This one feels like a horny fever dream that somehow learned how to tell a story. You start as this guy who basically won the shitty life lottery, then suddenly the universe flips him off and hands him powers. Not super deep Marvel stuff, more like, “oh, I can do this now?” and then the game just constantly asks, alright, what if you use that on your hot teacher, or those bratty twins, or your own family that clearly has way too much sexual tension for a normal house. Half the time I was laughing, half the time I was, uh, pausing the game. The mood swings are wild. One scene you’re joking about some meme-tier situation at school, next scene you’re watching your mom bend over in the kitchen, camera glued to her ass like it’s a national treasure. And of course the game knows exactly what it’s doing. The angles, the “oops I dropped something”, the teasing that goes nowhere for a while, then suddenly goes everywhere.

What I really liked is how the routes feel like separate fantasies living in the same world. You unlock story scenes from the bedroom like you’re picking episodes on Netflix, except instead of “next episode” it’s “next time you ruin another perfectly healthy family relationship.” You go from one path where you’re corrupting a shy girl at school, to another where the twins are clearly trying to outslut each other just to get your attention, to your mom acting like she’s still “trying to be a good parent” while you’re literally buried between her tits. There’s a lot of lesbian stuff too, and the game doesn’t treat it like side content. The girls play with each other while you watch, sometimes you join, sometimes you’re just this invisible horny camera in the room. The voyeur vibes are strong. And yeah, some of the scenes get really rough and messy, both in a sexual way and in a “wow this family is emotionally doomed” way, but the game just shrugs and throws another joke or another blowjob at you. The free roam part feels like a sandbox for your completed conquests, walking around the house and school, triggering quick sexual events like you’re checking notifications on Twitter. Sometimes nothing happens and you just waste time clicking rooms and doors, which pissed me off, but when something does trigger, it hits hard. One second you’re bored, next second you’re balls deep in someone who was just cooking pasta five minutes ago. It’s dirty, sometimes a bit too comfortable with incest for my taste, then five scenes later I’m fully into it and pretending I never said that. The game keeps that cycle going. Tease, joke, shock, fuck, cuddle, then back to pretending everything’s normal, even while you’re banging half the house and half the school and watching the girls lick each other clean like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

The whole thing starts pretty quiet, like some basic fantasy trip, then you notice fast that almost everyone you meet has a dick, tits, or both, and most of them are staring at your crotch instead of your face. You walk through a forest thinking “ok, cute elves, nice trees, generic stuff”, and then the first futa elf stops you, pins you to a rock, and asks if you want to walk or crawl. There’s no long setup, no shy flirting, she just grabs you and you feel like you clicked on the wrong dialogue option but also absolutely the right one. The game really loves that feeling where you are “main character” but actually everyone else is driving the car and you are naked in the back seat.

What I really liked is how different types of girls are horny in different ways. The catgirl is playful and mean at the same time, calling you “pet” while she rubs her wet tip on your lips and then acts offended if you don’t beg. The orc futa is just brutal, like “spread or I’ll spread you”, that kind of energy, and it actually fits her huge body and fat cock. The elf is more classy dom, saying things like “a little toy like you doesn’t need clothes” while she slowly strips you and talks about which hole she will “train” first. Sometimes you think you can outsmart them, choose a brave dialogue line, and it just makes them more excited to break you in. There is one event in a ruined chapel where a tall milf futa priestess makes you kneel in front of her altar and decides you need “cleansing by seed”. She doesn’t ask. She just keeps going until your legs shake and the whole pregnancy hint goes from little fantasy to “oh shit, this could actually happen to my character right now”.

Funny thing, the game wants you to feel like you are exploring a big fantasy world, but the world mostly feels like a long sex trap that keeps changing costumes. In a good way, mostly. You follow a path, think “oh, this is a peaceful village”, and the next scene is a nekogirl leading you into a barn and chaining your wrists above your head like it’s completely normal. Sometimes the pacing is weird, like you go from intense breeding scene with a futa orc slamming you into the ground, filling you so hard you’re sure the pregnancy flag is basically screaming, and then suddenly you’re just walking through a meadow picking flowers for a side quest NPC like nothing happened. The slave angle is handled with a grin, not with drama: characters talk about collaring you like they talk about sharing a drink. It’s hot, but also a bit casual in a way that might bother some people, and the game doesn’t really care. It’s often like that: a moment is gentle, then the next line of dialogue is filthy as fuck. Oh, and there is one UI sound that repeats every time you pick a wrong option, this annoying little click that made me want to smash my phone, and now I can’t un-hear it when I open other apps. Anyway, the mix of futa bodies, big tits, elves with too much power, and this constant feeling that every path you choose just decides who fucks you, not if you get fucked, makes it stay in your head longer than it probably should.

