Fran is one of those protagonists who feels like the quiet kid you half-remember from your own class, the one who sits near the window and pretends the outside world is more interesting than whatever the teacher is writing on the board. Except in this case, the teacher is Ruby, and she’s absolutely not the kind of woman you ignore. Huge boobs barely fitting in a “professional” blouse, tight skirt that makes you think “there is no dress code here, right?”, and that fake strict look where you can see the smile hiding at the corner of her mouth. The whole thing plays like a slow burn that someone suddenly turned into a furnace with one stupid box of chocolates. Aphrodisiac chocolates, of course, because this story doesn’t even pretend to be innocent. You’re stuck in this classroom with her, the desks, the chalkboard, that fluorescent light hum that feels way too real if you ever sat through a boring lesson, except now the teacher is trying to hold herself together while her body basically screams to jump the student she’s supposed to be tutoring.

What I like here is how it doesn’t rush straight to “everything off, dick out, go”. You start with little stuff. Her leaning over just a bit too close, boobs pressing against your arm like it’s an accident. The way she keeps pulling at her blouse because it feels “hot” inside, and the more she does it, the more the top buttons lose the war. There’s a moment where she asks you to “help her focus” and puts your hand on her thigh under the desk, and she’s still trying to solve some textbook problem while your fingers are creeping up her stockings. That’s where the game shines: that awkward horny tension, where both know it’s wrong and both very clearly do not care. Then the aphrodisiac really hits and it just turns into this messy, needy teacher who starts groping you first, kissing like she’s been holding it back for months, lipstick smearing, her breathing getting all rough. Before you know it she’s pushing her big tits together around your cock, rubbing them up and down with this dazed, hungry look in her eyes, and the shy boy act from Fran cracks into straight-up lust. The first time you blow your load all over her face and glasses, she has that shocked “oh my god, my student just did that on me” expression mixed with a tiny proud smile, like she secretly wanted to wear your cum as makeup. I laughed a bit there, it feels filthy in a very specific school-memory way.

The art does most of the heavy lifting. Ruby’s a redhead with that slightly mature vibe, not some babyfaced anime blob, and seeing her go from “proper teacher” to drooling your cock in her mouth, swallowing and still begging for more, hits hard. The groping is very physical here: hands full of boob, fingers digging into her ass, her grabbing your dick through the pants first, tracing the shape, acting surprised at how “big” it feels for a student, even though yeah, of course it is, that’s how this genre works. There’s a nice little touch where she tries to keep it romantic, calling you cute, petting your hair, kissing your forehead before going back to licking the tip and teasing you until you can’t hold back and cum again. It’s sweet and trashy at the same time. I kind of wish the classroom had more little interactive stuff, like using the teacher’s chair differently or messing around with the windows, but it just stays in roughly the same spots. Also, there’s a tiny sound effect when the chalk hits the board at one point that annoyed the hell out of me and I don’t fully know why, it just felt too sharp compared to her soft moans and wet sucking noises. Anyway, the whole thing is basically: shy male student, horny teacher losing control thanks to some dumb chocolates, lots of oral, tits wrapped around your cock, and her face ending up sticky and satisfied while pretending nothing happened. It’s wrong in exactly the way it wants to be.

Plague in the kingdom, king on his throne shitting himself in fear, and you, the poor bastard who has to walk into a cursed forest with a cute elf wife who is way too good for you. That is the whole mood of Cursed Forest Quest – you are technically the hero, but it always feels like the story is asking what happens if the hero is soft, horny, and just a bit unlucky. Vallabelle, your elven wife, is the kind priestess type with huge tits, a perfect ass that does not make physical sense for an elf, and a smile that makes you think “ok, she is totally loyal, it’s fine” while the game quietly laughs in the background. The early scenes sell this perfect couple thing hard: sharing a campfire, she heals your wounds, teases you with a slow handjob as a reward for surviving the day, rides you with that soft priestess moaning, and you think, alright, wholesome, I can relax. Then the forest basically says, no, fuck you, this is a cursed land, and starts poking that little insecurity in your brain every time some other guy looks at her for more than two seconds.

What I liked too much, embarrassingly, is how the game uses “small” moments to kick you in the balls. For example, first time you get to a ruined shrine, there is a choice: go search for relics, or send Vallabelle to talk with the local spirit while you check the perimeter. I just clicked through, not thinking, checked a bush that had literally nothing important, and when I came back, the scene cut to Vallabelle slightly flushed, her robe messed up, her tits kind of out, spirit fading away, and her going “it’s fine, just a blessing.” That moment stuck in my head longer than the full-on vaginal scenes. Not even a big animation there, only small touches, like her avoiding eye contact. Later on there is an actual animated scene with her getting pounded against a forest altar, ass bouncing, moans way louder than anything she ever did for you, and that felt almost less cruel than that earlier half-harassment vibe, where you are not sure what happened but your dick and your stomach both react. By the way, the spanking stuff is weirdly casual here. Sometimes you get to spank her playfully as a “punishment” for teasing you in front of a guard, and she giggles and presses that big ass into your hand. Another time, some other guy does a very similar smack, and suddenly the camera lingers way too long, and she bites her lip in a way she never did for you. I hated that. I also replayed that branch three times to see if her expression changes with different quest choices. It barely does, which somehow turns me on more. The game likes to pretend you have control with all the quests and paths, and yeah, there are multiple endings and all, but honestly half the fun is realizing you clicked yourself into a timeline where you are basically watching your own wife get more “blessed” by the forest than cured. I wish there was a path where you could fully stay pure and keep her untouched, but also I really don’t, and it will never happen anyway.

