Forbidden Thoughts feels like someone took that tiny moment when your eyes stay half a second too long on someone’s chest and stretched it into a whole damn story. It starts very small, like everyday small, just a guy moving through his normal life, talking about work, coffee, stupid stuff you’d bitch about on Discord. And then your brain does that thing where it goes “what if I just grabbed her ass right now” and instead of dismissing it, the game quietly says “ok, follow that”. That’s the vibe. It doesn’t shout “sexy time!”, it sort of creeps into you while you’re clicking through these casual conversations and suddenly you’re thinking way dirtier than the protagonist is brave enough to say out loud. At least at first.

What I liked most is how the erotic stuff doesn’t drop on your head all at once. You’re just having a normal chat with this older woman, she leans forward, blouse opens a bit, you see that heavy milf cleavage squeezed together and the camera angle hangs there just a little too long. She notices your stare, you notice her noticing, and nothing is said. Then later there’s a scene where she “accidentally” brushes her big tits against your arm while reaching for something, and the game lets the silence do the work. No cheesy trumpet sound, just your own filthy thoughts filling the gap. I think I spent way too long on one scene where she’s at the sink, ass pushed back, tight skirt hugging everything, and the text is just this normal talk about dinner. But the camera keeps drifting down to her big ass and you can almost feel the heat of wanting to just grab it. It made me alt-tab out and open Telegram to complain to my friend about absolutely nothing related, just to cool down, which obviously did not work.

There’s a lot of teasing like that. Masturbation scenes feel earned, not thrown in. First time the protagonist finally snaps and jerks off, it is not some grand “I must relieve my lust” speech. He is just lying there, replaying how her hand stayed on his thigh a bit too long, how the younger girl accidentally pressed her tits on his back when squeezing through a narrow hallway, how a random exhibitionist-style glimpse of skin he probably should not have seen is carved in his brain. He pulls it out, strokes slow, thinking about how she’d react if he just groped her right there in the kitchen, fingers sinking into that fat ass while she pretends to be shocked but keeps pushing her hips back. The text is not poetry, more like messy horny inner monologue, which honestly feels right for a guy who is still kind of a nervous virgin in his head even when he has these grown women orbiting around him. Sometimes the romance angle sneaks in softly, like when a character sends a half-innocent late message that is totally not innocent at all, and you feel that little ache of “this should be wrong, so why does it feel so good.” I do wish the protagonist stopped overthinking and made bolder moves sooner, but at the same time that slow, frustrating build up is exactly what makes the first real touch, the first obvious groping, explode in your chest and lower. The game never really tells you what line you just crossed. It lets you notice it yourself and then decide if you want to cross it again, harder.

Bella's tits are stupid huge. Like, the kind of huge where the game's own art can't decide if they're a blessing or a physics glitch, and honestly, that's the whole vibe. You start as this invisible, chubby girl, and the game spends a weirdly long time making you feel like shit about it. The dad character just sort of exists in the background, a cardboard cutout, while your only friend Andrew is so aggressively 'nice guy' coded that I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. Then you go to grandma's, and she's basically like, "Yeah, we pray to a Welsh goddess, go sleep in the magic circle." The transformation scene is the only part that feels like it has any budget. You wake up with a waist that could snap in a strong wind and a chest that enters the room five minutes before you do.

The core loop is just watching the world react to your new body. It's a pure, uncut power fantasy for a specific kind of frustration. You walk down the street and construction workers break their necks. You talk to Andrew and he's suddenly stammering, eyes locked on your chest like it's the final boss. The writing is janky as hell, full of typos that feel like a non-native speaker just hammering the keyboard with one hand. But the sex scenes? They're the point. The first time with Andrew is this messy, desperate thing. He's a virgin, you're technically a virgin, and the game describes his big dick with the kind of awe usually reserved for a new car. The blowjob scene has this weird focus on his muscle definition that feels like it was copy-pasted from a different game entirely.

What kills me is the sci-fi tag. There's a goddess, sure, but that's fantasy. Where's the laser gun? Where's the alien with the big ass? Nowhere. I spent twenty minutes clicking around the university campus looking for a hidden cyborg, and nothing. The game forgets its own tags. The chubby to blonde bombshell pipeline is the entire plot, and the 'romance' is just people wanting to fuck you now. It's hot in a deeply unpolished, almost ashamed way. Like, the game knows what you're here for, and it's not going to dress it up with good grammar. The vaginal sex scene is the main event, and it's rendered with a clumsy sincerity that's almost charming, if you can ignore how the UI looks like a spreadsheet.

