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?

A small-town detective with a dead stare, a stiff cock, and way too much history with his own family, that’s basically who you’re stuck inside here. The story kicks off like a regular crime case, but it doesn’t stay clean for long. Your sister vanished years ago, your brother’s death cracks everything open again, and then suddenly every woman in this shitty province wants your attention, your questions, and usually your dick. It feels like someone mashed a crime drama with a messy dating sim, then said “ok, but make it horny and a bit wrong in the head.” You chase clues in one scene, then in the next you’re pressing a suspect up against a wall, her huge tits spilling over your hands while she tries to keep a straight face and pretend this is “about the case.” The game kind of laughs at itself sometimes, like when a girl tries to keep things professional and two choices pop up that are both basically “flirt, but in different levels of pervert.”

The sex actually earns its place in the story most of the time. You’re not just clicking through random porn scenes; you flirt, tease, pick dialogue, and then suddenly you’re on a couch with this tattooed girl riding you slow while she asks about your missing sister, like it’s a first date and a therapy session and a porno interview together. One moment that stuck with me: you interrogate a bar owner, she’s got this big ass in tight jeans, and it keeps cutting to her leaning over the counter. Play it right, push her buttons, and you end up in the storage room with her on her knees, taking you deep in a sloppy blowjob that switches into a titfuck, her tits shiny and bouncing while she strokes what she can’t fit in her mouth. Then you wipe off, straighten your shirt, and go back to talking about evidence like nothing happened. Choices actually shift things too, like you can be a rough, controlling bastard who grabs a girl by the neck while you fuck her from behind and finish inside her just to prove a point, or you can act like a weird shy virgin who is in way over his head while three girls crawl all over him in a group scene, kissing his chest, stroking him together, taking turns on his cock like a fucked-up reward for doing good detective work. Not gonna lie, sometimes the humor lands flat or a line sounds like it went through Google Translate twice, but somehow it fits this broken, horny world where everyone’s a bit off, and every clue you find just seems to lead to another bed, another blowjob under the table, or another chance to creampie someone who really, really shouldn’t be this attracted to a guy who smells like old coffee and crime scenes.

You ever get that feeling where a game's rough edges actually make it hotter? Like finding an old zine with smudged ink but the drawings still work. That's this journalism sim. The AI art has that uncanny sheen, fingers sometimes melt into desks, but when Sofie leans over the counter with that little smirk, her apron doing nothing to hide what's underneath, you stop caring about polish. The exhibitionism tag isn't just a checkbox here, it's woven into the blackmail plot in ways that feel genuinely sleazy in the best sense.

The sandbox structure means you can spend three in-game days just hanging around the coffee shop. Which I did. Sofie's oral fixation becomes apparent pretty quick and there's this one scene where she's supposed to be helping you investigate but instead she's under the table and the dialogue options let you pretend everything's normal with Kira walking in. Kira, by the way, is supposed to be your analytical partner but her route takes this turn where she starts cataloging your... reactions. For science. The futanari content isn't just thrown in either, it's tied to Mila's whole mysterious teacher thing and there's this one scene in her office after hours where the power dynamic completely flips. You think you're the one uncovering secrets.

The blackmail premise could've been just an excuse for sex scenes but the writing actually cares about the mystery. Sometimes too much. I'd be trying to get back to Rina's tsundere bullshit, she's literally the reason I downloaded this, and the game wants me to examine evidence boards. The masturbation scenes are weirdly intimate for a game that also has you getting caught jerking off in the journalism lab. The humor lands more often than it should for something translated by what feels like one guy in a basement. Not everything works. The AI sometimes generates backgrounds that look like someone's fever dream of a university. But then Mila gives you that look over her glasses and suddenly I'm forgetting what I was complaining about.

