This one starts quiet like those chill Sunday mornings where you tell yourself “just one more click” and two hours later you’re neck deep in horny drama and moral garbage fire. You play this guy who looks normal enough, school uniform, fake polite smile, trying to keep his shit together in a place where everyone is either hiding something, fucking someone they shouldn’t, or both. It sells itself as romance and slow burn and yeah, it actually is… but then it nudges you into creampie scenes with people you have no business filling, or watching your so-called love interest get used by someone else while you’re pretending you’re fine. And that’s before the mind control stuff even warms up. Whole thing feels like a dating sim that caught a bad trip and started asking what “consent” really means at the exact same moment you’re clicking through a titfuck scene on auto.

The school setting is not just “haha uniforms and lockers”. You walk those halls and every hallway feels like it remembers shit you don’t. Teachers with milf energy that lean way too close, classmates who act like they’ve known you longer than the script admits, that one virgin kid you just know the game is going to corrupt hard later. Half your choices look like normal romance flags, the other half are very quietly: “Do you want to share this girl, or watch her get stolen, or be the one doing the stealing?” I had a scene where I thought I was going for nice, wholesome kissing behind the gym and it spiraled into oral, bareback, her begging for it inside, and then later a corruption route hint drops and you realize you maybe just flipped the flag that makes her start cheating on you. Or you start cheating on her. Or both, because the game loves netorare, netorase and the whole “everybody lies, everybody fucks” circle. There is actual gay content that is not just a joke, some futa stuff sneaks in like the dev went “you know what, screw genre purity”, and there is this one voyeur scene where you are hiding, watching two people go at it, and the game kind of judges you and rewards you at same time. Female dom pops in hard with that one character who looks all sweet and then has you on your knees, and a few minutes later you’re the one pinning someone to the bed, groping like you never heard of HR. The drugs and psychological bits are the nasty glue holding it all: people forgetting, remembering, going crazy, bleeding, laughing, then dropping their panties. You’ll get animated loops of big tits bouncing and big asses riding, yeah, but they sit in a story that keeps stabbing you with “are you still the good guy?” every time you shoot another load inside someone who really should have stayed off-limits, maybe related, maybe not, depends how deep you want that incest rabbit hole. And the worst part is you’ll tell yourself “I’m going to stay loyal this run” right before you click through another harem setup and watch the game quietly twist your morality into a pretzel.

This thing feels like someone smashed together a horny dating sim, a crime thriller and the kind of late night loneliness where you’re scrolling Tinder and thinking “if I had magic I’d fuck this world up so bad”. You’re this guy, smart, resentful, totally convinced he’s the main character of reality, and every girl he ever wanted basically treated him like wallpaper. Then he finds this stupidly cute pink notebook that looks like it belongs to a high school girl, not a tool for mind-breaking sex slavery, and suddenly the whole moral compass just flies out the window. You don’t “woo” girls here. You learn what wrecked them inside, write that shit down, and then you tell them how to love you. Or worship you. Or spread their legs and smile while their eyes are half dead and half addicted. Sometimes it’s hot. Sometimes it’s disgusting. Sometimes it’s both at the same time and that messed me up way more than any “normal” porn game, because it keeps asking quietly: “You’re still clicking next, right?”

The girls are not just nameless tits, even if the tits are absolutely ridiculous in that porn logic way, like gravity is more of a suggestion. There’s this monster girl with these soft, curved horns and a tail that looks cute until she wraps it around your leg while she’s on top, riding you like she owns you even though the notebook says you own her. I liked her. I also kinda hated her. She teases you, humiliates you, then suddenly melts the second the command hits and goes from “I’ll step on your throat” to “please breed me” so fast my brain needed a loading screen. Then there’s the detective, Leonor, who walks into scenes like she’s the only adult in a room full of horny teenagers. She’s not there to be your puppet, at least not at first, and when she starts putting the pieces together you feel that tightness in your chest that is not sexual at all. Then the scene changes, her shirt is half open, and now it is. The game is rude like that. It gives you this mystery puzzle about secrets and trauma, then slaps you in the face with a shot of a big ass grinding slowly on your lap while some broken girl moans your name like a prayer she didn’t choose. And all the time this ancient goddess floats around, pretty like some Instagram filter from hell, looking at your choices like she’s bored on a Sunday and you’re just entertainment.

