My save file is a mess. I keep reloading to see if the physics on the history teacher’s chest react differently when I use the x-ray power in the hallway versus the classroom. They don’t, but I’m not mad about it. The whole thing feels like a fever dream where you’re the only guy in a school that forgot to order uniforms for the female staff. You come back to town with a mysterious past, which is code for “I can stop time and my hands are rated E for Everyone.” The groping mechanic is less a subtle art and more a point-and-click adventure where the goal is to make the MILF librarian drop her books without a single line of dialogue changing. It’s so unpolished that character models sometimes clip through walls, but honestly, that just adds to the chaotic energy of a dude with superpowers who uses them exclusively for upskirt shots.

The harem assembly line is absurd. One minute you’re having a deep, brooding monologue about your dark past, the next a girl with impossibly big tits is teasing you because you stared for 0.3 seconds too long. The romance is written by someone who learned about love from a scrambled cable channel. You’ll pick a dialogue option that sounds supportive, and suddenly youre in a voyeurism scene that makes zero narrative sense. I wish the superpowers were used for literally anything else sometimes, like fighting a monster or, I dunno, passing a math test. But no, it’s all male domination fantasy where consent is a foggy concept. The 3dcg is stiff, the animations loop like a broken GIF, and I’ve played through the same “accidental” boob grab scene four times because the skip button is hidden in a menu that looks like a spreadsheet from 2004. Still chasing that peace the description promised, but all I’m finding is a lot of jiggle physics and a plot that’s thinner than the fabric on the nurse’s outfit. Big “my dad works at Nintendo” energy from the writing, but for porn. I’ll probably reload again. The librarian blinked weird. Might unlock something.

Mary Jane's first audition card draw gave me a handjob scene and I nearly closed the tab. Not because it was bad, the pixel art for her big ass bouncing on that casting couch was actually decent. But the dice roll before it, I needed a 7 and got a 3, so the agent character just sat there watching through the office window like some creep. Voyeurism tag doing heavy lifting there.

The board game loop is weirdly addictive. You move around Hollywood, land on corruption spaces, draw cards that either push her toward fame or turn her into a cumdump for producers. I tried the nice route first, got her a legit commercial gig, felt good about myself. Then a random event card made her do a footjob for a landlord because rent was due. The game doesn't care about your moral arc, it just throws spanking scenes and anal sex at you whenever the RNG feels like it. Multiple endings exist but I kept getting the same pregnancy one where she ends up doing group sex at some mansion party. Maybe my management skills are just shit.

The humor lands sometimes. A card called "Casting Couch Roulette" made me laugh, then immediately regret it when the scene was a milf producer pegging the agent with a strap-on. Not what I signed up for but okay. The corruption meter fills fast if you pick the selfish options, and the 2dcg animations are janky in a charming way. Like watching a flipbook made by a horny teenager. I wish there was more actual tabletop strategy instead of just luck, but the dice hate me and the cards keep giving creampie endings. Whatever, it's free browser shit, you get what you pay for. The mobile version crashed once during a lesbian scene and I didn't even bother reloading.

You ever get that feeling where a game's rough edges actually make it hotter? Like finding an old zine with smudged ink but the drawings still work. That's this journalism sim. The AI art has that uncanny sheen, fingers sometimes melt into desks, but when Sofie leans over the counter with that little smirk, her apron doing nothing to hide what's underneath, you stop caring about polish. The exhibitionism tag isn't just a checkbox here, it's woven into the blackmail plot in ways that feel genuinely sleazy in the best sense.

The sandbox structure means you can spend three in-game days just hanging around the coffee shop. Which I did. Sofie's oral fixation becomes apparent pretty quick and there's this one scene where she's supposed to be helping you investigate but instead she's under the table and the dialogue options let you pretend everything's normal with Kira walking in. Kira, by the way, is supposed to be your analytical partner but her route takes this turn where she starts cataloging your... reactions. For science. The futanari content isn't just thrown in either, it's tied to Mila's whole mysterious teacher thing and there's this one scene in her office after hours where the power dynamic completely flips. You think you're the one uncovering secrets.

The blackmail premise could've been just an excuse for sex scenes but the writing actually cares about the mystery. Sometimes too much. I'd be trying to get back to Rina's tsundere bullshit, she's literally the reason I downloaded this, and the game wants me to examine evidence boards. The masturbation scenes are weirdly intimate for a game that also has you getting caught jerking off in the journalism lab. The humor lands more often than it should for something translated by what feels like one guy in a basement. Not everything works. The AI sometimes generates backgrounds that look like someone's fever dream of a university. But then Mila gives you that look over her glasses and suddenly I'm forgetting what I was complaining about.

Therapist mode, because someone has to unpack why a guy who can’t keep it in his pants is actually the most emotionally available man in the zip code. My New Memories: The Beginning is a prequel, which already tells you the devs know their audience is in it for the long haul, not a quick fap. This is the origin story of a husband and father, which sounds wholesome until you realize the path to that white picket fence is paved with thighjobs from every woman with a pulse.

