My Netorase Delusions looks like it was drawn on a budget of three yen and a half eaten bag of chips. The 2DCG art has this weird charm though, like finding a porno mag from 2003 under a park bench. You play this salaryman, right, typical dude with a sexy wife and a boring life. Big tits on her, the artist really focused there. And then he gets into cuckolding. Not the angry jealous kind, more like the "hmm, what if I let that big delivery guy have a go?" kind of thoughtful. The whole thing feels like a fever dream you'd have after too much cheap beer.

The animation is... there. Sometimes. A handjob scene with a black guy I picked from a list, it was like watching a slideshow where someone forgot half the slides. But the voice acting, man. The wife's little gasps, the way she says things she shouldn't. That's the real hook. The soundtrack is just some loop that drills into your skull, I muted it after five minutes and put on some lo-fi hip hop, which honestly made the whole thing way more surreal. There's a trap character, which was a surprise. A choice came up and I just stared at the screen for a solid minute, not gonna lie.

It's a visual novel, so you click and read. You pick which guy gets to, you know, share your wife. The milf tag is strong here, she's got that mature vibe that makes the whole netorare thing hit different. The male protagonist is such a wet blanket, I wanted to slap him, but also, I kept clicking. The English is broken in a way that feels intentional, like the creator just typed what felt right. It's not polished, it's a mess, a glorious, horny mess. Like a story told by a drunk friend who keeps forgetting the point but you're too invested to stop him.

In this world, the food chain is completely fucked up and you’re the little snack tossed into it with a smile. You wake up in a place where every woman looks like she could bench press a truck, and every guy looks like he escaped from a femboi fashion TikTok compilation. You’re the weird one here: a reincarnated dude from a more “normal” world, suddenly dropped into a horny amazon society where women chase cock like it’s a rare NFT and the local males are delicate toxic brats who act like sex is a scam. The gender balance is collapsing, fertility is wrecked, and the solution apparently is “grab the cute new boy and see how far we can twist his brain and stretch his holes.” Your adopted “family” takes you in, all smiles and soft voices, and immediately starts looking at you like you’re both a pet and a science project. Mom’s a hot milf with that “I bake cookies but also ruin backs” energy, the sisters flirt way too hard for any normal household, and everyone talks about “helping you adjust” while their hands keep slipping lower. The game leans into that whole corruption vibe where they slowly train you, tease you, edge you, but at the same time you start corrupting them right back, teaching them that you’re not just some disposable femboy, you’re a walking problem.

What makes it kind of funny is how shamelessly it mixes horny and humor. One minute you’re in a “serious” story scene about society’s collapse, next minute you’re getting pinned to the couch by a ripped amazon arguing whether your ass or your mouth should be “civil duty” first. There’s monster girls slipping into the cast, paranormal shit that just appears like it’s no big deal, futa and traps dropping in like surprise DLC, and the game just shrugs like “yeah, of course the ghost wants to watch you masturbate, why not.” The POV scenes hit hard because the camera sits right in your shame, especially during those exhibitionism moments when your so-called caring family pushes you out in front of others and you realize you’re getting way too turned on by being treated like a toy. It’s all animated enough to sell the thrusts and the tongue work, and when the romance parts kick in, it’s weirdly sweet, then immediately ruined by someone grabbing your dick mid-confession. You’ll go from laughing at some meme-tier dialogue to suddenly being rock hard while a muscle milf rides you like a stolen bike. There’s this tiny thing with the way the text box keeps popping slightly off-center that drove me insane and I never got used to it, but anyway, the real charm is how the game lets you grow from shy reincarnated dude into someone who can actually fuck back, break these amazons mentally and physically, and still blush like an idiot when a monster girl calls you “good boy” in your ear.

