Temptation’s Ballad feels like someone took a horny D&D session, removed the shy players, pumped the bard full of slutty energy and then forgot to write a safe word. You start in this medieval fantasy city that pretends to be serious with demons and noble houses and gods and whatever, but the game is very honest about what actually matters: who you’re going to fuck, how badly you’re going to mess up your party’s reputation, and how much property damage your dick (or tits) indirectly causes. It calls itself “fairly linear” but it doesn’t feel stiff. More like a drunk march in one direction where you keep getting distracted by a hot ass in the alley, some half‑clothed monster girl in a tavern, or a noble milf who really needs “help” with her magic circle. One moment you’re trying to act like a real hero, the next you’re getting your face sat on by a smug futa demon who treats you like her favorite chew toy. The story leans on the classic trio of idiots party setup: disaster gay, smug bastard, and something in between that definitely should not be trusted around potions. Their banter is half the fun, because they talk like actual horny people who overshare, tease, flirt too hard, then pretend it was “just a joke” while obviously staring at each other’s bulges. There’s real romance in there, surprisingly soft sometimes, and the game just throws it next to scenes where someone is getting spanked in a backroom while a voyeur peeks through the cracks. It shouldn’t work together, but it does, like putting lube on holy water.

The erotic tone is really on that line between silly and nasty. You get all the classic stuff: sloppy oral, tits used like they’re religious objects, thick cocks that clearly don’t follow standard fantasy anatomy rules, creampies that would absolutely require healing spells after. The city of Axia feels like a sandbox for kinks, even if the main plot is straight like an arrow. You’ll walk into a side scene thinking “okay, just dialogue” and suddenly there is a dommy knight stepping on someone’s chest, or a monster girl wrapping a tail around a guy’s throat while riding him. There’s casual interracial stuff, big black cock jokes thrown in like shitposts, and netorare tension playing in the background when someone’s crush gets a little too cozy with a rival. The game never stops to politely explain corruption or cheating either, it just lets you sit there with that ugly horny feeling in your chest while a character moans another person’s name. Sometimes the pacing is a mess and a really nice emotional beat gets bulldozed by a sex scene with way too much groping and not enough build up, like the writer was afraid to let you breathe. I kinda hate that. I also kinda love it. The soundtrack is the quiet hero here, by the way. Fantasy tavern strings and flutes that slide into slow, bass‑heavy, low‑tempo tracks when clothes start coming off, the kind of music that makes you turn down your volume on Discord because you know exactly what you’re doing. There’s even this one track that loops during a teasing scene where a character keeps grinding on your lap but “won’t let you cum yet” and the rhythm matches the fucking text speed. That little sync made me laugh and then immediately shut up because it actually turned me on. It’s not a classy game. It doesn’t want to be. It’s messy, loud, horny, too obsessed with big boobs and bigger problems, and Axia feels like a place where every summer vacation ends with someone pregnant, corrupted, or tied to a bed. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

You’re sitting there, phone in hand, thinking it’s just another cute little “help the girl get ready for her school exam” sim, right? Hair, makeup, outfit, some dialogue choices, a few horny CGs later. Easy. Except the “girl” the game wants to send to that exam is you. And you started this story with a dick, a very normal male student brain, and zero idea why the fuck you’re suddenly being measured on eyeliner technique and how well you can sway your hips in a tight skirt without flashing half the class.

The game opens quiet, almost boring, and that’s what hooked me. No instant blowjob tutorial, no “here’s your harem, pick a hole.” Just a nervous morning, a school setting that feels too normal, and weird little hints that something is off with your body. The first time you realize your reflection in the mirror doesn’t match the way you remember yourself, it hits like a small car crash. The dev takes their time with it, slow corruption of gender and morals at the same time. First it’s “just crossdressing for this one exam.” Then it’s “well, you need to practice walking in heels, let the teacher help your posture.” Then somehow you’re bent over the desk, feeling your ass slapped and graded like part of the curriculum, and the worst part is your in-game thoughts start to enjoy it. Those internal monologue lines when you’re getting groped in the hallway, and you catch yourself wondering which of the boys has the biggest cock, were dirtier than the actual CGs for me.

