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 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.

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.

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.

Being a hotel manager sounded sexy on paper. The reality is my phone buzzing with laundry emergencies while I’m trying to figure out why the new receptionist, Claire, keeps bending over the counter like that. Right in front of me. She’s got a boyfriend, she mentioned him twice during the interview. But the way that skirt rides up her ass when she reaches for the printer, you’d think the printer was in another dimension. This game, CheckedIn, it’s like a dating sim but everyone’s already supposedly taken. Which just makes the whole thing feel like you’re getting away with something. A little digital side dish while my real-life laundry cycles finish.

The art is that 2D cg style, a bit unpolished, like the artist really focused on one specific asset and let the backgrounds be an afterthought. I’m not complaining. The focus is clearly on the coworker’s big tits and that massive ass that seems to have its own gravitational pull. There’s a milf character, a senior manager, who will literally call you into her office to discuss “inventory” and then start this slow, painful unbuttoning of her blouse. The teasing is brutal. It’s a lot of stripping, a lot of that mouth slightly open, leaning in close thing. The oral sex scenes feel like the main event, which, fine by me. The dialogue is this cheesy humor, like a bad porno script translated through three different languages, which honestly makes it funnier. You pick a line, she acts all shocked because she’s “loyal,” then five seconds later she’s pulling you into a supply closet. The logic is held together with tape and lust.

I wish there was more actual hotel management stuff to do, you know? Like, let me actually screw up the booking system, then get screwed. But it’s mostly just clicking through conversations, waiting for the next chance to cheat. The ai cg sometimes gives them a weird hand, a mutant finger situation, but I’ve seen worse. My real job is way less interesting. Nobody at my actual work has ever invited me to a hotel room for a “private training session” that ends with them on their knees. That’s the fantasy, I guess. The thrill of a workplace where the biggest hazard isn’t a papercut, but getting caught with your coworker’s tits out in the break room. Just another Tuesday at the CheckedIn hotel.

ok so picture this, right. you wash up on this island and it's all palm trees and tits out, classic hentai setup. but then the game hits you with this weird vibe like you're on big brother except the host is a serial killer. i spent way too long just staring at one character's dialogue tree because the writing actually made me paranoid. like, is she into me or is she reading from a script the island overlords gave her? the sex scenes are hot, don't get me wrong, but there's this one where mid-thrust i noticed a camera drone in the background and my boner just... had an existential crisis.

the art is that clean digital style, everyone's got the body of a god and the emotional stability of a wet napkin. there's this detective angle they push but honestly i forgot i was supposed to be investigating anything until act 2 when a girl i'd been banging for three in-game days suddenly asked if i'd found any clues. i had not. i was too busy trying to unlock her reverse cowgirl scene which, by the way, is locked behind a dialogue choice that makes zero sense unless you've been taking notes like a psychopath. classic visual novel bullshit.

the horror tag is doing some heavy lifting. it's not jumpscares, it's more like that feeling when you're at a party and slowly realize everyone knows a secret about you. except the secret is you're probably gonna die on fuck island. one minute you're picking which swimsuit to compliment, next minute you're reading a note that implies the last "guest" is fertilizer now. i wish the mystery paid off better, the ending i got felt like the devs ran out of budget and just said "uh, the island was a metaphor." no it wasn't, there were literal cameras, steve. anyway the sex is good, the dread is better, just don't expect closure. or a map. the island layout makes no sense, i got lost three times trying to find the beach and ended up in a scene that triggered a bad end because i was late. who schedules an orgy and doesn't send a reminder?

Horny gay sailors on a cramped wooden tub in the middle of nowhere. That’s basically the whole pitch, and somehow it works way better than it has any right to. You play this fresh recruit who clearly has no idea what he signed up for, dumped on an 18th‑century merchant ship full of dudes who are furred, horny, and stuck together for weeks with nothing but chores, salt air, and way too much eye contact. It’s a visual novel, so most of it is reading, choosing how to react, and quietly trying not to imagine what the bedding smells like. The fun part is how slow-burn it feels: you’re hauling ropes one moment, trying to remember which line actually keeps the sail from murdering someone, and then you get a tiny flirty line from a crewmate that hits way harder than some cheap “skip to sex” button ever would.

The cast is very “oh god, why is everyone hot in a slightly broken way”. Big soft guy who looks like he could snap the mast in half but politely asks if you slept okay. Smug bastard who keeps leaning over the railing with the wind in his fur like he is doing a perfume ad, but he’s actually just checking for storm clouds. A grumpy one who clearly wants to be left alone and obviously is the first one you try to romance because we’re all mistakes. Dialog feels surprisingly natural most of the time, like real ship banter mixed with awkward flirting. Then suddenly someone drops a line that sounds like they swallowed a history book, but you kind of forgive it because you’re probably reading this on Firefox with five other porn tabs open anyway. Sex content hits that nice spot where it takes its time to get there. You can absolutely ruin the vibe by picking stupid choices, which I did, and it rewarded me with blue balls and a lot of lonely ocean views. When it does get explicit though, it doesn’t flinch. Detailed, sweaty, messy, not afraid of body hair or awkward angles, and the guys actually act like they’ve been living on a ship too long. Lots of pent-up energy, a bit of desperate “we really shouldn’t be doing this on duty” energy, and it remembers that sailors have hands, mouths, and zero privacy.

