Apartment looks normal in the afternoon. Cheap rent, cracked wall, neighbor’s TV bleeding through the concrete, the usual city trash. Then the lights twitch once, your Spotify glitches, and suddenly you’ve got two naked ghosts in your living room arguing over who gets to sit on your lap first. The game just throws that at you, like, “yeah, this is fine.” They’re not the “booo I will kill you” type either. More like “I will ride your face and then maybe cry about my tragic past later.” You move back to your hometown thinking about CVs and boring job hunt hell, and instead you’re juggling spectral titties the size of your head and trying to remember which dialogue option raises which hidden stat. Honestly feels like Excel, but horny.

The daily loop is weirdly chill and horny at same time. You wake up, check your messages, maybe go out for a side gig to get some money, then come back to this cursed apartment where the real grind starts. One ghost leans into the shy, soft thing, boobs pressed against your back when you cook, acting like she “doesn’t know what a handjob is” while obviously knowing exactly how to milk your cock slow enough to make you beg. The other one? Gremlin energy. She floats upside down, skirt hanging, ass in your face, making fun of you for blushing while she wraps her toes around you and starts a footjob on the cheap sofa like it’s just another Tuesday. I had a moment where she literally popped through the wall while I was trying to sleep, sat on my chest, pinning me, and whispered in my ear that if I didn’t touch her she’d “haunt my balls.” That scene escalated into sloppy oral so fast I forgot I was supposed to be scared. The game calls itself horror, and yeah, some of the midnight events actually hit that creepy “why is the hallway longer than before” vibe, but then you’re groping a ghost’s huge tits in a dark bathroom while the mirror reflects nothing but your own hands. Honestly I got more scared of missing a route flag than of any jump scare.

The messy part is the sandbox structure. You kind of wander between work, random paranormal events, and slow unlocking of their “memories.” Each ghost has scenes gated behind affection, lust, and some mysterious value I still don’t fully get because I forgot to track one variable on my notes and now my spreadsheet looks like a crime board. One night you get a tender blowjob where she’s on her knees, drool running down your shaft while she tries to keep eye contact like it’s important for her soul or something, and the next night the same girl phases through the floor, grabs your dick from below the bed, and the game just calls it a “playful surprise.” I loved that. Actually, no, it annoyed me, because I could not figure out what time slot combo triggered it again. There is a tiny spirit thing that acts like a horny tutorial and lore dump, floating around telling you where to poke the curse, but half the time I ignored it and still got scenes to trigger, so I’m not even sure if it matters. Some routes feel polished, with multi-stage events, like the progression from clumsy handjob on the couch to her confidently riding you, tits bouncing so hard they clip through your view and you kind of forget it’s 2D, and other times you just get a short tease and nothing after. I kept waiting for more intense paranormal horror in the corridors, then got distracted because the busty ghost bent over the kitchen table and asked if you wanted to “test how solid her ass feels from behind.” So yeah. This apartment is a mess, the pacing is janky, the boobs are ridiculous, and I’m still counting flags like a nerd while getting sucked off by a dead girl who moans your name like you’re the only thing keeping her in this world.

Damn, I was expecting some polished AAI production but got this weird fever dream instead. The whole premise sounds like someone threw every popular waifu into a blender with vacation vibes - you got Hinata lounging by pools, Tsunade doing... well, Tsunade things, and somehow Makima ended up serving cocktails? The art's all over the place too, some CG looks decent while others feel rushed, but honestly that's part of the charm. You're this resort worker trying to bang basically every anime girl who ever made you question your life choices during puberty.

What gets me is how they just dumped everyone together without caring about continuity. Bulma's chatting with Nami about... resort management I guess? While Yor's doing her assassin thing but in a bikini. The dialogue ranges from surprisingly sweet romance attempts to straight-up "let's fuck behind the tiki bar" energy. Some scenes with Mitsuri actually made me feel things before immediately cutting to Nobara being aggressive as hell - gave me whiplash but not complaining. The sandbox elements let you wander around hitting on whoever, though the interaction system feels clunky. Sometimes clicking on Yoruichi just makes her repeat the same flirty line three times.