I liked how the game makes you complicit in your own downfall. You pick the lipstick shade that later gets smeared during a messy oral exam. You choose to act “a bit more submissive” to get a better score, and suddenly you’re on your knees between two classmates, throat used like a warm hole while the teacher pretends not to see. They pretend badly. There is some netorare shit going on, too, but sideways: your old male identity kind of feels like the one getting cuckolded as your new girly body gets filled, stretched, creampied. One run I had my “good girl” reputation used as an excuse to parade me in front of older staff, a humiliating little exhibition where they check if the “student” is ready. Gloved fingers spreading you open, comments about how tight you are and how a nice big black cock will fix that. Another run I resisted more and the corruption took longer, with more teasing, more “accidental” touches, more voyeur scenes in locker rooms and bathrooms, like the game was punishing me for not giving in fast enough by cranking up the sexual harassment.

It feels janky in spots. Some AI CGs look amazing from one angle and kind of cursed from another, like the face doesn’t fully match the body, or the hands are doing that weird too-many-fingers thing if you stare too long. I still stared. The summer vibe is weirdly relaxing though, all bright classrooms and sunlit corridors while behind the scenes you’re being turned into the school’s futa toy or the class’ shared virgin project, depending on choices. There is this one branching bit where you can agree to a “private tutoring” session with a strict female teacher and it starts as normal exam prep, then she makes you spread your legs on the chair, checks how wet you are “from stress,” and then uses you until you’re shaking, all while lecturing about responsibility. Female domination scenes like that felt personal, intimate in a fucked up way. Then later the same character can watch you get stuffed by multiple guys at once, barely saying anything, just writing notes like you’re a lab rat. It messed with my head in a good way.

The story is mostly kinetic in pacing but still manages to feel like a sandbox for your humiliation. One time I focused on being the perfect obedient girl and ended up pregnant from an exam “reward,” cum dripping out in a medical examination scene that treated your belly like a test result. Another time I pushed for more wild stuff and unlocked a futa transformation path, where you keep a cock while having this soft, thick ass and big boobs, so they test how many students can fit inside or around you at once. I still have the scene of being pushed up against the classroom window in my head, skirt hitched, some monster girl-looking classmate pounding me from behind while random NPCs walk outside, clueless. The game doesn’t rush those moments. It lets your thoughts spiral, your shame grow, your arousal betray you. It’s messy, inconsistent, a little ugly here and there, but the slow burn into full sissification and “everyone uses the exam girl” fantasy hits way harder because of that.

This one feels like reading someone’s horny diary that accidentally grew a spine and turned into a game. It’s not polished, it’s not “cinematic”, and honestly half of the time it looks like something you’d find lost on an old external drive named “stuff_final2”. But that kind of raw vibe actually fits, because the whole point here is that the dev is basically exposing his own shit: real experiences, real mistakes, real kink spirals he fell into while his relationship got slowly twisted around sex, cheating, and that whole deliciously messy hotwife / cuckold mess. You start as the guy, at first just jerking off to his own fantasies, watching his girl from the safe distance of imagination, then suddenly you’re reading and watching things that feel way too specific to be fake. You’re not picking some heroic route or “good ending”, you’re picking which angle of humiliation or arousal you want to lean into. Sometimes you’re in his head when he’s masturbating to her pics, sometimes you flip and see it from her side when she’s discovering that being watched turns her on way more than she expected. I wish the save menu didn’t look like it was made in Windows 98, but whatever, that’s another story.

There’s a scene early on where he’s sitting at his desk, pretending to work, and keeps alt-tabbing between actual spreadsheets and a short video of her sucking some guy off. It reminded me uncomfortably of having Slack in the foreground and Pornhub in a tiny VLC window behind it, praying no one walks past. The game keeps doing that kind of thing: small, stupidly real details that hit harder than any slow-mo cumshot. Like how he talks about his stomach dropping when he first sees her on a grainy phone clip, kneeling for someone else, or that awkward first time he tries to watch her get fucked live and ends up half hard, half sick, still not sure if he’s turned on by the anal pounding she’s taking or the way she keeps glancing at the camera like she forgot he exists. The sex is not shy at all: full-on oral scenes, messy vaginal fucking, her getting pushed into more exhibitionist stuff, even that moment where she fingers herself in front of a window “by accident” while knowing someone in the next building can probably see. Sometimes it’s hot, sometimes it’s ugly, sometimes he just sounds pathetic, which I say with love. Also, the font on the choices looks slightly off-center and it annoyed me the entire time and I kept expecting an update to fix it and it never happened. The game lets you hop perspectives later, see snippets from her and sometimes from the other guys too, and the voyeur angle gets heavier, with you watching, rewatching, pausing on little things, rewinding that one frame where her expression changes right when he slides into her bare without asking. It’s not epic, it’s not clean, it’s just this messy loop of lust, guilt, jealousy, and porn-brain, and somehow that feels more honest than half the big-budget smut out there.