The MC is a virgin, a blank slate, and the game treats that not as a joke but as a narrative device. Watching him fumble through first encounters, the awkward handjobs that feel more real than they should, the way a creampie scene lands differently when you’ve read forty minutes of dialogue about his childhood. It’s a dating sim where the “dating” part isn’t a formality. The harem assembles slowly, each MILF and big titted neighbor a full character before she’s a hole. The 3DCG animation is stiff in that specific Ren’Py way, characters moving like they’re underwater, but the faces, the expressions during vaginal sex scenes, they get something right that polished AAA games miss. Vulnerability.

And then the game just. It expects you to read. A lot. The description warns you, but you don’t believe it until you’re on your third cup of coffee and no one’s even taken their top off yet. The lewds are earned, which is great for the story and terrible for the part of your brain that opened this at 1 PM on a Tuesday. The thighjob scene with, god, I forget her name, the one with the perpetually concerned eyebrows, it’s framed like a goddamn renaissance painting if the painter was really into the way flesh dimples under pressure. The romance is the point. The creampies are just punctuation.

I respect the commitment to making every character lewdable eventually. It’s a promise, a threat, a roadmap. You meet someone and think, “Her? Really?” and the game nods slowly. The male protagonist’s journey from fumbling virgin to caring patriarch is the whole game, and it works because the sex scenes are never just sex scenes. They’re conversations. Messy, animated, occasionally clipping through the bed conversations. The harem dynamic never feels gross because the writing earnes it, which is a sentence I never thought I’d type about a game with this many tit physics sliders.

Aiko's apartment number is 204. I know this because I spent twenty minutes staring at her door before she opened it, wearing that little smirk. The game doesn't let you knock. You just stand there like a creep until she decides to let you in. And when she does, the first thing you notice is how the 3D models have this weird plastic sheen, like everyone's been dipped in oil. The animations are stiff. The voice acting is... well, there isn't any. Just text boxes and these looping moans that sound like they were recorded in a bathroom.

But.

The first time she calls you a good boy and makes you lick her feet, something clicks. Not in a polished, well designed way. More like finding a dirty magazine in the bushes. It's wrong but it's right there. The corruption path isn't hidden behind complex choices. You just keep saying yes. Yes to the collar. Yes to her friend joining. Yes to the cage. The male protagonist, this shy twenty year old virgin, melts into whatever she wants. Sissification happens gradually. One scene you're nervously confessing your crush, three scenes later you're in lingerie while she laughs with another man. The cheating tag says avoidable but honestly, you'd have to actively fight the current to miss it.

I wish the BDSM scenes had more buildup. Sometimes it jumps from handjob to full slave training in one dialogue choice. No warmup. Just whiplash. The group sex scenes are technically there but the camera angles are fighting for their life. And the creampie visuals? Let's just say the texture artist had a rough day. Still, there's this one moment where Aiko uses a toy on you while whispering about how you'll never be a real man again. The writing in that scene is actually good. Then the next scene she clips through the bed and I remembered I'm playing something held together with hope and duct tape. The romance path exists but feels like an afterthought. Like the developer remembered some people might want love instead of humiliation and quickly stapled it on. The teasing and female domination are the real core here. Everything else is just set dressing for Aiko's slow, deliberate destruction of your dignity.

The menus look like they were designed by someone who just discovered PowerPoint transitions. Jagged fonts, buttons that lag half a second before registering, a color scheme that reminds me of those weird YouTube thumbnails where everything is oversaturated. I spent five minutes on the character creator alone because the slider for jaw width kept snapping back to default. Why? No clue. But the women, when they finally load in, have this uncanny valley thing going on that somehow works. Their mouths move a beat too late. AI generated video, obviously, and nobody bothered to polish the sync. It's jarring in a way that makes you pay closer attention.

You're some dude in Queens with a dry spell and a phone that won't stop buzzing. Three matches, all at once. Aaliyah, the artist with ink crawling up her neck, texts like she's already bored of you. Maya, something corporate, sends voice messages that clip out mid sentence because the game can't buffer fast enough. And there's a third one whose name I already forgot, which says more about the writing than me. The first date with Aaliyah is at a bar where the background noise is just the same three second loop of glasses clinking. You pick dialogue options that range from awkward to borderline harassment, and her reactions are stilted, like she's reading off cue cards. I picked the worst possible line, something about her tattoos looking like a roadmap, and she laughed. Actually laughed. The video stuttered right at the laugh, which made it feel almost genuine.

By the third date things get explicit. Softcore, they call it. More like two mannequins rubbing against each other while someone waves a bedsheet in front of a ring light. The moaning track doesn't loop cleanly. There's a skip. And during the scene with Maya, her hand clips through my character's shoulder for a solid ten seconds before resetting. Nobody fixed it. They probably never will. The level up system for intimacy is buried in some corner of the UI that looks like an afterthought. Hearts fill up. Whatever. The real game is trying to figure out which of these glitchy messes you can tolerate long enough to see the finale. I kept going back to Aaliyah even though her apartment set looks suspiciously like the bar from date one with different lighting. Maybe that's the point.