Jamie is the kind of guy who thinks “one more match” is a personality, not a bad habit. While he’s glued to his screen, mashing buttons and ignoring notifications, his girlfriend Kim is out there getting lonelier, hornier, and more pissed off without even fully knowing why. The game drops you right in that slow-motion train wreck of a relationship, and it doesn’t pretend anyone here is a saint. Kim wants attention, affection, someone to actually look at her instead of a loading screen. Jamie wants to grind, not her. Then William shows up at their school, a little too charming, a little too smooth, and suddenly all that “loyal girlfriend” energy starts bending in ugly, really hot ways. It’s not subtle. It’s not even trying to be. One minute you’re watching a girl try to keep her thighs together on a crowded train while a stranger’s hand creeps higher, the next you’re staring at an internal cumshot on your phone screen like a pervert in a bus stop.

What I liked is how it doesn’t treat cheating like some dramatic moral essay. It feels more like watching messages on Discord pile up while you alt‑tab between porn and a ranked match. You jump between different points of view, sometimes inside Kim’s head when she’s touching herself in the shower replaying something she knows she shouldn’t enjoy, sometimes in Jamie’s, who thinks he’s still the “good guy” because technically he hasn’t stuck his dick anywhere new yet. Sometimes you’re with a trap character who looks softer and more feminine than half the girls in the story and still gets pounded like he’s made for it. There are futa and trans bodies in here too, and the game doesn’t pause and give a speech about it, they just join the filth: school toilets, empty classrooms, a cramped storage room with cum dripping down a dark thigh while someone tries to keep quiet because class is right next door. Interracial scenes slide in without big flags, male domination goes from light teasing to straight-up harassment pretty fast, and the art likes to linger on big tits getting squeezed in public where no one “notices.” I wish the sound effects for wet noises weren’t so loud on mobile though, I almost blasted anal slurps on full volume in front of some guy on the metro and I’m still annoyed about that. There is no real choice system since it’s just clicking through, which kinda sucks because I kept wanting to stop Kim before she bends over a teacher’s desk again, but then she’s getting a creampie from someone she should absolutely not be naked with, and you’re staring at a cross‑section view of her insides swallowing it. The game acts like it’s about a couple falling apart because of gaming, but it secretly just wants to corrupt everyone and drag them into messy, gay, straight, whatever‑as‑long‑as‑it’s-wrong sex, and somehow that feels more honest than half the “pure love” stories out there.

The first thing that hits you here is not even the sex, it is this weird calm feeling of “oh, this world actually believes its own bullshit.” You are this trans woman professor, not some confused teen, not a porn puppet. You have tenure, students who don’t secretly hate you, a boyfriend who tries, and a society that spent decades messing with gender roles until nobody remembers where the old rules even started. Masculinity, femininity, whatever, everyone is remixing the same pieces. But of course, the game looks at all that and goes: ok, now how do we make it horny and slightly wrong in the head.

It starts like a slice of life college story. Lectures, staff meetings, coffee in shitty reusable cups, talking to coworkers who gossip more than your students. You answer some choices, tease people a bit, or stay “professional” if you want. Then slowly the mask slips. The femboy TA who keeps showing up in tighter clothes each week, the girl student who looks at you with that mix of curiosity and jealousy, the other trans characters who make you feel seen and also turn you on way too much for something labeled as “academic environment.” The writing leans hard into the idea that your MC is usually the one on top, both in conversation and in bed. Sex scenes feel like negotiations of power: a hand on a throat, a soft word, that tiny choice of “push it further” or “let them breathe” that suddenly flips the whole mood. One moment you are helping a shy femboy with his “research project,” the next you have him folded over your office desk, your nails digging into his hips while he tries not to moan loud enough for the corridor. The game is obsessed with body transitions and growth too: bigger boobs, thicker ass, that slow visual and textual change that sneaks up on you. You notice a new curve in a CG, a new line of dialogue like “those pants didn’t fit you last week,” and it feels less like a stat change and more like corruption mixed with self-love. Sometimes it is sweet, sometimes it is clinical, sometimes it is straight up fetishy. There is pixel stuff and slick CG hentai living next to each other, like the dev could not decide which aesthetic to commit to and just said fuck it, all of them. It should feel messy but somehow that chaos gives the sex more texture. One scene may be a simple blowjob in a quiet dorm room, lips shiny, your MC guiding the pace, the next is a mystical, almost horror-style encounter with something not completely human that still wants to get railed. The supernatural pieces drop in casually, like, “oh yeah, also there might be a demon girl in your department.”