Fresh out of school, thrown back into your dusty old hometown, and suddenly everyone wants a piece of you. That is the vibe here. You’re this rookie reporter, technically here to chase stories, but it feels a lot more like you’re chasing curves. The game pretends it’s about “serious journalism” with this fancy big-name media company, but in practice your main beat is trying not to stare at your editor’s tits while she tells you to double-check your leads. Every investigation starts normal enough: track a source, dig through some notes, ask a few questions. Five minutes later you’re in a cramped office, her blouse half open, wondering if you’re going to get that promotion before or after she’s got your cock in her mouth.

What surprised me is how it actually treats the investigation stuff as more than a cheap excuse. You wander through little city scenes, ask people about gossip, decide who to trust, and some choices really change what kind of “reward” you get. Screw up and push too hard on one interview and instead of a cozy late-night talk in her tiny flat, you end up on a boring follow‑up with a guy who clearly isn’t going to suck anything. Nail the angle and she leans close, clicks off the voice recorder, and suddenly your “fact checking” is more like tongue checking. I liked that a simple decision like whether to run a risky quote or play it safe can flip the tone of the next scene from flirty banter to full on “I’m sitting on your face for this exclusive.” It’s not subtle about the boobs, either. They are huge, they bounce, they fill the frame when someone leans over your desk, and the camera knows it. Sometimes a bit too much, actually, because there’s one hallway scene where you can barely tell what the character is saying since your view is basically just cleavage. Nobody will complain, but still, my eyes were trying to read the text box hiding behind her tits like it’s a hidden object game.

The sex itself ramps up as your reputation in the company grows. At first you’re this shy guy awkwardly trying not to get hard when your co‑worker teases you with her bare legs under the desk. Later she’s casually pressing her feet into your crotch during a “strategy meeting” and acting like it’s totally normal office culture. There’s this one scene where you’re “revising” her article at her place, and she slowly trades professional talk for grinding on your lap, then drops down and starts working your dick with her mouth like she’s trying to win Employee of the Month. I liked that it doesn’t rush to the obvious point. She’ll drag her tongue along the shaft, look up, ask if you’re sure about that headline, then go deeper, then switch topics. It feels messy, human, horny. Anal and vaginal are used more like rewards tied to how bold you play the story and how you talk to them. One route turned into this intense back‑and‑forth where your editor tests if you’re “brave enough for real journalism” by making you fuck her from behind on the office couch, her ass practically swallowing you, while she checks tomorrow’s front page on her phone. Another time, you think it’s going that route and she stops you, sits on your cock nice and slow instead, rides you while talking about ethics in reporting like that’s not the stupidest contrast ever, then finishes with this lazy sloppy kiss on your chest. The AI‑generated CG is a bit uneven; some angles look incredible, others feel off, but the bodies have that soft, heavy look that fits the whole “big tits, big ass, big trouble” mood. Funny thing is, the game sells itself like a serious VN about a career, but, somewhere between a late‑night oral “interview” and a sweaty footjob while you listen to someone’s confession through the wall, you forget what the original assignment even was. And somehow that’s exactly right.

Simon Seiyaz. Even the name sounds like a placeholder the dev forgot to change. You wake up on a spaceship, nine women, saving the universe by sticking your dick in things. It's the plot of every third hentai flash game from 2006 and I'm here for it like a raccoon in a dumpster. The whole thing is a parody that knows it's a parody, winking so hard it might sprain something. The 3DCG models have that specific jank where the tits seem to operate on a different physics engine than the rest of the body, which is honestly perfect for the ahegao expressions. When those faces hit, they hit like a truck full of cartoonishly crossed eyes and drool.

The sci-fi setting is basically a hallway simulator with space windows. Doesn't matter. You're not here for the riveting plot about... what was it? Some mission. The monster girl shows up and I forgot everything else. She's got the teasing down to an art form, the kind of exhibitionism where she knows exactly what she's doing to the male protagonist and the player. The creampie scenes are messy and unapologetic, the way god intended. I do wish the dialogue had more bite though. For a humor tag, it plays things surprisingly straight sometimes, like it forgets it's allowed to be stupid. But then a character will say something so profoundly dumb about "dating in deep space" that I snort and forgive it.

