In "My Tradwife is a Femboy?" you play as the vice president of Stunks Trading. After a series of disastrous investments, the company is on the brink of collapse. Then, a lifeline appears: a deal that could save everything.
There’s just one catch: you must marry the heiress of Anemaryn Capital.
Lucy seems like the perfect tradwife: 1950s dresses, vintage hairstyles, and a passion for cooking straight out of a 50s cookbook. But after the wedding, you uncover a surprising secret… your tradwife is actually a femboy?! Will it remain a marriage for appearance or grow into true love? Your choices will decide!​

This one feels like somebody smashed together a horny confession thread on Reddit, a Catholic guilt nightmare, and a horny Discord RP log, then somehow it works. You start as this quiet, repressed guy who acts “normal” because that’s what everyone expects, right? Hoodie, neutral clothes, dead bedroom energy with himself. He’s got Pornhub in his browser history, sure, but he scrolls past the gay stuff fast, pretends not to see the traps and fembois on Xvideos, pretends not to like all those “before/after” sissy captions that keep showing on his Twitter feed because of some algorithm that already knows him better than he does. The first scene hits like that: he’s jerking off to something “safe”, bored out of his skull, and then the game basically asks, ok, but what were you really searching for?

Then the devil shows up, like Grindr with horns. Not a cheap jump scare thing, more like opening Telegram and finding a DM from somebody who has all your nudes already. The demon feels like a mix between a dommy top and a therapist that should lose their license. It talks to him in his head first, catching him every time he lies to himself. There’s a moment where he stares at a cute femboy in some porn clip, pauses it, wants to close the tab, and the demon is just like, “You rewound that three times, sweetheart.” That line should be cringe, but it lands. And from there the story drags him, pretty slowly, from “I’m straight, I swear” into stockings and panties and pink nails, one mental push at a time. Not just “poof, now you’re a girl,” more like your Spotify Wrapped slowly turning full sissy hypno playlists and you swear it’s an accident.

Sex scenes are filthy in a very specific way: they always start in the mind long before there is any actual touching. The demon teases him through mirrors, dreams, that half-asleep horny state where you’re too tired to fight your own fantasies. Some of the best bits are when he looks at himself, still mostly the same boy, but with just one new thing: lace panties under jeans, shaved legs under baggy shorts, a soft choker that no one else sees. And he gets hard from it. The game doesn’t clean that up, doesn’t pretend he suddenly becomes some perfect anime waifu. It lets him be awkward, kind of pathetic, needy, desperate for approval. Then it flips it and makes that hot. One scene where he’s on his knees in front of the mirror, practicing how to sit “properly” like a good girl while the demon corrects his posture, is way hotter than the actual blowjob that comes after. Which is weird, because the blowjob scene is brutal and full of choking and spit, but your brain is still on the way his hands shake when he holds his own face.

It’s definitely not “pick your route and collect waifus”. This is more like a slow, toxic romance between him and the devil that is half queer awakening, half brainwashing kink. Choices exist, but they feel like emotional choices more than stat sliders. Do you pull back and pretend it was just a fantasy, or do you say “yes” when it asks if you want to be pretty for it, and for men, and maybe for yourself. Sometimes the game gives you a “safe” option and then rubs in your face how empty it feels. There is a memory where he kisses a girl and feels nothing, and the text lingers on the absence of heat. Later, when he finally gets called a “good girl” by the demon in a real scene, you feel the contrast without the game spelling it out. I hated a tiny detail though: the fucking notification sound for new “messages” from the demon sounds too close to Telegram, it kept triggering my brain like I actually got pinged in real life, which is a cool idea but also annoying as hell, they won’t change it anyway. Still, this thing deserves “Most Likely To Make You Question Your Porn History” award. It’s messy, horny, sometimes mean, full of sissy training, femboy tease, trans longing, and all that gay, guilty, wet “what if that was me” energy that people pretend they don’t search on Pornhub but their recommended tab knows better.

