Celica looks like one of those anime mages that would normally be a side character, but here she just owns the whole place and also somehow loses her clothes every five minutes. Town of Magic feels like someone mashed together a comfy little fantasy RPG and a horny fever dream, then forgot to add any shame. You wander around this cute pixel town, click on random stuff, poke your nose in places you probably shouldn’t, and the game basically answers: “oh, you wanted horny?” every second screen. It starts fairly soft, just teasing, some groping here and there, but the moment a slime girl or tentacle monster gets involved, things escalate so fast it’s almost funny. Half the time I was like “ok, this is too much” while also clicking the next scene instantly.

The mix of point & click wandering and turn-based fights is weird in a nice way. You’re chatting with girls at the inn, flirting with some suspiciously friendly witch, then suddenly you’re in a struggle where every failed move means Celica’s outfit gets shredded a bit more. It’s not just a simple game over either. Enemies grab her, pin her, clothes rip, the living outfit sometimes joins the fun instead of helping, and if you fuck up, you end up possessed or wrapped in things that have way too many tentacles. That combat struggle stuff is where the game actually feels kinkier than it has any right to, because it gives you this slow “oh shit, I’m losing control” vibe instead of just jump cutting to porn. One time I misclicked during a slime fight on my phone while half distracted with Spotify and suddenly Celica is swallowed from the waist down and the only thought in my head was “ok, this is absolutely someone’s favorite thing ever.” And then I replayed it on purpose, so, yeah.

The funniest part is how the town itself pretends everything is normal. You’re this female mage, constantly molested by monsters, half naked, maybe half possessed by some horny entity, and the NPC girls are still like “oh hey, wanna check the forest today?” as if tentacles aren’t a scheduled weather event. The yuri angle is all over the place, too. A lot of scenes are just girls with girls, or monsters that clearly “count as girls for the plot,” if you know what I mean. Some of the best bits are when another girl ends up tangled together with Celica, both of them getting pushed around by living clothes or slimy things, and you’re just sitting there thinking “ok, I did not plan for this combo, but I’m not complaining.” At the same time, yeah, sometimes events are too cryptic, like “walk here on this weird timing or no sexy scene for you,” and I caught myself alt-tabbing to Discord and grumbling while trying again. But when it actually clicks and you trigger a long animated scene where Celica is half fighting, half giving in, with her outfit slowly betraying her, it hits that very specific fantasy of being the cute mage who went out to grind XP and ended up getting thoroughly “grinded” instead. The game is rough in spots, like someone kept adding more and more kinks instead of polishing the old ones, yet that’s exactly why it feels kind of personal and stupidly charming. It’s messy, horny, lesbian as hell, full of monsters that want to grope you into submission, and the clothes are absolutely not on your side.

I played Brothel Virgin like I was trying to sketch lace on a body that wouldn’t stay still. It’s messy and kind of hypnotic, and that’s probably what I liked about it first. The world feels like velvet that’s been worn too long - soft but a bit frayed, and when the screen fades into the room at the Crimson Reverie, there’s that quiet hum I only get at the end of a runway show when everyone’s pretending not to be aroused by the models. Jenny’s laugh sounds like lipstick smudging against a glass; I kept replaying her intro scene hoping she’d say my name differently, slower. She doesn’t. Small thing but it bothered me. Still, the lighting in her room (well, if you can call it lighting, it’s more like a blush across the walls) made me forget it fast.

Matty’s design confused me. She looks like she was drawn by someone who loves stretch marks too much and I respect that deeply. Her scenes go from comforting to - how do you say - sticky? I’m used to games where every gesture feels rehearsed, but here her hands have this clumsy warmth that almost made me feel guilty touching the screen. Maybe I’m just too sentimental. Then Raven shows up and she wrecks all that tenderness with one smirk. There’s a sound cue before she appears - like a zipper halfway down - and it’s cheap, but it works. I hate that it works. Her storyline plays with all those moments between dominance and longing, and I kept thinking about fabric texture again: latex pretending to be silk.

Some transitions drag; some dialogues feel written by two people who never met. But that’s part of the charm. It’s not perfect, not even close, but neither are the bodies it celebrates. Sometimes I caught myself wondering why the brothel walls shimmer like oil, or why Jenny doesn’t blink enough. Doesn’t matter. The thing is, if you stop expecting polish and just lean into the heat, like, really lean, you’ll find your own reflection looking back at you through those impossible colors.

Akabur going after the turtle universe again feels weirdly natural, like of course someone was going to turn Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles into a horny breeding season thing and of course it was going to be him. The tone of this game sits in that space where parody and fetish just fuse, so one moment you’re laughing at how dumb a line is and the next you realize you’re actually kind of turned on by April being passed around by four horny mutants who clearly see her more like a shared breeding toy than a news reporter. The story pretends it’s about “chapters” and “seasons” but what it really does is slowly strip April down from being this confident reporter into a slutty pet for the whole sewer. There is this constant teasing vibe where she still has that bright reporter energy, asking questions, trying to maintain her dignity, while the turtles and Splinter treat her “curiosity” as an invitation to stuff every hole. You get the feeling she’s supposed to resist, at least at the start, but the game never hides it: the whole point is to watch her slide into loving the gangbangs, loving being surrounded by thick mutant cock, to the point where having only two inside her at once starts to feel “low effort”.

