Mandatory Mentor is basically what happens if someone mixes a hardcore study cram simulator with a very mean, very horny pet training fantasy and then pretends this is all for “education”. You play the poor guy who has to turn Reina, this spoiled rich brunette disaster, into a Tokyo Uni material in just seven days while stuck together on a tropical island that feels half resort, half prison. She starts off bitchy, lazy, mouthy as hell, trying every trick to not open a textbook, and the game looks at that and says: ok, now make her obey. Academic pressure is just the excuse. The real test is how far you want to push her and what kind of insane “mentor” you’re willing to become when there is nobody around to stop you.

The rhythm of the days is addicting in a really dirty way. Morning you try actual tutoring, like quizzing her, making her repeat answers while her eyes keep rolling and she calls you “boring” for the tenth time. Afternoon, after she fails the same basic problem again, you “correct” her attitude with your own style of discipline. There is a punishment slider and it feels too good to move it up when she gives you that brat smirk. You can keep it relatively soft or go full perv and treat her like a misbehaving pet that needs to learn through humiliation. At one point I had her kneeling on the sand, wearing this makeshift collar, trying to recite formulas while blushing like crazy because every wrong answer earned her a sharp spanking that actually has weight to it thanks to the animations. I swear I was honestly trying to make her pass the exam, then two scenes later I was making her beg for the next question like it was a treat. It feels fucked up. It also feels incredibly hot. The game acts like it is about study schedules and discipline routines, but half the time you are deciding which toy you are going to “use as motivation” and realizing you barely checked the damn study guide.

What I like most is how your choices twist Reina’s personality without turning her into a boring good girl unless you really aim for that. If you focus on humiliation and pet play, she slowly shifts from arrogant brat to needy thing that looks at you like you are her owner, and some late scenes lean hard into that domination vibe, with her crawling, wearing nothing but a collar and your “reward” in her mouth after a successful test. Or you can be a bit gentler, more trainer than tyrant, pushing her with a mix of scolding and after-lesson “relaxation” where the sex still feels intense but less degrading, more like she is proud to please her mentor. The endings play with this a lot: I had one where she just barely passes and you end up bringing your trained pet back to civilization like it is totally normal, and another where you fail completely and the island basically becomes your private perversion park with your obedient island girl who forgot what pants are. The game calls itself kind of a simulator, but honestly the “serious” parts are just foreplay for the next time you bend her over the desk and ask her if she wants to try again, this time with the toy in front of her, and she nods while pretending she still cares about the exam. She doesn’t. By that point, neither did I.

Sara feels like that one office lady from every slice-of-life anime who should have had her own spin-off, but never got it. Here she actually does. She is 35, bored out of her skull with spreadsheets and fake smiles, and the game basically asks: what if one day she just stopped pretending to be the “respectable coworker” and started acting like the porn searches in your Chrome history. It’s not subtle. She’s a curvy milf with big tits, big ass, blonde, the whole “I should not be thinking about this at work” package. The game throws her into this small city sandbox where every coffee break, late meeting, or “accidental” run-in at the elevator can turn into something filthy, from quick oral behind a locked door to anal on a couch that honestly looks like it belongs in some cheap Airbnb.

What I like is how low effort Sara actually is at times. She’s not some perfect pornstar robot. She has awkward dialogue, weird reactions, sometimes she gives in too fast, sometimes she plays hard to get and you’re like “girl, you were sucking that guy off in the parking lot yesterday, what are you doing?” It feels messy, but in that telenovela way. One moment she’s doing normal office tasks, checking emails like a good worker, next moment she’s on her knees with a huge black cock in front of her face, trying to pretend she doesn’t love the taste. Interracial stuff hits hard here, because the game really likes the contrast of her white milf body being pushed around by big guys who clearly know she’s starving for attention. There is male domination, but it doesn’t go full psycho. It’s more like every dude she meets has watched too much porn and thinks he is the main character. You can push Sara to be more of a submissive slut, or keep her as this “I swear I’m classy” office lady who still ends up with cum on her glasses after “just one drink” at a bar.