The sex scenes vary wildly - some are genuinely hot with decent buildup, others feel like they were animated by someone who learned anatomy from hentai exclusively. Shinobu's route surprised me with actual character development before the inevitable creampie finale. Meanwhile Makima's just... being Makima but horny, which works I guess? The whole thing feels unfinished in places, dialogue cuts off mid-sentence sometimes, but there's enough content to keep you busy. Just don't expect AAA polish when you're getting your rocks off to seeing Momo in situations that'd make her classmates blush.

Distance porn hits different when the whole game is literally just you, her, and this shitty little chat window that somehow ruins your evening in the best way. You play the guy who went away for work, but honestly it feels more like you’re trapped inside a horny Telegram thread where every choice is either “be a sweet husband” or “poke at something you’re not sure you wanna see.” It starts innocent enough: she sends a pic of her dinner, you joke, you flirt, it’s soft, kind of warm. Then the game quietly starts asking, ok, what if she dressed a little more slutty for you, what if she told you about that coworker in more detail, what if you encouraged her just a little. The whole thing is text and photos, no map, no walking around, just you constantly picking replies and waiting for that next photo like a degenerate refreshing WhatsApp. When she sends the first slightly risky selfie, low light, maybe bra strap showing, your brain goes “oh yeah, it’s starting” and at the same time “shit, am I really gonna push this?” Of course you push it. That’s the point.

The chat is where the game feels nasty in a good way. Some answers are super tender, like you’re writing cringe romance from high school, and some are just filthy, like “yeah, show me more, but maybe let him see too.” And yes, I said “him.” There’s this slow poison in how the messages are written: her stories about daily life start including this guy more often, casual mentions, tiny hints, like when she says “he helped me carry something heavy” and you get the option to laugh it off, get jealous, or do the worst thing and say “you should tease him for me.” When you hit those provocative options, it’s not instant porn. It drips. A hand on a shoulder in a photo. A dress that’s too short “by accident.” A mirror selfie where you know someone else took the picture, but she pretends not to say it. The AI-like art has this glossy, slightly uncanny vibe that weirdly fits the mood, like these are pictures she shouldn’t be sending to anyone, not even her husband. Sometimes a hand looks a little off or the background is weird and you’re like “ok, that plant is illegal in three countries” but your eyes are glued on her nipples anyway, so whatever. I had one run where I tried to keep it pure, picking all the loving answers, being the perfect guy, and somehow it felt even dirtier when she still slipped you that suggestive pic “just for fun.” Not sure if the game is judging me or if I’m just projecting.

There is a point in the middle where the pacing kind of drags, like the game knows you’re here for the fucked-up voyeur stuff and still makes you talk about laundry and groceries for ten screens. It’s realistic, yeah, couples do that, but my dick didn’t care about the price of tomatoes. I almost closed the tab, but then she sends this grainy bathroom mirror shot, just a towel, wet hair, and a tiny reflection of someone behind the frosted glass. Might be nothing. Might not. And suddenly those boring messages feel like set-up. The writing leans hard on that “did she mean that?” feeling, especially when you choose the more permissive replies and she starts asking things like “you don’t mind if I dress sexy around others, right?” or “would it turn you on if someone looked at me the way you do?” You can steer it into straight-up cheating or keep it in that twisted fantasy zone where you’re the one pushing her to the edge while pretending your hands are clean. The game doesn’t pop up a disclaimer or scold you, it just gives you more pictures, more suggestive framing, more texts where she sounds confused and horny and a little too excited to share details. Porn wise, it gets explicit, no teasing fade-outs: tits, pussy, cum, awkward angles like she really snapped them in a hurry. Some scenes feel like they were made to be screenshotted and saved in a hidden folder, others look messy in a surprisingly honest way, like drunk sexting that went too far. By the time another man’s presence in those photos stops being just “maybe” and turns into “ok, that’s his hand for sure,” you’re not even shocked, you’re just scrolling, choosing answers, and quietly asking yourself when exactly you lost control. You probably never had it.

