Ugly bastard time travel fantasy with school uniforms and way too much skin, that’s basically the whole vibe here. You’re this dude who remembers his life as a pathetic, bitter old perv, then boom, suddenly you’re back in your teenage body, stuck in that same boring school but now with full cheat codes in your brain. All the memories of who fucked you over, who ignored you, which teachers had huge tits under those tight blouses, which MILF neighbors walked around with that fat ass barely covered… and now you’re not some clueless virgin anymore in your head. You’re still “ordinary looking”, kinda ugly, kinda forgettable, but you think like a guy who’s watched too much porn and had zero therapy. That’s the fun part. Every hallway, every classroom, every bedroom is like “oh yeah, I remember what happens here in the future” and you try to break it, twist it, make it hornier.

The teasing is what sold me. Not just instant pussy delivery, you know? Like that scene where the stacked classmate leans over your desk, her shirt a bit too tight, her bra digging into those big tits, and she’s laughing at some dumb joke. In normal games she’d just giggle and walk off. Here your MC is running full horny inner monologue, remembering how she married some loser in the original timeline, how he used to jerk off thinking about her, and now he’s poking at her weak spots, saying the right little lines so she blushes and tugs at her skirt. You get those slow burns, the “accidental” boob presses, the late study sessions that end with her rubbing her thighs together while pretending nothing’s happening. I hate slow stuff and I was still locked in. Then again, sometimes it feels like the game is edging you on purpose and not in a good way, like “ok man, I get it, she’s shy, now let her suck something already.”

The ugly MC thing is surprisingly hot. Not monster ugly, just that dude you’d never look at twice, but girls start reacting different because he’s confident and lowkey manipulative as fuck now. There’s this scene with a MILF, older woman with a big ass squeezed into yoga pants, where she’s lecturing you about “being a good student” while you remember exactly how broken and lonely she was later in life. And you just nudge her, step by step, from “motherly neighbor” to “I’ll just help you with your stress” to her literally grinding on your lap while still trying to pretend she’s in control. It’s messed up, kind of sad, and also insanely hot. The game plays a lot with that corruption angle, not in a subtle way, more like watching a car crash where everyone has big tits. Sometimes it leans into romance and “true love” like you actually care about these girls, then two minutes later you’re jerking off in the school bathroom while remembering how their bodies feel, so yeah, nice whiplash. I wish the MC shut up less in his thoughts and more in dialogue, but whatever, I still clicked next like a trained animal.

FSS Lamashtu feels like somebody mashed up a cold war naval thriller with a filthy space brothel and then forgot which part was supposed to be serious. You’re the freshly minted captain of this “experimental cruiser” that is absolutely not built for exploration, unless you count exploring how many holes your crew can take in a single patrol. Officially it’s the proud weapon of the Alliance, last hope in a long-ass war. Unofficially it’s your floating fuck-lab, staffed with officers who look like they came out of a horny AI art generator after you typed “war crime but sexy” too many times. The ship layout screen is almost a character by itself: bridge, medbay, cargo, those little tucked-away compartments you quickly learn are perfect for “private disciplinary sessions.” You jump between menus pretending to care about fleet orders, but the only thing you actually remember is which corridor you cornered that technician in when she kept “accidentally” brushing her giant tits against you.

The story likes to pretend it’s about geopolitics and rebellion, and sometimes it even tricks you. You’ll get this long briefing about the Neo-Terran strategic line, convoy raids, morale of the Alliance, all that stuff. Then two clicks later, you’re watching a proud enemy pilot on her knees, mascara running, mouth full of cum while she tries to spit out her rank and serial number. The tone whiplash is almost funny. There’s a certain charm in how the game refuses to pick a lane: you capture prisoners, you break them in slowly or just slam straight into collar-and-chain slavery, you’re supposed to feel the “moral weight” of it, but the next scene has them begging for anal like they read the script ahead of time. The AI CG does that exaggerated wetness thing, where every hole looks like you dumped a bucket of lube on it, and every creampie is this ridiculous white flood that should qualify as a bio-weapon. Sometimes the faces twist into that extreme, over-the-top ahegao that doesn’t even look human anymore, more like a melted idol poster, and it somehow fits this world where war propaganda and porn have fused into one genre.