Cerulean Invasion throws you right into this messy mix of horny and hopeless, where everything smells like metal, sweat and recycled air and somehow that just makes it hotter. You play as Alexis, this pretty boy cadet who looks like he should be in some luxury academy on Mars, not stuck in a half-broken barracks where the walls shake every time the cannons fire. His uniform never quite fits right, it always clings to his ass and rides up when he stretches, and of course the game knows exactly how to frame that. Most scenes are just talking, but the way they look at each other across the bunk room, or how the camera lingers a bit too long on Osman’s chest when he leans forward, it all feels very “we’re probably going to die tomorrow so I’m going to stare at your bulge today.” It’s not subtle. It’s also not trying to be. There is one early scene where Alexis is half asleep in the infirmary, shirt open, bandages across his ribs, and Evan is changing the dressings. The conversation sounds simple, “does it hurt / are you scared,” but the way Evan’s fingers drag too slow over bare skin, you know exactly where it’s going. I actually had to pause my Spotify and turn up the game volume there, because the little breathy sound Alexis makes when the hand slips lower is way more filthy than anything the dialogue spells out.

Accessibility wise it is kind of a headache. Text is small and the contrast is weird, like white on almost-white in some menus, so I kept squinting. There is no real text speed control that worked for me, the slider moves but nothing changed, at least in my browser. Also the choice buttons look like normal dialogue boxes, so with my screen reader I had to poke at them like an idiot until I found the interactive bits. But then there is this shower scene with Leon where all that annoyance just evaporates. They are in the shared stall area after a mission, water running, steam everywhere, and you can see his back muscles tighten when Alexis “accidentally” brushes against him. Leon kind of shoves him into the wall, not hard, just enough to pin him, one hand braced next to his head, the other already sliding under his towel. He breathes into Alexis’s ear about how the aliens are not the only hungry thing on this ship, which makes no sense but whatever, I was not there for logic. The game does not fade to black, it shows every messy second, hips grinding against wet tiles, Alexis trying and failing to keep quiet because there are other cadets two stalls away. And the funny part is, the plot around it is trying to stay serious, talking about duty and trauma and lunar colonies, while you’re just watching two guys fuck against a shower wall like Pornhub opened a recruitment office in deep space. It kind of works. It kind of doesn’t. I wanted more options, more control over who Alexis ends up really tied to in the end, but the route structure feels locked in, like the game already decided which cock is “canon” and you are just clicking along. Still, that moment when Osman pulls Alexis onto his lap in the cockpit during a quiet patrol, pushes his flight suit down just enough, and whispers “keep your headset on, I want them to hear you breathe” into the comms, that scene stayed in my head all night, even with all the messy UI and missing toggles.

In the early 20th century, the promise of fame and fortune fuels humanity’s hunger to explore the unknown. Among these dreamers is Amber, a young archaeologist desperate to prove himself. When he uncovers an ancient inscription hinting at a hidden city of unimaginable riches deep in South America, his path becomes clear: he will be the one to find it.
Driven by ambition and adventure, Amber sets out with his companions Gabriel and Mateo to navigate the treacherous Colorado River in search of the Lost City of Caesars. Explore their perilous journey in this 18+ visual novel of adventure, discovery, and unexpected intimacy.​

GAME FEATURES
Engaging Story: ≈75k words (approx. 6 hours of play)
Stunning Original Artwork: Sprite and CG art by Aark0
Detailed CGs: 20+ CGs (not counting variations)
18+ Intimate Scenes
In-Game Achievements
And so much more!

You wake up naked in this cold metal box that pretends to be a ship, no name, no past, no idea why the walls keep humming like a drunk vibrator that never got charged right. The game starts there, super small, just you and this shitty terminal that talks too much, and somehow in ten minutes you’re juggling collars, anal plugs, and moral choices like you’re trying to run a kink party on a sinking boat. It looks simple on the surface, just text and 2D art, but the way it mixes the story and the smut is weirdly sticky. One scene you’re negotiating with some tall, silver-haired dilf commander who wants to “inspect” you and the next you’re on your knees, trying to decide if you let him finish in your mouth or keep teasing him until he snaps and fucks you senseless against a console. And yeah, you can play as male or female or futa, depending how you set up your character at the start, which I messed up twice because I clicked too fast. But that’s fine, the game actually lets you lean into corruption or stay kinda pure, even if “pure” here still means getting groped in the engine room by a tentacle alien that’s way too into lactation.