The “simulator” part is funny, because it’s simple as hell and kind of repetitive, but that’s exactly why it works as a fap game. Walk around, talk, pick one of a few choices, raise some invisible stats, trigger another scene. You get the classic porn mix: all sex, vaginal, anal, oral, a lot of big boobs bouncing, and the camera knows very well what it wants to look at. She’s a real model type, not anime, and that makes some scenes feel a bit too close to that “I should not be seeing this at the office PC” feeling. Sometimes you’re just clicking through text to get to the next blowjob, but then suddenly there is this random touch of romance, like she catches feelings for a guy with a monster dick who obviously only wants to rail her in every position. It’s stupid and hot at the same time. I was annoyed that one of the tiny UI buttons is just slightly off-center and it ruined my brain every time I saw it, and the loop can get grindy, like scrolling Instagram waiting for something spicy to pop up. Still, by the time she’s getting her ass stretched on a desk she should be doing reports on, it kinda doesn’t matter anymore. She wanted to change her life. She absolutely wrecks it instead.

Journalism student, hot campus rumors, and you with a phone in your hand pretending to care about “ethics” while mostly staring at thighs and trying not to get caught. That’s basically the vibe here. The game throws you inside this university mess where someone is blackmailing students with their dirty secrets, and you’re supposed to “investigate” it, but half the time it feels more like you’re deciding who you want to see sucking cock first and who you want to tease until she’s jerking herself off in the library toilets. Feels very VN-ish but looser, you just wander around, poke at people, open weird chats, and slowly drag the girls into shit they definitely shouldn’t be doing in public. Or in private. The app-style UI is very on point: campus messenger that looks kinda like Telegram, photo board that feels a bit Instagram, some AI-looking generated pics popping up when you push a scene too far. It feels a bit cursed and sexy at the same time, like someone merged your horny Discord server and your uni portal. Localization is actually not garbage, which surprised me. Some lines are a bit “too smooth” for a Japanese-style tsundere, but still, the English has soul, not that usual dead machine flavor. You get slang like “dude, are you for real?” right next to a girl talking about her “research hypothesis” while she’s kneeling between your legs. It’s wrong in a good way. Sometimes the tone jumps fast, like one scene Rina is insulting you and calling you a pervert, and in two clicks she’s deepthroating under a classroom desk while pretending to help you with your project. It reads slightly unnatural if you care about pacing, but also the porn brain goes “yeah ok that tracks.”

The corruption angle with blackmail is handled in that soft porn manner: you still choose a lot, you push boundaries, send risky photos, force a bit of exhibition, but it’s not full guro shit or anything. The best scenes for me were the “oops, door is unlocked” type. Like Sofie at the café, closing shift, you’re alone, the music is looping, she leans in with that fake innocent smile, and before you even pick the polite option, she’s already guiding your hand under her skirt behind the counter while talking about the daily specials. Then later, there’s the camera angle from the café CCTV, and you see a bit of her panties on the feed if you triggered the right flag earlier. Tiny detail, but that made it feel more like an actual investigation, not just clicking the “sex now” button. There is masturbation content sprinkled in that actually uses setting well too: Kira late night in the lab, pretending she’s testing “AI pattern recognition,” but the “pattern” is literally her watching her own leaked pics on a screen and fingering herself under the white coat. She tries to explain it like an experiment, the English lines there are weirdly believable, like some real nerd girl trying to rationalize why she’s dripping wet from being recorded. Then you have the teacher, Mila, who is either the best written character or completely over the top, I still can’t decide. She sees everything, speaks like she already knows which save slot you loaded, talks about “guiding your curiosity” while unbuttoning her blouse a bit too slow. Her blowjob scene in the almost empty classroom is hot as fuck, especially the moment she wipes the corner of her mouth with your notebook and pretends nothing happened. But sometimes the English for her flips into this odd “fancy madam” voice that doesn’t match the rest of the cast at all.