What sticks in my mind most is how physical the ship starts to feel. You’re not just choosing sex options, you’re shaping routines. That science officer who starts with stiff posture and carefully zipped uniform? A few “private evaluations” in your quarters, and suddenly she’s walking around with visible bite marks on her neck, trying not to react when you casually grope her in front of others. There’s a scene in the hangar where two captured enemy girls are supposed to be processed for interrogation, and you can decide if that means basic questions or “group demonstration of Alliance hospitality.” The way their bodies are posed, covered in semen from multiple angles, has that bukkake ritual vibe, everyone participating because the war needs “unity.” You get toy usage too, not just as accessories but as tools of control: a vibrator left inside during a formal strategy meeting, the slow dawning horror on your new slave’s face when she realizes the remote is in your pocket while admirals talk about casualties. The game never really resolves whether you’re a genius commander or just a sex-obsessed tyrant who got lucky with experimental hardware. At some point there’s a tender-ish lesbian moment tucked awkwardly between brutal scenes, two crew girls comforting each other after a mission, fingers exploring, tongues slow and hesitant, and for once you’re not in the frame at all. It feels almost like the game forgot its own premise for a second, then remembers, throws you back into forced deepthroat in a dark interrogation room, and moves on like nothing happened.

Freshly dumped into a new house with your mom, boxes still everywhere, the air feels kinda empty and horny at the same time. Your dad bailed, left the place to you two, and suddenly the woman who used to just be “mom” is walking around in tight shorts, bending over to unpack stuff, and you realize your eyes are not behaving like a good son at all. The game leans hard into that quiet, awkward energy. It’s not loud, not full of explosions or crazy drama, just this slow, teasing thing where every small moment can turn sexual if you push it. You click through dialogue, you watch her stretch on the couch, you “accidentally” walk in when she’s changing, and the story keeps asking you without saying it out loud: are you going to be a decent guy here, or are you going to be a sneaky bastard?

What I like is how the lewd stuff doesn’t jump on you right away. The build-up is actually kind of nice. You notice how she sits with her legs a bit open when she thinks nobody is looking, how her shirt rides up when she reaches for the top shelf, how that big ass of hers has become impossible to ignore. There’s this one scene where she’s washing dishes, back turned, water running, and the game lets you decide if your hand “accidentally” brushes against her butt while you squeeze past. If you choose the pervy path, you get slow escalation: lingering touches, your hand staying on her hip a bit too long, the way she gasps but doesn’t move away, that sort of thing. Voyeur stuff is here too, like sneaking outside her room at night, hearing soft sounds through the door, the option to peek and see her fingers between her thighs or her playing with a toy, whispering your name or pretending she doesn’t. It’s messed up, yeah, but that’s exactly the fantasy they’re selling, and they don’t pretend it’s something else.

Eventually it goes further, of course. More bold groping when she’s half asleep on the sofa, your fingers sliding under her shorts while a movie quietly plays in the background. Her pretending it’s an accident the first time, then later pressing back into your touch. There’s oral too, with her on her knees in that same kitchen where you were unpacking boxes earlier, her lips wrapped around your cock, tears at the corner of her eyes as she tries to take you deeper, all while she still calls you “my boy” out of habit, which makes it dirtier. The visual novel style means a lot of reading, a lot of choices, and you kinda live in this grey zone between “I’m helping mom with the divorce pain” and “I’m using her loneliness to get my dick wet.” No long tutorial, no complicated systems, just that slow burn of teasing, watching, touching, seeing how far you can push your own mother before she stops pretending it’s wrong. And yeah, she never really does.

Honestly wasn't expecting much when I stumbled onto this one. The whole superhero angle felt kinda played out, you know? But fuck me, this thing actually got its hooks in deep. Started playing for the card mechanics - yeah there's some strategy element that doesn't suck - but stayed for Michael's weird journey through this broken hero organization.

The photography angle is what really sells it though. You're this washed-up photographer trying to rebuild these heroes' public image, and the way they handle the voyeuristic aspects... it's not just "click button, see tits." There's actual tension in deciding what shots to take, how to frame these supposedly perfect beings when they're falling apart behind the scenes. Anna Morgenstern runs STALWART and she's got this mysterious thing going on that kept me guessing way longer than it should have. The masturbation scenes aren't just thrown in randomly either - they actually tie into the characters' psychological states and the whole power dynamic mess.

