Chicago in this game feels dirty in a good way. Not just “oh look, old cars and hats”, but the kind of dirty where you can almost smell cheap whiskey and sex sweat behind a club’s red curtain. You start as this young guy trying to crawl into the local mafia mess, and the story keeps asking you who you really want to be. A smooth talker that smiles while putting a bullet in someone’s back, or a straight up psycho that lets his cock and his gun make the decisions. Half the time I was clicking thinking “ok, this choice is just flavor”, and then suddenly a character hates you forever or opens her legs for you in a later scene because of one thing you said three scenes before. It feels like the game remembers that time you chose to keep your dick in your pants when you could have forced yourself on a drunk hostess, and later she’s the one on her knees, voluntarily, sucking you off in the back room while the band is playing upstairs and her husband is literally guarding the door for you like an idiot.

The older women here are the real treasure. There is a married milf running one of the speakeasies who acts all classy, pearls and perfect hair, but if you play your choices right, you can drag her into her tiny office, sit in her chair like you own the place, and make her kneel between your legs. The animation where she hesitates for half a second, then opens her mouth and you just push her head down, that one got me. She gags on your cock, mascara a bit messy, and you can decide if you treat her like a secret lover or like a convenient whore. It is not some soft romantic blowjob either. Teeth almost scraping, drool on your balls, your hand in her hair while you talk calmly about business with her gangster husband outside the door, planning a robbery. And the game actually lets you be a cold bastard and then go home and jerk off thinking about it, or feel a bit guilty and try to protect her from the mess you pulled her into. There is one path where she calls you in the middle of a big crime deal, crying that her kid might have seen something, and you have to choose between handling the cops or handling your horny conscience. Funny thing, I wanted to be the big bad mobster, but I still found myself sitting there, dick in hand, actually thinking about consequences like some moral philosopher with cum on his fingers.

What surprised me is how often masturbation itself is part of the story instead of just a “you failed, go jerk off alone” scene. Your protagonist can end up back in his shitty room, covered in street dust, replaying the way a club singer licked her lips around her cigarette, and you get this little animated loop of him stroking his cock while the city noises drift in from the window. Or he sneaks into the office early and finds a hidden photo of the boss’s wife, legs half open, and you can choose to jerk off right there on the wood desk, risk getting caught, or keep it in your pocket as blackmail. Maybe I am weird, but that felt more real than some of the actual sex. Also, the crime stuff is not just background. One wrong choice, you blow a deal with the mafia, and suddenly that milf that used to suck you off is pretending she doesn’t know you while you sit in the bar alone, horny and kind of humiliated. The game is horny but also a bit cruel like that. I liked it. I hated it. I kept clicking.

IRYS feels like someone took a glossy corporate training sim, filled it with guilt, wet dreams, and political rot, then forgot to put a safety filter on top. You play this guy in a giant tech corp in a sci‑fi city that looks clean and rich on the surface, while everything behind it smells like crime and secret labs. The whole thing is built like a visual novel, slow burn, dialog heavy, but every click keeps hinting that something is seriously off with both the company and your own head. One moment you’re doing office small talk about quarterly targets, the next moment you’re staring at a coworker’s tits, half hard, while some strange memory glitch makes you feel guilty for something you don’t even remember doing. The game loves that feeling where you’re turned on and uneasy at the same time. It keeps your dick in one hand and your paranoia in the other.

The women here are classic corporate fantasy dialed to 11. Tight skirts, shirts barely able to close over big tits, stockings you notice even in story scenes where you really should be listening to an important illegal project briefing instead of thinking “how would her thighs feel on my face.” There is romance if you want to call it that, but it is not sweet. It is practical, dirty, sometimes manipulative. You fuck your way through office corridors, hotel rooms, and cold, sterile labs where the only warm thing is someone grinding on you. Vaginal sex scenes are long and detailed, with animated loops that focus hard on penetration, rhythm, and facial expressions. Sometimes the animation hits perfectly smooth, sometimes it stutters just enough to remind you this is still a Unity VN, but when you’re watching her hips slam down on you while she moans your name and the city glows outside the window, it honestly does not matter. My only stupid complaint is that sometimes the text box covers the exact part of her body I’m focusing on, and I keep clicking backlog like an idiot, but yeah, I never fix the UI in the options and then I forget again.

