing, half-serious way. And it’s not just straight stuff either, there are these slower, almost tender moments with the women together, the lesbian side of the cast getting their own playtime, kisses that linger a bit too long, fingers sliding in while one of them tries not to moan your name by accident.

What surprised me most is how your choices actually affect not only who ends up in your bed, but who trusts you with the station’s bigger secrets. Push too hard on the wrong person and you might miss a chance to comfort them later, which means maybe that heated argument in a storage bay never turns into wall-slamming, clothes-half-on sex. Go all-in romantic with one girl from the start, and suddenly those slow burn scenes with another character feel different, more forbidden, like you’re cheating on someone who doesn’t even know she’s your “main route” yet. The pacing lets you have that “coworker crush turns physical” thing, or you can chase the colder, more calculated type who looks like she’d file a performance report on how you fuck, then ask for a second round just to compare results. By the time the corporate drama really starts blowing up, you’re already tangled in bedsheets and lies, and you feel that weight when you choose between covering for someone you’ve been inside, or siding with the person who gave you that first quiet kiss in zero-privacy conditions. It’s messy, horny, a bit nerdy with all the engineering talk, and sometimes you’ll be reading an emotional scene about trust and betrayal, only for it to end with you burying yourself in her, both of you pretending this is just stress relief when it obviously isn’t.

Time in this one feels fucked. Not in the usual "medieval fantasy calendar" way, more like the world already went to shit and nobody told the girls their morals are outdated. You drop into a Witcher-flavored fantasy mess as a guy who clearly should not have this much power over people, especially not over women like Yennefer, Triss, and Ciri. They show up here not as heroic sorceresses or tragic princess, but as very breakable, very breedable, very much not safe from you. First thing you notice when you open it in Chrome or Firefox is how the characters look like someone took their original game models, cranked the tits and ass sliders past "lore friendly," and just left them like that. Yennefer walks in with this huge ass that makes zero sense in that corset, Triss is basically boob physics with freckles, and Ciri looks like she tried to fix time but accidentally buffed her hips instead. It feels wrong. It feels good. Sometimes in the same click.

The actual "game" side is you poking at their heads until they stop saying no. You move from simple choices like teasing them, asking soft things, lying like a bastard, to straight up breaking whatever honor code they still have. One branch I had Triss pretending to be all innocent, all "this is not proper" while she already had my cock inside her and I had the option to pull out or paint her womb. I obviously filled her, and the next scene she acts shocked, but her body language is already addicted, like she is offended you didn’t cum in her twice. Then you jump to a different run and, if you push too hard early, she just shuts down, calls you a monster and you lose that path. That part actually annoyed me because I had to reload three times, and the quicksave icon is tiny and ugly and I hate it, and now I’m talking about the icon and not the fact I spent ten minutes trying to make Ciri beg for creampie. Anyway. Sometimes the scenes are full-on rough, interracial cock stretching them open, sometimes it is slower, with you whispering corruption into their ears while they ride you, tits bouncing, begging to be filled so they can "carry your legacy" or some shit. It swings between porn brain and dark fantasy pretty fast. One moment you’re stroking Yennefer’s white-knuckle grip on the sheets while she arches with your cum leaking out, next moment you’re in a weird lore dump about destiny and childbearing, and you kinda skim it because honestly you just want to see if the next choice finally turns them into your loyal, cum-drunk broodmare. Then you remember you missed one small dialogue option two clicks ago and now a whole route is gone, which is stupid, but also made me replay it immediately.

What really stuck with me was how the game slowly rewires the women’s personalities if you play patient. Triss starting as this sweet, caring redhead and ending up kneeling, mouth open, waiting for you to decide if she gets a facial or if you’re stuffing her back full again so she "doesn’t waste a drop." Ciri, the white-haired princess of destiny, blushing and still trying to sound tough while your cock is buried deep in her, her voice shaking when the game gives you the option to breed her like a common village slut. And Yennefer, proud as always, trying to pretend she is above all this while her huge tits bounce in your lap, and the only choice is how cruel you talk to her when you cum inside and watch it spill. Sometimes the scenes repeat a bit too much, like the same moan with slightly different text, and yeah, a few lines feel like they were run through Google Translate twice. But maybe that made it feel more raw to me, like those old fan-made CYOA threads people posted on forums, where nobody was paid and everyone was horny. It is messy, not always fair, the fantasy is loud, your control over them is fucked up, and by the time they all love the taste of your seed and crave your children, you kinda forget where the "right" choice even was.