What caught me off guard was how the multiple protagonist thing works. You're mainly Michael but sometimes you get these glimpses from the heroes' perspectives, and their internal monologues during intimate moments are pretty raw. The animated sequences are smooth enough that they don't break immersion, which is more than I can say for most games trying this hard. The mobile optimization is solid too, though I played mostly on desktop because the strategy elements need more screen space. There's this whole conspiracy brewing underneath the surface that gets darker as you progress, and by the time you realize what Anna actually wants from you, you're already in too deep. The erotic thriller label isn't just marketing bullshit - they actually deliver on both fronts without one overwhelming the other.

Tony Stark finally gets to act like Tony Stark here, not the sad movie version always saving the universe instead of getting laid. You start in this obscene luxury island mansion that looks like somebody mashed together a billionaire’s Airbnb, a secret SHIELD bunker and a nightclub from Miami that never closes. The game just drops you in as the smug asshole host of an endless “hero party”, with Gwen Stacy on the balcony checking city views, Raven pretending not to care in a dark corner, Supergirl trying to look wholesome while wearing something that would get you banned on Twitch, and you thinking about profit margins while also planning whose panties you’re gonna take off next. It sounds like a power fantasy because it is, but the fun part is how messy and horny it gets when the whole “management” part starts clashing with “I want to creampie every superheroine in this building”.

One moment I was in some fake meeting room talking business numbers with Stark’s AI, flicking through contracts like on Google Sheets, trying to keep the party budget from exploding. Five clicks later I’m in the pool area, flirting with Spider-Gwen, picking joke options about web shooters that really should not have worked, and suddenly the dialogue goes from snarky to filthy real fast. It has that thing where your choices stack up quietly, so after a few shameless lines and one badly timed compliment about her ass, she still ends up in your room casually stroking you through your pants like it’s just another Tuesday. The game treats handjobs as just a warm-up, not some big event, which is kinda funny because they animate it like it’s a ceremony. And when she finally climbs on top and you choose whether to pull out or fill her up, the game actually reacts in later scenes with her being a little more clingy, or weirdly sarcastic about you not knocking her up. I picked creampie first time just because the button was bright and I have zero self control, then spent the next in-game day sweet talking her like I didn’t basically turn her into my personal breeding experiment.

What I liked a lot is how the heroines don’t feel copy-paste. Raven is cold and slow to open up, which makes it absolutely priceless when she goes from passive-aggressive spell girl to pressing her soaked panties into your hand in the training room. Supergirl acts like she’s above normal horniness, until you catch her alone on the terrace and push a bit harder, then suddenly she’s begging you to fuck her like some random fan, not a symbol of hope. Black Cat and Wonder Woman show up later and kinda blow up whatever “plan” you had, since they respond better when you act even more arrogant than usual. There was this stupid moment where I promised Scarlet Witch I’d help with some experiment, completely forgot, spent the night pounding She-Hulk in the gym shower, and then had to deal with Wanda throwing me this jealous, half-psycho magic tantrum while still obviously wanting my dick. The tone is all over the place in a good way: one room you’re talking business strategy like a tycoon game, next room you’re raw-dogging a superheroine on Stark-branded bedsheets, hoping the AI doesn’t comment. It’s horny, dumb, strangely clever sometimes, and absolutely not interested in making you feel like a good person. Which is kind of the point when you’re running a never-ending party where every hero girl eventually ends up naked and breathing hard into your ear.

A horny old man jerking off to JAV, a plane falling out of the sky, instant death and then he wakes up as some scrawny school kid under a cliff in fantasy land. That’s the energy here. The game doesn’t pretend to be deep. You’re basically a 69-year-old pervert stuck in a teenage body with weird superpowers and way too much access to women who should really know better. It plays like some trashy isekai parody that got drunk and decided it wants to be both a fighting game and a porn VN at the same time. One second you’re doing dumb turn-based combat in a school uniform, the next you’re buried in big tits, or stuffing a milf against a wall and going from groping to oral to a lazy little titfuck scene like it’s just another Tuesday. The harem angle hits fast too. Every new girl might as well have “future cumdump” written on her forehead. Virgin shy girl from school, tall milf with the fat ass, teacher with glasses, the barefoot weirdo who keeps bringing her feet way too close to your face so of course it leads to a footjob later. It doesn’t even try to be subtle. And honestly I respect that.