Jeremiah thinks his life finally starts to look less pathetic, he’s got this tall busty Freya hanging on his arm, ass that fills the whole phone screen, they fuck, they cuddle, he actually plans to be a semi-responsible adult for once. Then some cracked old wizard-looking geezer pops up, spits a curse, and suddenly your dick stats are in the negative. Not “haha funny shrink” but straight up humiliation level, like those porn ads you pretend you don’t see on Chrome. The whole game spins around that hit to his ego and this sick mission list the old man gives you. Ten missions. Fail or drag too long and there’s a “predator” orbiting around Freya, just waiting for you to fumble. You feel that pressure with every tap, like your cock is on a timer you can’t see, and the game keeps poking at your paranoia. You fix one mess, and instantly your brain starts going, “yeah but what if some hung dude is balls-deep in her right now while you swipe menus like an idiot?”

The dirty part isn’t just the sex itself, it’s how it plays with what’s going on in Jeremiah’s head. The corruption is slow, more teasing than splashy at first. Freya starts with this goofy loyal energy, sending you sexy pics, flashing those huge tits, joking about you “making up for size with effort” and all that. Then the situation tightens. She’s at the gym with some black trainer who looks like he was built in a lab, or at a club, or “going out with friends,” and your imagination scenes kick in. You’re there scrolling, clicking through choices, and it suddenly slams into these mental images of her riding something way bigger than what you’re packing now, moaning in ways she never did with you. Some are just her getting groped in a crowd, ass grabbed in the bus, hand “accidentally” on some dude’s bulge. Some are full-on interracial pounding with cum dripping down her thighs while Jeremiah sits on the side, jerking off and hating himself. The game tells you it’s “only in his mind,” but you know how that goes in NTR. Brain goes first, pussy follows.

What I actually liked is how the missions push you into nasty spots on purpose. You want to keep your points low to avoid the worst outcome, but to reach that you still need to let shit happen. It’s that classic “pick how badly you lose” loop you see in these games. Maybe you send her out in a tiny top to distract a guard and suddenly there’s a scene of her flashing her tits, laughing while some random guy takes snapshots. Maybe she needs money and you agree to “a little harmless flirting,” and it turns into a handjob in some backroom while she tells herself it’s only this once. Sometimes it cuts back to Jeremiah, tiny dick in hand, trying to masturbate to his own girl getting used like a slut, and you can choose if he hates it or leans into the kink. Doesn’t matter, the old bastard who cursed you is always there in the background, watching your progress like a troll dev reading comments on F95. The mobile format makes it worse, by the way. Sitting there with one hand on the phone, thumb tapping “Next,” other hand slipping down when Freya starts masturbating on cam for “somebody,” and you can’t even be sure that somebody is you anymore. It’s horny, it’s mean, it’s funny in that dark “haha I’m totally not into this, I swear” way, and half the time you’ll close the app and still keep thinking about whether her last “I love you” text was sent with another guy’s cum drying on her tits.

Goldream City sounds like some cheap mobile gacha name, but here it’s just the horny summer town where almost nobody keeps their clothes on for long and half the neighbors are monsters with tits bigger than common sense. You play this “returning home” guy who pretends he’s coming back for a relaxing vacation, but every single corner of the city is like a porn genre speedrun. One day you’re flirting with your sweet “childhood friend” at the school rooftop, next day you’re in some shady alley watching a milf mom get pounded by a huge black cock while her husband pretends he doesn’t see it. The game kind of laughs at you for trying to be romantic when literally everyone is cheating on everyone and half the cast is secretly in heat. There’s this mix of visual novel scenes and sandbox wandering around town, so you go from casual small talk about homework to “hey, do you want to see how deep this futa can go” in like two clicks.