What I liked, in a twisted way, is how casual the group scenes are handled. This isn’t one “epic” orgy and credits roll, it’s more like: April shows up thinking she’s here to do some interview fluff piece and suddenly she’s on her knees, face shiny, one turtle in her mouth, another squeezing her tits from behind, one rubbing his tip between her cheeks, while Splinter calmly talks about “training” and “discipline” as if this is just martial arts class with extra fluids. The gangbangs are messy, a bit goofy, and sometimes the dialogue is awkward as hell, but somehow that fits the Saturday-morning-cartoon-gone-wrong energy. It almost feels illegal in your brain, like your inner kid who watched TMNT on TV is screaming while your adult self is thinking “yeah ok but seeing April stretched open and leaking after being pumped full by four different mutants at once is actually hot as fuck”. The game leans fully into that corruption fantasy, too. Not only one-on-one scenes, but moments where April is pinned against a sewer wall, legs spread so wide she can’t close them, two cocks inside her, another grinding against her lips, Splinter watching calmly like he’s making sure his sons are breeding her properly. She gets filled, overfilled, dripping down her thighs, then still asked to clean each of them with her tongue. And she does. There’s no big moral lesson, just a slow, filthy slide into April becoming the unofficial mating toy of the whole turtle clan.

Alister is the kind of horny disaster that walks into a scene like he owns it and then immediately proves he has no idea what the fuck is going on. Demon, ripped, cocky, literally dragged out of hell and dropped into this pretty, fucked up fantasy world where everyone either wants to use him, fuck him, or both at once. The game just throws you into his vibe without a big tutorial lecture. One moment he’s pissed about being yanked out of hell, next moment he’s in front of this disgraced prince who looks like he hasn’t slept since his last royal scandal, and a tiny gnome bard who flirts with anything that has a pulse and probably a few things that don’t. You just kinda roll with it. I liked that the first really horny moment didn’t feel like “okay now is the sex scene,” it creeps in under the banter. A hand on his chest holds just half a second longer, a gaze drops to his hips, someone makes a joke that is way too loaded, and suddenly you’re sitting there, dick in your hand, pretending you’re still reading for the story. Sure.

What surprised me is how romantic and trashy it feels at the same time. You get this ex-prince trying to act all noble and serious while his eyes very clearly keep checking out Alister’s body, tracing the lines of his abs, his shoulders, the way his tail moves when he’s annoyed. He says things like “this is strictly professional” right after you pick the dialogue option that has you pressing him against a wall in some corridor lit with torches that flicker like they know what’s about to happen. It’s not subtle. The writing lets you choose if Alister leans into being a seductive bastard or acts confused by how fast mortals get horny, and both paths feel dirty in a fun way. I had him pretend he’s above all this “mortal lust” while describing in detail how the prince’s hands feel on his thighs. That hypocrisy is hot. Then there’s the gnome, Alek, who is small, smug and basically a walking thirst comment section. He’s strumming his lute, making filthy little songs about demon dick, and when you encourage him he turns that energy on you, climbing into your space like size is just a suggestion. The game really likes playing with power and who’s actually in charge in the moment. Sometimes you’re the big scary demon using your strength to pin a guy down, other times you end up on your knees because someone figured out that demons are weak to praise and a firm grip around their horns. The game does romance, but it never forgets to be horny first, feelings later, and then suddenly you care way too much if this idiot prince actually likes you or just wants the monster in your pants.

The pacing is a bit weird, like a feast where you get dessert before the main dish. You slam into some spicy stuff early, hands wandering, suggestive touching, a nice long look at Alister’s body where the camera definitely knows what part people care about, and then it pulls back into plot talk about warlocks and kingdoms and “honor.” I was there like, yeah yeah, political fallout, but can we go back to when he was breathing against my neck and calling me dangerous. At the same time, the small things are what stuck with me. Like one scene where they’re camping, and you can choose to sit closer to the fire or closer to Izaak. If you sit by him, his knee brushes yours, and he doesn’t move away. It’s nothing, but it’s not nothing. Or when Alek casually asks if demons can cum more than once and delivers it like he’s asking about the weather, then grins when Alister chokes on his drink. Stuff like that makes the world feel horny even when nobody is naked yet. I kinda wish there was an option to be more mean with your flirting, like really corrupt the prince, drag him into something filthy he’ll hate himself for loving, but maybe that’s me being too spicy. Anyway, if you’re the type who likes big bodies, messy power dynamics, and that slow slide from “I summoned a monster” to “I’m riding him and moaning his name like a prayer I’m not supposed to say,” then just let this game happen to you and don’t rush. Take time with the dialogue choices, push a little on the borders, and when the scene turns hot, actually read it instead of skipping for the CG. There’s a lot of fun in making Alister say the wrong thing on purpose and then fucking his way out of trouble.