TableTop BornStar is that kind of filth that pretends to be a respectable “board game experiment” and then just drags you into a slow, dirty corruption trip where you end up clicking “yes” to things you swore you wouldn’t. You’re this washed-up talent agent stuck in his office with an ankle bracelet, basically a horny goblin in a cheap suit, and you’ve got Mary Jane on the phone and in your cams, this adorable country girl who thinks Hollywood is about “art” and “dreams” and has no idea what cumshot even means yet. Every turn is dice and cards and little choices that feel small, like “take this photoshoot” or “meet this producer” or “try this new ‘acting exercise’ that just happens to involve a vibrator under the table”. Then ten turns later she’s doing anal for a low-budget indie “thriller” and you’re like, ok, maybe that one friendly massage suggestion was the start of a very long fall. It’s fun how the management side is just enough to feel like you’re actually running some crooked porn empire from your phone while you’re on the toilet, checking stats like “fame” and “innocence” and “kink” like it’s a spreadsheet, except the spreadsheet moans and asks if you like her new lingerie.

What really got me addicted is how the game keeps throwing you these decisions that sound sweet or romantic, then immediately gives you a way nastier branch if you’re in the mood to be a complete bastard. You can play the nice manager, hold her hand (and yeah, later, more than hand) and try to keep things “classy”, take her on slow-burn romance scenes, oral under the desk, soft cuddling after a creampie, all that fake Hollywood love story vibe. Or you can push her into exhibitionist gigs where she’s stripping in a cheap club with drunk assholes grabbing her big ass, backstage masturbation sessions just to “relax before the take”, weird board game events where a card suddenly lets you suggest a lesbian scene with her roommate and the only thing stopping you is your own conscience, which you probably left at the title screen. I had one run where she started in this cute sundress, barely kissing anyone, next thing she’s on a casting couch with three guys, toys involved, you’re watching from a camera like some happy little voyeur, and the game just shrugs like, “Hey, you rolled the card.” Then another run I tried to be more caring, focused on romance, and still somehow ended up with pregnancy drama and her asking if you’ll stay with her while she’s rubbing her belly and offering you a footjob because “you helped her so much”. Completely fucked up in the best way.

What I didn’t expect is how funny it is sometimes. There’s these stupid jokes about Hollywood, failed movies, directors who think they’re geniuses because they added one artsy black-and-white sex scene, and your character is just roasting everyone while also setting up gangbang auditions. The humor kind of hides how rough some choices are. One card event I got had Mary Jane doing a “serious” acting workshop which turns into blindfolded “trust exercises”, and the sound of the dice roll made me way more nervous than it should. Speaking of sounds, the audio is surprisingly decent: little gasps when you push her too far, slaps during spanking scenes that feel almost too real on headphones, wet sucking during oral that made me close other tabs fast so nobody hears. I wish there was a bit more variety in some moans, sometimes they loop in a way that made me think my browser bugged out, but I still kept playing, so whatever. The animated bits are short, kind of rough, but that fits the late 90s Hollywood trash vibe, like watching old bootleg porn tapes someone recorded over daytime TV. And those multiple endings sneak up on you: one time she was broken, fully corrupted and still smiling on red carpets, another time she was this successful “serious actress” who secretly sends you nudes between shoots, and I’m pretty sure there’s at least one path where you actually don’t ruin her completely, but I keep accidentally pulling cards with sex toys and group sex offers, so maybe I’m the problem, not the game.