The disjointed pace the description promises is real. Scenes just happen. One minute you're talking, next minute clothes are optional and someone's bent over a console. There's no smooth transition, just horny teleportation. It's like scrolling through a gallery with occasional text boxes. And you know what? Fine. I've played visual novels with better writing that were less honest about what they are. This thing has big tits and zero shame. The exhibitionism scenes on the ship's bridge are a highlight, everyone just going about their day while the protagonist gets... distracted. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

The whole thing feels like someone animated a soap opera after smoking a joint laced with something questionable. You know those 3D renders where the skin looks a bit too glossy, like everyone’s been sweating olive oil? That’s the vibe here. You play this total fuckup who got booted by his wife for, surprise, sticking his dick where it didn’t belong. Now you’re crashing at some childhood friend’s place you ghosted for half a decade. The setup is so dumb it loops back around to being kinda genius. She opens the door and I’m just thinking, lady, have you seen this guy’s track record? Run.

But she doesn’t run. Nobody runs. The harem tag isn’t subtle, it’s the whole point. Within minutes you’re getting these long, weirdly intense stares and the teasing animations kick in. The way the characters move is stiff, like action figures being posed by an impatient god, but the facial expressions during the oral scenes are surprisingly detailed. There’s a moment with the childhood friend in the kitchen where she’s just talking about old times and her mouth is doing this thing. You know the thing. It’s not even a sex scene yet but the animation loops her licking her lips in a way that’s so over the top it becomes hypnotic. I forgot about my phone for a solid ten minutes, which is saying something because I’m usually scrolling through Twitter during the boring parts.

The creampie finish is the standard reward loop here, no surprises. What got me was the romance angle, which is about as romantic as a brick through a window. You’re a scumbag, the women are inexplicably forgiving, and the dialogue reads like it was translated through three different languages and then back into English by a horny algorithm. “Your presence makes my insides feel like a warm bakery.” I mean, what the fuck does that even mean? I laughed so hard I nearly choked. The male protagonist is a void of charisma, just a walking pair of pants, but that’s almost the point. You’re not here for his redemption arc. You’re here for the glossy, oily, strangely compelling animated mess where a harem of women decide a cheating loser is their best option. It’s a trainwreck, but the kind where the cargo was a shipment of sex dolls and they’re all flying through the air in slow motion. I don’t know if I liked it, but I didn’t close the tab.

ok so i'm clicking through this thing right, it's that weird app that shows up on your desktop in the game, the one that's supposed to manage your life or whatever. the whole setup is this grimy dystopian future where you're at rock bottom and honestly the 3d models look like they were rendered on a potato from that same shitty future. textures pop in wrong. the lighting is flat as hell. but that's the point maybe? it's not trying to be slick. it's got this deliberate jank that makes the whole thing feel like some corrupted file you shouldn't have downloaded.

the massage parlor scene is where everything goes sideways in the best way. you're just sitting there and this woman with absolutely massive tits starts working your shoulders and the animation loops are so stiff they're almost hypnotic. like watching a mannequin come to life but wrong. the handjob sequence has this weird rhythm where her hand clips through your thigh every third stroke and i couldn't stop watching. there's something about the unpolished nature that makes it hotter than those overproduced visual novels where everything is smooth and boring. the oral bits have this dead eyed stare from the character that's unsettling in a way that loops back around to being arousing. don't ask me to explain that.

the sandbox controls are basically just clicking through dialogue trees and watching the same three animations cycle but the teasing is paced well. she'll stop right before you think something's gonna happen and the game just hangs there awkwardly. wish there was more variety in the reactions though, after the fourth time you've seen all the expressions and they don't change. the masturbation scenes are where the male protagonist really shines, the self pleasure animations have this desperate quality that matches the whole rock bottom vibe. spent way too long just rotating the camera during one particular moment where her hand positioning was almost but not quite anatomically correct and that imperfection stuck with me more than any polished triple A adult game ever has. this is pixelated smut for people who find perfection boring.

The whole thing feels like it was rendered in a blender that someone forgot to clean, and I don't mean that as an insult. Past Tense has this raw, almost unfinished 3DCG look where the milf character's massive tits sometimes clip through her shirt and the protagonist's face is permanently stuck in what I can only describe as "mild constipation." But weirdly, it works for the story it's trying to tell. You come back to your old neighborhood, all grown up but still carrying that virgin energy, and immediately run into women from your past who've... developed. A lot.

The romantic paths are genuinely confusing in a way that feels intentional. One minute you're having a heartfelt conversation about lost time, the next the camera is lingering on an ass that defies physics and you're being teased into situations that would make a gender studies department head explode. The male protagonist is supposedly on this journey of self discovery, reconciling past and present, but let's be real, the self he's discovering is mostly just his dick. There's this one scene with the older neighbor where the dialogue is actually quite tender, talking about loneliness and second chances, and then the camera just slowly pans down to her chest for like forty five seconds. I counted. My phone timer was right there. The non-harem tag is doing some heavy lifting because while you're not collecting women like pokemon, the game sure wants you to feel the weight of every choice, the possibility of what you're missing.