This one feels like somebody mashed together a horny SRPG and a weird sleep-paralysis story, then decided the main hero absolutely needed a fat futa cock and way too much control over everybody’s sex life. You’re the adventurer coming back to a hometown where people are stuck in this Blissful Sleep thing, half-dreaming, half-limp, and you go “ok, I will fix it” but you also spend half the time flirting, harassing, and getting milked by girls who should probably be in a hospital instead of riding you. It’s kind of romantic and kind of fucked up at the same time, which is exactly why it works. Like old hentai RPG Maker stuff where the art looks like the artist did it at night after school, but there is heart in those pixel tits. Except here it’s cleaner, nice 2dcg, plenty of thick thighs, big tits and dicks, and then occasionally some detail that looks slightly off and makes it even hotter for some reason.

Day phase is where all the dirty brain stuff happens. You hang out with party members, talk about dreams, pretend you care about the spiritual meaning of this religious sickness, and then suddenly you’re asking the milf priestess if she needs “stress relief” in the confession booth. One time I pushed the Lust angle on her too hard and ended up with her on her knees behind the church, stroking my futa shaft with those soft hands, her boobs pressed together for a messy titfuck while she whispers prayers that definitely are not approved by any god. Next day she’s acting shy and pure again, and the game kind of lets you decide if you want to be nice or turn her into a full-on cock-drunk disciple who probably shouldn’t be allowed around the altar anymore. It pretends to be strategy with “relationships” but half the time I was just thinking: ok, who do I tease today until they snap and beg to taste my cum. You can play it soft, or you can go hard into domination and watch them slowly get more perverted. Then complain later that they are too slutty even if you literally trained them into it.

Night phase flips it. You go into the dream world, fight demons with turn based combat and dice, like some horny tabletop session inside a JRPG. It sounds annoying, but it actually got me pumped a few times when the roll almost fucked me. One battle, this monster girl with those dripping, jagged teeth and nice hips pinned me, and the wrong roll meant she sat on my face, grinding in my mouth while her tail wrapped around my dick. It counts as combat but it’s just a really detailed oral scene where you’re licking her wet monster pussy and trying not to lose. When you win, sometimes you get to creampie them as “punishment,” sometimes they use you as a toy even if you win. The futa protagonist angle hits nice here: shoving your cock deep into some demon girl in a dream and filling her up, white dripping onto surreal floating floor, like some pixel porn from an old Windows XP hentai folder, only more polished and weirdly tender. There’s this one semi-random event where you wake up half-hard because a party girl was licking your shaft in her sleep, mumbling your name, and the game asks if you pull away or push her head down and fuck her throat while she’s still not fully awake. It labels it “teasing” but it’s really you being a horny asshole with a power fantasy.

I kind of hate the little dice sounds, they feel like I’m in a cheap mobile gacha, but then a scene pops where a monster girl pins your arms and rides you in slow motion, talking about how your seed will “keep her awake” and at that point I forgot the sound even exists. The religion angle is funny too: you go from respectful adventurer to this futa saint of corruption, turning believers into dripping messes who want your holy load inside them. I tried to play all pure on one run, caring about the sickness and all that, but the sandbox side kept tempting me with “just one more interaction” and suddenly my quiet mage was moaning on her knees, cheeks bulged around my cock while I hold her head, her eyes begging for permission to swallow. The game likes to pretend it’s all about the mystery of the disease and strategy choices, but it really shines when you’re in the messy part, covered in sweat and cum, trying to remember which girl you promised to visit before night falls again.

There is this horny little fantasy thing stuck in my brain where you’re not some chosen hero, not the legendary dragon slayer, just the guy in the weird back-alley magic shop who accidentally collects thirsty animal men like other people collect gacha units. You wake up between potion shelves and cursed trinkets, your dick already half awake, and the first thing you see is that wolf merc leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, armor pieces hanging off his huge body in that “I don’t care” way that makes you very aware how tight your pants are. He pretends he’s just here for a job, for coin, whatever, but the game loves to catch you in these slow, almost awkward moments, like you’re watching yourself from the corner of the room while your hand slowly slides under the counter and the wolf’s tail twitches because he knows exactly what you’re imagining. It’s a dating sim but it sometimes feels like you’re the pervy ghost of your own shop, watching yourself flirt and jerk off between serving customers.

