Sweaty locker room smell, tennis balls bouncing somewhere in the background, and this idiot golden boy who used to be hot shit and now can barely keep his serve straight. That is kind of the whole flavor here. You play this high school tennis prodigy in Japan who is stuck in a slump, and the game just leans really hard into that mix of sports drama and horny chaos. One minute you are trying to focus on drills, watching the coach’s muscles flex while he corrects your stance, the next minute your brain is not thinking about the ball at all but about how that same coach would feel grinding against you from behind in the shower. It does not pretend to be subtle. The writing is sometimes cheesy, like those Wattpad sports fanfics, but because it is always from this slightly insecure, too-horny-for-his-own-good guy, it kind of works. Or it does not. I am still not sure.

The tennis part is not fake, which surprised me. There are actual matches, practice routines, choices about training and rest. Sometimes you are mid rally and the game cuts to a memory of the last time you got bent over a bench in the empty gym, and then you miss a shot. That mix of focus and distraction feels very teen. Your character is supposed to be this future star, but half his energy is going into checking out the other guys: the tall rival with the perfect shoulders, the goofy teammate with a bubble ass peeking out from too-tight shorts, the furry club manager who shows up in a kigurumi costume that looks silly until the route turns really filthy. The furry stuff appears quietly at first, just small hints and jokes, and then at some point there is a scene where a big wolf guy is pinning you down, your legs pushed up, and you realize the game was never shy about where it wanted to go. Anal scenes are not all copy paste either. Sometimes it is rough, sweaty and stupid, with you trying to keep quiet in the school equipment room so nobody hears. Sometimes it is slow and almost romantic, two guys on a futon surrounded by tennis trophies, bodies still sore from practice. I liked that they actually show the body types: actual muscle definition, not just twinks, you get big chests, thighs that look like they can crush your skull, and yeah, the animator clearly has a thing for backs and calves. At least once I caught myself zooming in on one of the CGs on my phone like a perv in a crowded train, because the way the sweat is drawn on the spine is just that nice.

What got me off balance was how often the tone jumps around. You will be having this tense match, the rival glaring at you across the net, and the game is building this serious sports mood, then boom, you are in a scene where he corners you in a narrow corridor, grabs your wrist, and tells you he is going to fuck the frustration out of you. I laughed the first time because it comes almost too fast, but then the scene runs long and detailed, you get dirty talk, clumsy condom fumbling, that small panic when you realize you never properly stretched for this and he is thicker than you expected. The school setting makes it a little extra nasty, in that good way: desks pushed aside, chalk dust on your knees, a sticky spot on the blackboard that is definitely not from the teacher. Men’s locker room, wet tiles, someone’s phone on a bench buzzing with LINE notifications while two guys are pressed together under the showerhead, water washing away lube that never should have been there in the first place. It even works fine on mobile, which I honestly did not expect; I played it mostly on my Android while pretending to check WhatsApp, and those small choices and CGs still look good enough. There are places where I wish the game slowed down a bit and let the sports story breathe more, but it keeps jumping back to sex, and in a way that is exactly what the main character would do himself, so maybe it fits too well. Anyway, if your brain likes the mix of tennis, sweaty boys, and guys getting their asses pounded behind the school gym, this thing kind of crawls under your skin and stays there.

The first time I booted this game, I thought it’d just be another lazy resort sim with some cheap fanservice. But then that first morning scene hit - sunlight leaking through the blinds, the air kind of heavy, and one of the staff leaning against the counter like they owned the place. The way they smirked while pretending to take your breakfast order? That’s when I realized it wasn’t trying to be subtle about anything. It’s messy in a way that feels intentional, like the devs knew players would pause just to stare at the little details: the half-buttoned shirt, the awkward silence before someone says something filthy but sweet. And maybe I’m projecting, but there’s a weird tenderness hiding beneath all the teasing. Not everyone will notice it, which makes it even better somehow.

I’ll admit, the sandbox part confused me at first. One minute you’re managing room upgrades, the next you’re being dragged into a “staff meeting” that turns into something else entirely. It’s funny how the game pretends to care about finances when all you really want is to see who breaks character first. The dialogue sometimes feels like it was written by someone drunk on their own fantasies - but that’s part of the charm. There’s this one event where you’re supposed to discipline an employee for slacking off, and instead it spirals into a slow, deliberate exchange that’s equal parts punishment and confession. I hated how long it took to trigger that scene, then immediately replayed it twice. The art’s inconsistent, sure, but when the lighting hits right during those late-night sequences, it’s almost too intimate. Like you shouldn’t be watching, but you can’t look away.