You start as this kinda broke, half‑sleeping journalism student who thinks he’s just chasing some dumb campus rumor, and then suddenly you’re knee‑deep in a blackmail mess where everyone’s horny, half‑guilty and way too hot to be real. It feels like opening a boring Google Doc for class and finding porn screenshots hidden between the paragraphs. One minute you’re asking normal interview questions, next minute a girl is “accidentally” spreading her legs in the library while pretending not to notice, and you’re choosing whether to keep it cool or lean into the pervy energy. The whole thing plays like a dating sim that got drunk and fell into a fetish forum. You bounce around the campus, coffee shop, staff rooms and weird quiet corners in this sandbox routine, chasing leads, sending risky messages, and trying not to jerk off every time the game tosses in a new explicit CG that looks a little too much like something generated at 3x strength on some AI art app.

The four main girls each pull you in a different way, and they’re messy in a very human way. Rina hits you with that “I don’t care about you, idiot” tsundere act, then five clicks later she’s pressing you against a wall and daring you to look her in the eyes while she strokes you off in some half‑lit corridor where anyone could walk in. She calls you a pervert while blushing hard, and then later blackmails you with your own dick pics you stupidly left in chat. Kira is the brainy one, all logic and spreadsheets, helping you track victims and suspects like she’s building a case file in Notion, but her mouth says “professional partner” while her hands wander under the desk, slipping into your pants mid‑conversation about motives. She’ll break down a pattern in the blackmail messages, then casually ask if you’ve ever let a futa girl use your throat like a toy. Sofie at the coffee shop is that chaotic energy. She flirts for tips, remembers your order, and suddenly you’re in the storage room with your pants around your ankles, her tongue sliding slow while she jokes about giving “premium customer service.” She’ll send you a selfie later, bra pushed up, asking if you’re masturbating to it right now. And Mila, the teacher, has that dangerous vibe: soft voice, strict eyes, and this way of stepping way too close when she’s “interrogating” you about the case. Half the time she looks like she wants to fail you; the other half she looks like she wants to bend you over her desk and see how good you scream when she doesn’t let you finish.

What surprised me is how the humor and the dirty stuff keep tripping over each other. One scene you’re grilling a suspect about anonymous blackmail texts, and the next scene you’re helping a girl compose her own anonymous message that’s literally just her teasing she’s not wearing panties in the classroom. There’s this whole exhibition streak running through it: girls flashing you in public spaces, blowjobs in risky corners, forcing you to keep your voice down while they ride you in a room that’s way too close to other people. Some of the AI‑generated CGs look wild, like the hands are a bit cursed or a boob’s angle is kinda off, and I liked it more because of that. It feels raw, like a horny sketchbook, not some polished corporate porn. You’re constantly choosing whether to be sweet, manipulative, romantic, or just absolutely filthy. Sometimes your “good guy” answer somehow leads to even kinkier payoff, which is funny and a bit fucked up. You can go from awkward first kiss to swallowing cum in a bathroom stall in like ten clicks, then sit in your dorm later staring at your in‑game phone, wondering if you should send that risky text that might turn into blackmail power over her or backfire and put your nudes in someone else’s hands. The game doesn’t really care if you play lover, perv, or amateur detective; it just keeps tossing situations where romance, threats, and sex tangle together until you forget if you’re solving the case or just using it as excuse to watch beautiful disasters of girls fall apart on your dick in every wrong place possible.

Summoning a demon for revenge sounds cool in theory, right? You light some candles from Dollar Store, mumble a half-remembered chant you found on some shady forum, and expect a dramatic but classy spirit to show up and help you screw over your enemies. Instead, this game hands you a horny vengeance demon who absolutely did not get the memo about “professional boundaries”. You play as this poor human guy who clearly thought he was in some edgy occult story, but the second that circle lights up, it turns into something way closer to “I accidentally ordered a sex-obsessed monster from hell and it’s not accepting refunds”. The tone is very “this was supposed to be scary, why is he licking my neck and asking about my taste in guys”.

