Chasing Memories feels like someone smashed a horny Pokémon clone, a trashy fantasy light novel, and a half-broken sandbox RPG into one browser tab and said, yeah, this is fine. You wake up with no memories, which sounds dramatic, but in practice it just means you can shamelessly hit on every woman and monster girl you meet without needing an excuse. One scene you’re pretending to care about the mystery of your past, next scene you’re getting a slow, teasing handjob from a smug fox girl who “only does this to relax your mind.” Sure. Totally the***. I was running Discord, Telegram, and the game side by side, trying to answer messages, and every time I alt-tabbed back I had another horny line of dialogue waiting, like the game was judging my attention span. The best part is how it swings between goofy and brutal without asking permission: you’re flirting with a slime girl, she’s all bouncy boobs and playful jiggles, then in combat her animated attack literally splashes into you with this wet sound, and a few encounters later some other monster is getting her torso ripped open in a graphic finish if you decide to play rough. It tries to be sweet and romantic, then casually throws graphic violence on the screen like “anyway, back to the harem.”

The turn-based combat really is Pokémon-brain fuel, but horny. Every monster girl has her own little animated moves, some cute as hell, some actually kind of fucked up. One uses a “charm” style skill that lowers your stats while she strokes your cock with slow loops, the animation lingering way longer than it needs to, and if the status effect lands, your character basically becomes a useless, throbbing mess for a few turns. Another one goes full murder mode with claws and blood, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to fuck her or run. The sandbox style stuff is messy in a good way, too: you wander into a dungeon, get a random encounter, maybe it’s just a boring fight, maybe it’s a special girl with a full animated sex scene if you pick the right choices. I got lost in one cave for like twenty minutes just because I wanted to see if the bat girl would actually sit on my face if I picked the most reckless dialogue, and yes, she did, with looping vaginal riding that synced with the battle-style sound effects in this weirdly satisfying way. The harem angle is strong but also kind of trashy, in that mobile-game ad way, which I liked and hated at the same time. Sometimes the AI-generated CG looks amazing, like fantasy porn art you’d save to a hidden folder, and sometimes the proportions are cursed and her hand looks like it belongs to another body, but by the time she’s grinding on your dick and moaning through another animated loop you kind of stop caring. It’s an adventure that pretends to be about chasing your past, but really it’s about chasing the next scene where some monster girl wraps her thighs around you and squeezes until you can’t think about anything else.

Girl goes to a “normal” summer camp job and ends up getting body‑jacked by a horny fertility goddess with zero boundaries, that’s the vibe here. She clocks in expecting brats, mosquitos and bad cafeteria food, and instead wakes up with a thick new surprise between her legs and a goddess in her head giggling like “oops, my hand slipped.” From that point it’s not really a camp anymore, it’s a playground. You’re walking around this peaceful fantasy forest with cabins and lakes and then suddenly you’re pinballed between monster babes, stacked milfs and campers who are way too curious about what you’re hiding in those shorts. The game leans hard into her being both the teaser and the toy. One moment she’s pressing some poor flustered girl up against a tree and groping those tits like she’s kneading dough, and the next she’s on her knees with her own mouth full, acting like this was not in the job description while clearly enjoying every second. Classic “I shouldn’t… but I absolutely will.”

I like how the main girl starts out kinda panicked, like “what the hell is this thing hanging from me” and five scenes later she’s using it like a laser pointer to get people’s attention. There’s this one bit where a big‑ass, big‑tits camp counselor milf corners her in the storage shack, half scolding, half staring at the bulge, and slowly drags a hand down over it. That grab is shameless, the kind where you can almost hear the fabric stretch. Then she drops to her knees and you get this sloppy, messy oral scene where the milf is way too experienced, like she’s been waiting years for someone to show up with this exact equipment. Contrast that with the shy monster girl in the woods, who pretends she wants to “study” the new anatomy and ends up getting pinned against a rock, tail twitching while she’s ground on until she’s begging. The flirting is actually funny sometimes, very “lesbian disaster with magic dick tries to act smooth and fails” and I’m into that energy. Some dialogues are awkward in the wrong way though, like someone typed it on their phone during a bus ride and never read it again, but somehow that fits the messy, horny chaos of the story. Nothing is polished, everything is thirsty, and the goddess just keeps whispering in her head like a rude little coach, egging her on to go further, get rougher, try new holes, push new buttons. It all snowballs fast, from teasing and light groping at the lake to full‑on futa pounding behind the cabins, pussy eating in the showers, and girls sitting on her face like it’s a camp activity. At some point you forget there was ever a normal job involved at all, which is honestly exactly the point.