The tone walks on this line between parody and “too real.” Characters say ridiculous gender-theory jokes, do cosplay, talk about Persona like they misremember which entry had which waifu, but in the same breath they admit stuff like “I like being used, but only when I choose who uses me.” You get corruption arcs without cheap cruelty, group scenes that feel chaotic and hot instead of just checking boxes, voyeur moments where you catch two students experimenting and quietly decide if you interrupt or just touch yourself in the shadows. The game takes its time, it is a slow burn, lots of teasing, edging, masturbation scenes where your MC is scrolling through some cursed porn on her phone, like she has a Pornhub account full of weird tags and she is tired of pretending she doesn’t. There is a whole school setting underneath the smut that almost feels wasted, like the dev could write a normal visual novel but chose futa sex toys and blackmail scenarios instead, thank god. Some routes let you play psychological games with people, pushing them a bit past their comfort, then pulling back so nobody can call it non-consensual. You get sleep sex hints, exhibitionism in quiet hallways, stockings and heels on polished floors, that sick thrill of being respected by day and absolutely filthy at night. Someone will complain that the MC is too confident, too often in control, but that is kind of the point: this isn’t a tragic trans story begging for sympathy. This is a horny professor who knows what she wants, who will fuck femboys, women, and other trans bodies like she is writing her own twisted gender thesis, one creampie at a time, and the world around her just tries to keep up.

You ever click on one of these games and just know, within the first three dialogue boxes, that the artist has a very specific thing they are obsessed with? Extra Inches, right from the title screen, is not subtle. The opening scene throws you into a conversation with a character named Finn, who has this sleepy bedroom voice and a body that makes you understand why the tag list is longer than my last grocery receipt. The proportions are absurd. We're talking about assets that would cause serious lower back issues in real life, rendered in a soft 2D style that feels like a horny fever dream you'd have after falling asleep watching an anime from the early 2000s.

The whole thing is a dating sim where you play a guy, but the dating pool is entirely futa and trap characters. It's one of those setups where the "male protagonist" tag feels almost ironic because you spend most of your time being the receptive party. There's a moment with a character named Kai, I think, where a simple handjob scene just... escalates. You choose a dialogue option that seems innocent, something like "let me help you with that," and the next screen is just a full-on oral fixation closeup with no warning. The game doesn't ease you in. it assumes you're already on board. The lack of polish actually helps here. the slightly janky transitions between expressions make the sudden shift to an anal scene feel more jarring in a good way, like you're flipping through someone's private sketchbook and they just got progressively more unhinged.

I wish the sound design was a thing that existed. It's silent, which makes the over-the-top visual moans feel a bit like watching a GIF with your speakers off. You know the "loud moaning" meme? That's the vibe. But then again, the dead quiet lets you focus on the anatomy. and there is a lot of anatomy to focus on. The game is basically a gallery of "what if that cute character had a dick" scenarios, and it delivers exactly that with the enthusiasm of a golden retriever humping a couch cushion. It's not trying to be a deep narrative experience, it's a delivery system for big tits and bigger surprises, and honestly, that's almost refreshing.

Reality in this game is flipped in a way that feels funny at first, then kind of fucked up, then hot, then kind of fucked up again. Women run everything here, not in a “girlboss inspirational poster” way but in a “they own your collar, your job, and your orgasm” way. Guys are pretty little toys, soft femboys with skirts, stockings, makeup that looks better than half of TikTok, and asses that jiggle when they walk. You play as one of those cute pets with a dick, stuck in a future where your main value is how good you look on your knees and how obedient you are when a muscle girl snaps her fingers. On the surface it feels like a silly dating sim / sandbox with goofy jokes and horny scenes, but under that you’ve got this weird tension about what “consent” even means when your whole society trains you from birth to say “yes, mistress” like a reflex. As someone who actually cares about AI ethics and virtual characters, I kept catching myself asking, “Wait, did my protag actually want that, or did I just click because I saw the word ‘oral’ and my brain went caveman for a second?”