What I really like is that the demon isn’t just a generic muscle dude with horns slapped on. He looks wrong in a hot way. Eyes a little too sharp, posture too confident, smile just on the edge of predatory. He’s got this vibe where he talks about tearing out someone’s soul, then immediately pivots into teasing the protagonist about being “tempted already, aren’t you?”. The game keeps mixing violence talk and sexual stuff, like he describes revenge as if it’s foreplay, and sometimes it is actually hard to tell if he wants to rip the bully apart or watch the bully fuck you until you cry, for “punishment”. There are a couple scenes where he sits too close and touches a bit too long, and the art really sells that feeling of “I should not be turned on by this, but I am”. When his claws rest on the MC’s throat during a “friendly” chat, yeah, that detail stays in your head.

The writing leans into the gay tension without pretending it’s healthy. This is not soft-boy BL. The protagonist is in over his head and the demon knows it and enjoys it. There are lines like “You called me here to hurt them, but look at you, already trembling from my fingers. Maybe you were the real offering.” He says stuff like that while dragging his claws over bare skin and you just know it will leave marks later. The game doesn’t jump into instant sex; it teases, presses, corners. The first time the MC wakes up with the demon in his bed, half shifted, tail coiled around his leg, hand low on his stomach, that’s the turning point where it stops being “oops, magic went wrong” and becomes “I belong to something not human and he’s enjoying breaking me in”. The sex when it finally happens is intense and rough, full of that “you asked for this” dirty talk that borders on humiliating. The demon treats the MC like both toy and worshipper, grabs his hair, forces eye contact, uses strength he clearly doesn’t need, drags out his orgasm until he’s crying, then casually reminds him that their pact isn’t finished yet. If you like your yaoi with claws, teeth, possessive monsters and a protagonist who gradually gives in to it all, this hits that exact spot where fear and arousal tangle up so much you can’t see the line anymore.

You run this tiny magic shop crammed between two other buildings that look like they’re about to fall apart, and honestly the place feels more like a porn stash with shelves than some noble wizard workshop. Bottles with glowing liquids, cursed trinkets, scrolls that clearly no one reads, and then these four big walking trouble magnets keep drifting in and out like they half live there. They kinda do. Wolf mercenary who smells like sweat and steel, tiger knight polishing his armor like he’s posing for a calendar, bear wizard that looks soft but has that slow, dirty smile, and a dragon shaman who talks like everything is “spiritual” while his eyes crawl over your body. You’re supposed to be the owner, the “normal” guy, but the game doesn’t even pretend you’re normal. From the first time you catch the wolf in the back room, paw halfway down his pants while he’s pretending to check crossbow bolts, you know where this is going. It plays like a dating sim that got drunk, stumbled into a fantasy RPG, then forgot to finish the combat system because it was too busy staring at big asses and bulges under armor. You open the shop, click through customers, do the usual buy low sell high stuff, but half the fun is ignoring all that and watching which of your four walking fetishes decides to hang around that day.

The voyeur stuff sneaks in so naturally that it feels like you’re the perv, not the dev. Tiny things. Tiger knight comes back from a “patrol”, goes to the side room to take off his plate armor. You get a little notification that the door is “slightly open”. You don’t have to peek. The game does not force you. Of course you peek. Inside, it switches to 2D CG and he’s facing away, that striped tail flicking while he bends down, fat ass framed by that tight undershirt that’s rolled up just enough to show lower back fur and a hint of crack. You can stay there, just watching him peel off layers, muscles moving under the fur, the outline in his underwear getting heavier. There’s even a moment he pauses, tilts his head like he hears something, and if you stay too long he turns, stares right at “the camera” and his smirk changes depending on how far you pushed your relationship earlier. I got the version where he steps closer, grabs his junk and gives this lazy squeeze, like “since you’re spying anyway, don’t pretend you’re shy”. I swear I was sitting with my phone like I got caught in real life. And the game knows you’re jerking it on the other side of the screen. It gives you these short, sharp h scenes, not huge walls of text, but focused: heavy breathing, rustle of cloth, low growls, little bits of dirty talk that feel like they were written by someone who actually masturbates, not some PG-13 writer. The dragon shaman one where he’s “purifying” a charm with his hand under his robe is just filthy. You see the robe move, his throat bobbing, claws tensing, and if you tap at the wrong time he stops and whispers that you’re “disturbing the ritual” which is just rude because he’s the one stroking himself behind the shop shelves.