What I liked a lot is how the text doesn’t baby you. When you get enslaved, you’re actually treated like a slave, not just a “naughty pet” for two lines. There is proper humiliation, like being forced to clean the floor with your tongue while two officers talk about you like you’re equipment, casually discussing if your ass can take multiple penetration during long flights. Sometimes you’re the one in charge though, especially with softer characters. There’s this one shy tech guy, human, glasses, very “please bully me” energy, and if you push the female domination route you can make him jerk off under your boot while you call him useless. The game kind of tricks you because the story bits about conspiracies and alien politics are surprisingly engaging, then suddenly a scene hits where an orc-looking guard grabs your hips and slides into your virgin pussy in the prison showers and you forget there’s a plot at all. It’s messy in a good way, like someone wrote it between horny Discord calls. Some paths feel much rougher, like one early anal scene that comes out of nowhere and the wording is a bit clunky, but then twenty minutes later you get this slow, intimate oral sex moment with a dark-skinned alien captain who treats you like you’re made of glass and filth at the same time, and it just clicks.

I had one of those “oh shit” moments when my character, female build, already used to masturbating at every little tease the ship throws at her, gets caught by the AI mid-fingering session. Instead of a simple game over, it starts “monitoring” you, slowly turning simple checks into unwanted sex toy events, collars that vibrate when you’re trying to talk serious, forced edging in the middle of dialogues that are supposed to be about politics. And then if you push too far into that path, you end up in this group sex bay with mixed races, humans, aliens, futas, all using you like training equipment while the AI tracks which hole is available. It’s filthy, but there are also soft branches where you just share a bed with another male character and explore a gay path that doesn’t feel like an afterthought, even though sometimes the writing forgets who is on top. There’s harassment everywhere, in corridors, in medical checks, in “random” inspections, and sometimes I wanted one quiet scene without a hand job attempt, but whatever, that’s the vibe here. It’s not polished, some lines repeat a bit, some big lore thing about your past identity gets dropped and then the game just throws you into an interracial gangbang instead of explaining it, and I honestly got more invested in that than the secret of who I am. I wish the interface had one more quicksave slot, but I’m not going to get it, and I’ll just keep corrupting my poor space slut through every route until the damn ship finally tells me why she woke up naked in the first place.

Xareth is the kind of pretty elf bastard I’d absolutely cosplay, if I wasn’t worried the orcs in this game would rip the costume off in like two scenes. He’s this slim royal sorcerer who technically should be a prince, all elegant, good hair, smug magic, but daddy lost the throne to some clown king. Instead of crying about it, he runs off to get help from a tribe of orcs who solve basically everything with muscle, cock, and bad ideas. It’s all very “I’m here to discuss politics” and five minutes later you’re on your knees with green hands in your hair and someone twice your size deciding if they fuck your throat first or your ass. Story keeps pretending it’s about honor and war and alliances, then suddenly you’re getting double stuffed in a tent that smells like sweat, leather, and cum, and you kind of forget that there was a kingdom at all.

What I like is how dirty and oddly tender it can be at same time. One scene you’re pinned under an orc so huge you only see his abs and tusks, getting your hole worked open slow while another one grips your jaw, pushes his cock between your lips and tells you to “breathe through your nose, pretty prince.” Next scene, you’re sitting by a fire, robes ruined, your ass sore, talking about strategy like you’re in some fantasy visual novel, except you still feel cum sliding down your thigh. The oral stuff is really on point: Xareth choking on green dick, tears in his eyes, makeup ruined, but clearly loving it, swallowing every drop because he knows he needs these guys on his side. There’s this one group scene where you think you’re just sharing a victory drink, then three orcs close in, one gropes your ass, one plays with your nipples through the fabric, another rubs against your back, and before you realize it you’re bent over a rough table, one inside you, another feeding you his cock, a third jerking off waiting his turn, using your hair like reins. I had Spotify open first time I played and had to shut it off, because the game’s own music hits way harder than it looks: it’s loud, rough, a bit too much sometimes, like drums beating while your elf twink gets used like a toy. I wish you could tweak volume from inside scenes faster, but I just kept clicking through with one hand and alt-tabbing like an idiot.

The racial mix stuff is hot as hell here too, but not in a “polite fantasy romance” way. Xareth’s pale skin against thick green bodies, his cute ass spread wide by fat orc fingers, their cum streaking his stomach, dripping from his lips, his lean muscle shaking while they push in deeper. Sometimes they treat him softer, call him “little prince” and kiss his neck while they slide in, sometimes they use him like a fuckhole that happens to moan magic words. And the game loves multiple penetration, almost too much: there are moments where you’re getting filled from both ends and another orc just stands there, one hand on your chest, groping and squeezing your nipples, the other hand pushing your hips back to keep you in place, like you’re furniture. I played mostly on my laptop in bed, had Telegram popping up with messages while I was literally watching my elf get railed by two orcs at once, and I kept forgetting to answer because the scene kept layering stuff: one pulls out to cum all over your back, another shoots down your throat, and Xareth just smiles this ruined, satisfied smile like “yeah, this is how I win my kingdom back.” It’s messy, a bit all over the place, sometimes the pacing between serious plot and orc gangbang is weird, but the way it leans into big bodies, big asses, rough anal, and hungry mouths made me screenshot a bunch for future costume ideas that are absolutely never going on Instagram.