The game leans hard into the contrast: tall, ripped women with huge tits and thicker thighs than most gym bros, towering over smooth, androgynous boys who look like they escaped from a horny gacha ad. One moment you’re on a “normal” date, sipping a drink, trying to impress a buff office lady who could literally lift you by your hips with one hand. She teases you, calls you pretty, brushes her thumb over your lip gloss, and asks if you’re being a good boy for the system, keeping the status quo. If you play along and act all submissive, the scene slowly turns into this intense femdom thing where she drags you to a side room, orders you to kneel, and uses your mouth like a toy while you’re trying to remember if the dialogue choice three screens ago might ruin your future freedom. If you push back and try to talk about “change” and rights for men, she smiles in that creepy “I’m proud of you for having opinions” way, then pins you to the wall with one arm and tells you that rebellious femboys taste even better. It’s hot as hell, but there’s this aftertaste where you wonder if the game is mocking you for pretending your choices matter. The funniest and also most disturbing thing is how often the UI just kind of shrugs at you. You pick something that sounds safe and suddenly there’s a futa enforcer sitting on your face, using you until you’re cross-eyed, and the text quietly notes that this will “affect your status later.” You later check your stats and realize your “obedience” and “slut” values jumped because you tried to be polite. That small detail honestly drove me nuts and I couldn’t stop thinking about it while still clicking through for the next blowjob scene. The writing loves those moments where consent is technically there, in the “you clicked accept” sense, but socially crushed. The big muscle girl asks if you’re okay, but the power gap is so huge that the question feels more like a ritual than a real check-in. Porn brain says “oh god yes, sit on my face again,” ethics brain is in the corner going “this is exactly the kind of coercive system we complain about in real-world apps that spam dark patterns.” And then you forget the debate because the trap NPC shows up, winks at you, drops a line about “fighting the matriarchy from the inside,” and the very next scene has you sucking him off behind a club while police drones fly by, scanning your collar tag. The game keeps doing that whiplash. It throws real questions about dominance, agency, and what it means to “choose” in a rigged world, then buries them under a giant ass in a too-tight skirt that clips through the chair a bit. It all feels messy, horny, ethically uncomfortable and strangely honest about how players treat virtual bodies as disposable toys, even while it laughs and hands you another scene where your cute male protag gets railed until he forgets what he was fighting for.

Right, so the bellhop. He's got this grin, yeah? Not a nice one. More like he knows exactly what's going to happen to your ass the second you sign the guestbook at the Grand Butt-Sex Hotel. And you will sign it. The whole setup is this deliberately scuffed, almost shitposty dating sim where you, some guy, check into a hotel run by and for futanari with very particular... dietary requirements. The art by YaBoiBlackout has that slightly off-kilter, expressive 2D style that makes the exaggerated proportions, the absolutely colossal tits and ass, feel more like a cartoonish threat than pure titillation. It's funny. Genuinely. The writing by MarcieMallard is unhinged in the best way, full of these weird little asides and character tics that make you forget you're basically a walking fleshlight with a checkout time.

The first guest I ran into was this absolute monument of a futa, all muscle and condescension, and the whole scene is her just... using my face as a saddle while discussing room service. The animation loops are simple but effective, a hypnotic, wet rhythm that's less about realism and more about nailing a specific, filthy vibe. There's a trap character later on who completely derailed my expectations, and the interracial scene with the businesswoman futa in the penthouse suite has this soundtrack that's just a sleazy bassline that made me feel like I needed a shower. A good shower. The kind where you just stand there.