It’s kinda fun that travel still matters. You pack up with whichever guy you want, head to some ruin or forest or weird temple, do a bit of simple adventure stuff, then at camp it becomes pure thirst. There was this night run I did with the wolf merc where we took a job too far out just so I could trigger his tent event. We clear some bandit nonsense, collect loot, nothing fancy. At camp, he says he’ll “keep watch”. Game gives you the option to sleep or “check the perimeter”. Of course I mess with the perimeter. You walk just far enough to see him sitting on a rock, pants open, stroking that thick cock while looking at the stars like it’s some romantic gesture. No music, just chirping insects, his low panting and a wet sound that made me fumble the phone. I liked that it lets you either stay hidden and just watch him finish, cum dripping on his abs while he grunts and relaxes, or go up to him, which turns it into a direct scene with more teasing and some mutual touching. Both feel different enough that I actually reloaded like a degenerate to see them. The only thing that annoyed me was the mobile UI being a bit fiddly at the bottom of the screen, my stupid thumb kept hitting the wrong response when things got spicy, like the game knows when I’m one-handed. Also I’m still mad that the bear wizard’s big ass always gets framed beautifully in the bath CG but never quite fully nude from the angle I want, like he’s doing this on purpose to torture me. But the way each guy has their own pace, from the knight pretending to be noble while clearly turned on by being watched, to the dragon calling your masturbation “another form of trance”, makes the whole thing feel like you’re running a sex-charged little back alley den where everyone acts holy until someone bends over to pick up a potion and suddenly all the air is gone.

You start as literally nobody in this thing. Not a legendary kid spy, not some overpowered hentai protagonist, just some random dude who suddenly gets handed the keys to the most chaotic KND base and told “yeah, you’re in charge now.” Which is already funny, because your MC looks more like the guy who manages Discord servers than a leader of elite child agents. The Moonbase people treat you like a mix of intern and boss, and that weird vibe feeds straight into the corruption angle. One moment you’re pretending to care about missions and debrief reports, the next moment you’re figuring out how to turn uniform checks into “strip inspections” without getting instantly kicked out the airlock.

The sandbox structure is the real hook here. You wander the base, poke your nose into different sectors, and every room feels like a chance to be a pervert in a slightly different flavor. Training schedules, duty rosters, morale stats, approval points, those all pretend to be serious systems, but they’re basically just excuses to push the girls further and further. You send one squad to a pointless “stealth drill” that is clearly just a setup so you can catch them changing into cosplay gear for a fake operation. You manage budgets, but the big question is: new gadgets for missions, or a “special” wardrobe full of tight tops, too-short skirts, and those ridiculous skin-tight spy suits with the zipper that never seems to stay all the way up. This is management like in old Kairosoft games, but horny and very not safe for work.

The voyeur stuff is everywhere if you go looking for it. You can abuse the cameras system and just sit in your office like a perv, clicking through feeds while the girls think they’re alone. Shower room, locker room, training hall, even one corner storage where two of them sneak off to make out when they think no one watches. That first time you catch one girl bending over with her huge tits squeezed into that kiddie-style t-shirt, and the fabric rides up so just a bit of underboob shows, you realize the dev cares about angles more than realism. You can upgrade surveillance, which sounds boring, but higher level cams mean closer zoom when she “doesn’t notice” she left her bra on the bench. Or maybe she does notice. Depends how you’ve been training her.

Corruption and trainer elements are where the game gets really dirty. You start giving small “accidental” touches. A hand on the shoulder that slides too low. Quick gropes during combat drills “to correct stance.” If her discipline is still high, she’ll complain and you might get punished or lose rank, so there is actual risk here, not just click and fap. But if you focus on breaking her slowly, using private one-on-one “performance reviews,” catching her in minor failures and trading silence for favors, she starts letting things pass. First she just tolerates the contact. Later, she blushes but moves closer. Eventually, you can have her straddling your lap in the command chair while alarms go off in the background, grinding her big ass into you while pretending she cares about the tactical map. That shift feels earned, even if it’s messed up.