And yeah, maybe the pacing drags when you’re grinding for upgrades, but then again, the quiet moments between chaos feel like catching your breath after a kiss that went too far. It’s not perfect. It’s not even pretending to be. But it’s got that strange pulse - half-romance, half-bad-decision - that keeps looping in your head long after the screen fades black.

Whole thing feels like somebody mashed together horny sailor fanfic, furry twitter art and one of those old romance novels your teacher hides in her bag, then trapped you on a ship with it. In a good way. Or maybe in a bad way. Depends how you feel about being a constantly thirsty fox/otter/wolf guy surrounded by other beefy sailors with zero privacy and way too much free time. You start as the new guy on this merchant ship, still smelling like land and bad decisions, and pretty quick you realize the real cargo is all the pent up tension in the crew. You just… walk around, talk, flirt a bit, fuck up your answers because English is hard and horny brain is stupid, and the story keeps branching quietly in the background. You think some choices are small, like choosing who you share a smoke with on deck, or who you help with boring rope work, but then ten scenes later that same guy is in your bunk at night, whispering filthy shit while the ship creaks and somebody snores two hammocks away.

The art is that soft, slightly messy 2D furry style that looks like it was drawn by someone who has way too much practice drawing wet fur. Muscles, scars, little details like damp shirts clinging to chests, tails poking out under uniforms, all that. Everybody looks like they bite and cuddle with the same passion. There’s this one moment where you’re on watch, waves black as ink, and your captain comes up behind you, all quiet, stands close enough that his chest presses your back. He starts talking about storms and discipline and all that serious stuff, but his hand drifts lower, fingers pressing against your belt, and you have a choice to lean back into him or step away like a good little sailor. I leaned back. Obviously. It doesn’t jump straight to cock-in-hand porn; it stretches it out, lets him test your limits, see how far you’ll go with the ocean around you and nowhere to run. Then later, when the ship hits real bad weather, that same man pins you in the cabin while everything shakes, and the sex feels half like comfort, half like he finally claims you. I actually had to pause Spotify because it got too distracting while I was, uh, focusing.

Game lets you be kind of a slut or weirdly loyal. One route I accidentally turned into the ship bicycle, just drifting between beds and hammocks, tasting everyone a little. There was this grumpy tiger sailor who hated my guts at first, always calling me useless, but I kept choosing to help him scrub the deck and fix knots. Thought it was just grinding affection points. Nope. It turned into this nasty-hot scene where he corners me in the storage room, grabs my jaw and spits in my mouth before kissing me. That one hit like a truck. Then in another run I tried to be sweet with just one guy, this shy rabbit with too-big eyes, and it turned from awkward hand holding to him riding me quietly in the dark while trying not to whimper too loud because bunboy is scared someone will hear. Some parts feel a bit slow, days of chatting and routine, but honestly the boredom kind of works, because when something finally snaps, when a hand lingers too long on your hip or someone pulls you into a cramped cabin and locks the door, it feels earned. I kinda wish there was an option to be a complete asshole and start fights or get thrown overboard or something, but I also know if they added that, I’d still just end up back in somebody’s arms, sweaty, sticky, and pretending it’s about “ship morale.”

Lucas walks back into this rich guy fantasy house that is actually his dad’s place, but it feels more like a porn set than a home. Marble floor, giant staircases, everything screaming money, but the whole place is cold as hell emotionally. Dad is “away” all the time, ghost owner vibes. In the middle of all that, there she is: Isabelly, the stepmom, young enough that you instantly go “ok, this is fucked” but your dick is already having a different opinion. Big tits that don’t even try to be subtle, curves wrapped in these classy outfits that pretend to be respectable while the camera keeps catching angles that are not respectful at all. The game loves to park the screen on the little details: how her blouse opens just a bit too low when she leans over, how her lips stay just a second longer on that fake innocent smile, how her legs cross when she sits on the couch and you can feel Lucas’ brain melting through his nose.

The whole tension is that kind of slow burn where every normal thing feels dirty. Breakfast scenes feel like foreplay. Her asking “can you help me with this?” is already corruption in progress, because you know very well it never stops at “this”. The game really leans into humiliation, not in some clownish way, but like emotional kicking in the balls. Lucas is constantly reminded he is the outsider in his own house, treated like a guest, like a kid, and at the same time this woman is playing with his hormones, walking around half covered, pressing her tits a little too close, using his obvious crush as a toy. When things start to escalate, it hits that cheating angle hard. She is married to his father, that detail never goes away. Sometimes she even mentions the old man right when she is getting a little too close, and you can feel Lucas’ stomach twist, and honestly mine too. You get that slimy netorare flavor where you are both the victim and the bastard at the same time.