The mobile version is a bit of a mess, honestly. Buttons are tiny and I fat-fingered past a dialogue choice about anal beads that I'm still mad about. The game doesn't care. It just keeps going, throwing you into the next animated debasement with a new set of sex toys and a character theme that's way catchier than it has any right to be. The female domination isn't some elegant, leather-glove affair. It's messy, it's absurd, and it's written with a specific, sweaty-palmed panic that feels more real than any "stunning visual" showcase. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

Captain’s log, stardate whatever. Admiral Freeman got her promotion and now I’m stuck with her brat, Beckett Mariner, thinking she still runs the Cerritos like a personal playground. The whole lower decks is a mess, ensigns rolling their eyes at anyone with a pip on their collar. Something about the way she smirks when I give an order, like she’s already picturing me face down in a warp core breach. So I opened the captain’s private files and found… options. Let’s just say the prime directive got a little flexible.

The art’s got that AI CG sheen, kinda like scrolling through a very specific rule34 board at 2x speed, but the animations hit this uncanny jitter that somehow makes the ahegao faces funnier. There’s a scene where you’re supposed to be asserting dominance in the ready room and her eyes go full spiral while she’s mid rant about Starfleet protocol. I laughed, then felt weird about laughing, then kept clicking. The futa tag sneaks up on you. One minute you’re using the captain’s log to document insubordination, next minute Mariner’s got a surprise that would make a Klingon blush and you’re the one getting a “performance review.” The lactation stuff is there too, which feels like someone modded a dairy farm sim into a Trek parody and honestly, I’m not mad at the chaos.

The blackmail mechanic is basically a flowchart of humiliation. Catch an ensign slacking, threaten to tell the admiral, and suddenly you’re in a holodeck program that would get the ship’s counselor court martialed. The male protagonist corruption path is where it gets properly unhinged. You start off trying to restore order, but by the third “disciplinary hearing” you’re orchestrating bukkake scenes in the shuttle bay like it’s a team building exercise. The gay content isn’t walled off either, it just blends into the general collapse of decency. There’s a bit where you’re supposed to be interrogating a “trap” character and the dialogue tree just gives up on pretense entirely. I still don’t know what the actual plot was. Something about a warp core? Who cares, I’m too busy watching the captain’s chair get reupholstered with fluids. The oral sex animations loop weirdly, like a GIF from 2007, but that almost adds to the lo-fi charm. Like a chill beats stream where the beat is just wet sounds and muffled Star Trek technobabble. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

The whole thing looks like someone fed a bunch of shoujo manga panels into an AI and told it to get horny. Not that I'm complaining. The 2D art has this weird, almost uncanny smoothness that makes every blush and awkward glance feel like it's been polished to a plastic sheen. Ash, the homeless boy you pick up like a stray cat, has these eyes that are just a little too big, a little too wet. It's pure manipulation and it works disgustingly well.

You're some rich kid slumming it in a uni dorm, and the game wastes no time throwing you into a classic rescue fantasy. You meet Ash on a supply run, he warns you about the streets, and before you can say "power imbalance" he's in your room, offering to clean in exchange for a roof. The voyeurism tag isn't just a suggestion. The game's entire framing is you, the player, watching. Watching him sleep. Watching him change. The AI-generated CGs lean hard into that trapped, intimate space of your tiny dorm room. There's a scene where he's just folding laundry and the angle of the shot is pure, undiluted thirst, focusing on the curve of his back as his oversized shirt rides up. It's ridiculous.

The romance path is surprisingly sweet, in a way that feels almost jarring next to the more blatant ogling. You get these dialogue choices that let you be genuinely kind, and Ash's reactions, rendered in that same glossy style, hit a certain vulnerable note. But then the game remembers it's also a trap and gay tag playground and Ash's character model will suddenly be in a skirt and thigh-highs for no diegetic reason other than a flimsy "laundry day" excuse. The story tries to build this deep connection about two lonely people, and then a scene will trigger that's just a close-up of his lips parting while he sleeps, and you remember you're basically a creep with a front-row seat. The writing can't decide if it wants to be a tender coming-of-age or a peep show simulator, and honestly, that tonal whiplash is the best part.