Alyssia wakes up in the dark like the world forgot her. No memories, no name on her tongue, just this slow echo of fear and heat under the skin. The first thing that cuts through the fog is your voice in her head. Not some noble guardian angel crap, not a perfect hero. Just you, whispering into this pretty little warrior with big soft breasts, thick thighs and that perfect ass you immediately want to see pressed against something hungry. The game doesn’t rush. It lets her stumble through ruined hallways and dead forests, half naked in shredded armor, breathing loud enough that you almost feel it in your own chest. Every sound is close to the ear: the squish of mud, her boots scraping stone, her tiny gasps when she brushes against a corrupted vine that twitches a bit too eager against her legs. You’re not clicking through a checklist. You’re… inside her skull, nudging her toward danger or safety, and the line between those two starts to blur so fast it’s almost funny.

The crazy part is how quiet it gets right before the fucked up stuff happens. No big horror sting, no “watch out!” flashing. She turns a corner, the music goes almost silent, you feel this slow pressure in your chest, and then some shadow thing with too many limbs pins her to a wall and that’s it. Armor bent aside, tits spilling, eyes wide, and you’re choosing what she says, if she fights, if she gives in. First time a monster shoves something thick and wet between her lips, she tries to bite, to resist, gagging around it while another tendril slips between her cheeks and starts teasing her ass. And you can tell the artists had fun here. The AI CG looks like someone begged the model to worship curves. Her body is soft but strong, the way her stomach tightens when she’s lifted up and spread, pussy dripping while she gets filled front and back. Double stuffed, her moans half anger, half confused arousal as you decide if she clings to her lost “honor” or lets that corruption seep deeper. Sometimes the camera lingers on simple things, like a strand of spit connecting her mouth to a fat monster cock after a messy blowjob, or cum leaking out in a slow drip after a brutal creampie that leaves her shaking and glassy eyed. And yeah, I wish the UI text wasn’t that tiny in one of the dialogue menus, but anyway, back to her getting railed.

There’s this romantic thread sneaking through the filth that caught me off guard. If you keep pulling her toward softer choices, she’ll start talking to you like you’re her lover, not just a voice. She blushes when you tell her she did good, even when she’s on her knees, face splattered, swallowing every last drop like it’s the only thing keeping her sane. You can steer her into something sweeter, tender kisses before sex, the way she slowly relaxes when a human-looking partner takes her gently, sliding into her wet pussy while she wraps her legs around their waist and actually smiles. Or you can drag her down to the point she doesn’t even flinch when something huge pushes into her ass and pussy at the same time, her mind so twisted by you that multiple penetration feels like home now. The game remembers those choices. She learns to beg. Or she learns to love. Or both, which is honestly the best outcome. One run she ends in a warm embrace, another she’s a used little toy for whatever monsters crawl out of the dark, dripping cum, eyes lost, completely yours in the worst way. And not gonna lie, the moment she looks at the “camera” and whispers “Stay with me… don’t leave my head” after everything you made her do? That hit harder than it should.

You come back from a boring business trip with a head full of spreadsheets and hotel porn, expecting your cute newlywed wife to jump on you at the door. Instead she’s napping in the middle of the afternoon, hair messy, phone too close to her hand, and you get this weird little punch in the gut that something’s off. Not “she forgot to feed the cat” off. More like “someone else might have been in this bed” off. She smiles, kisses you, acts sweet, but that tiny delay before she answers simple questions just keeps scratching at your brain. The game takes that small uncomfortable feeling and just keeps poking it, harder and harder, while you try to convince yourself you’re just tired and paranoid. Spoiler: you’re probably not.

The whole thing hangs on that one stupid selfie she sent you while you were away. You know the one. Lingerie that you didn’t even know she owned, tits squeezed up like she’s trying to win a contest, eyes a little too needy. At first you were just horny and you jerked off to it alone in your hotel room. Later, back home, you stare at it again and finally see it: three fingertips on the edge of the frame, some stranger’s hand trying to stay out of view. That tiny detail turns your brain into a crime scene. From there the story slips between your perspective and hers. On your side, you’re walking around the house like a detective in denial, clicking through small things that suddenly feel like clues: the subtle smell on the sheets that is not your cologne, her panties in the laundry that are more lace and less “comfortable wife mode”, her slightly glazed look when you touch her, like she’s comparing you to someone else in her head. On her side, it’s this slow, messy slide from “happy new bride” into “I shouldn’t do this” and then right into “I want him to do it again” while her body language gets looser and her ahegao face shows up more often than you want to admit turns you on a bit too.

Sex scenes aren’t just random porn stops, they sneak up on you. One moment you’re arguing in the kitchen about something stupid, next moment the game cuts to how she spent that same time earlier with another guy, bra on the floor, those big breasts bouncing while she rides him and moans into a pillow so the neighbors won’t hear. Creampies that hit way too raw because you know that same pussy is what you’re supposed to be “making love” to later like some clueless husband. Sometimes you get to fuck her too, and that’s the worst part, because the CG shows her eyes rolling back a bit more when she’s remembering his cock instead of yours. Lingerie that she wears “for you” is actually what he already tore off once. There’s this mystery thread running under everything, not just “who is he” but “how far did she go, and when did it really start” and the more you see her side, the less clean the answer feels. It’s not obedient wife corrupted in one night. It’s little choices, late messages, risky selfies, one kiss that should have stopped but didn’t, and then your whole married life is sitting on the edge of a knife and everyone is pretending not to see the blood. And yeah, the story is kinda linear, but honestly, when you’re watching your own wife slowly turn into someone else’s favorite toy, you don’t feel like you have many choices anyway.