Guy dies, wakes up, and instead of some holy light or boring reincarnation farm, he basically gets told, “Congrats, you’re the horny ghost janitor of this city now.” That’s the whole vibe of Waifus Exorcist. You wander around this weird mix of spooky alleys and cozy anime-style rooms, chasing curses that usually live inside women with insane curves and even worse life choices. One moment you’re talking to a sad widow with tits so big they look like they could trap a spirit on their own, next moment you’re arguing with a smug ghost girl who keeps teasing you and moaning on purpose just to see you lose focus. The game leans hard into this silly “I’m supposed to be a professional exorcist but I keep getting distracted by ass” thing, and honestly it kind of works. You try to be serious, but then there’s a MILF in yoga pants bending over because a demon is stuck “back there” and you’re like, yeah alright, holy ritual time, sure.

Story feels like someone mashed up a horny anime parody with a ghost dating app. You meet all these waifus and half of them are alive, half are dead, and the game doesn’t really care which is which as long as you’re flirting. There’s this one ghost who’s literally more romantic than any of the living girls, she’s shy, floating in your room at night, whispering in your ear while her translucent boobs kinda push through your chest in a super weird but hot way. Then you switch scenes and the tone just drops into comedy, like a cursed influencer who wants you to “exercise” her demon by grabbing her ass while she pretends it’s some sacred ritual. Sex scenes play out like rewards for picking the right dialogue and not being a total idiot, and they go pretty far: thigh jobs with ghost legs phasing in and out, a possessed girl grinding on you while you chant, a stacked MILF who keeps asking if this position is really “part of the purification”. It’s not subtle. At all. And it shouldn’t be.

What I actually liked, weirdly, is how this prototype feels rough in a kind of charming way. Some transitions just cut off, some routes feel like they’re missing a beat, and there’s one scene where a scary buildup suddenly jumps straight into tits in your face with almost no warning. It should feel broken, but it ends up funny. You click through a quiet horror moment, eerie music, cursed corridor, then boom, cartoon ass taking the whole screen, and your serious exorcist just turns into a horny idiot again. Choices sometimes pretend to be deep but you can tell half of them are just different ways to arrive at the same sex CG. I picked the “respectful” option with one ghost, trying to be nice, and she still ended up riding me while talking about unfinished business. The romance is kind of sweet in spots, then undercut by dumb jokes, like a ghost girl blushing about holding hands and two minutes later she’s begging you to keep fucking her so she doesn’t “slip back to the other side.” It’s trashy, it’s horny, it’s all over the place, and that’s kind of the fun of it.

Nude photoshoot sounds simple, right? Lights, camera, some shy model pretending she’s not cold. This thing takes that idea and twists it until it feels almost too close, like you accidentally opened the wrong folder and kept watching anyway. You’re not the mighty porn director with cigar and sunglasses. You kinda stumble into the role, and suddenly there’s this older woman in front of you, curves for days, tits that don’t even try to hide under the thin robe, and everyone expects you to stay “professional”. Sure. Professional. While you’re trying not to stare at the way her ass fills the stool when she sits and crosses her legs too slow on purpose.

The game sells itself at first like some classy art project. Soft talking about lighting, posture, angles. You click through a few calm lines, adjust maybe a lamp here, a pose there, and it feels tame. Nearly boring. Then you notice something: the way the text lingers when she leans in too close, when your hand has to touch her hip “just to help her balance”, when your instructions become a little more intimate than “raise your chin”. It sneaks up. One dialogue branch, she acts like a sweet pro, all trust and almost innocent smiles. Choose a slightly more daring angle and suddenly she’s teasing you about where you’re looking, about how long your hand stays on her lower back. The shift from polite to hungry happens in small steps, like unhooking a bra one clasp at a time. You blink and she’s topless, pretending it’s all in the name of art, but her nipples are hard and it’s not because of the studio temperature.