What really hits weird is how normal the corruption feels after a while. At first you might think “ok, this is my nice pure girl, I will protect her,” and ten scenes later you’re watching her moan on some monster girl’s tentacles while a big black cock uses her throat like it’s a warm toy. It doesn’t even pretend to be fair to the male characters. Husbands, boyfriends, that shy virgin classmate, they just get blacked, cucked, stolen, and the game winks at you like it’s telling an old meme. Sometimes you are the one doing the stealing, sometimes you are just the pervert hiding in the closet, jerking off while your crush gets double stuffed, and the worst part is that the story keeps going like this is totally normal summer behavior. There is incest teased in that kind of “we both know this is wrong but we keep standing too close in the kitchen” way, and the futa and lesbian stuff sneaks in casually: one moment it’s innocent kissing at the beach, next moment she’s pulling out a cock bigger than your arm and pounding a blushing schoolgirl from behind while you sit there with your sad little handjob. The mix of pregnancy risk, anal, titfucks, footjobs, spanking, public teasing on the bus, it’s like some horny dev opened a porn tag list and said “yes” to everything. Sometimes it’s hot, sometimes it’s too much, sometimes the AI and 2D/3D art clash and someone’s tits look like they’re from another dimension, but then the game hits you with a quiet moment on a summer night, soft romance, slow blowjob under the stars, and in the next scene that same girl is on her knees with three cocks in her, crying from pleasure while you pretend you still have control of this story. You don’t. That’s kind of the whole joke.

Sereneth looks like the kind of fairy you’d see on a fantasy book cover, all glowing wings and soft curves, but the game really loves tearing that first impression to pieces. She walks into this story like some devoted, almost naive lover, hanging on Caelen’s arm, swearing she’ll stay pure for him, and ten minutes later the script is already poking at every weak spot in that promise. The whole thing runs like one long, painful tease. You know where it’s heading, she kinda feels it too, but they both keep pretending this is just some noble quest to save a princess. It’s not. It’s a long, horny slow crash where “rescue mission” slowly turns into “how many twisted ways can we ruin this relationship and still pretend it’s romance”.

The Forest of Myrlaen is basically one big corruption machine. Every stop is an excuse for something filthy to chip away at her loyalty: a “healing ritual” that needs way too much skin, a magic vine that grabs the wrong places and doesn’t let go, a monster girl who touches her way too casually while explaining how “shared pleasure builds trust”, that kind of energy. Sereneth starts off swatting hands away, tail twitching when someone talks about her body, clinging to Caelen’s side. Then the game starts pushing situations where he turns his back for a moment and some other “guide” or “ally” is already sliding fingers between her thighs, testing just how sensitive fairy skin really is. One of the better scenes has Olgrun pretending to “check for curses” while his grubby hands knead her ass like dough, and the camera just lingers there while she tries to keep her voice steady so Caelen doesn’t notice. The animation zooms in on her lip biting and that tiny little tremble in her legs. It’s filthy and kind of mean in a way NTR fans will recognize immediately.

What really hits is how the erotic pacing keeps grinding away at both of them. Caelen gets moments of fake hero confidence, kissing her, telling her he will protect her, while the player already saw her just get stuffed full by something with a cock thicker than his arm in the last branch. There’s a scene with an arrogant elven noble who makes her “prove” fairy loyalty on her knees, tongue working on his big cock while Caelen sits outside the tent, listening to “magic chanting” that is just wet choking sounds. The game plays hard with contrast: romance framed like a dating sim on one side, and on the other side you have blacked style scenes where her tight little body is pinned, legs spread, wings twitching as she takes a big black cock or gets used by some leering monster in all the wrong ways, filled and creampied until dripping. Sometimes she tries to talk her way out and ends up getting spanked over someone’s lap, or having her feet worshiped and then used in a messy footjob that leaves her blushing and breathing hard. The whole “fairy born of ancient magic” thing slowly twists into “perfect toy for anyone with the power to push her”, and the transformation is more mental than physical, though the game clearly enjoys making her ass and tits look fuller, slick with cum, marked, pregnant risk constantly hanging in the background. At first she’s horrified when something leaks out of her after a rough anal session behind some roots, later she just wipes it off and smiles weakly, telling herself it was only for the mission. It’s that painful little lie that makes the next blowjob sting more than any tentacle ever could.

