Lockdown Incest Simulator. Yeah, that's the actual name. My leaderboard brain sees that and immediately starts calculating the degeneracy per pixel ratio. It's off the charts. You're Ian, some dude living with his mom and sisters who apparently just exist to verbally shred you. Then the state, in its infinite wisdom, decides to legalize incest right as another lockdown hits. The setup is so blunt it wraps back around to being hilarious.

The art is... look, it's deliberately rough. Like someone learned to draw yesterday and their first project was a MILF with tits bigger than her head. Mom's model has this permanent thousand-yard stare that makes every scene feel like she's dissociating, which honestly adds to the weird humiliation vibe. The sisters are these pixelated gremlins who oscillate between calling you pathetic and, well, the other thing. The sandbox structure means you just click around the house triggering events, and the "male domination" path is basically a power fantasy for people who've never had a real conversation. You can also go full femdom and become the family's little footstool. The trap tag is there too, one of the sisters isn't what you'd expect, and the game handles it with all the subtlety of a brick through a window.

The mobile port is a disaster. Buttons overlap, text runs off screen, and I swear the "masturbation" minigame is just a test of patience against unresponsive hitboxes. I spent ten minutes trying to align a single tap. Ten minutes. And the humor? It's accidental. The writing is so earnest about its absurd premise that you can't help but laugh when Mom gives a deadpan monologue about the new family laws while her character model clips through the kitchen table. I wish there was more actual sandbox, more reactivity, but it's basically a linear clicker with extra steps. The incest theme is the whole point, no dancing around it, and the game's complete lack of polish somehow makes it more memorable than half the shiny 3D titles I've ranked this month.

Right. The corruption tracker in Temptation: Become Femboy is a sneaky little bastard and I respect it. Most of these games just lock you into a binary choice, jerk or get jerked, whatever. Here, your character's internal resistance actually decays based on repeated exposure, not just single big decisions. I spent the first hour at university trying to be a normal dude, ignoring the host family's daughter leaving her panties around. By week three, I was actively looking for them. The game didn't make me click a "become sissy" button. My stats just... slid. The humiliation scenes with the brother hit different when you realize your own earlier choices, like shaving your legs "for swimming," gave him the ammunition.

The animation loops are janky as hell though. During one scene with the landlord, his hand clipped straight through the protagonist's thigh and I laughed so hard I lost my boner. Happens.

What sticks with me is the female domination angle coming from the host mother. She's not a latex domme, just a middle aged woman who notices you're a bit soft and starts suggesting you'd look better in her old clothes. The slow burn there is insidious. One moment she's teaching you to cook, the next you're in a maid outfit because "it's practical." The game never stops pretending this is all normal, which makes the sissification feel less like a fetish checklist and more like genuinely getting psychologically dismantled. The gay undertones with the host father are barely there, just glances that make you wonder if he knows what his wife is doing. Or if he's next. The male protagonist's voice acting, when it exists, sounds like a dude reading a script in his bathroom at 2am trying not to wake his roommates. Actually adds to the amateur corruption vibe.

Yui’s wedding dress designs hang on a mannequin in the corner of the room, all lace and silk and careful stitching, while she’s on the phone with her mother. The brother, Kuroda, is a mess again. Drug-addicted, unreliable, the kind of guy who borrows money and never pays it back. The protagonist, her husband, stands there listening, already knowing they’ll say yes even though they swore last time was the last time. The AI-generated 2D art has this weird glossy sheen, like someone rubbed vaseline on the screen, but somehow it works for the domestic scenes. The corruption tag doesn’t wait long. Kuroda shows up with his twitchy eyes and that particular way of looking at Yui that makes you want to reach through the screen and break his jaw.

I got stuck for way too long on a scene where Yui’s trying on one of her own dresses in the bedroom, the white fabric pulling tight across her hips. The male protagonist just watches from the doorway, and the dialogue choices are all variations of “say nothing and let the bad thing happen” or “encourage the bad thing slightly.” The humiliation elements creep in through text messages, little notifications that pop up on the phone interface. You can almost smell Kuroda’s apartment through the screen, stale smoke and unwashed sheets. The big ass tag is, uh, generously applied to Yui’s character model. She bends over a lot. Like, a suspicious amount. Picking up dropped pins, reaching for fabric samples on low shelves. The mobile game format means everything’s portrait mode, one-handed, which feels intentional given the content.