There’s this weird puzzle layer threaded into everything, and I kinda loved it and hated it at same time. Not “move the blocks” puzzle. More like sexual chess with bad lighting. You’re picking poses, angles, camera positions, trying to match what the client wants and what she secretly wants and what you want to get away with. Get too greedy too fast and she shuts it down, acting offended, pulling the robe tight and reminding you who’s paying. Take it slow, push her with little nudges, encourage her to show just a bit more ass, a bit more underboob, and she starts playing along, testing how far this “artistic trust” can stretch. One moment she’s a professional milf model talking about past gigs; next moment she’s bending over the chair in a pose that has nothing to do with realism and everything to do with giving you a perfect view between her thighs. And even then, the game keeps asking: do you touch? Do you hold back? Do you grope her under the excuse of helping her “relax those muscles”, fingers sinking into that soft flesh, or do you pretend your cock isn’t straining and just keep clicking?

What hit me hardest was how much the teasing never really stops. When she strips, it’s not instant strip-club nonsense. She loosens the knot on her robe and lets it slide just enough to show sideboob, then pretends she doesn’t notice your silence. She pulls the fabric down her shoulders, and it catches on one nipple, like the game is trolling you on purpose. She looks over her shoulder, asking if it’s “too much for the photos” while clearly loving your hesitation. There are scenes where you’re adjusting her hair or helping with some prop and her tits are basically in your face, and the game forces you into that deliciously awkward middle point: this is technically your job, but also you really, really want to press your mouth to that soft skin. My favorite moment was so dumb: she’s posing in this tight turn, ass pushed back, and the text quietly notes how her panties ride low, just a hint of crack and the curve of her cheeks. It felt more erotic than full frontal, because you know you can ask her to remove them, but you risk losing that sweet tension that’s been building like a storm.

And no, it’s not all smooth. Sometimes the pacing hits like a weird buffet, where you get dessert in the middle and then soup after. A long, serious talk about trust, about boundaries, about her past bad experiences, and then two clicks later you’re practically cupping her tits to “check if the pose looks natural”. It almost feels wrong, and that’s exactly why it works. The game keeps you bouncing between feeling like a decent guy and a horny asshole, and sometimes you are both in the same choice. I caught myself second-guessing every option: is this where I push her to try full nude, or is this where I just keep the camera up and enjoy watching her tease me with half-poses? Not gonna spoil the little secrets tucked in there, the alternative shots, the hidden reactions when you focus on her face instead of her body, or the way she reacts if you’re too fixated on her ass. Let’s just say it rewards curiosity in ways that feel filthy and oddly intimate at the same time. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

Phil is that horny old landlord your mom told you to never trust, except here you actually want to see what kind of trouble he gets into. The game throws you into his shitty boarding house right when he lost everything: money, status, and his precious title of “universe top fucker” or whatever his ego calls it. Instead of some epic heroic story, you kinda shuffle around his house like a nosy ghost with a boner, peeking into rooms, catching girls in half-dressed moments, and poking your nose where it really shouldn’t go. First time I walked past Helga’s door and heard that muffled buzzing sound? Yeah, I knew it was a toy, but still clicked like a goblin. You catch her, pants around her knees, toy shining with lube, cheeks red as hell, and the game just lets you sit in that weird “am I being a bastard right now?” feeling. Accessibility wise, though, man, small text, tiny UI buttons, that pale font on a light background crap, like they hate everyone with bad eyesight. I had to lean closer to my screen like an old man myself.

Phil is clearly a pervert, they don’t even pretend otherwise. He sniffs panties, spies through doors, “accidentally” bumps into teens in towels, gets horny over MILFs like Olga and Layla, and the whole house is basically one long excuse to be a voyeur. Some moments are surprisingly funny, like when you catch Phoebe bending over and the camera angle is just pure “big ass appreciation”, no shame at all, with Phil’s inner monologue going from poetic to totally filthy in half a second. Then you jump into this mafia subplot and it feels like the game suddenly remembered it has a story. You go meet these ridiculous mob guys while still thinking about how to grope somebody in the hallway without getting slapped. It’s messy, but in a way that fits Phil’s brain. I kept wishing they had more proper options for people who can’t use mouse well, like keyboard navigation or at least bigger hitboxes on some of the tiny icons, but yeah, doubt they’ll ever bother. At one point I even tried to tab through things like I do in Chrome, and of course, nope.