What surprised me most is how often I stopped touching myself mid-scene because the story just turned too real for a second. One girl talks about her “wound” in that notebook sense and it sounded so much like a real ex of mine that my stomach actually dropped, but yeah, I still clicked the option that leads to her kneeling and calling me “master” because apparently I’m exactly the type of trash this game is made for. Then in another route I got mad on her behalf and tried to be kind, only to realize kindness is almost irrelevant here. The notebook always wants payment, and the payment is basically their soul. It’s like a toxic relationship: at first you think you’re in control, then you notice how every “nice” choice you made still had a little selfish rot inside. There’s humor too, weirdly. Some banter is actually funny, like when the protagonist calls himself “God of Romance” with a straight face. I laughed, then I remembered I just ordered a girl to spread her legs over a desk and cum on command after rewriting her memories like a psycho with good handwriting. The 3D models are kind of janky in certain poses and I swear one time a boob clipped through an arm and nobody fixed it. I stared at that mistake longer than I stared at some of the sex, actually. Then I forgot about it when a monster girl climbed into my lap, whispered that she existed only for my pleasure and then, in the next route, looked at me with pure hatred right before I stripped her mind again. It feels less like playing a hero and more like writing a very long, very horny suicide letter for your own morals. I wish the game respected consent more. I also like that it doesn’t. Both are true in my head and that’s kind of the whole vibe: arousal wrapped around shame, tied up with mystery, and the knot never really comes loose.

Tunturico feels like somebody took a horny Indiana Jones fantasy, fed it cheap tequila, and then drew the whole thing in a sketchbook that actually looks alive. You play this treasure hunter guy who is very obviously “here for the artifacts” but also gets distracted by every sexy creature with a tail, ears, or hungry eyes along the way. The city is supposed to be full of forgotten temples and traps, but what really sticks in my mind is how many scenes are basically “who’s watching who” while someone’s hand is already busy under the belt. The tone is playful, not super serious hero stuff. One second the main guy is flirting, next second he’s getting teased while trying to pretend he’s still focused on some ancient puzzle. He is not. At all.

I really liked how the erotic scenes feel kind of sneaky a lot of the time. Like, you’re not just thrown into sex immediately. You stumble across a furry guard “on break” doing something very not safe for work, and suddenly you’re the creep hiding behind a crumbling column, trying not to breathe too loud while you stare. And then it flips, and you realize they knew you were there and were putting on a show just for you. Oral and hand stuff is everywhere, and it’s not shy about angles. You get moments where your character is basically pinned down, getting a slow teasing handjob while some smug animal-eared girl keeps eye contact and talks shit about how easily you’re distracted from your big heroic “mission”. The humor hits nice too, kind of stupid on purpose, like when the main guy says something brave and then instantly loses his cool because someone licks his ear from behind. There is romance buried in there, not just porn spam. My favorite part was this quiet little scene on a rooftop where you share a simple kiss with one of the characters before she drops to her knees and things stop being innocent really fast. It actually feels like the relationship grew a bit, then immediately turns into a sloppy blowjob with you trying not to look down at her eyes because it’s too intense.

The art is 2D but has that slightly rough, hand-touched feel, not generic porn comic copy. Sometimes the characters are a bit off-model between scenes, and I weirdly liked that, it makes it feel more like a living sketchbook than some overpolished commercial thing. But yeah, some backgrounds look lazy as hell, like the artist just got tired and said “whatever, they’re not looking there anyway”, which is kind of true. Interactive bits are mixed into the erotic parts: like you’re choosing how bold to act while you’re peeking at two characters going at it, and if you push your luck too much, they notice and drag you in. Or you pretend to be all about “romance first, treasure later”, and the game winks at you and then still throws you into a scene where you’re on your knees, tongue busy, while some fluffy-tailed beauty uses you as her personal toy. It can be silly, sincere, horny and strange in the same five minutes. Sometimes the jokes land, sometimes they’re cringe, but that also makes it feel more personal, like reading someone’s horny travel diary of a city full of glowing ruins, wet mouths, and too many chances to get caught watching what you shouldn’t.