What sells the game is how the corruption and criminal side doesn’t feel separate from the sex. It is all tangled together. Promotions are tied to “special meetings” that feel more like interrogation mixed with seduction. You sign NDAs while trying not to stare at cleavage. You accept a shady project because a woman you just fucked looks at you with this mix of trust and fear, and your dick has already voted yes before your brain finishes reading the consequences. The sci‑fi stuff is not just neon lights and tech buzzwords. Mind tricks, memory problems, weird psychological conditioning, those things slip into the romance. Sometimes you catch yourself wondering if this girl really wants you or if someone somewhere tuned her brain like a software patch. Sometimes you wonder the same about your own lust. In one scene you wake up from a dream of rough sex that feels too real, like you actually came inside someone during a hidden experiment, and then you go to the office kitchen and meet her, and she gives you this tiny look like she remembers too. The game never fully explains every little thing, it just keeps that pressure. It is horny, guilty, political, and yes, occasionally clunky, but that awkward mix almost fits the story. Nothing here is fully clean, not the city, not the company, not your relationships, and definitely not your browser history after playing it.

You wake up in a hospital bed, half-naked, half-lost, and some woman in a tight uniform is already yelling at you about “protocols” and “magical violations.” She’s got that kind of face that makes you want to argue just to see her lips move. That’s how this world greets you - no gentle handholding, just a slap of mystery and a hint of perfume. Before you know it, you’re in the Ministry’s investigation unit, poking around enchanted crime scenes and trying not to stare too long when your partner bends over the evidence board. The game doesn’t pretend to be subtle about it either. You’re supposed to notice. You’re supposed to want. And it knows exactly how to feed that want, one teasing smirk at a time.

The cases start simple - missing artifacts, a smuggled charm - but the deeper you dig, the more it all starts to feel like foreplay. Every interrogation is a kind of striptease: suspects squirming under your gaze, your magic brushing against their thoughts, the tension thick enough to taste. Sometimes you get the truth. Sometimes you get a blowjob. Sometimes both. The writing leans into that mix of absurd humor and raw heat, like it knows you’re here for the mystery but stays aware that your hand’s probably not on the mouse for long. The animations are smoother than they have any right to be, and the transitions between dialogue and action scenes hit that sweet spot where you forget it’s a game for a second.

What really caught me off guard was how much control you actually have - choices that twist the story, relationships that grow (or explode) depending on how you play it. One minute you’re connecting clues on a board, the next you’re being pinned against a wall by a sorceress with glowing eyes and a tongue that doesn’t care about rules. It’s messy, horny, and weirdly smart about pacing. Like it knows when to make you laugh, when to make you hard, and when to make you wonder if you’re the real criminal here.

City 9 feels like the kind of place where Google Maps should just show a middle finger instead of directions. You arrive there as this transfer student, totally out of your depth, pretending you care about lectures and assignments while the whole city is quietly run by people who solve problems with guns, blackmail and pretty faces. On the surface, it looks like one of those elite private universities: fancy buildings, smug rich kids, teachers who dress too sharp for the salary they pretend to have. Under that shiny layer, everything smells like money, sex, and trouble. And you are right in the middle of it, pretending you’re just another normal guy who worries about exams, not about which gang lieutenant wants to use you as their pet student.

The nice thing is, the game doesn’t rush you. You wander between classes, dorms, shady backstreets, strip-club-ish spots, and those quiet expensive apartments where nobody ever opens curtains. Conversations are where the fun begins, because every character feels like they’re hiding something. Some of them hide it inside their panties, some in their phone gallery, some in a locked safe in a nightclub office. You get little choices everywhere: skip a lecture to meet a suspicious contact, flirt with the dean’s assistant while she clearly checks you out, follow a girl from your class into a taxi you know is linked to a gang. One moment you’re talking about homework, next you’re pinning someone against a wall in a bathroom stall while trying not to say something that reveals exactly how much you know about the mafia structure in the city. The sex scenes hit that sweet spot where people are messy, loud, not posing for some porn shoot, and after you finish, the game still remembers it, like a favor you owe or a weakness somebody can use. I liked that a lot, and then I didn’t, because sometimes I just wanted to fuck without worrying that some thug will bring it up later like “hey, you banged the boss’s girl, right?” and suddenly that becomes a quest line.