What really sticks out for me is the voices and sound, in both good and bad way. I play on my phone with wired earbuds like some old guy, and half the time the voice lines are pretty hot, little moans during handjob or the way one milf laughs when you blow your load on her tits, but then the next scene it sounds like she recorded it in her bathroom with a cheap phone mic. It breaks the mood. Some lines are looped at weird moments too, like the girl keeps gasping the same “ah… stop… ah… stop…” while you’re clearly already balls deep in vaginal sex and there is zero stopping. The moans are hot, but they repeat a bit too much. And the game loves to jump from serious story to dumb humor with dick jokes. One moment they’re talking about tragic backstory near the cliff, next moment your power-up is triggered by watching porn on some in-game knockoff of Pornhub. The UI is a whole other mess. Tiny buttons in the corner, low contrast text over fancy backgrounds, no real settings for bigger fonts or high contrast mode. I use Android accessibility magnifier a lot, and this game fights me on it. Some menus don’t scroll right when zoomed. Try hitting the tiny “skip” button during a long voiced intro while your left thumb is covering half the screen, it’s like doing a precision platformer just to avoid another line of badly timed breathing sounds. They added a “auto” button for text, but you can’t slow it down enough if you read slower or English is not your first language. Sometimes the auto just skips mid line too.

The sex animation itself is pretty fun, even if a bit janky. There’s this scene where the main character uses his new power in a fight, wins by some flashy move, then right after is “rewarded” by the girl kneeling between his legs in some forest clearing, giving him this sloppy blowjob while still in her school uniform. The camera lingers on the big ass and big tits like it forgot which part it wants to focus on. Then later you get a full on harem scene where they all line up to “help” you recover your mana or whatever, and it becomes a mix of masturbation, footjob and oral at the same time, with half of the girls moaning in your ear. It is ridiculous and kind of hot but also low-key funny because the sound mixing puts one girl’s voice way louder than the others, so it feels like she’s right next to your mic and the rest are in the hallway. There’s a little masturbation scene early on where your reincarnated guy is alone in his new room, remembering JAV, and it’s nice they made it interactive, but the stroke speed feels locked and there is no proper feedback for blind or low vision players, no vibrations, no audio cue to say “you’re about to cum”. For a mobile game where everyone plays with thumb controls on tiny screens, the dev really forgot that not everyone has perfect eyesight or fast reading. You can’t remap gestures, can’t turn off certain flashing effects in combat, and if you use system-level text scaling from Android settings, some labels clip out of their boxes. The game is horny as hell, the jokes are dumb, the power fantasy is obvious, and in a weird way that’s charming, but every time I squint at a tiny button during a hot scene, I just think: you can give me a milf riding my dick with full voice, but you can’t give me a proper font size slider?

Money screwups usually just hurt for a while, then fade. Here it feels like the universe stored your mistake, fattened it up, and then threw it back in your face with a winning lottery ticket stapled on top. You start out as this guy who once torched his whole life with one stupid financial decision, and now suddenly you’re stupid rich and everyone around you is suddenly very, very interested in how generous you feel. Especially your best friend, the one you spent half your teen years jerking off over while pretending you were “just buddies”. She’s broke, desperate, still pretending everything is fine, and you’re sitting there with more zeros in your account than brain cells, trying to decide if you want to be a hero, or the villain hentai warned us about and we didn’t listen.

The game loves to push you into these morally gross little corners. You can play the sweet guy route, all romance and slow-build teasing, or you can look at your long-time crush and think, “yeah, you’re gonna pay me back, but not with money.” Blackmail rolls in not as some cartoon evil thing, more like “ok, sign this, or I tell your boss what you did.” Then suddenly she’s on her knees, giving you sloppy oral while trying not to cry, and the worst part is the game makes you enjoy it and hate yourself at the same time. I liked that. I also hated it. There’s this one scene where you help cover her rent, and a few choices later she’s on your couch, half drunk, putting her feet in your lap, wiggling her toes in that “I know what I’m doing, but I’ll act innocent” way. Turn that into a footjob if you’re a degenerate like me, or pretend you’re above it and fail as a human being. The corruption is not instant; it creeps. One moment she’s just thanking you, later she’s letting you spank her bare ass as “punishment” for missing a payment, whispering that it hurts while clearly pushing herself back into your hand.