Leo is the kind of guy you’ve seen a hundred times in those “I’ll teach you how to be rich” YouTube shorts, except here he actually fucks people instead of selling a course. The whole thing starts in this cramped office full of cheap furniture, dead plants, ringing phones, and that awful fluorescent hum that makes your brain itch. Perfect place to ruin your morals. He’s stuck grinding penny stocks, screens full of red numbers, and then you meet Donnie, the human version of a cocaine line. From there it’s classic office sleaze: shitty little cubicles, fake smiles, and everyone secretly horny and stressed. The game leans into that feeling where money and sex get mixed in your head, like you close a big trade and suddenly you notice how tight your boss’ blouse actually is. It’s not “romantic”, it’s more like “I’m winning, I want to fuck something right now” energy.

What really sells it is the use of real model faces on the characters. The MILF in charge of the office, the one with the push-up bra that should count as a war crime, she looks like that one Instagram financial influencer who “just happens” to post from beaches every week. Huge tits, thick ass that absolutely does not belong in some boring brokerage. Every time she walks into Leo’s little corner to yell about numbers, the audio does this thing: heels clicking sharp, fabric rubbing, then a tiny chair creak when she leans in too close. I’m obsessed with that chair creak, by the way. They reuse it in a few scenes and each time it hits right before some shit goes down, sexual or financial. It’s like the game’s unofficial “you’re about to fuck up” sound cue. Sex scenes are loud in the good way: wet, sloppy, no fake porn squeaks. You can hear skin slapping against that crappy office desk, a cheap stapler rattling near the edge, someone’s phone buzzing right when you’re balls deep because of course it does. I played with my headphones on and at one point I actually checked my own Telegram because the in-game notification sound was close enough to the real thing, which pissed me off and impressed me in the same moment. The humor is very “Wolf of Wall Street if everyone had slightly less cocaine and way more porn tabs open”. Lots of stupid lines during sex, like dirty talk mixed with stock jargon that somehow kind of works. One of the endings tried to go serious and emotional and I honestly didn’t buy it at all, but then there’s another route where you’re railing a curvy client in a glass office while the sales floor noise bleeds through the walls, and that one felt way more honest. Funny how the game pretends to be about ambition when it’s clearly at its best when you’re just a horny bastard abusing the printer room. I was going to talk about the business paths and how choices actually shift the tone a lot, but then there’s this one scene in the bathroom where you hear the shitty fan, distant phones, water dripping, and her moans bouncing off the tiles, and my brain kind of forgot everything else.

RICO: Sin City feels like somebody opened Unity, threw in every superhero parody idea they had after binging Netflix and Pornhub, and then just… never stopped. You start as this snitch working for the cops, buried under so many charges that even the loading screen kinda feels like a threat. One second you’re getting lectured by some tired detective in a shitty office with buzzing neon, the next second you’re jerking off in a motel bathroom because a bust went sideways and a stacked mutant patrol girl bent over a squad car is stuck in your head. The whole city is like a horny GTA fever dream where every cape, villain and random NPC wants to either shoot you or ride you, sometimes both in the same scene. And weirdly it works, mostly because the game doesn’t pretend to be classy. It looks like a Unity project where the dev said “yeah whatever, her tits need to be bigger” and then forgot about gravity after that. When you’re talking to these parody heroes, their boobs practically enter the dialogue first.