The parody side is kinda unhinged. They just look at “Hey Arnold” and go, “yeah, we’re horny now,” and suddenly you’re dealing with Helga and friends but aged up, turned gloriously hentai, boobs way too big for any back, and asses made for screenshots. It’s weird, slightly cursed, and that’s kinda the charm. One scene with Ronda teasing you in the corridor, slowly backing up against Phil, grinding that thick ass on him while pretending she didn’t notice he’s hard, stuck with me way longer than the plot twist about who ruined his life. Anal scenes pop up more like rewards than story, but when they happen, they’re not shy: spit, toys, Phil grunting like his back is about to give out. Tabbing through menus though? No proper highlight, no screen reader cues, nothing. If you use stuff like NVDA or even basic Windows zoom, it feels like you’re fighting the game more than enjoying it. Still, you walk away remembering Phil’s stupid grin when he finally gets his hands on those panties he wanted from the start, and how disgustingly proud he looks. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

Yellow County looks like this shiny California postcard with palm trees, cute cafés and rich people walking tiny dogs, but the game doesn’t even pretend your life is nice. You’re this young guy who just lost both parents in what’s supposed to be an “accident”, and the whole town is whispering about a serial killer who maybe didn’t get the memo about stopping. While you’re trying to not fall apart, you’re also surrounded by women who really don’t know how to keep their hands, eyes or mouths to themselves. It flips hard between “tragic crime thriller” and “oh shit she’s actually grabbing my dick in the kitchen”. One moment you’re reading case files, next moment you’re pinned between the counter and a thick milf in yoga pants who pretends she’s comforting you, except her hand keeps “accidentally” sliding under your waistband and she totally knows what she’s doing. The mix is weirdly hot, in that “I should not be horny right now but here we are” way.

What actually works is how slow some of the teasing is. You’re not just clicking through instant porn. You’ll be at the beach with an older woman you’ve known for years, she’s in this fake “motherly” mode, fussing with sunscreen on your back, then she lets her fingers drag over your ass just a bit too long, nails grazing your skin, and when you turn, her bikini top is barely holding and she pretends not to notice you staring. She blushes, then bends over way too far, and the camera just sits there on her ass while your character tries to play it cool. Later she’s in your room, telling you she’s worried about you being alone and “needing affection”, and she sits on your lap. You feel her weight, her tits pressed to your chest, and she asks if this “makes you feel safe” while grinding slowly, like she’s testing how hard you get through your shorts. When she finally pulls your cock out and sinks down, it’s this soft, drawn out vaginal scene where she keeps whispering how wrong it is, then begging you to go deeper and smack her ass harder. The spanking hits line up with her moans in a way that’s actually pretty satisfying, even if sometimes the animation glitches and her hand clips into her own hip and ruins the rhythm for a second.

The oral stuff is all over the place in a good way. One woman is all romantic slow kisses, sliding down your body, licking around your shaft before taking you in, eyes up, wet sounds, like she’s trying to worship you and comfort you at the same time. Another scene is pure hunger, like she hasn’t had cock in years. She pushes you back on the couch, unzips you, and there’s almost no talking. Just spit, gagging, messy sucking, her mascara slightly smeared from earlier crying about your parents, which is fucked up and hot as hell. I liked how sometimes they interrupt the dirty talk with little bits about the murder case, like she pulls off for air and suddenly asks if you really think it was an accident, then she swallows you again before you can answer. The romance angle slowly creeps in with cuddling after sex, hands tangled, small kisses on your neck while she’s still full of you. The build up to each scene feels personal, even when the story forgets it’s supposed to be about a killer and turns into “how many times can this guy cum in one evening” and, honestly, I stopped caring about the investigation for a while once the milfs started fighting for his attention.