The scenes are rendered with that ai cg look where everything feels slightly unreal, almost too perfect, and in this game it kind of works because this whole mansion life is already fake as fuck. Isabelly sits right between milf and trophy doll, with those big tits basically having more personality than half of the cast, and the story keeps pushing you into situations where saying no feels impossible, but saying yes feels like you are ruining your own life on purpose. One moment she is tender, like a soft caring figure, and in the very next she is twisting the knife, teasing you, using your hard-on like leverage. There is one moment where Lucas catches a hint that maybe he is not the first toy in this house, and the game just drops that bomb and moves on like it is nothing, which annoyed me more than it should. I also hated one small thing: a tiny sound effect in a certain scene that repeats and repeats, like a cheap porn loop, and now it lives rent free in my brain. Still, I kept clicking, because every choice feels like pushing Lucas deeper into this mess of lust, shame, and that weird thrill when you know you are doing something unforgivable and you still spread her legs anyway.

You start as this “honored warrior” who’s basically walking into his own death like an idiot, thinking it’s all glory and songs and whatever. Then the game looks at you and says: actually, no, you’re not here to die, you’re here to fuck. That shift is what sold me. One moment you’re in this gloomy jungle temple, listening to priests talk about sacrifice and duty, and the next, some demon girl with ridiculous tits and a smug smile is grabbing your cock like it’s part of the ritual script. And it kind of is. The whole thing is built around breeding, not just sex as random reward. There’s this twisted idea that your body is a public resource for these monster girls, like your “heroic purpose” is to fill them until they’re dripping. It feels very on the nose, but in a fun way. The scenes are animated just enough that when a demoness is riding you, you see the bounce, the sweat, that heavy ass slapping on your hips, and the moment she makes you cum inside her is clearly the main point, not some optional thing. Creampie is framed like a sacred duty, which is hilariously philosophical if you overthink it a bit, so of course I did.

The jungle setting is actually kind of cool, even if half the time you don’t care because there’s a naked horned girl grinding on you. One moment you’re following this simple little quest marker to an ancient ruin, expecting another boring fight, and suddenly a monster girl pins you against a mossy wall and demands you “prove your devotion” by filling her pussy. There’s a harem vibe, but not the lazy kind where girls fall into your lap for no reason. Here they treat you like breeding stock with a sword, like you are a walking dick attached to a half-useful warrior. It’s weirdly honest. You make a choice in a dialog, think you’re being noble, and the “reward” is her turning around, lifting her tail, and forcing you to fuck her from behind until she’s full. Vaginal sex is the core, not a side menu. There’s this one scene where a demon girl with a massive ass keeps pulling you in deeper every time you try to pull out, like she literally refuses to let you waste a drop. Small detail, but the way her expression changes on that final thrust when you lose control inside her? That part stayed in my head way longer than it should. I got slightly annoyed that some of the quest stuff is just “walk here, talk, bang,” but then I’d see a new animation, like her belly twitching when you cum, and my brain went quiet again. It’s not some grand epic adventure, and the hero is basically a breeding tool pretending to be a warrior, which somehow feels more honest than half the fantasy porn games I tried on Nutaku and itch. Honestly, the game knows exactly what it wants: tits, rituals, demons, and your cum, all mixed into this dirty little “destiny” joke that gets funnier the more seriously the characters talk about it.

Horny Model starts pretty simple on paper: asshole guy wants a girl who doesn’t want him, brings his bro into it, and things go very wrong in that slow, greasy way that makes you keep clicking even while you think “ok this is fucked up.” It’s not some sweet dating sim where you pick flowers and share feelings. This is more like watching a porn shoot where the “casting couch” idea gets stretched over days and weeks, and you’re the one poking every little boundary to see where it snaps. As someone who is poly and usually prefers open consent and everyone talking about feelings, it was weird to enjoy something where the whole point is gradual corruption and manipulation. Weird, but hot. And that made me a bit annoyed at myself and still horny, which is honestly a good combo for an adult game.

The game uses both male and female point of view, which I didn’t expect at first. One moment I’m in Peter’s head, being a smug little shit, pushing Lucy to show “just a bit more” skin for photos, acting like it’s no big deal. Then suddenly I’m looking at things from her side, overthinking everything, horny but confused, convincing herself this is “normal” and she’s just being friendly. That switch hits hard when scenes go from light teasing and “accidental” gropes into rougher stuff, like when the first spanking scene stops being playful and you realize she is already too deep into their game to really say no. There’s a masturbation scene in her room that actually felt kinda real: she’s trying to get off alone, thinking of them, annoyed at herself, then a message pops on her phone and totally changes the mood. It’s not just click sex, it feels messy like real horny brain. I love that. And at the same time, some parts feel rushed, like one moment she’s shy about stripping to underwear, and a couple clicks later she’s taking anal like she’s been training for it. No build-up, just “ok now your ass is ready, I guess.”