The AI CG is... interesting. Some scenes look crazy good, thighs and stockings and wet lips, but every once in a while you catch a hand with five and a half fingers or a cup that floats on the edge of the table, and your brain goes “ok, dream logic.” I kinda like it, it fits the whole rumor + digital blackmail idea, like nothing is 100% real. Though it pulled me out for a second when I saw a nipple shadow going in the wrong direction and now I can’t unsee it. Sex-wise you get lots of oral, POV perspective, lips around your dick, tongue details, that mix of shy and hungry that hentai fans know by heart. A few futa bits show up if you dig into certain routes, not front and center but enough to scratch that itch: unexpected bulge under panties, a “wait, that’s not supposed to be there” moment followed by curious stroking and some awkward but hot dialogue where the translation team clearly had fun. Humor sneaks in often, like a meme reference in the chat messages or a girl using “based” while talking about exposing a cheater. The pacing is a bit messy, you can trigger serious blackmail reveal right after a goofy coffee date and the emotional tone just whiplashes, but this isn’t Netflix, it’s porn with investigation pretensions. Sometimes you wish one scene would breathe more, the romance bits especially, but then again, the next CG loads and suddenly all that “I want more slow burn” idea just disappears from your mind. Except that stupid notification sound the game uses for messages. That one stays. Forever.

Hollow Memories feels like one of those late-night horny daydreams that accidentally grew a plot. You’re this broke guy crawling back to your hometown, trying to pretend you’re an adult now, scrolling job listings on your phone while eating cheap takeout in a tiny apartment that was clearly too cheap to be normal. Of course it’s haunted. Not by some sad sheet ghost, but by two spirits with ridiculous asses and gravity-denying boobs, who treat personal space like a rumor. The game doesn’t rush you. It’s more like a slow, lazy walk through your new routine: wake up, check your phone, poke around town, mess with small tasks, then come back home and get ambushed by horny supernatural roommates who half-remember you and half-want to ride you into the afterlife. The “mystery” vibe isn’t hardcore detective stuff, more like: why do these girls remember your hands on their bodies but not your name? Why do they moan when you touch certain things in the apartment, like the old couch or that weird mirror in the hallway? And why does the tiny spirit helper look cute and innocent while it guides you straight into some extremely not-innocent situations?

The whole sandbox loop fits that lazy, cozy lewd mood. You wander around doing small jobs, earning cash, poking into paranormal gossip, then slowly unlocking scenes by being at the right place, right time, or just rubbing the wrong thing on purpose. The ghosts drift into your routine like horny neighbors who lost the concept of clothes. One will casually float in front of the TV, bend over “to check the signal,” and you’re staring at this thick ass that’s somehow half-transparent and still extremely fappable. Another time she’ll wake you up by literally sitting on your lap, saying she “felt cold” and needed “body heat,” and it turns into a sloppy handjob that ends with you wondering if ghost cum physics are canon. There are footjobs that start surprisingly sweet, like she’s teasing you under the table while talking about her past life, then slowly pressing her soft, cold feet along your shaft until you’re gasping and trying not to knock your chair over. Oral scenes lean into that mix of spooky and intimate: she fades in while you’re lying in bed, slides under the blanket, and you just see the fabric moving and feel cold wet lips wrapping around you, hearing her muffled giggles. The game never over-explains the systems. Stuff just starts to click. You grope her at first, she reacts with shock, then curiosity, then full-on horny, and your brain goes “ok, so this is progression.” You mess up a choice and she pulls away, reminding you she’s not just a walking pair of big tits. Well, she is, but with feelings. Sort of. And somewhere in all this you’re supposed to be helping them move on, but when she’s bouncing her huge boobs on your cock, talking about “filling the emptiness” in her memories, you kinda forget what your actual goal was.

Girl on the screen looks like that shy cosplay newbie you see at a con, the one holding the bag in front of her thighs and pretending she is fine while blushing like crazy. The game basically throws you inside her day and says, “Here, you deal with it,” and somehow that works. You are not playing a big hero, you are kind of… steering her. Poking at her choices, making her say yes to stuff she clearly has only imagined while masturbating alone under the blanket. It is more like a horny life sim than a straight porn clicker. She is from a very normal family, too normal maybe, and that is where the voyeur part starts to feel a bit dirty in a good way. The phone UI feels like scrolling Instagram and Telegram at same time, you tap through chats, watch her camera, and slowly push her into more trouble. One moment she is just teasing in front of a mirror, checking her panties, the next she is trying not to moan in her own bedroom because someone might walk down the corridor. That “I should not be seeing this, but I still drag the slider” kind of energy.