What I like is how the game makes you juggle the heroic front with your horny brain. You still send teams on missions, manage resources, try not to get the base shut down by adults. But you keep nudging them into more “experimental” uniforms with exposed midriffs or suspiciously open backs. You invent a “stealth training” that is literally one girl forced to sneak around the base in nothing but panties and a mask, with you watching every failed roll and punishing each mistake with spanking in front of the other girls. Some scenes get really mean: you can pressure one character into public humiliation, making her strip in the hangar while other agents pretend not to watch, though the camera does not pretend at all. And then the game suddenly throws a soft moment where two girls fool around together in some storage room, exploring each other clumsily while plotting how to impress you. That little lesbian detour is handled like a side event, almost casual, and then the next day you’re using what you saw to blackmail them.

There is a cosplay angle that just keeps escalating, too. At first it’s fake disguises for missions, like “underwear model to lure enemy agents.” But then you unlock outfits that feel straight from DeviantArt fanart: bunny suit “in case we infiltrate arcades,” magical girl “for morale,” that kind of nonsense. You can assign which girl wears what, and then give “feedback,” which of course means hands on their bodies, lifting skirts, pulling straps, pretending to “check for bugs” while your fingers slide under the fabric. One time I sent a squad to briefing in full fetish uniforms and nobody in-universe questioned it, which is probably a bug but honestly made the scene better.

The game is rough in some places. Menus feel like they were thrown together after a caffeine crash, tooltips vanish too fast, and sometimes the text just forgets which rank you have and calls you something else mid-dialogue. Also the spanking sound effect is weirdly soft, like hitting a pillow instead of a big round ass, and it started to annoy me more than it should. Some rooms feel empty for a long time, like they exist just so future updates can stuff more depravity inside. But then you hit a scene where you corner one agent in the observation deck, the Earth big in the window behind her, her tits pressed against the glass while you grope and harass her until she’s whimpering and still pretending this is “training,” and you kinda forget the UI ever annoyed you. The whole thing plays like a horny kid’s memory of that old cartoon mixed with the brain of a bored adult who figured out how to weaponize promotion systems and daily check-ins into pure sexual control. It’s trashy in a very specific, very deliberate way, and it knows exactly what it is, even when it pretends to be about saving the world.

Grand Butt-Sex Hotel feels like the kind of game teenage me always dreamed about finding on some shady Flash site, except now it actually runs smooth on my phone and doesn’t crash when the good part starts. You play this kinda hapless dude who walks into this fancy hotel thinking “oh cool, job, money, normal life maybe” and instead you get thrown into a place where the managers and guests are mostly tall smug futa ladies with thick thighs, huge tits and way too much money, who look at you like you’re a walking stress toy. The whole vibe is luxury mixed with porn parody, like someone mashed a five-star resort with one of those cursed hentai doujins you pretend you “found by accident”. You’re basically staff and chew-toy at the same time. One second you’re talking politely at the front desk, the next a classy futa businesswoman is pushing you against the counter and making you suck her cock while the elevator dings in the background. The game treats that as completely normal, which is honestly kinda funny and hot at same time.

What really hit my nostalgia brain is how the humor and horny stuff are glued together. The dialogue is full of dumb jokes, weird “rich people fetish” lines, and that slightly awkward English that somehow makes the dirty talk work better. There’s this scene where a petite “trap” guest shows up looking cute and shy, then calmly pulls out a suitcase full of toys and asks if you’re “hotel-certified” for anal service, like it’s spa menu item. You get the dating sim vibe, picking how polite or thirsty your responses are, and it actually changes how hard they ride you later. One futa with a giant ass teases you for being “vanilla” if you only go for oral, then drags you to her room, bends you over the bed and you feel like you’re signing a contract with your asshole. Some of the animations are nicely timed with the moans, especially the oral shots where your head is bobbing and her balls tap your chin, but then sometimes a loop will reset at a weird moment and my brain just goes “why did her hips teleport”. And the loading between scenes on mobile Chrome lagged right during a blowjob payoff, which annoyed me more than it should, but I still kept playing, because of course I did.

