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.

Beast Boy's always been the comic relief of the Titans, right? Well, this visual novel takes that green shapeshifter and throws him into situations where his animal instincts aren't exactly PG-rated anymore. The whole "embracing his animal side" thing gets pretty literal when you're making choices about how far he'll push his powers with the ladies around him. And by ladies, I mean basically every female character from DC you can think of - Harley Quinn's there doing her crazy thing, Supergirl's got that innocent act going until she doesn't, and don't even get me started on what happens when Poison Ivy shows up. The corruption mechanics work through Beast Boy's transformations, where different animal forms unlock different... let's call them "interaction options" with each character.

What caught me off guard was how the game handles the power dynamics. Sometimes Beast Boy's the one calling the shots, using his abilities to get what he wants, but then you'll hit a scene where someone like Catwoman flips the script entirely and suddenly he's the one getting dominated. The lactation scenes with Power Girl were completely unexpected - like, who thought of that combination? But somehow it works in this weird universe they've created. The AI-generated artwork is hit or miss though, sometimes the proportions get absolutely ridiculous even by comic book standards, and Beast Boy's face occasionally looks like he's having an existential crisis mid-transformation.

The multiple endings thing is where it gets interesting because your choices about which animal forms to use actually matter for the story branches. Go full predator mode and you get the darker corruption routes, stick to gentler animals and you unlock the more romantic paths. Though honestly, the line between "romantic" and "completely fucked up" gets pretty blurry when tentacles are involved. The Raven storyline especially goes places that made me question my own kinks, but in a good way? Maybe? Look, if you're into transformation stuff and DC parodies, just prepare for some wild rides.

Imagine a horny trivia night where every question you answer wrong sends you into a different timeline and every “bonus round” is actually someone riding your dick or your face. That’s kind of how this game feels. One moment you’re this broke nobody in modern time, jerking off at home and trying not to think about how useless you are, then suddenly some crazy AI thing wants to delete the whole universe and now you’re time skipping between a medieval kingdom, a neon sci‑fi hellscape and your pretty normal city, collecting tits, trouble and trauma like Pokémon. Except these Pokémon sit on your face, call you “pet” and make you pay their rent by turning your stats and their holes into profit. The story pretends you’re the chosen one, but you always feel more like the idiot who just happened to be standing closest to the big red button labeled “world ending bullshit, press here.” Somehow that works.

What actually hooked me was how the horny stuff and the “ok I need to actually think” stuff are tangled together. You wanna rail the witch with the huge ass in the medieval castle? Great, but she wants proof you can survive the dungeon first, so off you go, bumbling through corridors, managing your health, trying not to get clapped by monster girls who look like they crawled out of someone’s very specific tags list. One of them literally had you on your knees with her foot on your chest, toes stroking your cock while she messes with your head, whispering that you’re just a toy in her dungeon. It’s half combat encounter, half humiliation fetish and you kind of forget which part you’re supposed to be “winning.” Then in the future era you’re managing a brothel like it’s a fucked up version of Football Manager. You set shifts, choose which girl teases which client, worry about corruption levels, unlock new services, suddenly realize you’ve min-maxed your way into running a time traveling prostitution empire. There’s even that awkward first time thing with one of the virgins in the school arc, where the game doesn’t shy away from it being clumsy and weird before it gets hot. She’s jerking you off badly at first, nervous as hell, then after a few scenes she’s got your cock between her tits, tongue on the tip, making that stupid ahegao face and you’re like “ok, yeah, character development.” And all the while this AI VOID thing is in the background, like a DM who keeps reminding you that the universe is dying while you’re busy getting a sloppy blowjob behind a tavern. Honestly, I came for the big tits and stayed because I was lowkey panicking about breaking the timeline while creampie-ing a princess in public in front of half the city. And yeah, that sentence makes sense if you’ve played it.

This one feels like someone took a marriage counseling session, set it on fire, and then kept all the sex parts. You’re not playing some generic harem hero here, you’re the husband who keeps smiling while his stomach slowly knots up, watching his “perfect” wife get more and more curious about things that definitely weren’t in the church vows. The game doesn’t rush it. At first it’s just small stuff: lingering stares from guys with way too much confidence, “innocent” touches that go on one second too long, her laughing a bit too hard at some other dude’s joke. The humiliation is soft at the start, like background noise: a hand on her lower back, a “friendly” hug, the way you stand there pretending this is all fine while your brain screams. Then it escalates. Of course it does.