What really stuck in my head is one tiny scene in her bed, not even the “big” sex one. She is still a virgin there, just lying on her side in this way-too-clean t‑shirt, screen light on her face, scrolling through some fake social feed that looks like a lighter version of TikTok. You click one option, and she starts touching herself over the shorts, very slow, like she is half embarrassed of her own hand. Camera just hangs there on her thighs, you see the fabric get a bit tighter, she glances at the door every few seconds, and there is this stupid little sound of the bedsheet under her that made me laugh because it sounds like my old Airbnb mattress in Berlin. Nothing huge happens, but for me it felt more real than the later scene where she finally gets fucked and moans like a hentai mic test. That part is hot, yeah, there is actual penetration, you see the shy girl finally riding like she forgot what “no” means, but it loses some of that clumsy charm. Sex is almost too perfect for a girl who was blushing at her own reflection fifteen minutes before. Still, watching her go from careful teasing to full-on grinding on top while you pretend to “help” her through choices is satisfying in a slightly evil way.

Controls on mobile are nice and lazy, you can sit in the bus with one hand on the screen and pretend you are just checking WhatsApp, even if your other hand is busy somewhere lower. Just be careful with the sound, I nearly jumped when the wet noises kicked in during one bathroom scene where she fingers herself in front of the half-foggy mirror. Honestly, her outfits are weirdly tame. Plain t‑shirt, simple shorts, underwear that looks like H&M sale. As someone who spends two weeks sewing one stupid skirt, I wanted one big costume moment, like her trying on a school uniform that does not fit, or some accidental cosplay she ordered from AliExpress and it came two sizes too small. It never really goes that far, and I know they will probably never change that, but my brain keeps designing lewd alt versions of her wardrobe anyway. Story jumps a bit, too. One second she is acting like she never even French kissed, then she is handling a dick with skill that really does not look first-time. Still, I closed TikTok, muted Telegram, and just kept poking through her day, watching her turn from awkward virgin to someone who secretly likes being watched through a screen. If you are the kind of perv who enjoys seeing a girl slowly talk herself into doing things she “definitely won’t do,” this little phone sim scratches that itch hard enough.

Jake feels like that guy you see at a Christmas party who clearly wants to be normal, but there is this horny demon whispering in his ear and suddenly the mistletoe is not even close to the worst thing happening in the room. The game throws you into his new city life where every snowy sidewalk and rainy bus stop can suddenly flip into some twisted paranormal sex dream. One moment you’re chatting with your brother about rent and work, and the next you’re staring at a girl whose eyes glaze over because Lust just slid into her mind and started rearranging her thoughts like holiday ornaments on a tree. It’s not subtle, and it’s not trying to be. You get normal stuff like flirting, dating, “hey let’s grab a drink after class”, then it goes straight into handjobs in quiet corners, sloppy oral when you push that power a bit too hard, and full-on vaginal sex scenes where the camera lingers on the movement and the sweat. Some scenes are animated enough that you can almost feel the breath, and then it cuts away too fast and you’re pissed, and two minutes later you’re back because the next route teases something even dirtier. And out of nowhere you get that taboo incest vibe at home, like the walls of the apartment are too thin, family walks around too relaxed, everyone ignoring that something is wrong with how close they stand, how they look. It feels dirty in the exact way you came here for and then it pretends to care about morality when it clearly doesn’t.

What really messes with your head is how the city becomes this weird playground for every fetish at once. You’re doing basic RPG stuff, raising stats, tweaking skills, grinding boring little tasks, and then those stats suddenly open a scene where Jake uses mind control during a date and turns a sweet almost-innocent night into him having her on her knees in an alley, gagging around his cock, drool leaking, eyes empty like snowed-out Christmas lights. Or you wander into a paranormal event and now there’s a demon with tentacles sliding under clothes, poking at holes that were not supposed to be filled, wrapping girls and guys alike, group scenes turning into sticky knots of limbs and slime. Some paths take you into weird transformations, a girl slowly getting more animal features every time you visit her dreams until she is this half-furry nymph grinding on you, tail flicking behind her while she rides, and you’re half focused on the sex and half annoyed the game never explains what the hell just happened. The combat shows up like that drunk uncle at New Year who wasn’t invited: simple, sometimes clunky, but kind of fun when you start using Lust in fights, bending demons’ minds before smashing them. And in the middle of all this there is that moment where you’re in a “dream” inside someone else’s body, masturbating in front of a mirror, seeing a different gender than Jake, touching yourself just out of curiosity and realizing the game is quietly poking at your own kinks. Then it shoves you into awkward gay tension in the locker room without warning, wet tiles, steam, someone’s hand on your waist a bit too long during a “sparring” scene, and if you lean into it the game barely blinks, just gives you another explicit route. It feels messy, like tangled Christmas lights, but there is this strange charm in how it never cleans itself up for you.