All the management stuff creeps in slow. At first it’s tiny things: handling your university schedule, money, buying better clothes so you don’t look like a lost puppy among spoiled kids, checking messages on your phone like it’s WhatsApp and Telegram had a horny baby. Later the criminal side opens more, and suddenly your “part time work” is helping control territories, picking sides between gangs you’re supposed to stay secret from, and somehow still passing tests so your cover doesn’t blow. You juggle contacts, girls, guys with bad tempers, meetings in dark corners, and that weird feeling that one wrong click and somebody dies or you get dragged into a gangbang scene you didn’t expect. Sometimes I loved that feeling of being pulled in two directions: sit at a study group and pretend to care about formulas, or sneak off to a club office where a gangster queen waits in lingerie and a gun on the table, asking questions you really don’t want to answer while she rides you slow. The city map, your phone, the different hangouts, it all ties together into this sandbox where you just drift from one bad decision to another. I still hate how the cafeteria tables look, though. Something about them annoys me every time and I can’t even say why. Anyway. Dare to play it alone, or invite company? Actually, forget that, just do what you want.

A washed up low-rank yakuza idiot, a gorgeous demon who literally exists to murder people, and way too much sexual tension for anything to stay “strictly business” for long. That is basically the whole mood here. You start as this guy who cannot stop fucking up, even in crime. He’s not a badass, he’s more like the dude everyone uses to carry bags and take the blame. At some point this genius decides the only solution is to call a demon who can kill people for him… and what pops out is Ambrosilas, this tall, smug, white‑haired murder genie with abs like a sin and the kind of eyes that say “I am 100% judging you while also maybe picturing you naked.”

The first thing that hits you is how much their personalities clash. The MC is kind of pathetic but in that soft, puppy way, and Ambro is all sharp tongue, sharp teeth, sharp everything. He’s here for one reason: kill evil people, clean up the world, enjoy the view while he’s at it. Helping a trash-tier criminal survive his own bullshit? Absolutely not. Well, okay, maybe. If he’s in the mood. And if he can make him squirm emotionally first. Their contract has this nice brutal rule: give the demon a target who deserves to die or the one who summoned him gets his soul ripped out like old wallpaper. Simple, right? Of course the MC immediately picks someone who is… not that bad. And you can feel the “oh fuck” in the air. You spend the game stuck between “I don’t want this guy dead” and “I also enjoy breathing and orgasms, thanks,” while Ambro watches you try to untangle morality with the same expression people have when Windows decides to update in the middle of a porn session.

Sex-wise, it really leans into that mix of desperate and intimate. The anal scenes are not just “hole goes brrr.” You feel the power imbalance: demon on top of the food chain, human loser spread out under him, but the demon keeps slipping, accidentally showing actual care. There’s this one scene where he pins you to a wall, hand around your throat, voice all low, teasing you about how easy it would be to crush you right there. You’re terrified, hard, confused, it’s a mess. He pushes in slow, almost cruel pace, talking shit about how a criminal like you doesn’t deserve anything gentle, and then in the middle he just… softens. Calls you “pretty” with this weird tenderness that doesn’t match the bruises he’s leaving. It’s porn, yeah, but it’s also character development shoved deep where the sun doesn’t shine. At one point he uses his tail in ways that made me put my phone down and stare at the ceiling for a bit, and I mean that in a good way. Or maybe not good. Depends if you enjoy being emotionally wrecked by a magical murder twink who hates you and also is kind of your only chance at not dying. Anyway, it’s romantic. In a fucked up, “I could kill you or kiss you or both” kind of way that somehow made me feel weirdly cozy and also very, very dirty.