Right from the opening scene you can smell something rotten in that house, and I don't mean the weird paranormal tags. Brother comes back after nine years missing. Nine years. Sister's all grown up now, big tits practically spilling out of her school uniform, and the tension between them is thick enough to cut with a knife. The 3DCG isn't winning any awards, faces sometimes look like they're melting slightly, but honestly? The awkwardness kinda works for the whole uncomfortable vibe.

First sex scene caught me off guard. Not because of the nudity, that's expected, but because of how wrong it feels. She's on top, riding him with this desperate look, and the whole time I'm thinking about the crime mystery element simmering underneath. There's blood on someone's hands, literally, and you don't know whose. The investigation parts are basic, click around, find clues, but then you'll stumble into a scene where the sister's massive ass is bouncing and suddenly you forget what you were even looking for. The virgin tag applies to him, obviously, and the game makes sure you remember that with some genuinely awkward fumbling animations that had me laughing then feeling weird about laughing.

The graphic violence isn't constant but when it hits, it hits. One moment you're staring at her chest, next moment there's a flashback to whatever happened nine years ago and it's genuinely disturbing. Not in a fun horror way, more like "oh shit this is actually dark" way. The romance path feels almost wrong to pursue given the family secret stuff, but the game keeps pushing you toward it anyway. And I kept clicking. The paranormal elements pop up randomly, a shadow here, a whisper there, never really explained, and honestly I stopped caring about that part because the sister's bedroom eyes were doing more storytelling than any ghost ever could. Some dialogue reads like it went through three different translators and none of them talked to each other, but somehow that adds to the disjointed, fever dream quality of the whole experience.

Frida’s ass in those Instagram posts. That’s where my brain got stuck for like twenty minutes. Not even the good kind of stuck, more like watching a car crash through a phone screen. The game is literally a phone. You’re Lucas, scrolling through chats and a social feed, and the whole thing feels grimy in a way a normal visual novel doesn’t. The AI art is... weird. Sometimes her fingers melt into a thigh, sometimes a nipple just gives up and becomes a blur. But honestly? The jank kind of works. Makes it feel like a real shitty phone pic, you know?

The mechanic is just picking dialogue options in WhatsApp. That’s it. You’re broke, you moved to a “bad area,” and your girl is suddenly “meeting” a lot of very specific, very hung looking neighbors. The game tracks Love and Corruption stats but I swear the corruption bar fills up if you just breathe wrong. I picked what I thought was a normal “have a good day” message and the little corruption icon pulsed. What the fuck. Lucas’s internal monologue is pathetic, constantly comparing himself, and the game makes you wallow in it. There’s this one scene where you’re just staring at a message typing indicator for what feels like forever, knowing she’s sending a pic to someone else. The voyeurism isn’t through a keyhole, it’s through read receipts.

Wish the interracial angle was less... cartoonish. The black characters are basically walking stereotypes with dicks that have their own gravitational pull. It’s a fetish delivery system, not a story about people. But then Frida sends a voice message that’s just a little too breathless and I’m clicking the next choice like a rat hitting a lever. The NTR is supposedly avoidable but the game’s whole vibe is a slow motion trainwreck. You can feel the cheating before it happens, in the way she uses fewer emojis. That’s the real horror. The exhibitionism creeps in through “accidental” wardrobe malfunctions in her story posts. You just scroll and watch the likes pile up from names you don’t know. It’s not a game you play. It’s a game that makes you feel like you forgot to lock your phone.

The mom in Sweet Revenge has this thing she does with her eyes. It's not a wink exactly, more like she's measuring you for a coffin but the coffin is her cleavage. I kept clicking forward just to see if she'd do it again. The 3DCG models are stiff as hell, like everyone's spine got replaced with a broomstick, but somehow that makes the teasing scenes land harder. She leans in, those massive tits threatening to spill out of her blouse, and the whole thing feels like a threat.

You play some dude who got wronged back in school and now he's back to settle scores through the power of boners. I think. The kinetic novel thing means you're just along for the ride, no choices, which normally I'd hate but here it's almost relaxing. Like watching a porno where someone else is holding the remote. The milf character, god, she knows exactly what she's doing. There's this one scene where she's "helping" you with something and the camera just lingers on her ass while she bends over a desk. You know it's coming. She knows you know. The game knows you know. Still works.

The oral sex segments are where the animation budget clearly went. Everything else is static poses but then suddenly there's actual movement and I nearly choked on my drink. The female domination angle creeps in gradually. At first you think you're the one getting revenge but by the third scene she's got you calling her ma'am while she takes control. The titfuck sequence, I mean, it's what you're here for. The creampie finish is predictable but the buildup, the way she keeps talking down to you the whole time, that's the real payoff. The school setting barely matters after the first five minutes. It's just an excuse to get these two in a room together. The romance tag is doing some heavy lifting, this is more like psychological warfare with orgasms. I forgot to mention the big ass tag but yeah, it's there, prominently. The whole thing runs in browser so you can alt-tab fast when someone walks in. Not that I'd know anything about that.