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.

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?

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.

You know that moment when a “dating sim” stops pretending it’s sweet and just leans hard into being horny and kinda wrong? This game lives exactly there. You’re not the nice guy, not the caring husband, not the shy loser hoping for a kiss. You’re the bull. The guy who walks into the room, sees some guy’s girl, and thinks “yeah, I’m going to ruin her for him.” The whole thing is built around you messing with couples, teasing, touching, and slowly turning their relationships into your personal playground. It starts simple, with you meeting them, acting chill, joking around, and next thing you know you’ve got his girl in your lap, her tits pressing through her top while the poor dude pretends he’s not dying inside. The game doesn’t rush it, which I liked. You flirt, you pick options, you test limits. Sometimes she pulls back, sometimes she blushes and leans in. One wrong move and she gets cold, one smooth line and suddenly she’s “accidentally” grinding that big ass on you while he’s in the same room trying to act normal. That slow burn corruption feels way nastier than just instant porn scene. And when it clicks, when she stops being nervous and starts asking for it? Yeah, that hits.

The whole thing plays out like a sandbox of bad decisions. You roam around, text them, visit, trigger scenes, push boundaries. One moment you’re just joking over coffee, next you have her in the kitchen, hand already up her skirt, fingers pressing into her soaked panties while she bites her lip and whispers for you to stop but never actually moves away. There’s groping all over the place, especially in those “innocent” moments where the husband is right there. You’ll slide your hand over her big tits under the table, feel her legs shake, watch him keep talking like nothing is happening. The game loves those nasty public-ish situations: grabbing her ass in a hallway, making her kneel between your legs while he’s in the shower, her trying to keep quiet with your cock deep in her throat, mascara starting to smear. The sex itself gets dirty quickly once she breaks. Full-on oral, sloppy and noisy, spit on your shaft, her tongue working like she’s been waiting her whole life for a real dick. Then vaginal scenes where you just wreck her, pinning her down, her ass bouncing and those big tits swinging while she moans louder than she ever did for him. And yeah, the humor is actually there, not forced. The bull character cracks stupid lines, the cuck tries to cope, and sometimes you’ll be laughing while you ram another guy’s girl right in front of him. It’s messed up, confident, unapologetic. Perfect for when you want your “romance” to feel like you’re ripping it away from someone else and enjoying every second.

The art in this one, it's got that hand drawn feel that reminds me of flipping through a friend's sketchbook when you definitely weren't supposed to find the pages at the back. It's unpolished in a way that loops right back around to being charming, like the artist knew exactly what they were doing but also couldn't be bothered to smooth out every single line. Amy's tits, good lord, they're practically a character of their own, and the way the game frames her during the teasing scenes at the electronics store. You're supposed to be stocking shelves or whatever but really you're just clicking to cop a feel while she pretends not to notice. The whole thing runs on this janky sandbox clock where you bounce between work, home, and random dating spots, trying to juggle three women who all think you're a loser. Which, fair. Shawn is a total dweeb.

The roommate situation is pure chaos. Palla's mooching off you, eating your food, wearing your shirts, and somehow that's the foreplay? There's a scene where you finally corner her in the kitchen and it goes from zero to titfuck in about three dialogue choices. The writing doesn't try to be Shakespeare, it's just horny and direct. Audrey, the best friend who mocks you constantly, has this footjob scene that made me put my phone down for a second. Not because it was bad, but because the game lured me into thinking I was just doing a normal hangout event and then bam, her feet are in your lap and the dialogue tree is asking if you want to be weird about it. The correct answer is yes, obviously.

The mobile port is clunky as hell, sometimes the buttons don't register and I had to tap the same gift item three times before Amy accepted it. The pregnancy mechanic feels tacked on, like someone remembered breeding kinks exist and just stapled it to the end of a romance route. But then you get a scene where you're supposed to be a scumbag and cheat on everyone, and the game actually lets you dig that hole so deep there's no climbing out. The deaths are stupid and funny, the kind where you pick the obviously wrong dialogue option just to see what happens. Palla's pierced look is chef's kiss, by the way. Don't know why that's a toggle but I'm not complaining.

The loading screen is just a jockstrap hanging on a locker door. Already I know what I'm in for with Just Bros, and honestly, the game doesn't pretend otherwise. You're this guy, some fitness trainer or whatever, and suddenly you're surrounded by men who all seem to have skipped leg day exactly zero times in their lives. The first proper conversation I had was with a firefighter named Marco who kept doing that thing where he stretches his arms behind his head while talking. You know the pose. We all know the pose.

Spent way too long trying to figure out if the basketball coach was actually flirting or just being Canadian polite. The dialogue choices sometimes feel like they were translated through three different languages and then back to English, which gives everything this weird charm. "Your muscles are very... present today" is apparently a compliment you can give. And it worked. He blushed. I don't know what that says about the writing or about me for choosing it. The sex scenes unlock pretty suddenly, no real buildup sometimes, just boom, you're in a supply closet with a guy you met two conversations ago. Not complaining exactly, but my immersion took a hit. Then again, the mechanic where you can either pursue actual relationships or just go for hookups is right there in the menu, so maybe the whiplash is intentional.

