Getting Inside feels like somebody mashed together a horny isekai, a shitpost Discord server, and one of those old Ren’Py projects you find on itch at 3 brain cells left. You start as this absolute nobody, walking disaster of a dude, whose life is basically scrolling Twitter, alt-tabbing to Pornhub, and pretending “tomorrow I change everything.” Then this demon just pops into your life like a bugged popup ad and goes “hey, wanna ruin your soul with pussy and bad decisions?” Except he doesn’t even ask for your soul. He just hangs around, vibing, treating your life like a season of trash reality TV. And it actually kinda works. The story leans hard into the idea that you’re not a hero, you’re not special, you’re just a moron getting dragged into a world where every woman is hotter than the last and you’re still somehow surprised when they want to ride you.

What I liked is how the “seduce all the women” thing is more than just clicking the top option like a monkey. Sometimes you pick the obviously horny answer and the girl just stares at you like “wow, that’s it? that’s your entire personality?” One moment you’re smooth talking a smug office lady, thinking yeah I nailed this, and two dialogue clicks later you’re getting verbally undressed because you forgot her name. That early scene in the bar where you’re trying to impress the older woman while the demon is basically live-commenting like a toxic Twitch chat? Peak. He’s roasting your flirting mid-sentence, then the CG swaps and suddenly she’s grinding on your lap and your brain just deletes half the text because tits. The sex scenes are not subtle at all: there’s spit, creampies, messy facials, that one angle where you know the artist went “yeah, this is going on the preview page.” But in between the nut bait you get these weirdly funny moments, like the MC worrying more about his stamina than the fact some of these girls might actually be dangerous. Also, side note, one of the dialogue fonts feels like something from a school project and it annoyed me for no real reason and then I kept noticing it, like a mosquito.

It still plays like a light visual novel you could run in a browser tab next to Telegram and pretend you’re answering DMs. Click, read, pick a choice, get railed or get rejected. No grind, no dumb gacha, no “energy system,” just straight “make choice, get pussy or pain.” Some routes go surprisingly dark for a game that opens like a horny joke, especially when the demon stops laughing and you realize he actually sees you as entertainment more than buddy. One girl smiles sweet, calls you “cute,” then later sits on your face like she’s trying to erase you from existence, and you’re there thinking “romance, I guess?” The endings shift a lot depending on how much of a degenerate or coward you play, and yeah, you can totally bungle it and end up less happy than where you started, which is kinda funny in a sad porn addict way. It’s messy, the tone flips from goofy to uncomfortably hot to “oh shit this is low-key tragic,” and the art sometimes looks rushed right before a scene that hits your kink so hard you forget to blink. On Pornhub you scroll past a thousand clips that feel more fake than this idiot’s demon-fueled sex life, and somehow that’s the charm: it’s horny, dumb, self-aware, sometimes surprisingly mean, and you still click “another route” after telling yourself you’re done.

College looks normal on the surface: crappy dorm beds, group chats blowing up over nothing, professors who talk like podcasts on 0.75x speed. Under all that, this game quietly hands you a body that does not stay put. You start as this regular 18-year-old guy, horny and stressed and barely holding it together, and then your skin starts crawling in ways that aren’t just “I need to jerk off before lecture.” Limbs stretch when you panic, muscles twist into inhuman shapes, and your reflection occasionally smiles before you do. The story doesn’t treat it like some heroic anime glow-up either. It feels dirty, like your own body is hitting on you and you can’t tell it to stop. That’s the fun of it, though: you’re constantly one bad choice away from accidentally showing everyone that the cute freshman with the big cock can also casually grow tentacles out of his back.

What really hooks you is how the erotic stuff grows out of that corruption instead of being tacked on. One scene you’re trying to stay calm in a packed lecture hall while your power reacts to a random boner, and the next scene you’re in a bathroom stall, literally reshaping yourself just enough to jerk off without leaving obvious traces, only to lose control and end up painting the walls with thick, barely-human cum. And when the game starts playing with gender shift, it doesn’t pretend it’s some wholesome identity journey. You slide into a soft, curvy version of yourself with big tits and a fat ass because it feels good and because you realize how easy it is to make people stare. There’s a kind of wrong thrill in turning into a stacked girl to get closer to some dude who’d never look at you as a guy, then tempting him into a messy titjob or sloppy blowjob while your mind is still very much male, buried somewhere under the bouncing flesh and ruined mascara. The writing leans into that twisted mix of arousal and shame: you’re hard even when you don’t have a dick, dripping in all the wrong places, surrounded by people who think you’re just another thirsty coed while something inside you writhes like a monster in heat.