Resnick is not the usual porn game hero who just walks into a tavern and suddenly everyone wants his cock. He is this tired wolf soldier who actually believes in rules, in duty, in not fucking every guy with a tail and a nice ass. Then you slide into his body like a bad idea after too much vodka, a small horny demon stuck in his soul, and suddenly all that discipline starts to wobble. You are literally the dirty voice in his head, the one who says “yeah sure, hug him, but maybe let your hand stay a little lower this time.” What I liked is that the game doesn’t treat consent like some optional checkbox. You can push him, you can tease, you can crank his Lust to the point he is shaking, but the wolf still has his own boundaries. If you try to shove him too hard toward a guy who clearly is not in the mood, the scene simply shuts down in your face, and the writing makes you feel like a creep for trying. Porn game that makes you feel guilty for ignoring signals, that is kind of rare and kind of hot in a twisted way.

It looks like a cute fantasy barracks story at first, with armor and banners and talk about demons at the border, but then the horny stuff sneaks in during little moments. Like when he is patching up another soldier’s wounds, your interface pops up and you can pick emotions to feed into him. You choose Lust and suddenly his hand lingers on that guy’s hip, flicking over the waistband, and the poor guy’s tail twitches like he is trying not to moan. Sometimes they roll with it and you end up with a sloppy handjob in a supply tent where you hear the clink of gear while Resnick jerks a fellow knight off, cum streaking the inside of his gauntlet. Other times he pulls back, ears red, and mutters something about “this isn’t the place, not now,” and you feel your power bar drain because you went too far. The best part is when your meddling backfires in the funniest way: I pushed too much Lust during a “serious” council scene and instead of sex I just got a very obvious boner under the armor, and the commander called him out on it. Zero porn, full embarrassment, and I kind of deserved it.

Sex scenes are shameless when they do hit though. We are talking raw male-on-male stuff where bodies actually feel heavy. Resnick getting pinned by a bigger wolf against a stone wall, claws scraping the rock while his tail is yanked up and he is fucked slow and deep until he is whimpering into the guy’s shoulder. You can lean in as the demon and push him to want more, make him ask to be filled, and when the knot finally pops inside and there is that hot creampie flooding him, the narration lingers on how he clenches around it, half proud, half terrified someone will smell it later. Anal scenes do not feel like some casual “oh yeah, suddenly he is ready,” which is nice from an ethics point of view; they actually talk, they check in, there is lube mentioned, assholes are not magic auto-open ports. I did wish the game was harsher to you when you try to override his “no” in your dialogue choices. Sometimes you pick an option that clearly disrespects his comfort, he refuses, and then five minutes later he is still calling you “partner” inside his head like nothing happened. In real life, if a mind parasite tried to use me like that, I would be blocking it like a spam account on Twitter, not joking with it after. But the fact I am even thinking about the demon’s responsibility toward his host in a porn VN is kind of why this thing stuck with me. That, and the memory of Resnick panting into the mattress while another guy milks him with slow strokes, cum leaking on the sheets he will probably have to wash himself.

Marcus Harper is the kind of guy every authoritarian future seems to produce: overworked, underpaid, and way too used to the sound of bones breaking in narrow alleys. The game throws you straight into his routine, which is basically corporate-sponsored brutality with a badge, and then starts peeling that skin off bit by bit. One moment you’re interrogating some street punk about a shipment, next moment you’re knee deep in blood and wondering why the guy’s eyes look more scared of “the people upstairs” than of you. The sex and the violence are glued together here, not politely separated. After you beat info out of someone, the story might drop you into a quiet scene where Marcus is getting his cock sucked by a guy who knows too much, and the whole thing still feels like an interrogation, just with spit and tongue instead of fists. It’s not romanticized hero stuff. You see bruises, you hear teeth click on shaft, sometimes the camera lingers on the wrong detail like the way a throat convulses during forced oral, and then cuts away from what would be a “money shot” in more porn-focused games. Kind of infuriating, actually, because when a body is hanging from meat hooks in a warehouse you get every little droplet.