The art style for the bodies is detailed, every ab and vein rendered with what I can only describe as religious dedication, but then the faces sometimes look like they were drawn by a completely different person who was in a hurry. One character's nose kept migrating slightly between expressions. Still, there's this one scene with a rugby player after a match, all mud and sweat and that specific kind of exhaustion that makes people honest, and the game actually let me just... talk. No sex, no flirting, just two guys sitting on bleachers. That stuck with me more than any of the hookups. The domination routes are there if you want them, power dynamics shifting based on dialogue choices I didn't even realize were power moves until the game told me afterward. Weirdly educational in that sense. The twink-to-daddy spectrum is fully represented, though the game seems to forget about the middle ground sometimes. Where are the average guys? The ones who maybe go to the gym twice a week and still eat bread? Not here. Everyone's either carved from marble or deliberately soft in that specific way that still requires maintenance. The adventure tag is doing some heavy lifting, mostly it's just walking between locations and occasionally a jogging scene that's really just an excuse for bouncing animations. I kept playing anyway.

The whole thing feels like someone started making a game in Ren'Py, got distracted halfway through positioning the 3DCG models, and then just shipped it. That’s not necessarily a complaint. This sand box setup with the groundhog day loop is weirdly compelling once you stop expecting polish. I spent maybe twenty minutes just clicking around the house, trying to figure out why one of the twins kept changing into a different cosplay outfit every time I left the room. The incest themes are there, unsubtle, but the game doesn't really flag them with any drama. It's more like, oh, you live with these three women, and eventually you're gonna find one of them asleep and the option just pops up. No buildup.

The loop mechanic is the hook. You go to school, do chores, whatever, then the day resets. You keep your inventory and your "progress" with each character, which basically means you're farming relationship points across infinite Mondays. It gets grindy fast. I was stuck trying to trigger a specific vaginal scene with the busty milf character and realized I needed to have witnessed a specific voyeurism event three cycles earlier. Nothing explains this. You just have to stumble into it, like finding a footjob scene in the laundry room because you clicked on a pair of socks twice. The ntr stuff is optional but it’s... there, and it feels tacked on, like the developer added it because the tag list demanded it. Honestly, the most consistent part of the game is the titfuck animation, which recycles the same physics across three different body types. It works, I guess, but it makes you wonder why you're grinding for variety when the engine can't tell the difference between a handjob and a clumsy reach-around.

The point and click navigation sometimes just refuses to register a hotspot. I spent a full cycle trying to interact with a TV remote that was clearly visible on the couch, and it turned out the clickable area was a single pixel on the edge of the screen. That kind of jank is everywhere. The anal scene with one of the twins is locked behind a school setting interaction that makes zero logical sense, something about borrowing a pen. But when it finally triggers, it’s surprisingly long, almost like the developer forgot to cut it. And then the day resets and you have to do it all again. The romance path is there if you want to ignore the sleep sex stuff, but it’s shallow.

The voice work in Hot Season Adventure is a strange beast. Mary, the older woman taking Finn in after that accident, has this warm, crackling tone that makes even a line about breakfast sound like a proposition. It's the kind of performance that actually sells the milf tag instead of just slapping it on a character model. Then you meet Isabella and it's like the direction completely changed, all breathy whispers that don't match her dialogue at all. I spent way too long replaying a scene where Anastasia rants about the town's weird energy just to hear how her voice actress handles the shift from paranoid student to something softer. That crack in her voice during the library conversation? Genuinely good. The sandbox structure means you can stumble into these moments out of order, which sometimes makes the vocal performances feel disconnected from what's happening.

I found a vibrator in a drawer that wasn't mine and the sound design for that discovery was more memorable than half the actual sex scenes. There's this whole voyeurism thread running through the game that the audio team clearly understood better than the writers. Finn can peek through a keyhole during a certain evening event and the muffled moans you hear, combined with the rustling fabric, create this uncomfortable intimacy that the visual presentation doesn't fully support. The 2D art during these moments is fine, functional, but the audio carries the weight. During a scene with Ava involving some toys from a mystery box, the wet sounds were so overproduced I laughed out loud. Not the intended reaction, I assume.

The mystery elements keep interrupting the dating sim flow in ways that feel accidental rather than designed. One minute you're working a part time job to buy gifts, the next Anastasia is dragging you into some conspiracy about the town's history. The humor lands about half the time, usually when it's not trying too hard. A running gag about a malfunctioning sex toy made me snort. The RPG mechanics are barely there, more of a suggestion than a system. I wish the relationship tracking was clearer but it won't be. You just kind of fumble toward intimacy and hope the next "special moment" triggers with someone interesting.