The town looks holy as fuck at first glance. Little stone church, quiet streets, people acting all shy and “god-fearing” while obviously thinking about getting railed behind closed doors. Into this strolls our main character: a 52-year-old priest who looks like he’s seen some shit, hasn’t had decent pussy in a decade, and suddenly finds himself surrounded by temptation wearing habits that are hanging on for dear life. He’s not some bland saint either. You feel right away this guy has the calm, slow confidence of a dude who knows exactly how to make a woman forget her own name, and maybe her morals too. Three nuns follow him, like a horny little parade of secrets: each one with big tits, soft asses, and those “I’m totally pure, father” eyes that start to change every time he leans in a little too close. Under the church? Yeah, there’s a crypt, and it’s not just cobwebs and old bones waiting there. The place almost feels alive, like it’s watching the priest every time he thinks about pushing someone down on the altar and making her moan loud enough to shake the stained glass.

The game plays like a slow corruption fantasy mixed with small-town porn gossip. One moment you’re blessing the congregation, next moment you’re deciding if you’ll use a bit of mind control to make a nun kneel in front of you, open her mouth, and take your cock like she’s swallowing holy wine. The dev leans hard into harem vibes: you’re juggling nuns, a stacked landlady milf with tits made for titfucks, and even a horny younger guy you can either help or totally cockblock. There’s this great scene where the kid is nervously talking about how he wants to get into his landlady’s pants, and you get the choice to “guide” him... or just say screw it and keep that big-ass milf for yourself. Watching her thighs spread as she rides you, thick breasts bouncing in your face, while you know she was “supposed” to be his is nastier than half the porn on xHamster. Creampies matter here too, not just as visual, but as choices: who do you fill, who ends up pregnant, who becomes your obedient little broodmare in the name of “divine duty”. The 3D-style characters glow under candlelight when you bend them over a pew, spanking them till their ass is red and trembling, then sliding in raw, listening to them beg for more even as they pretend they’re ashamed. Nuns with rosaries tangling between their bouncing tits while they choke on your cock, monster girls under the church offering you deals with claws and curves, a priest turning from “merciful shepherd” into full-on dom who keeps toys in the confessional and sins in every corner of the crypt. Nothing about this feels safe or polite. It’s filthy, sacrilegious, and kind of fascinating in that “yeah, I’m going to hell, but at least I came twice” way.

Tiny horny wizard kid gets the worst luck and the best luck at same time. One magic screw‑up, poof, he’s shrunk to smurf size and dumped in this village where literally every blue girl has huge tits, big bubble ass and zero real privacy. It feels like walking into a parody hentai version of a Saturday morning cartoon you half remember from childhood, except now the camera actually follows his eyes when he stares at their cleavage. The game doesn’t pretend to be polite. First minutes you’re already peeking through windows, catching a Smurfette grinding a fat dildo, blue thighs shaking, moaning in that cute cartoonish way while the protagonist is outside trying not to breathe too loud. There’s that RenPy click‑through rhythm, you know, but they keep stuffing it with animated loops of boobs bouncing, sticky handjobs, goofy tongue play, so it’s never just text box → static image → next. Sometimes it even feels like you’re scrolling through a very horny WhatsApp gallery made by a perv who grew up on 80s TV.