Sex scenes go from cute and clumsy to “oh wow, I’m actually a bastard” real fast. You can keep things romantic, kissing her slow, sliding into good old vaginal sex while she tells you she’s glad it’s you. Or you go full male domination and treat her like your personal debt toy, making her choke on your cock before you decide whether to finish in her mouth, her pussy, or even her ass because she signed a really stupid contract you wrote at 3% sanity. There’s anal, creampies, rough spanking, those messed up moments where she says “no, that’s too much” and you can actually stop, or just push anyway and lean harder into corruption. Some paths feel like a wholesome dating sim that just happens to have fucking, others are basically a slow, teasing descent into “friend in need becomes plaything in need” territory. The best part is how small choices stack up: a little teasing here, a slightly pushy favor there, suddenly she’s kneeling between your legs every time she visits, calling it “our little arrangement.” I wish the game didn’t make that so hot. I also really wish it did.

You wake up in a world that feels too heavy with history, like the air itself remembers every god that ever fucked, lied, or loved here. It’s not some shiny Olympus on a postcard - it’s cracked marble, sweat, and the smell of skin after lightning. You’re not sure if you’re supposed to be mortal or divine, but everyone who looks at you seems to want to find out by getting under your clothes. The game doesn’t waste time pretending it’s about heroism; it’s about hunger, the kind that makes your chest ache and your hands shake when someone whispers your name like a prayer. You make choices, yeah, but half the time it feels like the choices are making you - pulling you toward lust or rage or something that tastes like both.

There’s this one scene - I can’t forget it - where you’re standing in front of a goddess who’s pretending to be human. She touches your face like she’s remembering it from another life, and then suddenly she’s pressing you against the wall, and it’s not gentle. The writing doesn’t flinch; it lets the moment breathe, dirty and holy at once. That’s what got me. The sex isn’t just there to get you off (though it will, trust me), it’s tangled with the story, with the idea that desire is a kind of truth. And sometimes it’s ugly. Sometimes you hate what you want. But the game doesn’t judge. It just watches.

I kept thinking about how the gods here aren’t better than humans - they’re just more naked about their madness. The jealousy, the possessiveness, the way they look at you like you’re both prey and prophet. It’s messy, mythic, erotic as hell. The music hums low like a heartbeat, and every choice feels like it could ruin you or make you divine. Maybe both.

This thing is messy in a way I kinda respect. You get tossed into this warped fantasy world where reality has given up, and apparently the local wildlife has tits, claws, and a very specific interest in human cock. The story talks in first person, so it feels like your horny inner monologue got kicked out of Earth and landed in a fever dream. One minute you’re getting smacked around in some turn based fight, the next minute you’ve got a monster girl pressed against a tree while you’re deciding if you want her whining from teasing, moaning around your dick, or riding you until she leaks cum everywhere. It flips from “oh no, danger” to “oh yes, fuck me harder” faster than my mood when Grindr crashes.

The whole thing is like running a very perverted HR department in hell. You manage your little crew, you juggle resources, you worry about who’s loyal, who’s useful in combat, and who’s just there because they let you grope them whenever you’re stressed. There’s romance, but it’s that fucked up sort, with girls who will absolutely let you creampie them behind a ruined shrine, then ask if you still like them when they’re pregnant with your half-cursed brat. Some scenes are soft and sweet, like slow oral where she’s shy and drooling, or gentle handjobs while she confesses feelings. Then five minutes later you’re shoving her face against a table, spanking her ass red while she tries to keep quiet and completely fails. The writing tries to be poetic sometimes, like it wants to win a prize, and then it goes straight into “her asshole clenched around me” without any shame at all. Honestly I love it. And also I rolled my eyes. Both things true.

Combat is that chill turn based style where you’re half reading the skills, half daydreaming about the next time some exhibitionist demoness gets pinned against a wall. Some fights actually matter and you’ll be min-maxing like a weirdo, other times you just mash buttons because you only care about seeing how much milk that busty priestess can spray when you pull her top down mid-dialogue. The game keeps throwing choices at you too: do you comfort her, or do you grab her tits; do you swear devotion, or fuck her raw in public while the shadows watch. Management and romance and adventure all tangled up in this slightly unhinged, emotional dude-brain that gets way too attached to monster girls he just met. I was reading on my phone in the bathroom, lost in some deep talk about devotion and despair, and two clicks later I had her swallowing my load and begging to carry my child. It should not work. It really should not. But here I am, remembering which route gave me anal, lactation, spanking, and a love confession in the same arc like it’s important info for my taxes.