There’s a point where the cheating mechanics intersect with the brother’s “recovery” in ways that made me alt-tab to check if my blinds were closed. The romance with Yui is still there, buried under all the grime, which somehow makes it worse. You get these small moments, her hand on his cheek, a shared joke about a difficult client, and then the next scene is Kuroda’s shadow falling across the doorway. I wish the AI CG didn’t give everyone the same dead-eyed stare during intimate scenes. The simulator aspects are mostly clicking through dialogue trees and occasionally managing the protagonist’s complicity level, which rises like a thermometer you can’t unsee. I never figured out if there’s a way to actually stop what’s happening or if the game just lets you pick how fast you slide down. The brother’s voice lines are too loud in the mix, a constant nasal whine that bleeds through my headphones even when I turned dialogue volume to 20 percent.

Goblins here are not the cute comic relief idiots from usual fantasy stuff. They are mean little bastards, pissed off, horny, and starting from nothing after getting completely wrecked in a battle. You drop into their mess right after they got chased away like losers, hiding in some shitty corner of the world with no loot, no women, no status, nothing. And then the whole thing is about how they claw their way back up the food chain by doing the dirtiest possible thing they know: hunting down human women, breaking them down, using them, knocking them up, and turning that into power. It feels half like a management sim, half like watching a porn comic that keeps getting worse for the girls in a way that is very deliberate. You’re not the shining hero here. You’re helping a pack of ugly green freaks create a breeding colony that grows bigger the more they harass, grope, and fuck their captives into submission.

There is a pretty strong “slow corruption” vibe. At first the girls are all defiant, angry, proud, and you kind of feel they are way out of goblin league, but the more scenes you trigger, the more they start reacting differently. Fear turns into disgust, disgust into messed up arousal, and eventually that into full on obedience mixed with shame. One girl bites and spits at them while they force her to her knees and shove their cock in her mouth, but several scenes later she’s hesitating less, moaning more, still crying but clearly getting off on it. That kind of fucked up emotional mix is the core of this game. Every time you upgrade the camp or expand the tunnels, you get access to nastier situations: groping in the dark corners when the women try to escape, public humiliation in front of the other goblins, oral scenes where they choke her just to hear her gag, and of course the moment when they finally stop pulling out and start filling her up properly, inside, again and again. When the first pregnant belly shows up, it hits like, “ok, yeah, this is a long term thing, she’s not going home.”

The goblins are total bullies and the game leans hard into that domination fantasy. Anal, rough vaginal, messy creampies that drip down their thighs while the goblins laugh, using their bodies like breeding tools, it’s all here and the tone never really pretends to be romantic or gentle. It’s more like a dirty little fantasy about power and numbers: one girl, then two, then a whole row of collared captives that went from screaming to begging not to be left alone. The colony slowly turns into a twisted nursery full of broken-in human breeders, and the goblins that started as pathetic losers suddenly act like little kings. The fantasy setting just lets it go wild with cages, crude wooden stocks, ritual breeding nights, and that weird feeling when a character that used to curse at you is now grinding back on a goblin cock because her body is completely trained to crave it. If the idea of goblins grabbing women in the dark, shoving hands everywhere, ignoring their protests and using them until they are leaking inside and out sounds hot to you, this thing does not hold back at all.

Clara thinks she is just getting a fresh start, cheap little apartment, new city, simple life. Then you show up in her routine like a quiet problem that keeps getting bigger every night. It starts really soft, almost innocent. A late message. A dumb rule as a joke. “Send me a photo to prove you’re following it.” She rolls her eyes, laughs, does it anyway. You feel her trying to keep control, throwing teasing lines back at you, acting all independent and fiery with that red hair and big mouth. Then the game just keeps pushing the line a few inches each time, and suddenly that “joke rule” is not a joke anymore and she is standing in her own living room, half naked, doing what you say while pretending it’s her idea.

What I liked is how slow and annoying the control creeps in. You’re not jumping straight to chains and “you’re my pet” cringe. It’s more like: “Don’t wear panties when you go shopping today.” and the next scene she’s stuck in a crowded store, blushing like crazy, trying not to think about you watching her through her phone. Sometimes she talks back, swears at you, calls you a pervert. A few clicks later she is sitting on her bed, legs slightly open, following your messages word for word. There is this one bit where you make her keep her clothes on, but order her to describe in stupid detail how wet she is while she begs to touch herself. No reward, just humiliation and frustration, and she still thanks you at the end like a good girl. I hated how hot that scene was. The writing is not “poetic” or whatever, it’s simple, sometimes clumsy, but it fits the whole thing. The dirty talk feels like real chat logs you’d be scared to leave open in WhatsApp. Some lines are cheesy, some are dark, some are straight up mean, and she still keeps falling deeper into you. I kinda wanted more sound here and there, moans or little voice bits, but also maybe that would ruin it, so yeah, I’m contradicting myself.