Rumors always sound stupid until you are the one they whisper about. This game throws you into one of those sticky school legends, the “there is a satanic cult behind the gym” kind of bullshit, except you actually trip over the damn book they are using. Not a cute grimoire with sparkles, more like something that looks like it smells of old cum and candle smoke. You crack it open for a laugh, and the first thing it gives you is the power to make the class virgin blush so hard she almost creams herself in the middle of an “examination” scene where the teacher leans too close, her tits brushing your arm, and you realize the book is not just edgy goth decor. It lets you push people, twist their lust, nudge their fears, and at first you just use it for small shit: making your best friend text you late at night with “I had this weird dream, why were you watching me in the shower?” while you are literally watching him through some voyeur spell on your phone, zooming in like it is some cursed Pornhub live cam. The game plays like a mix of visual novel and sandbox, you wander around school halls, club rooms, that empty classroom behind the science lab where the “mystery club” girl hides her monster girl hentai doujins, and every choice you poke in the text gets a horny consequence ten minutes later. Sometimes it is just teasing, a milf teacher accidentally pressing her big ass on your desk while bending over the board, sometimes it turns into full on corruption, like you mark a shy futa class rep with a little symbol and next time you see her she is in the bathroom stall, stroking a throbbing cock that looks too heavy for her thin legs, biting her lip and mumbling your name.

The story pretends to be about this “evil power” and responsibility, but half the time I forgot the cult plot and just chased who I could break or save or both. You can go playful, using the book to make girls horny at the worst moments, like forcing a strict nurse to lactate during a routine health check, milk stains spreading on her white top while she clenches her thighs, then suddenly she is grabbing your hand and shoving it under her skirt, muttering how this is “for science.” Or you lean into full NTR stuff, using blackmail photos and the book’s little curse tricks to push a sweet romance into pure cheating. There is one brutal route where your “best friend” tries to confess to his crush under the cherry tree and you quietly tweak her feelings so she accepts, then later you drag her into a storage room and she is on her knees around your cock, choking and crying because she knows she is his, but the spell makes betrayal feel like a delicious punishment. The game loves mixing that hurt with the horny: a loyal girlfriend getting pounded by a big black cock you summoned from some “monster” page, your corrupted class rep in a gangbang bukkake scene with faceless students dripping on her glasses, the principal on her knees in the occult club room giving a sloppy oral exam as if it is normal curriculum. There is futa, femdom, crossdressing sissification stuff where the book flips your own body, giving you a fat futa dick for one route, soft tits in another, forcing you into a skirt while a female domination demon spanks you until you are hard just from the pain. One day you are fingering a shy monster girl by the pool during summer vacation, her tail curling around your wrist as she begs for creampie, the next you are watching a furry club president hump your enchanted sex toy in the empty gym. It is messy, horny, a bit mean, and the book never really feels safe; every time you use it to make someone moan louder in a titfuck or a footjob scene, there is that tiny line of text hinting that maybe the book is also rewriting you, turning a “regular student” into something closer to the cult freaks you laughed at in the first place.

Samantha shows up in this rotten city like she walked out of some half-forgotten cyberpunk fanfic and then someone spilled porn all over the manuscript. She is “the fixer”, sure, but half the time it feels like the city is fixing her instead, grinding her down with every job, every favor, every late-night “meeting” with someone who has too much power and not enough morals. The game throws you into Blaston, this polluted, hungry place where everyone wants something from her body first and her brains second. One moment you are discussing sabotage in a factory office, pretending you care about output numbers, and five minutes later the foreman has her bent over the desk, still trying to finish the dialogue options while his absurdly huge cock is already pushing in. It feels wrong and hot at the same time, especially when you realize her choices earlier made this exact humiliation possible. My inner literature nerd kept thinking about noir detectives who always drink too much and get punched in the alley, except here the hangover is replaced by cum dripping down her thigh on the train home while people stare.