Xweb looks like something a horny creep coded after binging too much Black Mirror and porn parody anime, and honestly that’s the charm. You’re this “Secret User” in a sketchy underground app where strangers send you messed up requests, and you answer them by typing out custom commands, like you’re tech support for perverts and psychos. One guy wants his cheating wife exposed, another wants to stalk an idol with ridiculous tits, someone else is begging you to fix a cursed sex tape that literally kills people who watch it. The UI keeps pinging your phone like Telegram plus OnlyFans plus something that really should get your device seized at airport security. Between answering clients, the story cuts to animated scenes where your choices clearly messed up someone’s life or turned them into your next obsessed toy. It’s not just “click to see boobs” either; the conversations are surprisingly long and filthy, with the girls oversharing way too fast, sending pics that get more hardcore the more you push them. One moment a shy student is asking if it’s wrong to fantasize about her professor, next moment she’s sending you a video of her riding a dildo in the dim light, her huge tits bouncing like it’s a cheap camshow and she keeps whispering your username like it’s sacred. There’s real horny energy in how the text, the voices, and the little animations sync up, even if sometimes the English sounds like Google Translate having a stroke.

Sex-wise the game goes hard into the whole “harem in a horror movie” mood. You’ve got multiple girls orbiting around this Xweb nonsense, each one with their own flavor of messed up. The soft-spoken one with the big ass who “accidentally” leaves her camera on while she changes. The cosplayer with huge boobs who keeps sending you low-angle shots, then later ends up in a corrupted stream where something in the background is not human. Scenes can flip from erotic to creepy without warning. One minute she’s on all fours, moaning while you pound her pussy in some cheap motel with neon light flashing through the window, the next minute the video glitches and her face distorts for a second, like something from a cursed tape, before snapping back while she’s still begging you not to stop. It’s weirdly hot. The vaginal sex is animated in that simple 2D style where everything is about the rhythm: her ass slamming back into your hips, the wet sounds cranked up way too loud, cum filling her and then dripping down her thighs in looping shots that are almost hypnotic. You can tell where the artist spent all the effort: tits and asses wobble, nipples get hard, her expression changes with each thrust, and sometimes it looks a bit off perspective-wise but that just kind of adds to the dirty feel, like you shouldn’t even be watching this. The parody side quietly sneaks in when you recognize archetypes from big anime and mainstream games, but warped, like a “totally not that famous witch girl” with a hat way too big and cleavage even bigger, or a “not that survival horror cop chick at all” who somehow ends up tied to a chair, riding your cock for her life while something claws at the door. Xweb mixes shit that shouldn’t go together: tech support, time travel talk, a hitman looking for you in the real world, and somehow you still end up focusing on one thing: whose tight little virtual hole are you filling next while the entire world apparently goes to hell around you.

This one feels like somebody took a grimy school ghost story, poured lust and drugs on it, then rubbed it into your skin until it stayed there. You’re not just clicking horny scenes, you’re sliding around in this sticky occult mess where every choice feels like it leaves something on your fingers. The school setting looks all normal on the surface, but after a few scenes it stops feeling like a campus and more like a ritual circle with desks. Classrooms turn into altars, lockers are just props for public use, and the corridors get that mood where you almost smell sweat and cheap perfume through the screen. The Japanese vibe is strong in the way everyone pretends everything is normal while literally nobody is acting normal. One moment it’s just a quiet corridor, next thing three girls are on their knees, uniforms half open, and the guy is pushed back against the wall while they fight over his cock with their mouths, wet sounds louder than the voice lines. I really liked how a titfuck scene could suddenly slide into this messy bukkake finish across the face and hair, and then the game still keeps talking like this is some tragic occult investigation. It’s stupid in a way, but the contrast actually makes it hotter.

What hit me harder than expected was the way the occult stuff bleeds into the sex. Mind control here is not polite. You get that slow build where a girl still thinks she has a choice, then you see her pupils change, her voice gets softer, and she starts begging to be used in front of everybody. There is one group scene in a classroom with mixed bodies, futa girl included, where the protagonist is basically just a toy pinned between them, and it feels crowded in a good way. Too many hands, too much skin, someone’s cock sliding between tits while another one is pushing into a throat, and a third is already working the pussy from behind. You kind of lose track of whose fluids are where. Sometimes the NTR angle comes in hard and nasty, like watching a girl you actually liked get dragged into a drugged ritual, waking up tied, legs forced open, and her “boyfriend” can only watch from the door as she’s fucked, first vaginal, then anal, then made to lick herself clean while laughing. It’s rough, with real graphic violence in some routes, and not the cute BDSM kind. The mind control can cross the line into “ok I need a break” territory, then the game just throws a soft lesbian scene in the nurse office on top, with slow kissing, fingers inside, wet sounds close to your ear because the voices are right there. The problem is some routes feel like they jump from a gentle titjob under the desk to a brutal ritual scene with almost no breathing room, but I guess that fits the whole nightmare feeling. I liked the multiple endings thing more in theory than in practice, because I kept looping into bad endings where someone ends up broken or dead or both, but honestly, when the occult book opens and everyone starts losing their sanity, that’s when the sex hits the hardest anyway. The game doesn’t feel safe, and that’s exactly what my hands remembered after I closed the tab.