This one feels like reading some horny group chat you were never meant to see, but with actual choices that bite you in the ass later. You play as this guy who thinks his life is pretty solid: decent job, comfy routine, hot girlfriend with a serious ass that makes you scroll back in the gallery every time. At first it is all cute messages on the phone, flirty selfies, dumb jokes, that normal relationship laziness where you know you should talk about stuff but you just end up sending memes instead. Then the tone shifts so slowly you almost miss it. A notification pops up at a weird time. There is a cropped pic that feels just a bit too polished. Her smile on the new CG looks the same, but the eyes are not on you anymore. That is when the game starts to pull you in.

The whole thing is built around the phone. Chats, calls, photos, little “typing…” moments where you stare at the screen and think, ok, do I send the jealous message or play cool? It does not explain anything, it just throws you in like you already live in this guy’s skin. Sometimes you are swiping through her pics and that ass is so front and center you forget there is drama. Then you see a tiny detail, like a reflection in a window or a second glass on the table in the background, and suddenly that same pic feels dirty in a different way. There is a really nasty joy when you choose the “wrong” answer and watch the trust meter quietly drop while the scene is one of the sexiest in the game. It hits that awful NTR kink where you want to stop it and at the same time you lean closer to the screen. Romantic scenes are not just filler either. You get actual “I care about you” moments, slow kissing, her bouncing on you, whispering things that sound so honest that when the betrayal hits you almost feel stupid for getting hard at it. At one point I was mid-fap and paused just to scroll back in the chat log to check a line, which feels very on brand for me, but still. There is one CG where she is riding you, phone in her hand behind your head, and if you pay attention to the notification light, you will hate yourself for enjoying it. The pacing sometimes drags like waiting for a reply on WhatsApp when you already saw the “online” status, and a couple of routes feel like they are just there to show more skin without moving the drama, but the tension between “loving girlfriend” and “maybe cheating slut” stays sharp. It is romance and betrayal glued so close together you cannot tell where the sweet part ends and the ugly part starts.

Kuroi Bara feels like that girl you scroll past on Twitch and then go back to because something in your brain goes “yeah, she’s trouble.” The game throws you straight into her little messy world where she’s finally getting a shot at becoming a trendy streamer, and you’re the one poking all the buttons behind the curtain. At first it looks kind of harmless: set up the schedule, watch chat numbers go up, pick what kind of content she does. Then you realize very fast that “content” is not just games and Just Chatting. You start with cute outfits and a bit of teasing, small cam angle changes, letting the camera “accidentally” drop lower on her huge tits, those moments where you make her pretend she didn’t notice the shirt slipping. And it works. Viewer count climbs, the donations hit, and you get that little nasty rush of “ok what if she shows just a bit more?” The UI keeps giving you options that feel almost innocent on paper, like “let chat choose the toy” or “reward subs with a special pose,” and then you click it and suddenly Bara is sucking on a mic like it’s a cock while reading horny messages out loud, her cheeks red but she still does it because you told her this is how she grows the channel.