What I like is how the game constantly forces you to juggle “professional” life and just pure degeneracy. You wake up, check your phone like in real life, see three messages: boss wants you to talk to a gang leader, some rich wife wants “private mediation” with her cheating husband, and a shady lab sends a polite invite to “participate in an experimental treatment” to improve her physical abilities. Saying yes to that third one can turn Samantha into all kinds of twisted versions of herself. I had a run where she ended up with a smooth thick futa shaft between her legs, and it completely changed how scenes played out. Suddenly she is the one pulling out her cock in a dark alley, forcing a cocky street punk to his knees and using his mouth until he gags, then deciding if she rewards him with a sticky creampie inside or just all over his face. Another time I went the opposite direction and let the city break her. She got dragged into this spiral with a group of monster girls and rough, smug black gangsters who pass her around in a derelict warehouse like she is public property. There is this one scene where she is standing naked on a loading dock in the rain, collar on her neck, one guy fucking her ass while another uses her mouth and a third is rubbing her swollen belly because, yeah, she is already pregnant from an earlier “negotiation” that went very off script. She tries to keep talking in-character about “peace between factions” while they just laugh and slap her tits until she shuts up and moans.

The corruption creeps in little by little. At the start she still gets shy when someone grabs her ass on the subway, pulls her skirt down, looks annoyed. Later she is riding that same train with no panties, sitting across from some nervous virgin office boy, spreading her legs a tiny bit wider each stop, watching him sweat. You can choose for her to drag him into a public restroom and ruin him for normal sex forever, jerking him off and then guiding his cock inside while she whispers that he belongs to her now, or you can ignore him and go meet your cuckold contact instead. That guy is married to this Amazon-tier woman with huge tits and a big black bull on the side, and your “job” is to keep the drama controlled. Which in practice turned into Samantha fucking the wife on the couch, licking her pussy while the bull rails her from behind, and the poor husband just sits in the corner stroking his worthless little dick. The game is full of this kind of tangled mess. You think it is just a life sim with calendars and stats, then suddenly you are on a rooftop at night, drunk on power, making a captured troublemaker kiss your boots before you jerk him off with them and push him over the edge of his old life. Romantic routes exist too, buried under all the filth. I accidentally made Samantha fall in love with a girl she was supposed to blackmail. They end up in a cheap motel, kissing shyly at first, then rubbing against each other until they both cum, no pressure, no money, no gang watching. It was almost sweet, which somehow made all the gangbangs, footjobs under bar tables, public groping in neon-lit clubs, BWC-driven netorare drama and messy creampies feel even dirtier by contrast. The city keeps asking her one question: how much of yourself are you willing to sell to keep fixing everyone else’s problems, and how much are you secretly enjoying that sale.

This Resident Evil parody throws you straight into Lady Dimitrescu's castle, and honestly? The devs knew exactly what they were doing. You're playing some poor bastard who's gotta survive Alcina's "trial" - which basically means getting dominated by a nine-foot vampire mommy and her equally stacked daughters. The turn-based combat system feels clunky at first, like they copy-pasted it from some RPG maker tutorial, but once you realize the real gameplay is about managing your stamina while getting your face buried in supernatural cleavage, it starts making sense. There's this one scene where Dimitrescu pins you against the wall and the camera angle is just... chef's kiss. The 3DCG models look decent enough, though Lady D's proportions are so exaggerated she looks like she'd topple over in real life.

Combat encounters blend into these weird BDSM scenarios where losing actually feels like winning. You'll find yourself deliberately failing just to see what creative punishment awaits. The spanking animations have more effort put into them than the actual sword fighting mechanics, which tells you where the priorities were. Sandbox elements let you explore the castle freely, groping your way through dark corridors while avoiding or seeking out the various monster girls lurking around. Some of the dialogue during sex scenes made me laugh out loud - not sure if that was intentional. The ahegao faces during climax moments are over-the-top ridiculous but somehow work within this campy horror-porn aesthetic.

What really caught me off guard was how they handled the size difference fetish stuff. Tall vs short dynamics play out in every interaction, from handjobs where your character can barely reach to titfuck scenes that look physically impossible. The harem aspect kicks in later when you're juggling multiple supernatural ladies, each with their own domination preferences. Voice acting ranges from surprisingly good to hilariously bad, but the moaning sounds authentic enough. Fair warning though - the grinding gets repetitive and some animations loop awkwardly.