The teasing mechanic, if you can call it that, is basically just prolonged eye contact that escalates to... more eye contact but with heavier breathing. It's almost puritanical in its restraint until suddenly it isn't, and then you're watching a romance scene that looks like two mannequins that got left too close to a space heater. I keep coming back to this one detail, the way the milf character's hair doesn't move when she turns her head. It's like a solid helmet. And yet, the writing underneath all the jank is trying to say something about how we can't escape where we come from, how our past shapes our desires. Or maybe I'm giving it too much credit and it's just a game about wanting to fuck the hot older woman from your childhood. Both things can be true.

The jingle bells are a lie, okay? One minute you're getting a handjob from some stacked MILF with a holiday sweater barely containing her tits, the next you're knee-deep in a murder investigation. That's this game. It's a Christmas special but it opens with your parents getting slaughtered, which is... a choice. A bold one. The tonal whiplash should break your neck but somehow it doesn't because the writing is so earnestly fucked up. You're this guy, right? Dead parents, vengeance quest, the whole Batman starter kit minus the billions. Except it's snowing and there's mistletoe.

The sex stuff sneaks up on you. You're brooding, examining clues about who gutted your family, then boom, your landlady wants to "comfort" you. And by comfort I mean a slow, animated creampie scene with sound effects that made me forget about the murder board for twenty minutes. The big tits in this thing have their own gravitational pull. There's this one interracial scene with a woman who has an ass that defies winter coat physics. The vaginal animations are janky sometimes, characters clip through each other like Bethesda ghosts, but honestly? It adds to the charm. Or I'm just horny. Probably both.

Don't trust anyone, the description says. I trusted a prostitute in a Santa hat and she stole my money. No sex, just gone. I stared at the screen for a minute. This is the realism they don't advertise. The dating sim elements are weirdly tense because you're never sure who's connected to the killer. I spent way too long trying to romance this one milf who kept giving me clues and her teasing went on for what felt like real-time days. The handjob scene when it finally happened was almost anticlimactic, too much build-up. But that's relationships for you. The Christmas setting is just wallpaper, there's a tree in one room and then you're doing oral in a car and I forgot what holiday it was. The violence is graphic when it hits, not gory just... mean. This game hates its characters. I wish there was more actual detective work instead of just clicking dialogue options that all lead to the same tragedy, but the tragedy is what makes the porn feel earned somehow.

Vacation in this game starts like those boring Instagram stories nobody watches: rain, closed beach, nothing to do, your clothes still in the suitcase. You play this tired detective on forced leave, stuck in a big house with women who are absolutely not dressed like normal people staying at home during a storm. Every time he walks into a room, somebody is half naked, bending over, “accidentally” flashing huge tits or ass, or pretending they don’t know how transparent that towel is. The game kind of laughs at itself about it, which helps. It feels like the dev said, “Yeah, it’s unrealistic, but shut up, look at her tits.” And it works.

The actual flow is more like a lazy sandbox vacation than a mission. You click around the house, poke into rooms you probably shouldn’t, spy a bit through doors that aren’t fully closed, open a wardrobe and instead of clothes find sex toys quietly chilling there. There’s that slightly guilty vibe when you hover the mouse and think “I shouldn’t click this” and then immediately click it anyway. The voyeur stuff hits hard because a lot of scenes are you just catching them in moments: a MILF in the bathroom with one leg on the sink, shaving and playing with herself like it’s the most normal morning routine; the younger one lying on her bed with headphones on, masturbating under the blanket, thinking nobody sees the movement. Your guy just watches, torn between being detective-professional and horny-idiot, and usually the horny-idiot wins. And sometimes the game lets you just keep watching, not jumping straight into intercourse, which makes the payoff later a lot hotter. When things escalate, you go from teasing looks and “oops, you saw me naked” to her on her knees, wet lips wrapped around your cock, then riding you slowly till you finally fill her up, creampie dripping out while she smiles like she planned that from day one. Sometimes there’s a toy involved, sometimes just hands and tongue, but it all keeps that playful, light tone instead of going hardcore edgy. The humor is lowkey dumb in a good way, like he tries to keep his cool while a busty woman in a tiny top bends so close you can almost taste her cleavage, and his inner monologue betrays him completely. I had one scene where I was looking for a clue in a drawer, found a vibrator instead, and three clicks later I was using it on her while rain hit the windows in the background. Honestly, I didn’t even care about the “vacation” part anymore.