The best part for me is how the superpower angle keeps sliding into porn logic. There’s this sequence where you’re supposed to track a telepath who’s leaking sensitive info to a gang. Plot sounds serious, right? But the way you get the intel is by letting her dig through your “fantasies” to check if you’re loyal. Game literally locks you into this interactive jerk-off interrogation where every time you pick a more shameless answer, the scene shifts: now she’s in a skintight suit, now it’s ripped, now she’s pushing you down with psychic force while you stroke your cock because “arousal improves data transfer.” On paper it sounds stupid. In practice, sitting there with your mouse, watching a 3DCG superheroine float in front of you while you try to choose between “lie” and “tell her you want to cum on her cape,” it’s kinda genius. I was laughing, but also hard as fuck. Later, you’re chasing some bootleg Harley-Deadpool mashup through an alley, and instead of normal QTEs you get these horny choices like “tackle her” or “grab her thighs.” Miss the timing and she knees you. Hit it, and suddenly you’re pinning her against a dumpster while she calls you a criminal piece of shit and rubs your bulge with this smug grin. The game will cut away from an actually decent crime scene setup into a masturbation cutaway with almost no transition at all, and sometimes that’s annoying, like it didn’t trust its own plot to breathe. It keeps throwing gags at you too: a flying hero hovering outside a high-rise window while two huge-tit influencers inside “negotiate” brand deals by sucking him off, a corrupt cop making you “demonstrate” your loyalty to the city’s finest by letting his busty partner sit on your face in the interrogation room. It’s horny, messy, self-aware, occasionally dumb as fuck, and it definitely feels like some Unity sleuth could open the project and still find half-broken objects hidden behind the city skyline, along with one more naked superhero model some dev forgot to assign to a mission.

This one starts like some harmless romcom setup and then just keeps sliding into a really nasty place while you watch and keep telling yourself “nah, it’s fine, she’s fine,” even when your gut already knows it’s not fine at all. You’re this loudmouth kid, big sense of justice, but the game loves to rub your face in how useless that actually is here. First day at the new academy, you crash into Rin, photography club president, break her camera, boom, you’re stuck helping her. At first it’s just you tagging along, carrying stuff, hanging out while she tries to save her club with contest photos. It’s cute, she’s awkward, you tease her, she blushes, you get those flirty bits and POV moments that feel almost wholesome. Even the early fanservice scenes feel like they’re just playing around with groping and accidental peeks, like some horny school comedy. You kinda forget the game warned you about being cruel. Or you pretend you forgot.

Then the principal starts slithering in. You know exactly what type he is the second he shows up, but the game doesn’t let you confront him in any satisfying way. He’s “helping” Rin with her club, offering “support” and “connections”, and you can see the trap from a mile away, but the protagonist keeps trying to rationalize it. Those early scenes where you watch him hovering too close over her shoulder while she reviews shots, or where she brushes off your concern with a laugh, are honestly more painful than the actual explicit stuff. You start catching these little AI-touched CGs where her expression doesn’t quite match what she’s saying, like her smile looks strained while the text says she’s fine, and your brain goes, yeah, no, she’s not. The voyeurism heat hits different when you’re not just peeping on some random girl, but on someone you’re actually getting attached to while another guy slowly rewires her.

The sex progression is slow enough to hurt. Harassment in the hallway that she calls “just a misunderstanding”, a “special private photoshoot” you’re not invited to, her coming back with messy hair and a forced grin, joking about “weird poses” he made her do. Then the game starts letting you see what’s really happening. The first time it shows him using her as a prop for his own filth, making her pose in ways that are way past normal photography, it actually feels like a punch, even though you knew it was coming. There’s this one scene where she’s kneeling, mouth full, camera still in her hands, trying to keep it from falling while he uses her face, and the framing is so fucked up in a good way. It’s like the club, the contests, her dreams, everything literally resting on her trying to please this disgusting bastard. The POV keeps you stuck as the guy who can only watch, listening through doors, catching glimpses through windows, scrolling through pics on her camera when she’s not looking and finding shots you really wish you hadn’t seen. The comedy never fully disappears either, which is kind of evil. You still get stupid jokes, horny banter, some romance flags, right between scenes of her getting deeper into prostitution-style “deals” and rougher BDSM sessions with him in the name of “supporting the club”. It shouldn’t be funny and hot and depressing at the same time, but it kinda is.