As an accessibility nerd, this VN made me swear at my screen more than once. Ren’Py can give pretty basic comfort tools, but here half of them feel like afterthought. Text size is okay, not great. On my Steam Deck I had to lean in to read some dialogue because the color contrast with certain backgrounds is trash. The settings are there, but it’s like the dev just dropped the default menu and went “yeah, good enough.” No simple high contrast mode, no bold option, skip settings a bit clumsy. Keyboard navigation technically works, but if you’re used to stuff like Twine projects that respect your tab key, this will annoy you. I spent like ten minutes trying to use just keyboard and finally said screw it and grabbed the mouse. On mobile Chrome, pinching to zoom is clunky with the UI frames. Also, who puts tiny tooltips on a porn game? I’m not here to squint at icons wondering what they do. On the other hand, the choice prompts are pretty clear visually, and at least the text is not super thin or weird fancy font. Very middle ground. Like they almost care about accessibility, then got horny and forgot.

Anyway, the actual meat of the story is all about NTR and corruption, and the game is not shy. If you’re one of those people who likes “soft NTR where nothing truly happens,” this is not that. The wife doesn’t just flirt; she slides into this world where monsters, “friends,” strangers, and guys who look like they walked out of a gym fetish subreddit all get their turn testing how far her halo can slip. There are big asses everywhere, and the art is honest about it. No delicate shy cheeks, more like “holy shit, that thing is a shelf” while hands grab and squeeze and spread. The monsters scenes are extra filthy because the dev really leans into the wrongness: size difference, claws on skin, that “I know I should stop but I can’t” face. Interracial stuff is front and center too, and the game really plays on that tension: the husband watching tall, hung guys claim what he thought was “his,” and he tries to cope like it’s one of those netorase fantasies where he’s in on it. Except he’s clearly not. He’s sweating, overthinking, pretending this is “for her pleasure” while the scenes are framed just enough to make you feel his fear of being replaced. Sometimes she asks him what he thinks, and the choices don’t let you magically stop the NTR. You just pick what flavor of helpless you want. It’s nasty, in the good way if your stomach likes that tight, sick, horny mix. Groping is constant: crowded tavern, carriage rides, “accidental” touches that become a full-on hand under her clothes. She resists less each time, and that slide into corruption feels believable, almost scary, like watching a friend you know slowly choose the worst option every time.

Playing it like a therapist is weirdly satisfying. You watch this dude rationalize his own cuckold fantasy into existence, then lose control of it. The UI could make that experience smoother for people with low vision or motor issues, but here we are. If you want to squeeze every filthy drop out of it, I suggest this: turn auto-forward on, slow it down a bit so you’re forced to sit with his pain, not just click through to the money shots; avoid skipping scenes, even if they feel “slow”; and when the wife starts enjoying other hands a little too much, don’t try to look away. Let the shame soak. That’s the whole point.

Astra is exactly that kind of heroine who looks like she belongs in some stiff royal propaganda painting, then opens her mouth and talks like a horny theatre kid who just discovered freedom and lube at the same time. She bolts from her golden cage, lands on this supposedly “remote” island that feels more like a traveling circus mixed with a cabaret and a burlesque tent, and just decides, yeah, I’m a performer now, and also I’m going to fuck whoever catches my eye. The game leans really hard into this traveling-show vibe: backstage drama, improvised acts, horny fans, jealous partners, that awkward moment when your “public performance” accidentally turns way too literal because the monster girl with the big tits misheard the stage direction. There’s this one scene where Astra is trying to rehearse something serious, like political speech level serious, and suddenly the script turns into a dirty poem about her ass halfway through, because of a text mini-game that you kind of flubbed. And she just rolls with it. The crowd goes wild. She blushes, then doubles down and starts describing how she wants to ride a furry mercenary in front of everyone. That’s kind of the whole tone: messy, horny, and surprisingly self-aware about what it is.

What I really enjoyed, as a language nerd, is how the erotic dialogue is half elegant, half absolute trash in the best way. You have Astra saying stuff like “I renounce the crown, I choose my own pleasure” right before she’s getting railed by some huge monster with too many muscles and just enough manners to ask where he can finish. There’s a lot of fun with code switching: royal talk during foreplay, then she drops into full slut mode once the clothes fly off. Some lines clearly came from someone thinking in another language first, which I like a lot. You get these slightly weird metaphors like “your cock is beating at my entrance like a war drum” and it accidentally hits way harder than generic porn talk. The animated sex scenes match that vibe: they’re not trying to be super realistic, they’re just hungry, kinda theatrical. Astra has this enormous ass that the camera absolutely worships, and the game knows very well why half the people are here. The furry designs go all in on curves and fluff, especially when monster girls show up and start comparing whose tits are heavier while you’re deciding which one to help “warm up” before the show. There is one annoying thing: sometimes the choice-heavy system pretends you have ten paths, but a couple times it loops you back to the same scene, like the game’s winking at you and saying yeah, you’re fucking the princess anyway, stop pretending you want to be pure. I wish some of the combat bits mattered more for the sex outcomes, but whatever, I’m already too busy replaying the scene where Astra taunts a pissed-off marquis in full costume, then kneels in front of a “monster” on stage and sucks him off as political theatre while the crowd roars like this is the new constitution.