Guy just wants some cold air and maybe a drink, ends up trapped in the quietest, horniest little horror-comedy grocery store on earth. That’s the vibe here. You walk in, sun burning your brain, and suddenly the outside world just kind of... blinks out. The door locks, shelves feel slightly wrong, lights flicker like they’re trying to flirt, and there she is behind the counter: tiny goth clerk with a stare like she already knows exactly how weak you are. Not the cliché latex dominatrix thing, more like “sleep-deprived art major who could crush your soul with one sarcastic comment” mixed with “MILF energy in training,” if that makes sense. Big tits under a cheap t‑shirt, jeans, zero effort styling, but somehow she looks like a walking fetish ad that forgot to be subtle.

The weird part is, nothing technically “happens.” No actual sex, no naked bodies flying around, nobody jumping your dick. It’s all edging, all mind games, like the game is blueballing you on purpose and laughing. She’ll lean over the counter just a little too far, bend down to grab something so her ass lines up perfectly with your eyes, stretch like she’s in a yoga ad, then act like you’re the creep for looking. She calls you out for every tiny reaction, every stolen glance, like she’s reading your browser history in real time. At one point she casually drops a line about how “guys like you are easy to rewire” and the screen does this tiny flicker and yeah, you feel it. Not jump scare, more like you skipped a frame in your own head. You’re not sure if she’s hypnotic or just really good at gaslighting, but you start clicking through lines faster, waiting for some kind of payoff that never quite lands. It’s a kinetic novel, so no choices, no branches, you’re just strapped into her vibe. That’s kinda annoying and kinda perfect. You keep thinking “ok, next scene she’s gonna finally do something,” and instead she just mocks you, teases harder, leans in with that bored stare and explains exactly how she could make you crawl with a single word. Then nothing. Then a joke. Then she looks straight at you again and tells you you’re breathing too loud.

What got me is how the voyeurism hits without any peepholes or secret cams. You’re just there, stuck, watching her do normal clerk stuff while she very obviously watches you watching her. It flips around, like you become the thing on display. She wipes down the counter real slow, checks her phone, pops gum, types something you can’t see, then smiles in that “yeah, I just changed something in your brain” way. At one point she makes you read signs on the wall, stupid boring rules, but the text starts feeling like commands, like she’s training a dog. She never raises her voice, never goes full “kneel, worm” mode, but you still feel dominated, like your dick is on a leash you can’t see. The humor is messed up in a good way too; she’ll roast your porn tastes, call out your search terms, then switch to dead-serious for two lines and talk about control and consent like a late-night TED talk in a haunted 7‑Eleven, then immediately ask if you’re thirsty. Zero subtle transition. The art is rough but kinda perfect for it, she’s cute and a little off-model from scene to scene, which almost sells the idea your memory is being edited. There’s no big climax, no “and then you bang her” scene, it just leaves you horny, slightly confused, and lowkey worried she’s going to show up in your dreams and make you apologize for scrolling Twitter during the dialogue.

Ella is a problem. The good kind of problem, the one your cock and your curiosity both say yes to before your brain even catches up. She’s a futa with a mouth that never shuts up, in a jungle that doesn’t give a fuck if she’s tired or horny or “on a mission.” She’s supposed to find this magic flower, some legendary thing everyone talks about like it’s the only thing that matters. And then she runs into these monster girls and suddenly the flower is not really the main thing anymore. Or it is. Or it’s just the excuse for everything she does after.

What hit me first is how the game really leans into teasing before it lets anything explode. Ella talks her way into trouble instead of fighting out of it. One moment she flirts with a monster girl with this fake innocent smile, touching her arm “by accident,” the next moment you’re watching her hand slowly slide over to that thick thigh. It’s that slow burn that fucked me up a bit. The monster girls are not just standing there like dolls either. They watch her. They stare at her body. There is this one scene where Ella pretends to be hurt and falls in a way that her clothes ride up just a bit too much, and you can almost feel their eyes on her ass like it’s something holy and dirty at the same time. It’s funny because I thought I just came here to fap and then suddenly I’m out here caring if she gets that flower or gets fucked into the ground first. She’s got big tits that are basically their own characters, and when someone grabs them, it looks like that moment has weight. There’s a lot of oral stuff, and I liked how the game doesn’t rush the first time Ella goes down on a monster girl. You see that hesitation, like she’s half doing it for the mission and half doing it because she really wants to taste her. And then she gets into it way too much for “just business.” The voyeur feeling is strong too. More than once you’re just watching from the side, like you’re in the bushes, seeing hands explore, lips kissing spots they shouldn’t, clothes pushed aside instead of neatly taken off. It feels messy in a good way. Mostly.

The art is 2D but not trying to be some perfect painting. Sometimes tits look a little too round, sometimes an angle is weird, and honestly that makes it feel more like some horny artist going all in instead of a sterile studio thing. I loved that. And at the same time I hated that one of Ella’s expressions keeps repeating in a serious scene and I couldn’t stop noticing it. The lesbian scenes with her and monster girls have this greedy energy, like both of them try to see who makes the other moan first, who gives in. Then when she uses her cock, it changes completely. Suddenly she’s the one pushing someone against the tree, sliding in slow, talking shit in their ear. My favorite tiny, stupid detail: the way their fingers dig into her ass when she thrusts, like they’re holding on so she doesn’t pull away. It’s such a small thing but it stayed in my head longer than the big “climax” moment. Story wise, it’s an adventure that keeps pretending it’s about this mystical bloom, but you know damn well it’s actually about Ella using her charm, her dick, her mouth, whatever she has, to bend this monster-filled jungle around her. The voyeur vibe, the teasing, the groping, all that builds up like fate is pushing her to meet exactly these girls in exactly this place. I like to think Destiny wanted this filth to happen. Or maybe I just want to believe that kind of thing exists, even in porn games on my phone while I should be doing something else.