Whole thing starts small. Just a wife, Hailey, laughing a bit too hard at some coworker’s joke, phone buzzing on the kitchen counter when she thinks you’re not looking, that kind of shit. Nothing crazy at first. You’re the husband, stuck between “it’s nothing” and that sick feeling in your stomach when she says she has to stay late at work again. The game leans hard into that uncomfortable space where you’re not sure if you’re being paranoid or if she’s already getting wet for someone else. You’re home, scrolling Twitter or checking Telegram, pretending to be busy, and your brain keeps replaying the way she bent over to grab a fork, ass tight in those leggings, and how you’re suddenly wondering who else noticed. It’s not soft romance here; it’s that nasty curiosity: how far will she go if you just… let it happen a little? And yeah, she looks like the kind of woman who knows exactly how much jiggle she’s showing and who she’s showing it to. Thick thighs, big tits pressed into office blouses that are one button away from HR trouble, and a smile that says “I’m innocent” while her DMs say something else entirely.

What I like is how the corruption doesn’t hit you like a truck immediately. It slides in. First it’s just her texting that coworker too much, laughing at her phone while you’re jerking off in the shower thinking about her in the break room, skirt riding up while she “accidentally” sits too close to him. Then the teasing starts to feel targeted. Shorter dresses at home, leaning over the table so you get a full view of that big ass, but she brushes your hand away when you try to grab it because “I’m tired.” You know that moment in these kind of games when you catch a reflection that wasn’t supposed to be there? That’s here. A glimpse of her at the office, body language just a bit too open, his hand on her lower back, her not moving it away quick enough. You’re angry, hard, embarrassed, and you still can’t stop watching. The writing likes to twist the knife: she’ll kiss you goodnight, smell like his cologne a little, say she missed you, and then lock herself in the bathroom with her phone for way too long while you’re alone in the bedroom trying not to imagine her touching herself thinking of someone else. And of course you imagine exactly that. She knows what she’s doing. The game likes to make you complicit, force you to click the option that lets her go to that party, lets her drink one more glass of wine with him, lets the hand linger on her thigh. It’s not about “winning” her back. It’s watching that housewife shine up her wedding ring with one hand while hiking her skirt for another man with the other.

If you’re going to play it, don’t rush through scenes. Sit in the awkward ones where nothing “big” happens, where she only laughs a bit too much or texts a bit too long, and let your brain do the dirty work. That’s where it really turns you on and screws you up at the same time.

Guy starts as pure background NPC of his own life. Broke, bored, nothing but cheap porn on his phone and a father who looks like he’s hiding a whole second life behind that “respectable” face. Then something snaps when you find out what dad really is, and suddenly you’re not just the loser son anymore. You’re holding the keys to a power that lets you push people, bend them, slowly reshape them, like a shitty life coach that actually works, but with way more tits and way less ethics. It sounds dramatic, but the game doesn’t treat it fancy. It just throws you into a messy city where every door might be a normal conversation or a slow slide into mind-fucked obedience and ruined relationships. Half the time you’re just wandering, checking your phone, watching the clock tick while you wait for an event to unlock, and somehow that feels right for a sandbox like this. Boredom mixed with “oh fuck, that scene was worth it” is kinda the whole flavor.

What I liked most is also what annoyed me. The women feel like they live in the same world as the MC, not just floating porn dolls, with routines and moods and those tiny pieces of dialogue that repeat until they drill into your skull. You get the whole spectrum: the worn-out milf with a body that really shouldn’t look that good at her age, the “good girl” who believes in love and then you quietly chip away at that, the married ones who swear they would never cheat and then end up taking your creampie in a cheap room while texting their husband something sweet. And yeah, the incest angle is not even pretending to be subtle. If that tag bothers you, this thing will bother you a lot. The game leans into taboo in a trashy way, like a soap opera that got drunk and put its clothes back on wrong. The netori parts work best when you’re slowly stealing a woman out of an existing relationship, seeing her conflict turn into addiction. That moment when she looks guilty right after you pull out, then you choose “inside” anyway and the text pops up describing her whispering that she can’t stop, that’s the good stuff. It’s fucked up, but it fits the whole corruption theme so well that it almost feels wholesome. Until you remember what you’re doing.