What I like is how it pretends to be an adventure and then keeps distracting you with groping chances. You go somewhere to “help with chores” and suddenly you’re massaging a Smurfette’s back, fingers sliding lower, grabbing a handful of that big blue ass while she half protests, half pushes back against your hand. There’s a light sandbox vibe, you wander around the village doing random shit, triggering mini scenes, sometimes nothing happens and sometimes you’re getting a sloppy blowjob in a mushroom house while her tits wobble against your thighs. I had one scene where she’s riding your cock, oversized breasts bouncing all over the place, and the camera basically forgets his face exists and just locks on her nipples smearing with drool and cum. Felt like some horny Instagram reel I shouldn’t be watching at work, except with goblin‑ish magic jokes. The parody is a bit all over the place, it misremembers stuff from the original show in a funny way, like it knows the nostalgia but doesn’t really care about being correct. Sometimes that made me grin, sometimes I rolled my eyes, but then a monster girl pops out of the forest, pinning the guy to the ground and teasing his dick with a clawed foot, and suddenly I forget what I was annoyed about. It’s kinda messy, kinda clumsy, but when a blue babe pushes your cock between her tits and starts a wet titfuck while another one watches through a crack in the door, hand in her panties, tongue out, the only real problem is that you can’t climb inside the screen.

Shut-in guy, tiny messy room, curtains always closed, porn tabs buried under strategy guides, that whole vibe. He pokes at some sketchy “Forbidden Summoning Book” like it’s just another weird time killer, and instead of getting some proud demon king or dramatic angel of death he pulls in Ain, an Outer God that looks like a perfect smug Japanese goddess who got lost on her way to a gacha banner. She expects the usual “give me power, make me ruler of everything” speech, and this idiot basically goes: “uh… can you be my board game buddy?” Cosmic error, universe kind of shrugs, and suddenly this unknowable calamity is stuck as his roommate, padding around his apartment like it’s totally normal while sounding like an anime heroine who wandered into the wrong genre. She’s fully voiced, every snarky line dripping with that lazy superiority, like she could erase galaxies but she’d rather bully this one useless nerd instead.

The fun part is how fast the supernatural stuff becomes just routine dirty slice of life. One minute you’re doing little QTE bits while they duel over some dumb board game, the next she’s got her feet in his lap, “by accident”, casually grinding her soft sole over his hard-on while explaining cosmic horror rules. She talks shit the whole time too, like “you’re getting this hard just from my toes?” in that playful goddess tone, and the poor guy can’t even look her in the eyes. Footjob scenes hit that perfect mix of mean and weirdly tender, toes curling around him while she pretends it’s just teasing. She’s got ridiculous big tits and big ass packed into this tight outfit that screams “divine being trying to cosplay as a normal roommate”, and when she climbs on top to ride him you really feel the power gap. Female domination here isn’t whips and chains, it’s the way she acts like his cock is just another toy she owns. Oral scenes are noisy and sloppy, lots of lip smacks and smug little hums, like she’s tasting a new snack, and yeah the censorship mosaics are there but honestly her voice does most of the work. When she milks him with those slow strokes and just lets him creampie her, she looks down on him with that “you’re so pathetic but you’re mine” face that hits harder than any spell. There’s romance too, kind of clumsy, buried under all the teasing. He freaks out over small stuff like brushing teeth together, while she casually offers her throat for him to kiss like it’s nothing. Every day stuff turns weird: brushing past her in that tiny room, getting a flash of her tits as she “forgets” to close her top, her bending over right in his face, wiggling her ass just a bit too long. Sometimes the idle moments are almost boring, sometimes the humor misses, sometimes the QTE timing is annoying as hell and feels like it’s interrupting your horniness, but then she whispers something low and dirty in that goddess voice and it all just clicks again. She’ll yank his pants down mid-argument, sink onto his dick and keep talking about cosmic order while riding him slow, like sex is just part of the conversation now. It’s that contrast that sells it: almighty Outer God, stuck as your horny, mocking, strangely affectionate roommate, turning your shut-in life into this messy loop of board games, trash jokes, and getting drained by a celestial girl who pretends not to care while clearly falling for you.