The wild part is how it messes with your sense of control. You don’t get choices, it’s a straight kinetic thing, so you just sit there, clicking, feeling more tense each scene. You keep waiting for the big heroic confrontation that never really lands the way you want. Instead you get more humiliation, more “training”, more proof that your so-called justice is just background noise in a rigged system. Her clothes get skimpier, her posture more submissive around him even when she’s still acting normal with you, and by the time she’s letting him grope her in the darkroom because “we need edgy shots”, it’s already over, she just hasn’t admitted it to herself yet. The romance sprinkles make everything worse, since you see what you almost had while watching him fuck it to pieces. The game knows exactly what NTR people are here for and doesn’t pretend to be fair or kind about it. It just grabs your anxiety, your curiosity, your voyeur brain, and squeezes till you kinda hate yourself for staying turned on. I liked that. I hated that. Whatever. I couldn’t stop reading.

Misha is the kind of guy your school counselor would call “at risk” and your Pornhub history would call “perfect protagonist”. Branded a parasite by this icy communist regime, he lives in a flat where the walls feel like tattletales and every poster on the street looks like it’s judging his dick. You’re supposed to study hard, salute the Party, and pretend you don’t notice the way that one officer’s uniform can’t hold her tits in when she leans over your desk. Very serious, very disciplined, totally not getting a hard-on in the middle of a political lecture, right?

The world is cold, but the girls here are a kind of hot that feels illegal even before the game tells you it is. You’ve got stacked older women who talk like they’re giving you “guidance” while sitting just a bit too close on the sofa, pressing that big ass into the cushions so you have to squeeze beside them. There’s younger classmates acting all innocent, blushing and teasing, hips swaying in the corridor while the Party anthem is playing from a crappy loudspeaker in the background. The contrast is kind of insane: propaganda posters about purity on one side, some girl trying to hide her ahegao face on the other while you rail her on a squeaky bed. First time Misha actually gets to put his virgin status in the trash, it happens in the most unromantic little room, but the scene is so animated and expressive it almost feels rude watching it on a small phone screen. I kept tilting the screen like that helps, like I’m adjusting “morality” brightness or something.

What I like is how the romance keeps pretending to be subtle and then completely fails at being subtle. One moment you’re helping with homework, listening to some lecture about serving the state, next moment she’s grinding on your lap, trying to keep quiet because a Party officer is in the next room doing a loyalty check. The game loves those close, awkward family-adjacent moments where everyone is trying to act normal and you can almost hear the sexual tension pacing back and forth. There’s dirty humor hidden under serious faces, like a teacher giving you this long talk about responsibility while clearly staring at your crotch between lines. The sex goes straight for vaginal, no bullshit, with detailed loops where bodies actually move, not that wooden doll thing some games do. It’s messy, sweaty, and sometimes their faces twist into that over-the-top “I’m broken in the best way” expression that will either make you laugh or make you reach for lube. Or both. What I still don’t get is why one background chair keeps clipping in the corner of the screen during a really hot scene and no one fixed it, and now I almost wait for that chair cameo every time, like it’s part of the cast.

Fairytales here start cute and then fall straight into horny chaos, in the best and also dumbest way. You pick a story, it pretends to be normal for like one minute, and then suddenly you’re balls deep in some twisted bedtime story full of big asses, bad decisions, and everyone forgetting what personal space is. It feels like the game was made by someone who grew up on Disney, watched too much porn, and then got drunk and said “ok, but what if the princess actually wanted to be pinned against the throne and gagged with her own tiara?” You jump between short visual novel routes, each one its own tiny pervy world, and they don’t even try to match tone. One story is lighthearted and goofy with stupid sex jokes, next one is straight-up group scene where you’re buried under tits and someone is sucking you off while you’re trying to remember who you actually came here to save. Spoiler: you do not save anyone. You just fuck.

The male protagonist is this half-regular dude, half walking hard-on who keeps stumbling into situations he clearly isn’t ready for. There was this one scene where I tried to be all noble, like “no, I will not touch the witch, I came for the princess,” and three clicks later I’m on my back getting rough oral from the witch while the princess is riding my face and the game throws some stupid pun about “sharing is caring.” I actually dropped my mouse at one anal choice because I misclicked, meant to go for “play it safe” and picked the “go all in” option. The girl leans over a table, huge ass up, and my dude just rams it in like he got a tutorial off Pornhub. I actually winced. Then I replayed it. Twice. Some of the lesbian bits surprised me more, like there’s a scene where you think you’re just watching two fairy girls make out as a tease, then it just keeps escalating until one of them is riding the other’s face on a floating cloud while you’re in the background trying not to nut before they invite you in. They do not invite you in. They just use you as a toy later and it’s somehow even hotter.