The structure is simple on paper, then it kinda sneaks into your head. You’re handling the arcane shop, clicking through orders, buying weird reagents, sending your mercenary crew out to do quests, then suddenly the tone flips because the tiger knight comes back from a mission, armor all scratched, fur sweaty, asking you to “check his wounds in private.” He sits on the little bench behind the curtains and spreads his thighs just a bit too wide, codpiece badly adjusted, and you get that long, slow CG where your eyes go everywhere they shouldn’t. You can play it cool, heal him, pat his shoulder, or you can push it a bit, tease, “accidentally” touch closer to his crotch, let your imagination run until the game straight up tells you he notices the bulge in your pants. And yeah, sometimes you’re literally just in your room, lubed up, phone screen getting sticky, replaying the wizard bear’s scene where he pins you against the shelf with one paw while his other hand moves your wrist, making you stroke yourself the “right” way. It feels a little too intimate for a browser game, honestly. In a good way. And a kinda dangerous way when you’re on the bus using Chrome in incognito and that dragon shaman suddenly shows up half naked with glowing tattoos and you have to pretend you’re reading emails.

What I really liked is how the game quietly leans into voyeur vibes without yelling about it. You don’t just romance them, you watch them. You spy on the wolf stretching in the yard, pretending you’re “checking his form.” You peek through the bead curtain while the tiger knight changes into more casual gear, tail flicking, big striped ass on full display as he bends over and you’re just there behind the counter, jerking off as fast as your thumb can tap the screen. The bear wizard has that scene where he’s meditating in the back of the shop, robe half open, big soft belly, thick cock resting against it, and you’re supposed to “respect his privacy” but of course there is an option to just stay there, out of sight, stroking yourself while he slowly starts touching himself too, mumbling some arcane words that are probably not safe for work or for your soul. The UI fights you sometimes, like you need three taps to get to the exact CG you want, and I swear the text box is always covering the good part of the art so you have to keep hiding it with one hand while the other is busy. That annoyed me every single time and I still kept doing it. It’s the kind of mobile game where you start out curious about the story, then end up memorizing the exact line where the dragon shaman finally drops the calm, wise act and growls at you to “kneel” while his tail curls around your waist and your screen is full of scales, glowing runes, and your own pathetic horny choices. I keep telling myself I’ll play it “properly” for the fantasy adventure, send the mercs on serious missions, manage the shop like a real merchant, but every session turns into me chasing that one new lewd CG, watching the male protagonist slowly lose his composure, and then I’m finishing with my phone overheating, grip sore, and the wolf glaring at me from the home screen like he knows exactly what I just did.

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.

The moon base has this weird hum. Not the sexy kind, just a constant low drone that the game never explains. I spent like ten minutes clicking around the engineering bay trying to figure out if it was my headphones or part of the atmosphere. It was both, I think. That's the kind of thing that sticks with you more than the actual plot about corporate espionage or whatever.

The lesbian route caught me off guard. Not because it exists, but because of how the game handles the shift. You're playing this guy, right? Standard male protagonist stuff. Then your female partner starts getting close to another woman on the station and suddenly you're watching their thing develop while you're supposed to be investigating irregularities. The hand job scene in the maintenance corridor came out of nowhere. One minute you're checking power couplings, the next her hand is somewhere else entirely. The animation is janky as hell. Her wrist bends at an angle that makes me uncomfortable just thinking about it. But the voice work, when it's there, actually sells the moment. Which is weird because half the dialogue isn't voiced at all. You'll get three lines of spoken conversation then silence for the rest of the scene. Budget constraints, probably.