Romance in this one is twisted in a weird way. It is not flowers and dates, it’s rules and punishments that somehow turn tender in the middle of all the filth. You tell her when she is allowed to cum, how she has to dress, what to call you. At first she’s like “fuck you, I’ll do what I want,” and by the time the corruption really hits, she’s nervously asking if she disappointed you because she came too fast when you told her to hold it. There is a scene where she strips slowly, following a very strict order of which clothes to remove and when, and the camera barely moves, but the tension is insane because every bit of exposed skin feels like something she gave up to you on purpose. When you finally get to actually fuck her, it’s not just random porn banging. You can feel every earlier decision sitting on top of that moment. She is not just getting used, she helped build her own cage step by step, and that’s what makes the vaginal scenes hit harder. The game really likes that male control fantasy, sometimes a bit too much, like it assumes you always want to push her further instead of maybe being soft with her for one night. But then you get a tiny romantic line in the middle of a punishment, like you brushing her hair aside while she kneels, telling her she did well, and it just melts your brain a little. I still wish there was one route where she turns it around and makes you strip instead, but let’s be real, that is never happening here.

Naomi doesn’t feel like a “heroine” at all, more like that trashy goth girl you met once in college who ruined three relationships and still acted bored about it. The game throws you straight into her orbit and just lets her gravity wreck everything. There’s no fake “you’re a strong guy actually” energy. You start basically normal, a bit insecure, a bit horny, nothing special. Five minutes later you’re checking her phone in panic, trying not to stare at the unread messages from guys with names like “Coach” and “Boss” and “???” while she laughs at you for even looking. And it hurts, yeah, but you also feel your dick get hard, and the game just sits there like: oh, you noticed that about yourself, finally?

What I liked is how quietly it slides from “toxic relationship” into straight up fetish hell. One scene: you’re on the couch, she’s half-ignoring you, legs over your lap, calling you useful furniture. She’s talking about another guy, some tall dude from the gym, and at first it just sounds like normal bragging. Then the text choices appear, but they’re not “good” or “bad” options. It’s more like: do you swallow your pride and ask for details, or do you try to act cool and fail? Either way you’re getting chipped away. The humiliation isn’t loud, it’s those tiny cuts. She tells you how he made her moan in a way “you never managed” and the game doesn’t even pause for a dramatic beat, it just flows. Casual cruelty. That part is weirdly hot and kind of disgusting, which is exactly what this kind of story should do. I hated that I liked it. Then kept clicking.

The humor is fucked up in a very specific way. Not “haha random meme” stuff, more like late-night Discord call where everyone’s too tired and over-sharing. There’s a bit where she gifts you something you don’t actually want, basically a symbol of your new role, and the description leans into it so hard you almost want to alt-tab to Twitter and tweet “I need therapy” but then you go back anyway. The game knows the NTR crowd too well. There are jokes that only make sense if you’ve already browsed those cursed tags on Pixiv and muttered “what is wrong with me” while still saving the image. Naomi keeps roasting you in ways that feel like she read your Pornhub history. One moment she calls you her “little guardian of chastity” like it’s cute, next moment she’s live-texting you how another guy feels inside her while you’re at home, pretending the background music isn’t turning your stomach and cock into a knot. It’s not all pitch-black, though; some lines are just so over the top that you laugh out loud and then realize she technically just ruined another piece of your old life. But anyway, the part that got me was when she looks directly at “you” and says something like, “You’re still here, right? Then you know you belong here.” And I sat there staring at the screen, because yeah, still there.

Yanking the cord on this one feels like finding a weird unlabeled zip on a forum at 4AM, you know the kind. Vicekeeper Victor runs a tavern, sure, but the ale is just set dressing. The real menu is a trio of blondes you break down through a training minigame that's about as subtle as a brick through a window. The domination tag isn't kidding. You're not gently persuading anyone. You're slapping, degrading, and systematically dismantling their self-worth until they become eager little performers. It's blunt force trauma to the dignity, which honestly has its own greasy appeal.