Rob is the kind of protagonist who feels like that dude you saw in the corner at a college party, the one who left early and then somehow ended up in a police report. On paper he’s just some broke student with a shitty family situation, but the game quickly turns that into something way nastier and more fun than “sad boy drama”. The poker game is where it flips: one bad decision, some shady people, and suddenly you’re knee-deep in crime, blood, and way too many girls wanting a piece of you for all the wrong reasons. It starts small, like “do this little job, no big deal”, then you’re pulling clues from crime scenes and trying not to get a stiffy while a girl with a fucked up sense of morals helps you hide a body. The investigation parts are not too heavy, more like: talk to this person, click that thing, follow threads. But they actually matter. You screw up, people die. You succeed, people still sometimes die. And in between all this, there’s a lot of sex, a lot of wet sounds, and way too much eye rolling ahegao for someone who just watched a man bleed out ten minutes earlier.

The harem angle is strong as hell, but it’s not the usual soft, “oh, all girls just magically love you because you’re nice” bullshit. You’re a guy orbiting around crime, lies, and trauma, and somehow that just attracts unstable pussy like a magnet. One girl is the type who will ask you to choke her while there is literally a dead guy in the other room. Another one looks innocent, then drops to her knees and starts swallowing you to “help you relax before the next job”. You get a lot of oral, a lot of messy spit, and those animated loops actually go on long enough to enjoy, not that two-second jerk you see in some other games. Vaginal scenes hit hard too, especially when the camera stays close when she clenches around you, tongue out, eyes rolled up. There is this one scene where you just came back from some brutal shit, still half covered in someone else’s blood, and a girl decides that this is the perfect time to ride you raw, moaning louder every time your hands grip her hips like you’re about to break them. It’s wrong in all the right ways. The tone is wild: one moment you’re picking apart motives like some low-rent detective, next moment you’re slamming into a girl who drools all over herself like she’s broken. Sometimes it feels edgy just to feel edgy, but then you get a line of dialogue that hits, or a small detail in a room that ties back to an earlier event, and you go “ok, the dev actually thought this through”. I wish the text box didn’t jump a pixel when auto mode kicks in, it irritates me every single time and I still keep playing. The game is brutal, horny, kind of stupid, kind of smart, and absolutely not trying to be wholesome in any way, which honestly fits this messy little criminal sex fantasy perfectly.

Angelica is a walking red flag and I adored her in like five minutes, then hated her in ten. She shows up in this filthy, beautiful city with one suitcase, dead dad drama, and that “I’ll turn my life around” lie we all tell ourselves while secretly wanting to fuck up on purpose. The game throws you into her first night pretty fast: that awkward moment when she’s crying in a tiny bathroom, mascara everywhere, then five minutes later she’s half naked on a balcony, cold air on her nipples while some guy on the street below pretends he’s not staring. That switch from grief to horny to “I shouldn’t be doing this” feels weirdly real. Or maybe I’m just broken, I don’t know.

What hooked me is how everyone in her orbit feels like they’re part of some twisted family horoscope you can’t escape from. There’s this older guy who’s supposed to be a “good influence”, but the way he looks at her when she bends over the couch is not fatherly at all. You feel the moment when a gentle hand on her shoulder becomes fingers sliding lower, then suddenly her legs are spread and she’s torn between shame and “fuck, don’t stop”. I love that corruption vibe, like fate keeps pulling her toward the dirtiest version of herself. At one point she’s in a car with two dudes, rain outside, city lights, her on her knees between the seats, spit on her lips, their hands grabbing her hair. One of them is darker skinned, the other pale and tatted, and the mix looks so hot when they both come on her tongue. Then seconds later they talk about business, guns, some criminal shit, and act like her slutty mouth was just part of the job.

There’s also this scene where she’s supposed to be just serving drinks at some sketchy club. Simple, right. But of course she ends up on the stage, hips moving, tits almost falling out, trying to pretend she’s doing it just for cash while the crowd chants for her to strip completely. A phone flashes, someone records, and you feel that little panic: “This video might follow her forever.” Still, she lets a guy slide his fingers under her panties in front of everyone, wet as hell, knowing she’s getting watched from the VIP booth by someone important and dangerous who might be related to her whole past. The story tries to be serious crime drama, and sometimes it works, other times it feels like a cheap porno excuse so they can stuff her with two cocks at once and call it “interrogation”. I’m not even complaining. Actually I am. I wanted more slow burn, more teasing. But then there’s this one alleyway scene where she’s got cum dripping out of her after a rough fuck, and someone close to her sees it and doesn’t say anything, just stares, and that silent tension hit me much harder than any of the loud group fucks. Fate is kind of cruel in this game, but it also feels like exactly what she secretly wished for when she left home.