What I liked is how slow the corruption can be if you want. You can keep her kinda wholesome for a while, just flirting and light groping, making her play games badly on purpose so her boobs bounce on camera when she “rages.” Or you can rush straight to the filth and turn her stream into a full-on jerk-off festival, with toys on the desk “for jokes” that obviously end up inside her, or those private shows for the top supporters where she masturbates on cam trying to keep her voice steady while pretending it’s still just a stream. You manage her money too, so you feel dirty and practical at the same time. Need a new camera? More sexy outfits? Buy a crazy vibrator because some rich perv donated for it? The management part makes the sex feel more grounded, like you’re building an actual degenerate brand, not just clicking sex scenes in a vacuum. Sometimes I hated that I had to choose between doing something sweet for her mental health and pushing her into a new explicit “challenge” that would clearly break her a bit more, but then I still clicked the pervy option. And there is this thing with the lesbian collabs on stream that totally blindsided me, one moment she’s shyly playing co-op with another girl and the next their faces are inches apart and chat is spamming for them to kiss and touch each other for “subs goals,” and yes, you’re the asshole ticking the goals higher so it goes from a kiss to fingering to sharing a toy while pretending it’s all just fanservice. The game sometimes feels too real when you watch her smile getting more fake as the numbers go up, but then the next moment she’s moaning into her mic with her pussy dripping and you forget you were supposed to care about that.

Zack should be on a red carpet with a fake smile and some Marvel knockoff suit, but instead he’s making cappuccinos for tourists who can’t say “macchiato” right. That’s the mood of this game. You’re not playing some blank porn puppet, you’re stuck in this dude’s head while he’s trying to pretend he’s happy steaming milk, and the universe keeps shoving his old Hollywood life right back up his ass. One minute you’re chatting up some regular who just wants extra foam, next minute a casting director who used to yell at you on set is sitting there with that “I own your past” smirk, and suddenly you’re back talking about auditions, chemistry reads and how many times you let a director grab your jaw to “fix your angle.” The sex in this thing doesn’t feel like it teleports out of nowhere either. You flirt, you pick the wrong line, you make a joke about your own softcore scenes, you choose whether Zack leans into being the charming broken boy or just a thirsty bastard who wants a tongue in his mouth before closing shift. It’s messy in a good way, like horny and cringe and funny at the same time.

From accessibility side, it’s kind of this weird mix of “hey we remembered you exist” and “eh, good enough.” Text is mostly readable, nice contrast, font size bump in settings, no fake tiny grey that kills your eyes, so my screen reader on Android (TalkBack) at least doesn’t scream at me. But the focus order in some choice menus is a bit fucked. Keyboard navigation jumps around like it’s drunk, and I had one scene where the hover highlight stayed on the previous line while the actual selected choice was another one, which is fun when you’re trying to decide if Zack pulls out or gives a creampie and the wrong keypress basically decides if someone’s womb is full or not. No text-to-speech in-game, so I had to rely on NVDA with OCR on my laptop when a pop-up window didn’t want to be real HTML text. Also, some sex sounds and moans ignore the master volume slider, which is wild when you’re half-muted and suddenly the blowjob scene is louder than Spotify. Speaking of which, I was playing with Spotify open and the game doesn’t respect media keys well, so I tried to pause music and instead I skipped a line of dialogue right when Zack was admitting his first casting couch “audition” ended with him kneeling between some producer’s legs. That made me more annoyed than it should, but still.

Game tone is dirty in this strangely specific way. You get this whole porn-star-with-clothes-on feeling around Zack. Like he knows how to open his mouth for a camera, and you feel that every time you pick a flirty line. There’s one date where you can play him sweet, talking about “craft” and indie scripts, or you just lean straight into filth and have him describe a sex scene he filmed years ago, with spit strings and him finishing inside because the director wanted “raw.” The writing loves oral, by the way. Long build-up to the first time someone slides under a table in some shitty bar, your jeans open, his hand on the back of your thigh, you trying to keep eye contact while your dick disappears into a warm throat. Choices actually matter in those scenes too, like whether Zack takes control, grabs hair, and fucks that mouth, or lets himself be used as a toy while thinking about how this is still less fake than his old movie kisses. Vaginal stuff is here, of course, with those “fuck, are you staying in me” moments, and you get explicit links between your relationship choices and whether she locks her legs around you or pushes you out at the last second. I kind of wish there was a proper high-contrast mode and some way to remap sex scene key prompts for people with weaker hands, but I know it’s not gonna happen and I still kept going through routes just to see how far Zack can fall or climb while getting his brains fucked out on cheap mattresses and casting couches dressed as “indie sets.” The humor hits weird too, in a good way, like there’s a line after one creampie where Zack mutters something about “this is better than my last movie review” and it made me laugh harder than I should while my screen reader fought the tooltip on the next choice.