What hit me as a poly person is how they slowly turn her into “their” toy instead of just “his” girl. There is this one group scene where Peter and Roger treat her like a shared model, posing her, touching her, talking about her body like it’s a product. It’s totally male domination fantasy, they don’t hide it, but there’s also a fucked up sort of “relationship” feeling between the three. Not healthy at all, but still kind of intimate. Two guys using her, but also caring in their own twisted way: they check if she’s still “comfortable” while double-penetrating her, like that magic word makes it all fine. The AI images are sometimes uneven, tits change shape a bit between scenes, hands look weird here and there, and for some reason I kept noticing the background more than I should. But that unpolished, slightly glitchy look also matches the vibe: like some cursed OnlyFans project that started innocent and then spiraled into full-on sex toy, anal, toys, multiple penetration chaos. I had this moment where she’s half dressed, being teased, and I realized I was silently hoping for an option where she flips it and starts using them instead. That option never came, obviously, and it annoyed me more than the little UI things or the missing transitions. Still, I clicked every single branching choice I could find. And then opened Twitter and acted like I was a normal person again.

You start as this kinda clueless guy dumped into a “totally not official” region, phone in one hand, half a chub in the other, and suddenly you’re supposed to be both monster trainer and professional horndog. The game plays it like a classic monster RPG, turn based fights and all, but every win feels more like you’re grinding Tinder than grinding levels. You throw balls at monsters, then five minutes later you’re throwing something else at Misty in a changing room. I was half expecting it to be all tease, but nope, it goes hard on the porn side. Big asses, big tits, tiny shorts, way too much bending over. Cynthia shows up with that smug “I know you’re staring at my boobs” energy, and the game absolutely rewards you for being a thirsty idiot. You can wander around like a sandbox, poke into houses you clearly shouldn’t, get sidetracked by some milf asking for “help with her Pokémon” who definitely does not mean her Pokémon. At one point I was supposed to go beat a gym and instead spent 30 minutes trying to trigger a specific sex scene with Nessa because someone on a Reddit thread said it was animated differently on the second try. They were right, by the way. Worth it.

The pickup line stuff hit me harder than I expected. You actually choose dialogue in some scenes, and it feels like speed dating with cheat codes turned off. One option is polite, one is horny, one is just straight up degenerate. I tested them like a weirdo doing field research. On Telegram I even sent screenshots to a language exchange buddy asking “does this line sound like a real fuckboy?” He said yes and I felt strangely proud. Sometimes being bold pays off and Misty basically jumps your dick in the locker after a battle. Other times you try something dirty on Dawn, and she goes “wow, creepy” and the scene turns colder, you still get sex later, but the vibe is different, more rough, less cuddly. It actually teaches you something weird about tone, even if the game itself is mostly about shoving your cock into every trainer with a pulse. The monsters are just there like foreplay excuses, beat one, unlock a new way to rail someone. I wish there was an option to mute the moaning without muting sound effects, but the game doesn’t care what I want and honestly that fits. At one point I forgot the main quest completely and just walked in circles trying new lines on Cynthia to see which one made her blush the most. Felt like using OkCupid in a fantasy world where every match wants to fuck you five minutes after small talk. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

Mr. SmallCockMC sounds like a joke name a drunk Discord server would come up with, but here it actually fits the whole vibe of the game weirdly well. You drop into this world as this average dude with a not-so-average problem in his pants, married to a wife who looks like she wandered out of a porn hub thumbnail: huge tits barely fitting in any of her tops, thick ass, soft belly, that kind of “I had kids but I got hotter” milf energy. And the game just leans on that. Hard. She walks around in clothes that are technically outfits but basically just invitations, and everyone around you notices way more than you do at first. Bartender staring down her cleavage, neighbor “accidentally” brushing against her ass, random guys drooling when she bends over. You’re this smaller dude trying to act normal while every scene screams “someone is going to fuck your wife.”

The fun is in how it slowly stops being just background teasing and turns into actual decisions for you. One moment you’re at a small house party, drinking beer, watching her laugh too hard at some dude’s joke. Next moment you’re in the kitchen, and she’s cornered between the fridge and this tall black guy, his hands on her hips, kissing her like he already owns that pussy. The game lets you watch, interrupt, pretend you don’t see, or, you know, lean on the doorframe like a creep while her lipstick smears on his cock when she drops to her knees. That first proper oral scene with her on the floor, gagging a bit, trying to keep eye contact with you while his dick actually fills her mouth bigger than anything you can give, hits way harder than I expected. I was sitting there with my mouse, half annoyed at the janky menu buttons, and still thinking “ok yeah, this is hot as fuck.” The UI looks like something someone set up in a weekend, but when she’s riding him on the couch, tits bouncing, your character awkwardly jerking off in the corner, you kinda forget the rough edges.