What makes it funny is how the humor and the lewd stuff keep tripping over each other. One line will be a dumb joke about magic beans, next line is someone casually asking if you want to finish in her mouth or fill her pussy and leave a creampie dripping down her thigh while she walks back into the village like that. There’s group scenes where hands are everywhere, groping, grabbing, mouths busy, and you kind of lose track of who’s licking who but in a nice “my brain is fried, keep going” way. Sometimes the dialogue is clunky, like weird phrasing that sounds like bad fanfic, and then suddenly there’s a line so filthy I had to pause the game and stare at my screen. For a fairy tale thing it’s not even that romantic, it’s more “oops, everyone is horny and you are the only guy in a five-mile radius, good luck.” I still think one of the endings is bugged because it faded out right when I was about to nut during a threeway creampie scene and I swear I clicked the right answer. Or I was just too distracted by the way her ass bounced in that one loop and missed something. Honestly, same thing.

Lucio opens this shiny new casino in the middle of nowhere classy and trashy at the same time and it already feels like trouble. The whole place smells like fresh carpet, cheap champagne and perfume that’s trying way too hard. You’re not some faceless ghost here, you are him, the guy who smiles like he owns the room and then quietly panics because the numbers in the back office look terrible. The poker tables are the center of everything. Every hand you play is not just about chips, it’s a slow undressing of power, of clothing, of dignity sometimes. You sit across from a redhead with tits barely contained by a glitter dress, and she calls your bluff with a lazy grin, leans forward, and the neckline does half the talking. Suddenly you’re not thinking about odds, you’re thinking about how many pieces of fabric she is still wearing and which one you want on the floor first. And then you misclick, because of course you do, and lose the pot you should have won. I will not forgive that misclick, by the way.

The whole thing is wrapped in this goofy romance vibe that refuses to take itself too seriously. One minute a girl is teasing you about your poker face, the next she basically climbs into your lap if you play your cards right. They flirt in a way that’s crass, funny, affectionate and clearly written by someone who actually likes women, not just bodies. Still, sometimes the humor hits like a drunk uncle at a wedding, trying to be edgy and landing on “eh.” But then you’re chatting with this shy dealer who’s secretly into risky bets, and she switches from blushing to asking if you’re brave enough to “raise” her in a very non-casino way, and it kinda makes up for it. There are moments where the game almost becomes a lecture in gender performance, without ever using that word, like when the tough-as-nails pit boss lets you see her softer side only when she is half naked and half joking and you realize she’s using the whole casino floor as armor. Then again, sometimes the writing just wants to show you big tits in a tight dress and doesn’t pretend otherwise. Fair.

What I really liked, strangely, is how the strip teasing is tied to risk. You push your luck, they push those clothes down. You’re not just clicking “next sex scene,” you’re flirting, losing, seducing, fucking up. During one poker game with the redhead, I intentionally played a stupid hand just to see if she'd mock me. She did. Then she slid her straps off anyway, called it a “pity reward,” and somehow that felt hotter than winning. The harem angle is there, of course, women orbiting you like you’re the sun with a solid dick, but they’re not just silent prizes. They talk back, they negotiate, they demand better tips, they roll their eyes when you act like a horny idiot. From a gender studies brain, it’s messy as hell: objectification everywhere, but the objects keep talking and steering the wheel. Does it make sense politically? Not really. Is it sexy when you’re half-focused and a little tired from work? Yeah. The casino setting gives a nice excuse for consent as a negotiation of stakes: “If you win this hand, I’ll take it off.” Super simple, very old fantasy, but it hits. I just wish one of them had smaller boobs, honestly. Variety is a thing. But the game doesn’t care what I want, and maybe that stubbornness is part of its charm.