The dating sim elements feel bolted on. You pick dialogue options that supposedly matter but the relationship system is so opaque I couldn't tell if I was on the slow burn romance track or the love at first sight one until someone was already naked. The vaginal sex scene on the observation deck overlooking the lunar surface should be hot. The 3DCG models are... fine. Bodies look like bodies. But the creampie finish glitched out and the texture just floated there for a second before disappearing. I laughed. Not the intended reaction. The multiple endings thing is real though. I got one where everything falls apart because I chose to investigate the wrong terminal. No sex, just failure. Respect for that. Most games wouldn't let you screw yourself that badly. The oral sex scene with the station administrator was better animated but her eyes never blink. Just staring. The whole time. Moon's haunted, I guess.

The menus look like they were designed by someone who just discovered PowerPoint transitions. Jagged fonts, buttons that lag half a second before registering, a color scheme that reminds me of those weird YouTube thumbnails where everything is oversaturated. I spent five minutes on the character creator alone because the slider for jaw width kept snapping back to default. Why? No clue. But the women, when they finally load in, have this uncanny valley thing going on that somehow works. Their mouths move a beat too late. AI generated video, obviously, and nobody bothered to polish the sync. It's jarring in a way that makes you pay closer attention.

You're some dude in Queens with a dry spell and a phone that won't stop buzzing. Three matches, all at once. Aaliyah, the artist with ink crawling up her neck, texts like she's already bored of you. Maya, something corporate, sends voice messages that clip out mid sentence because the game can't buffer fast enough. And there's a third one whose name I already forgot, which says more about the writing than me. The first date with Aaliyah is at a bar where the background noise is just the same three second loop of glasses clinking. You pick dialogue options that range from awkward to borderline harassment, and her reactions are stilted, like she's reading off cue cards. I picked the worst possible line, something about her tattoos looking like a roadmap, and she laughed. Actually laughed. The video stuttered right at the laugh, which made it feel almost genuine.

By the third date things get explicit. Softcore, they call it. More like two mannequins rubbing against each other while someone waves a bedsheet in front of a ring light. The moaning track doesn't loop cleanly. There's a skip. And during the scene with Maya, her hand clips through my character's shoulder for a solid ten seconds before resetting. Nobody fixed it. They probably never will. The level up system for intimacy is buried in some corner of the UI that looks like an afterthought. Hearts fill up. Whatever. The real game is trying to figure out which of these glitchy messes you can tolerate long enough to see the finale. I kept going back to Aaliyah even though her apartment set looks suspiciously like the bar from date one with different lighting. Maybe that's the point.

The spanking scene with the headmistress caught me off guard, not because of the obvious, but because of how Amara's internal monologue shifts from "this is bullshit" to "...okay maybe my body's not getting the memo" over the course of like twelve text boxes. The little "Corruption +2" popup afterwards felt almost sarcastic. Like yeah, no shit.

Anyway this whole thing is a weird frankenstein of a kinetic novel that pretends to be a sandbox. You're managing Energy and Fun and Money and whatever, but really you're just clicking through dialogue trees until numbers go up and clothes come off. The iFap channel mechanic is basically a minigame where you corrupt your friends enough that they'll do camshows for you, which then funds your whole operation. It's grindy in that specific way browser games from 2007 were grindy, except the writing's actually funny. The escorting stuff on iFuq unlocks later and by then you've already seen half the student body naked so the shock value's gone. What's left is just... logistics. Managing a harem of harlots for profit sounds hot until you're spreadsheet-braining your way through who's pregnant and who's doing anal tonight.

The randomized erotic content is a nice touch I guess, keeps the repeatable scenes from being identical screenshots with different text. But I wish the lesbian content wasn't so... performative? Like every girl-on-girl scene feels like it's being filmed for someone else's phone even when nobody's watching. Which, I mean, fits the exhibitionism tag but still. The interracial scenes with the gym coach have this weird energy where the writing suddenly gets way more detailed, like someone on the dev team had a favorite kink and it shows. The corruption arc for the shy roommate character is actually paced well though, starts with voyeurism, escalates to sex toys, then suddenly she's the one suggesting the threesome and you're like wait when did YOU become the instigator.