And yeah, the game is petty about size, in a funny way. Every time she pulls out another dude’s cock you almost hear the dev giggling. Thick shaft between her huge boobs while she squeezes them around him, your character looking tiny and useless. Later there’s a swap night with another couple where it goes from “sharing a few drinks” to “her moaning on top of the other husband while the wife straddles you and literally calls you cute instead of hot,” and that stings more than any stat screen. There’s even a scene with a very feminine “trap” character who looks better in stockings than your wife does, and of course your girl ends up pressed against them, kissing while you watch, then both of them grinding on some guy like they forgot you exist. Double penetration shows up too, in a way that almost feels like the game is bullying you personally: she’s pinned between two dudes, one in her pussy, one in her ass, big hands on her waist, and you’re the one holding a camera so they can “remember the night.” It’s kind of messed up, kind of hilarious, kind of hot. Like watching a long Pornhub playlist that accidentally got plot and humiliation mixed in. The art is still rough in spots, some faces look off, and sometimes the pacing feels like edging that goes too long, but when she’s standing half naked on a balcony letting some stranger grope her tits while traffic passes below, you forget all of that and just think “yeah, this guy really is Mr. SmallCock.”

New city, new gym, whole building full of girls with claws, tails, extra ears and way too much ass packed into tight sport shorts. You play the guy who owns the place, the “responsible” gym instructor who swears it’s a safe space and not a walking fetish trap, then the first thing you do is watch a sweaty lamia try to fit her giant snake body on a treadmill that was never built for that. The game just throws you into this weird cozy fantasy where every monster girl is pretending it’s just about fitness, while you and them keep eyeing those bouncing tits in the mirror like nobody notices. It feels like a normal gym management RPG at first: you plan sessions, pick training routines, mess with stats, keep an eye on money and equipment. Then you realize each session is basically an excuse to get closer and closer until your “stretching assistance” is just your hands sliding way too low on her hips while she pretends it’s part of the program.

What really got me hooked is how personal the training becomes. You are not just clicking “do squats”. You choose how hard you push them, if you praise or tease, if you focus on strength, stamina, or just making them feel sexy as hell in those tight sport uniforms. One time I decided to be super strict with a shy catgirl who kept hiding her huge chest under baggy clothes. I pushed her with brutal cardio, barely letting her rest. By the end she’s drenched, shirt stuck to her skin, nipples poking through, and she’s staring at you with that mix of “I hate you” and “please don’t stop”. Another time I did the opposite with a tall, smug cow girl. I kept giving her “breaks”, helping her stretch, holding her from behind while she bent over, letting my hands “accidentally” rest on her thick thighs. She knew what I was doing. She leaned her heavy tits back on my chest and asked if that counted as core training.

The sandbox part hits pretty hard. You control schedule, who gets attention, what parts of the gym you upgrade. Do you unlock more public areas where other monster girls can watch each other work out, all that voyeur energy, or do you focus on private rooms where the moans echo against the walls and no one complains? I like when the gym gets busy and you walk through the floor, just clicking on whoever catches your eye: a wolf girl doing squats, ass popping out of her shorts, tail twitching like she’s horny already; a slim bunny girl trying to keep up with heavy weights because she wants a rounder ass and you stand behind her, every rep pushing her closer to you; a proud demon girl who pretends she doesn’t care about “romance” but blushes like crazy when you praise her body. Sometimes the AI art looks a bit off if you stare too long, like an extra finger or weird angle, but honestly the sweat, the flushed faces, the giant tits straining against sports bras, it all sells the fantasy so hard I stopped caring.

There’s a romance angle, yeah, but it’s the obsessive kind if you play it like that. You can focus on one girl, stalk her routine, always being there to “help” only her, tuning her training just for your tastes. You make her stronger while also making sure her curves stay huge, and she starts relying on you emotionally, not just physically. Or you can be a slutty trainer, spreading your attention, making them all a bit too attached, jealous when they see you correcting someone else’s posture from behind. I liked when one of them walked in on me mid “private stretching” with another girl and the dialogue got all passive-aggressive, but nobody actually left. Just silence, heavy breathing, and you in the middle of all that monster girl drama, pretending you are still just a gym owner and not the biggest pervert in the building.