Mechanically, it can feel like you’re playing a weird mix of dating sim, shitty life simulator and light strategy. You grind money to upgrade your place, you push stats, you repeat some events too often, you check a walkthrough on some random forum because that one exhibition scene in the park just won’t trigger and you’re sure you met all conditions except apparently not. I hated how much time I spent just clicking through days waiting for the next step in a harem route to appear, then I got a scene where three big-titted women you corrupted in totally different paths end up in the same room, and suddenly all that dull repetition felt like foreplay the dev secretly forced on me. There’s male domination stuff here that goes from playful to pretty damn rough, and the game doesn’t always stop to ask if you’re a good person. There’s mind control that looks soft at first, just nudging emotions, then you notice a girl’s whole personality is sliding into “yours” and it’s both hot and a bit uncomfortable in that “ok, I need a shower after this” way. I kinda wish the city had more pointless stuff to do that doesn’t lead to sex at all, just to sell the illusion of a real life, but it also fits that almost everything is some kind of step toward another pussy, another ass, another broken promise. It’s messy, horny, inconsistent, sometimes slow as hell, and when a milf you corrupted walks past a girl you’re still pretending to be nice with, and both of them greet you like nothing’s wrong, it suddenly clicks that you’re basically running a quiet little sex empire out of a shitty apartment.

This one hits that weird spot where you’re trying to jerk off and suddenly you start thinking about moral theory, which is honestly kind of annoying, but also why I kept reading all the scenes instead of just skipping to the next blowjob. The setup is simple on surface: guy disappears as a kid, comes back as a grown man with a new body, new face, this quiet chick Saeko glued to his side, and a house full of women who are basically strangers and family at the same time. Game doesn’t scream “philosophy” anywhere, but the way it mixes incest vibes, romance, and guilt is actually more thoughtful than half the “deep” VN I see people flexing on Reddit. There is a real sense of: you want to fuck them, they want to fuck you, but is this love, trauma, or just everyone self-medicating with cock?

The sex angle lives mostly in that tension. You have the classic big ass, big tits combo, pretty shameless camera focus, but it doesn’t feel like hentai wallpaper. When you grope someone here, it’s almost always sitting on top of some prior conversation that went sideways. There’s a scene where the protagonist watches one of the older women, clearly meant to be a mom-type, sleeping on the couch. She’s exhausted, shirt half-open, and the game lets you just stare for a second too long. Then the option to touch her comes up. It’s sleep sex, full on: you can slide your hand under her top, feel the weight of those tits, push it way too far, and she barely wakes up, just shifts and mumbles. On one level it’s fucking hot, because the way it’s written leans hard into slow teasing, nipple under fingernail, that sort of thing. On another level, if you ever opened a basic ethics textbook, your brain yells “dude, consent?” and the game just… doesn’t resolve that for you. It lets you be the kind of asshole who tells himself “she didn’t say no” while touching someone who clearly can’t say anything. And still wants you to cum. That hypocrisy is baked into the fantasy and it knows it.

I like how it treats masturbation too. It’s not just a throwaway animation. You get moments where the MC jerks off after getting teased by some MILF in the kitchen, and he’s not just thinking “wow her ass is big”, he’s rehearsing excuses, building this inner narrative like “she must be doing it on purpose, she wants it”, because it makes it easier to justify what he plans to do later. You’re not only fucking bodies here, you’re watching how desire twists memory and obligation. Even the oral scenes get weirdly heavy if you think too long. There’s one where a woman, again in that maybe-related zone, goes down on him after a fight. On surface it’s just a nice sloppy blowjob, lips shining, tongue doing that slow circle at the tip, very solid stuff for people who like clear focus on the act. But she also uses it as apology instead of talking. That is ethically rotten, but also very real. People trade sex for peace all the time, especially in messy families. The VN just presents it like “here’s your choice: accept or back off”, and of course most players will accept, because you’re here for porn, not Kant. The interesting part is how it keeps blurring romance with manipulation. Characters say “I love you” right after they cross a line, and the game isn’t preaching, it just shows that pattern over and over until you either cum and close it or sit there thinking “fuck, I’m complicit in this little broken universe.” Which is maybe the most honest thing porn can do.