Natalie’s life looks normal for like five minutes and then absolutely refuses to stay that way. She’s this shy-looking clerk in a tiny pharmacy in a new city, trying to remember where every damn box is stacked, and at the same time she’s secretly scribbling crazy alchemy notes in the back room instead of doing boring inventory. That “small pharmacy” vibe is just a cover; the real fun starts when she finally gives in to the idea that if nobody is going to make her feel strong, big, wanted, she’s just going to brew that feeling herself. The moment she drinks her first potion and realizes her muscles are actually swelling out under her clothes, her arms tightening her sleeves, chest pushing her uniform buttons to their limit, you can feel her brain kind of glitch between “oh fuck this is hot” and “oh shit I can’t show myself like this outside.” Which, obviously, means she shows herself like this outside. A lot.

What I really enjoyed is how her power trip stays messy and horny instead of heroic. She’s not saving the city, she’s flexing in front of the mirror, one hand cupping her growing tits while the other slips down her skirt, watching herself in this blurred reflection as her abs pop and veins crawl up her biceps. Sometimes she overdoses a bit and her body goes past “fit” straight into “thick muscle goddess with cat ears,” with her tail twitching every time someone in the shop accidentally brushes her chest. And yeah, that happens more than “accidentally,” there’s a whole scene where a cute regular girl pretends to check her own pulse while basically groping Natalie’s pecs, then just gives up pretending and buries her face in those huge boobs while Natalie lifts her like she weighs nothing. The kinetic novel style keeps it simple to follow: click, read, click, get slammed into another horny scene where she’s getting her nipples sucked through a half-buttoned top in the stockroom, a vibrator buzzing between her thighs while she’s trying not to moan loud enough for the old guy at the counter to hear. The humor swings from stupid pun levels (a “performance enhancer” potion that only enhances how loud the ahegao faces get) to this perfect timing where she tries a transformation mix that should make her “more appealing” and instead turns her partially into a monster girl with claws and glowing eyes, then the next girl who walks in just goes, “holy shit you look hot, can you pin me to that fridge?” and Natalie, already dripping and breathing heavy, absolutely does. Exhibitionism hits hard too, like when she has to stay in the shop while her potion is still active, muscles pumped, top tight, nipples hard, and a catgirl customer starts teasing her, sliding fingers under her waistband, telling her she looks like a superhero porn knockoff. Natalie ends up grinding on the counter, one hand on this girl’s ass, the other squeezing her own thigh just to feel that firm muscle. You get lesbian tongue action, toys pulled from “medical supplies,” lube disguised as ointment, and those ridiculous ahegao moments where her eyes roll back as she’s riding a strap-on strapped to a smug muscle girl who looks like what Natalie wants to be in her filthiest dreams. It’s all text and art, no choices to worry about, so you just ride the wave of her experiments getting more perverted: from private masturbation sessions with a hand mirror under her skirt to full “I’m locking the door and using you as my test subject” scenes, where the nerdy girl that came for vitamins walks out barely able to stand, thighs shaking, neck marked, and Natalie’s flexing abs shining with sweat. The tone flips between horny comedy and “I can’t believe they drew that” filth fast, like she’s awkward and blushing one second, then slamming someone against storage shelves and groping them hard enough to leave finger marks the next, panting, drooling a little, eyes wide in that stupidly hot ahegao expression that makes it clear these potions are not just about muscles anymore.

You’re this so-called genius cultivator student who absolutely did not ask to be dropped in the middle of a collapsing multiverse, but here you are, with way too much power, a dick that gets you in trouble, and a mentor who looks like he could punch a planet in half and then go back to meditating. The whole thing feels like someone smashed together a Wuxia power fantasy, cyberpunk neon porn, and those old-school space harems where every woman is absurdly hot and also probably able to crush you with one thigh. Which, by the way, happens at one point, and it’s animated enough that you kinda feel it in your ribs. You’re chasing your lost heritage, talking about Dao and cultivation realms, but every “breakthrough” ends up with you buried in some monster girl’s tits or pinned against a glass wall by a smug cyber-elf with glowing tattoos and a strap-on that hums like a starship engine.