The hotel setting lets them throw in all kinds of guests: tall dark-skinned futa with big tits who treats you like a room amenity, some smug white CEO type who wants you on your knees under the table during “business calls”, a nerdy girl with glasses who secretly has the thickest cock and uses a vibrating toy in your ass while she scrolls on her phone, barely looking at you. There are races mixed, body types, a lot of big asses pressing you into fancy sheets. Sometimes the female domination goes pretty hard, like humiliating dirty talk while they make you lick their shaft clean after anal, and other times it’s oddly sweet, like a futa patting your head after using you and tipping you like a good bellboy. It’s funny, because the game pretends to be this outrageous fetish buffet, but the thing that stuck with me most was one quiet moment in a hallway, where you’re exhausted, cum probably still dripping somewhere, and a guest just smirks, adjusts her bulge, and tells you she booked you for “wake-up service” tomorrow. That tiny little line hit way harder in my head than half the loud scenes. Also, the hotel lobby music slaps in the weirdest way. I caught myself humming it while opening TikTok, which is completely wrong for this kind of game and now my brain is cursed forever.

Black Balance Collapse feels like someone took a messy relationship group chat and just left you alone with it while everything goes to shit in slow motion. You’re basically living inside Lucas’s phone, watching his world shrink to a green WhatsApp bubble and those fake-perfect Instagram squares while his girl Frida starts getting way too comfortable in a neighborhood she clearly wasn’t ready for. No long intro, you’re just there, scrolling messages, reacting, overthinking every emoji she sends, and comparing yourself to a bunch of huge dudes you barely even see at first, but you feel them in every line of text. They’re taller, darker, more confident, more broke-but-chill than you, and the game keeps poking that insecurity until it hurts a bit.

What got me is how horny and pathetic it feels at the same time. You see Frida posting thirst-trappy photos, a bit more skin each time, a new comment from one of the guys, maybe a DM that pops up just off-screen, and your brain instantly goes “she’s getting dick right now” even when nothing explicit happened yet. Then, later, it does happen. Or maybe it doesn’t, depending on how you play, but the tension is already there. There’s a scene where you’re reading their conversation and she “forgets” to tell you she went to hang out with them again, late, and the chat bubble just hangs there while the music is doing that chill lo-fi beat, like something from those 24/7 YouTube study streams, only here you’re not studying, you’re waiting to find out if your girl is getting stretched on some nasty old couch. The soundtrack is too calm for the shit that’s going on, and I actually like that. It makes the corruption feel slow, like rust, not like porn logic.

Sex scenes aren’t just “click and fap”. You get the voyeur feeling hard. Sometimes Lucas gets a pic, sometimes just a line like “they were joking about me” and your imagination fills in way worse stuff than the CG actually shows. There’s dirty talk over the phone, her describing what they did, or him listening to some audio she “accidentally” sends. Interracial angle is not subtle at all. They’re black, they’re big, they know it, and Lucas is just this average dude counting bills and wondering if he’ll ever make her moan like that again. You get anal, oral, all the usual, but what sticks is when she starts enjoying the attention way too much and you still click the option to trust her, like an idiot. Or you lean into it, push the corruption stat, and watch her go from shy girlfriend to exhibitionist who doesn’t really bother to hide her cheating anymore, even posing for Instagram like it’s normal to have those bruised thighs and tired smile after “a long night with friends”. NTR being avoidable is funny, because the game keeps tempting you to fuck up your own peace of mind, and half the time you’re horny enough to let it happen. And yeah, sometimes I wished the phone UI had one more little sound effect on message popups, some tiny detail like that, but whatever, I’m still thinking of that one scene where she’s on video call, lights low, hand between her legs, telling you she misses you while you both know exactly whose cum is still dripping out of her.