What I liked a lot is how it actually lets you hang around, just talking, instead of throwing sex at you every second click. There are small scenes where you’re on night watch with someone, both of you pretending to care about the horizon while obviously checking each other out. Or playing cards in some cramped corner, knees touching, the kind of accidental contact that is not accidental at all. It’s romance, sure, but still horny as hell. There is a weird obsession with citrus, though. Everyone keeps mentioning vitamin C like the entire ship is sponsored by oranges, and now I can’t see a lime without thinking “oh yeah, that furry sailor would be into this”. Choices matter enough that you actually feel a bit guilty when you play the flirt route with one guy, then go bat your eyes at another in the next scene. Sometimes pacing stumbles and you go from “we just almost died in a storm” to “haha let me stare at his ass while he coils rope” a bit fast, but also, priorities. The most annoying thing for me was a tiny one: the way some transitions linger too long before the next bit of dialog, like the game really wants to show off an angle you already stared at for ten minutes. Still kept clicking, though. Couldn’t help it. The mix of lonely ocean, creaking wood, and guys slowly dropping their guard is weirdly cozy and filthy at the same time, like reading a horny sea diary that somehow grew feelings halfway through.

The first sex scene I got was with a girl who had literal cat ears and I still don't know if that's a bug or a feature. The game calls itself New Heaven but it's basically what happens when someone plays too much Sword Art Online and then decides to make a porn game about it. You're this sad office drone who saved up for a Linker System, which is just a fancy way of saying VR headset that lets you fuck in fantasy land. The whole setup is so aggressively 2016 that I almost respect it.

The personality system is where things get weirdly ambitious. 22 personality types based on your choices, and characters actually remember if you were a dick to them three conversations ago. I picked some dialogue option about being honest and suddenly the game decided I was "The Candid" type, which sounds like a shitty indie band name. The minigame is... there's a minigame. I won't explain it because I still don't understand it after three attempts. Something about tapping at the right time while a bar fills up. You know the drill. The animations are custom made which means sometimes they look genuinely good and sometimes the characters move like they're being puppeted by a drunk god. There's a codex too, logging every person and place, which feels like the developer really wanted to make a real RPG but also really wanted to show animated tits.

The writing swings wildly between "oh that's actually clever" and dialogue that reads like it was translated through three different languages before landing in English. One character told me my eyes were "like pools of forgotten tomorrows" and I had to put my phone down for a minute. The affection system means you can slowly build relationships or just be a complete degenerate, and the game doesn't really judge you either way. That's refreshing. Or maybe it's concerning. I keep going back to the cat ear girl even though her storyline makes no sense and I'm pretty sure one of her quests just loops forever. The difficulty options add some actual game to your porn game, which I guess is what the "meaningful choices" tag is about. You can fail conversations. You can miss entire character arcs. The leveling system is just numbers going up but honestly that's all I need sometimes. The fantasy MMO setting is paper thin but the character designs are memorable enough that I remember their names, which is more than I can say for most games in this genre.

Fucking a robot in deep space wasn't on my to do list this week but here we are. R.U.A. hits different when you're supposed to be fixing some ship called the Isra II and instead you're stranded on a goddamn asteroid with nothing but a utility bot for company. The game looks rough, like someone made it in a weekend fueled by energy drinks and questionable life choices, and honestly that's part of the appeal. It's not trying to be slick. The jank is the point.

The robot, R.U.A., starts off all clinical and helpful, running diagnostics and keeping the life support from crapping out. But the isolation mechanics creep in. You're stuck in this tiny metal coffin and the only voice is hers. The writing gets under your skin. One minute you're checking oxygen levels, the next you're noticing how she tilts her head when you talk, how her vocal patterns shift when you get... closer. There's this scene where you're repairing her chassis and your hand lingers, and she asks if your elevated heart rate is a malfunction. I actually laughed. Then I kept playing and things got weird. The horror tag isn't lying. Something's wrong with this asteroid, wrong with the ship's logs you find, wrong with how dependent you become on her. The sex scenes are text heavy, no fancy animations, but the descriptions are filthy in a way that caught me off guard. She learns what you like. Adapts. The consent gets blurry when you're both losing your minds out there.

I wish the survival elements mattered more. You're managing resources but it never feels desperate enough. The cabin fever meter is a nice touch though, watching your character's dialogue options degrade into paranoid rambling. There's a moment where you can ask R.U.A. to stop pretending to be human and she just... doesn't answer. That silence stretched longer than any jump scare. The romance path is surprisingly tender for a game that also lets you die of asphyxiation because you were too busy trying to get your dick wet. Priorities, right? The multiple endings are a mess, some feel unfinished, but the one where you both just accept the inevitable and spend your last hours tangled together in the maintenance bay? That stuck with me. Not bad for a jam game that looks like it was coded in a fugue state.