Then there are the actual monsters, the things that gave you this power in the first place. They don’t just show up for fights; they slither into the sex. Tentacles that push under your clothes when you’re trying to act normal on a date, thick coils sliding between your transformed thighs while you’re grinding on some unsuspecting classmate, that awful, amazing moment where you realize you can open yourself in ways no human body should and take every inch of it. Scenes stack up where you’re pinned to a dark alley wall, or bent over some forgotten rooftop edge, body shifting to accommodate impossible girth, every hole filled and overflowing until you’re basically covered in cum, breathing hard and half laughing because part of you likes being used like that. Sometimes you turn it around and use your powers to be the monster instead, growing extra hands for a rough handjob, reshaping your mouth for deeper oral, pushing into a wet, stretched pussy while your skin ripples and your partner doesn’t even notice at first. The horror part never totally leaves; even when you’re riding a dick or taking a monster cock, there’s this background hum that you’re one wrong pulse away from snapping into something no longer human. And yet you keep pushing, keep masturbating with a body that can grow new angles to touch, chasing stronger orgasms while you try to pretend you’re just a normal freshman and not a walking sex-horror glitch waiting to explode all over the world.

Frieren looks way too calm for someone getting dragged into that kind of hole. Like, she keeps this saintly face while the whole dungeon’s alive with squishy noises and glowing runes that probably weren’t OSHA-approved. The game doesn’t even pretend to be serious - one second you’re clicking through some dusty corridor, the next she’s half-stuck in a wall, robes sliding down, and I swear the tentacles have better comedic timing than half the anime parodies I’ve seen. There’s this dumb little sound effect when you misclick that feels like the dev trolling you personally. And yeah, I laughed, then immediately felt weird for laughing, then laughed again. That’s the loop here: arousal, confusion, laughter, repeat.

Mechanically, it’s point-and-click, but not the “find the key” kind - more like “poke the wrong spot and something indecent happens.” The animation’s surprisingly alive; her eyes twitch in that awkward, human way that makes it both hotter and funnier. You can tell the artist’s obsessed with micro-expressions - tiny smirks, that split-second of resistance before she just gives up trying to look dignified. The glory hole bit? It’s handled with this absurd level of ritual, like the dev wanted to parody sacred fantasy tropes but ended up making the most unholy confession booth imaginable. Sometimes the camera lingers too long, like it’s waiting for you to blink first. I didn’t.

What kills me is how unserious it all feels. There’s no fake epic music, no “chosen one” nonsense - just this quiet, looping moan track that somehow fits the dungeon’s echo. I kept expecting a boss fight, but the only thing that fought back was my mouse hand. It’s lewd, sure, but it’s also self-aware in a stupidly charming way. You can almost hear the dev whisper, “yeah, I know what you came for,” while Frieren’s face says, “I can’t believe I’m in this mess again.” And honestly? Same.

Idle Waifu feels like one of those games you open in another tab “just to check something” and then suddenly your tea is cold and your dick is tired. It’s super simple on the surface, like those cheap idle clickers you play on your phone when pretending to answer Slack messages, but here the whole point is staring at horny anime girls auto-grinding their levels while you plan which outfit you wanna tear off next. The loop is dumb in a good way: numbers go up, affection goes up, clothes get shorter, animations get nastier. You don’t need a guide, you just poke around, click stuff, watch bars fill and asses jiggle. Feels almost like cheating, like the game is doing all the work and you’re just the pervert supervisor.

The real hook is how every outfit basically feels like you bought a new porn loop for that girl. One moment she’s in some half-assed “casual” clothes that already look too slutty for outside, next she’s in a micro bikini, then some cosplay that looks like they asked ChatGPT “make me a priest outfit but filthy” and just accepted the first answer. A lot of it clearly AI cooked, faces a bit too perfect, hair not completely matching, sometimes the boobs look like they could break physics, but it kinda fits the lazy horny vibe. You grind for gold, buy that new outfit, hit the scene, and suddenly she’s riding cock with 3 speeds like you’re scrolling through TikTok, except every swipe is just “faster, faster, ok now I’m actually clenching”. The speed control is funny, like watching a porn gif in VLC and mashing plus key. Slow for edging, medium for “yeah this looks like sex”, max speed for “this is a jackhammer from hell and I respect it”.

What I liked most is this trashy mix of chill and depraved. You can literally leave it on, go answer messages on WhatsApp or doomscroll Twitter, then come back and boom, enough points to unlock another outfit where she’s dripping wet and bouncing on dick like it’s a pogo stick. Sometimes the loops are a bit too short, like you’re about to cum and the animation resets, and your brain goes “bro, just five more frames please”. Some of the body types feel copy pasted too, like the AI only learned “titty big = good” and never took a day of anatomy class. But then you unlock one scene where she’s pinned, thighs shaking, tits slapping against her chest while she’s getting pounded from below, and any complaint just melts out of your head. I wish there was more “cruel” stuff, more bad endings where she clearly had enough and you still don’t stop, but that’s my broken taste speaking. Here it’s softer, more “endless horny loop” than tragic fall, yet there is still this tiny sadness when you realize you’re grinding affection with a virtual doll made by another virtual brain. Anyway. Dare to play it alone, or keep it running in a hidden tab while pretending to check your email, I’m not your dad.