Fuck me sideways, this game caught me completely off guard. Started it thinking "oh great, another post-apocalypse survival thing" but holy shit the BDSM elements hit different when you're trying not to die from radiation poisoning. Your female protagonist crawls out of some bunker and immediately the wasteland wants to tie her up and do unspeakable things. Which honestly? Sometimes that's preferable to getting shot by raiders, but the game makes you choose between keeping your dignity or keeping your pulse. The survival mechanics are brutal too - you're constantly managing food, weapons, sanity, and apparently how many times you've been collared this week.

What really gets me is how the choice system works. You think you're making smart survival decisions but then BAM, suddenly you're in some raider camp's sex dungeon because you trusted the wrong NPC. The game doesn't hold your hand either - make one wrong turn and you're either dead or wish you were dead, depending on what kinks the local warlord is into. There's this whole reputation system where being too submissive makes certain encounters easier but locks you out of others, while being too dominant gets you killed faster than you can say "safe word." Actually wait, do safe words even exist in the apocalypse? Asking for a friend.

The CG scenes are surprisingly detailed for what looks like it was made in someone's basement. Some of the BDSM stuff gets pretty intense - we're talking full rope bondage, power exchange, the works. But it's not just mindless porn either, the survival aspect keeps you invested because every sexual encounter could literally be your last if you piss off the wrong faction. Plus the Fallout-style aesthetic works way better with kinky content than it has any right to. Who knew nuclear winter and leather harnesses went so well together?

Twilight City in this game feels like when you open Pornhub but somehow end up on Reddit’s r/UnresolvedMysteries by mistake and just keep scrolling. You’re this detective with way too much shit in his past, and the story keeps dragging you back to college, to all the messy sex and drama that obviously did not stay in the past. The killer stuff sits in the background, like some filthy shadow, while you’re busy getting a blowjob in a dorm room or fingering a classmate in the back of a shitty college bar and trying to remember if she later became a suspect or a victim. That’s actually the thing I liked a lot: the sex scenes don’t feel like someone just paused the story to say “ok, time to fuck now”. You’re flirting, teasing, asking slightly wrong questions about this red ribbon legend, and in the same scene you’re sliding your hand under her skirt and she pretends to push you away, but her legs open more. The mood jumps between horny and uneasy in a way that feels a bit too real, like when you know you’re making a bad choice but your dick is already involved and democracy is over.

The women are written like they all have their own porn search history. One girl in your class has these huge tits that clearly don’t respect gravity and she acts like a good girl, the kind that highlights her notes and corrects your grammar, but in private she’s sucking your cock under the table while pretending to help you with your assignment, letting spit run down the shaft, then licking it clean, and between moans she casually drops a detail about the killer that makes you look at her different. Another one has this big ass in tight jeans, total “don’t touch me” energy in public, then during a “study session” she climbs on your lap, grinding slow over your hardon, making you beg before she lets you slide inside her. The game really likes slow teasing, those seconds when you’re pressed against the girl, feeling her breath, she bites your lip, she pulls away, then suddenly she’s on her knees. There’s a scene in a stairwell where you’re supposed to question her about the old case, but it turns into handjob first, then she spits on your tip and takes you all the way in, gagging slightly, mascara almost running, and you still try to ask if she remembers that red tape from the crime photos. That shit made me laugh because it’s exactly how a horny idiot detective would behave: trying to interrogate and cum at the same time. Choices do change the vibe, like answering too cold makes one girl emotionally close off during sex, she still rides you but with this weird distance, and answering soft or flirty unlocks more affectionate stuff, kissing, her actually panting your name when she orgasms on your dick. It’s all animated in that way where hips move, mouths wrap around cocks, thighs shake when she’s creaming on you, so it doesn’t feel static. I just wish the text didn’t sometimes sound like it was written with one hand on the keyboard and the other inside a Pringles can, but whatever, my cock still listened more than my brain.