The game swings really fast between serious “save the universe” stakes and “ok, now watch this tiger-eared general with a huge ass ride your virgin protagonist until he can’t breathe.” There’s this early scene where your battle group of women, all completely different flavors of dangerous, argue about tactics. It starts like classic sci-fi war room talk, then one of the twins just casually drops “We should test his endurance again, he almost fainted during the triple-oral training,” and nobody blinks. You end up on your knees in some high-tech cultivation chamber, three girls using you like a living toy while their auras clash and glow all around you, neon lines tracing over their skin, tails swishing, cybernetic implants pulsing, and they complain about your technique like it’s just drilling homework on Discord. The MC is technically this unstoppable prodigy, but half the time he’s getting blindfolded, tied up with glowing restraints that react to his spiritual energy, and used as a focus tool while the girls fight off monsters in the next room, dripping back into the scene covered in ichor and sweat and then grinding on his face like it’s part of the ritual.

Sex scenes feel less like “reward for quest” and more like a twisted part of the cultivation path. Need to unlock a new superpower? Fine, time for a group session with the twins and the stoic swordswoman where they edge you with toys that look like ancient artifacts, talk about meridians and energy flow while you’re balls deep in a fox-girl who purrs and claws the floor, then they time your orgasm to a cosmic event outside the window. There’s a cyberpunk city arc where you chase a lead on the Cursed God, and instead of subtle detective work, you end up in an underground BDSM club run by a furry empress in a latex qipao who uses your cock as “payment” for information, testing you with shock-collars and breathplay while rain hits the neon glass. One moment you’re trading philosophical bullshit on destiny, the next you’re getting deepthroated by a monster girl with bioluminescent tongue rings who swallows you to the base and then opens a portal with her free hand like it’s nothing. It’s messy, it’s horny, it’s obsessed with big tits, big asses, swallowing, creampies that actually matter for the plot, and that weird tension where your “battle group” is supposed to protect the universe but keeps ending up covered in your cum, arguing over who gets to be your main wife while a god eats galaxies in the background.

Mooncity feels like that messy shelf in my figure closet where everything is thrown together, but somehow my eye still goes first to the cute dangerous girl with blood on her sword. The story pretends to be about this quiet guy, Welt, shipbuilder boy who just wants to care his mom and mind his own boring life, but the city basically grabs him by the collar and drags him through filth and boobs at same time. One street has cult idiots, next corner some gang shaking people for coins, then suddenly, oh, fluffy-eared escort leaning on the wall, tail flicking, asking if he wants “company” like she’s talking about tea instead of grinding his soul out of his body. I like that the game acts serious and horny in same breath. Sometimes it even works. Sometimes it feels like drunk fanfic I still bookmark.

The visual novel parts do a lot of heavy lifting here. You click, you read, you choose, and then suddenly you are in a brothel room with a wolf-girl warrior who has scars on her belly and this smug smile like she already undressed you ten moves ago in her head. She talks about work, about hunting monsters, about how she loves strong men, and then mid-sentence she just straddles the poor boy and rides him until his legs look like jelly. There is no shy fade to black, she keeps talking, teasing, asking if he likes being squeezed by strong thighs, if he prefers claws on his back or soft fur on his face. And when you think “okay, that was the lewd scene”, she just flips him over and starts using him like toy. I hated that. I replayed it three times. The monster girls are like that too: one flower-demon girl in the arena smiles really sweet, with petals on her head like cute headband, then traps Welt in thick vines, spreads his legs and makes him cum just from rubbing plant tendrils against his cock while audience screams for blood. It is awful and yes, I have screenshots saved in my Telegram chat with myself. By the way, the fishing minigame can go fuck itself, why is it more annoying than fighting actual monsters? Anyway. The turn-based combat surprised me because sometimes it suddenly gets rough in a fun way, like you think this is just grinding, but losing a fight means you wake up half naked, covered in bite marks from some catgirl thug, wallet empty and dignity missing, and you kind of want to lose again just to see what she does if she gets bored. The game world is cruel, filthy, too horny in stupid places and not horny enough in one or two scenes I really wanted more, but Mooncity feels alive in that sick, cute, broken way I keep collecting in my heart.