The CG hentai art has this deliberately rough quality, like the artist cranked it out in a fever dream and nobody bothered to clean up the lines. There's something almost charming about it? A polished game would feel wrong for this content. You're here to humiliate and control, not admire 4K renders of tears. The blonde one, Elara I think her name is, she starts off all timid and desperate, hiding in the pantry. Watching that shift, that broken acceptance in her eyes, is the whole point. The mechanics are dead simple. Click. Click. Degrade. Watch the obedience meter fill up. It's a skinner box for sadists, no skill required. I just wish the interface didn't feel like it was actively fighting my mouse. A small, stupid complaint that burrowed into my brain.

What's wild is the almost total lack of a corruption arc. The description isn't lying. This isn't some slow burn narrative where the characters discover a kinky side. Victor is a bastard, full stop, and the girls are resources to be optimized. It reminds me of those old Newgrounds flash games where the entire point was to shock you, but this one's more self-aware about the fantasy it's selling. The humiliation scenes get creative in ways that made me actually pause my doomscrolling on Twitter for a second. Like, did you really just make her do that with a bar rag? Okay then. I've seen a mod floating around that supposedly adds a fourth character, some elf with a debt problem, but my antivirus had a meltdown when I tried to grab it. Probably just a jpeg with a virus, the usual. The whole thing is a mess, a hot, uncomfortable mess that doesn't pretend to be anything else.

I keep coming back to the scene where the owner makes you kneel on a cold metal floor for like twenty real minutes while he just... watches. Nothing else happens. He's drinking something, scrolling his phone, and you're there on your knees with the haptic feedback buzzing through the controller every time he glances over. That's the whole game right there really. FlimsyLegs knows exactly how long to drag out the uncomfortable silence before the next humiliation hits.

The spanking mechanics are weirdly detailed for something that's basically a visual novel. You can feel the rhythm of it through the vibration patterns, and the android body reacts with this slight delay that makes it feel more real than it should. Got stuck for an hour trying to figure out if there was a way to avoid the blackmail route entirely. There isn't. The game just lets you think there might be, which is honestly more cruel than the actual BDSM content.

Speaking of the dark path, holy shit. The non-con stuff isn't glorified at all, it's genuinely disturbing in a way that made me close the browser twice. The stripping scenes start almost clinical, like a medical exam, then slowly twist into something else. The male domination stuff goes hard into psychological territory, not just physical. There's this one line about how your consent doesn't matter because you're property that stuck with me longer than any of the actual sex scenes. The 3DCG is rough around the edges, character models have that slightly dead-eyed look, but somehow that makes the whole android thing work better. Wish the groping scenes had more variety though, gets repetitive after the fifth time he grabs your chest in the same animation loop. The sex toy integration with the story is actually clever, they're not just props, they tie into the whole ownership theme. Stockholm syndrome narrative hits different when you're literally programmed to adapt.

The first time you can make a choice that genuinely made my stomach drop, it's not even during a sex scene. This guy, right, he's trying to get back his family's name from some seriously bad dudes, the 'Ndrangheta. And you're clicking along, thinking it's just another power fantasy. But then a dialogue wheel pops up with an option that's just pure, predatory humiliation. Not sexy humiliation. The kind that makes you feel like you're the villain in someone else's story. I picked it. And the 3D model's face fell, and I felt like absolute garbage. Ten out of ten, would feel morally bankrupt again.

The animation work is janky, honestly. Sometimes a hand clips right through a thigh during what should be a rough groping session. But the BDSM stuff, when it lands, is not polite. It's not that giggling, "oops I tied my wrists" nonsense. It's about possession, a raw kind of dominance that gets tangled up with the actual plot about power. The creampie scenes have this deliberate, almost uncomfortable stillness afterward that says more than the act itself. Then you'll get an adventure segment that's actually tense, a real cat and mouse thing, and the contrast is jarring. One minute you're plotting a takedown, the next you're choosing how to degrade a woman who trusts you. The romance path feels like a weird life raft you can cling to, but even that gets toxic. She'll tease, you'll masturbate thinking about it, and the whole thing spirals. The multiple endings are where the game gets its hooks in. I got one that was so bleak, so completely consumed by the protagonist's thirst for flesh and power, I just stared at the screen. Wish there was a way to be a bastard without being a complete monster, but the game's not interested in that. It asks if your lust is fuel or destruction, and then it dares you to answer. I think my answer was wrong.