What I noticed, as somebody who studies this stuff and also just likes to jerk off to it, is how the game plays with the idea of “consent” in a world that already feels like a prison. A lot of the gay encounters happen in these half-lit rooms, on cheap mattresses, with Marcus still half in uniform. Sometimes the guy he is with is clearly into it, grinding back, pulling him in, begging for dick. Sometimes it feels more like “you’re my only way out of this mess, so I’ll suck you dry and hope you don’t shoot me later.” There is also vaginal sex but it sneaks in from the side of the plot instead of being the main dish, and the game doesn’t scream “hey, straight content now!” It just happens, usually with someone tied into the politics, someone who wants information as much as he wants to empty his balls. The romance angle appears more as this awkward, fragile thing in between gunfire and smoke. Marcus has one scene on a rooftop, city neon under his feet, where he kisses a guy slow, like he is scared to admit he enjoys another man’s mouth more than the corporate paycheck. A few minutes later, you are watching a body get dismembered in a lab that claims to work on artificial intelligence models, and your dick is still half hard from before, which is kind of fucked up. And there is this one little HUD icon that keeps flickering every time a message comes from “central”, slightly off-center, and it annoyed me more than any moral question here, and the game never lets you move it or turn it off. I kept staring at that stupid thing in the corner while someone was riding Marcus, taking his cock raw, moaning into his neck as the city drones buzzed outside, and I caught myself thinking more about UX design than the plot. That’s how this game crawls under your skin: it makes the disgusting parts feel ordinary, the intimate parts feel risky, and everything else sits in the margins like that damned flickering icon that no one cares enough to fix.

Hot summer in a fake glamorous studio full of egos and cum, that’s kind of the vibe here. You play this slightly clueless guy who thinks he’s just going to chill with his best friend who works in a big film studio, then suddenly you’re in the middle of queer drama, horny actors and people lying with a smile. It starts slow, like “oh cool, I’m just the friend visiting the set,” and before you notice, you’re flirting with a pretty-boy singer behind a trailer, getting cornered by a sleazy producer who obviously wants more than just a chat about your “potential”, and trying not to blush when a famous actor checks you out on the red carpet. It feels messy in that good way, where one dialogue choice you pick because “haha that sounds hot” later bites you in the ass and now your sweet romance path is kinda corrupted and more dirty than you planned. The game is basically watching this guy go from shy and trying to be polite to “ok, fine, I’ll suck his dick if it gets me answers” and that transformation is half the fun. There’s this mix of cheesy romance and filthy opportunistic sex that actually works, like kissing a guy under the studio lights then five minutes later letting another guy grind against you in a dark hallway while you pretend you’re not into it. It’s not subtle, but it’s honest about being horny and gay and confused.

The whole thing is built around choices, so it’s not just “click next to see porn”. Say the wrong thing to one character and he never really opens up again, but if you push a bit, or tease him, you end up in these scenes where the corruption really shows. One path I tried, my protagonist was super soft and loyal, always defending his best friend, turning down the more aggressive dudes, and that led to a surprisingly tender date on a rooftop, hand on thigh, slow kiss, the guy whispering that he’s scared of coming out publicly and you just hold him, then you still end up naked anyway, but gentle, lots of kissing and slow strokes. Another time I played him more selfish, flirty with everyone, saying “yes” to the guy who clearly only sees you as a pretty hole, and the game actually leans into it. You’re on a couch in some casting room and he basically uses you while talking about his career, like you’re just another prop, and the MC is trying to convince himself it’s fine because maybe it helps the investigation. It feels a bit dirty in the head, not only in the dick, and I liked that. There are several endings depending on how far you let the industry twist you, some routes feel romantic and healing, some feel like you sold your soul for a few powerful cocks and fake smiles. The writing is not always perfect, sometimes a line sounds weird or a scene cuts a bit abrupt, and there’s one character I kept trying to seduce and the game kept just sending me back to generic talk, which was annoying as hell, but then you get a moment where a nervous assistant pulls you into a storage room, stuttering, and suddenly he’s on his knees, your pants half open, and outside you hear people walking by while you try not to moan too loud. It’s clumsy, horny, emotional and a bit trashy in a way that fits the showbiz setup, like a queer soap opera where everyone might fuck or ruin you or both.