Guard of Ajestremia starts pretty chill and then just quietly slides its hand down your pants. You’re this guy stuck on gate duty in a fantasy city that looks all nice and shiny on the surface, but everyone is horny and weird in that specific hentai-RPG way. Morning you’re checking papers, night you’re deciding if you want to tease some stacked elf, flirt with a smug monster girl, or walk into the forest and get your face clawed off in turn based combat because you got distracted staring at tits instead of reading skill descriptions. The game does that thing where talking and flirting actually matters, so you stop clicking randomly and start thinking, ok, if I say this, do I get cute romance or do I get pinned against the wall and milked like a stupid hero who can’t keep his cock in his pants. Sometimes the answer is both, which is nice. Or terrible. Depends how many saves you keep on the side.

What surprised me is how the mood swings around between wholesome and filthy without asking permission. You walk patrol with this knight girl, she’s all serious armor and duty, you pick the right answers, she softens, there’s this little romantic pause on the wall, she leans closer, the CG pops in, and suddenly the same woman who was lecturing you about discipline five minutes ago is jerking you off under the moonlight and whispering about how she “should not be doing this while on watch” while her tits are half out. Another route, you go out of the city, bump into a monster girl who looks way too innocent for the shit she says. She toys with you for several scenes, literally blueballing you, making you choose between staying professional guard or just dropping everything and ramming her in the dirt. If you keep your cool she starts respecting you, you slowly build this weird romance where she brings you little “gifts” from the forest. If you fail and think with your dick, she rides you, drinks every drop, and leaves you covered in scratches and cum while your HP is mysteriously lower in the next fight. It is funny and also a bit humiliating when your big heroic male protagonist gets drained like that and the next random encounter actually puts you in danger because you wasted your “energy” on a creampie scene you totally could have delayed. Coming back into town after that, trying to flirt with the sweet healer with the big ass, pretending nothing happened, feels way more awkward than it should in a porn game.

The branching stuff is where it gets underrated hot. One path where you keep guarding the gate, playing the loyal soldier, focusing on one girl, it slowly turns into this simple but kind of touching romance. She starts teasing you gently at first, hand on your thigh, brushing against your crotch, soft kisses behind the barracks, then you get this long scene where she finally lets you peel off her clothes and you see the CG of her lying there, embarrassed but clearly dripping, and the game actually lets you drag out the foreplay. Handjob first, she uses too much oil, you can almost feel that sloppy push and pull around the shaft, she looks up to check if you like it. If you keep stroking her ego and not just skipping text, it leads into full-on vaginal sex with her trying to keep quiet while you pound her, thighs shaking, big tits bouncing, her practically begging you to cum inside. You get a proper creampie payoff shot, thick white stuff spilling out, and the dialogue after changes how she talks to you in later scenes. On another route, you ignore the “nice girl” path and lean fully into adventure, capture and seduction. There is this one boss-type monster girl who taunts you through multiple encounters, flirts in the middle of combat, wraps her tail around your leg when she stuns you, keeps promising she will “use your body as her trophy.” Lose on purpose and she actually does it. No fade to black, she straddles your hips, pins your wrists, rides your cock raw and uses you like a toy, then refuses to pull out until she feels you shoot inside her. The fact that it happens in what is technically a defeat scene hits different than the more romantic endings. It is messed up and sexy and also makes you kind of want to reload and “win” later just to see how she reacts when you turn the tables. You might miss a whole ending if you never let her break you in that way, which is both cool and a bit annoying, but that is just how this game rolls, quietly hiding its nastiest stuff behind choices that look like simple combat or dialogue options on the surface.