A lonely, overweight, bald adult NEET lives a repetitive, empty life of endless gaming, junk food, and isolation. His only source of real emotion comes from playing online games with the only online friend he has.

One ordinary day, that online friend suddenly appears at his door! And it turns out that all this time his online friend was (grasp) a woman! It's Uzaki Hana, and she wants to hang out!​

"Shackles of Ellswyn" is A FutaDom and Chastity focused visual novel where you are a university student, sucked into an alternate world of dominant, well-endowed women who each want you to be their personal anal pet.​

This release of the game is still early in the development of the project, but includes:
-Voice acting
-Toggleable and customizable JOI
-Image Gallery
-Scene Skipper after one playthrough
-full unique soundtrack
-Gorgeous fully illustrated scenes

You come to Heart City to confess to your crush, only to be rejected. A chance encounter with a bubbly girl from your past pulls you into city adventures, love lessons, and bad decisions, as you work up the courage to try again. But will your heart stay the course, or fall for the unexpected?

"Heartbreak Detour" is the third episode of 'Heart City Stories', an anthology of episodic standalone VNs chronicling the love, friendship, passion, and heartbreaks of various characters living in a city thriving in arts and culture, nicknamed Heart City.

It is not necessary to play 'Friendly Favours' and 'Office Rivals' to follow the story of "Heartbreak Detour".

Alright so this My Hero Academia parody thing caught me completely off guard. Like, I went in expecting some basic fanservice nonsense but ended up spending way too much time figuring out how to properly "counsel" Rumi Usagiyama without her kicking my virtual teeth in. The rabbit hero's got this whole tsundere energy mixed with straight-up predator vibes that honestly makes zero sense but somehow works? One minute she's calling you a weakling, next she's grinding against your lap during what's supposed to be a professional therapy session. The AI-generated artwork looks decent enough for what it is, though Midnight's proportions are absolutely ridiculous even by anime standards.

What really gets me is how the dialogue system actually matters here. You can't just mash through conversations hoping for the lewdest option - these heroines will shut you down hard if you come on too strong too fast. Mirko especially seems programmed to test whether you're actually paying attention to her personality quirks or just trying to speedrun to the sex scenes. When I finally unlocked her bedroom scene after like an hour of carefully balanced flirting and psychological manipulation, the payoff felt genuinely earned instead of just handed to me. Though honestly the handjob animations could use some work, they loop weird.

The sandbox structure lets you bounce between different heroines whenever you want, which is perfect for when Midnight starts getting too clingy or Rumi's attitude becomes insufferable. Each girl has her own therapy schedule and mood system that you gotta track, plus there's this weird minigame where you massage their stress points that's way more involved than it needs to be. Sometimes the translation feels a bit off too - like when Mirko says something that's probably meant to be seductive but comes out sounding like a grocery list. Still hit different though, not gonna lie.

Royal Madness is probably the closest thing to a horny fairytale written by a very drunk court painter who really likes cats with huge tits and smug faces. You’re tossed in as Lewis, bastard ocelot prince, and the world instantly treats your royal blood like a kink rather than a title. It’s not subtle about it. Every rival, every “enemy,” every supposed threat ends up circling one question: are you fucking them into your harem, or are they turning you into their cute little pet instead. The game doesn’t pretend to be noble. It treats power as a sex toy and nobility as an excuse to collar people and re-style their bodies until they match your tastes a bit too perfectly.

What I liked is that the characters aren’t just recolors of the same cat-girl with different boobs. The art actually feels like someone sat there and thought “ok, what if a smug lioness warlord had hips like a fertility statue and armor that only makes sense if her nipples are a political statement.” Sometimes it looks messy, lines a bit shaky, anatomy going off on its own adventure, but that fits the energy. It’s not corporate clean, more like horny sketchbook that got out of control. There is this rhino general, for example, huge chest, scars across the muzzle, and when you win their challenge the magic doesn’t just slap “now they are pretty” filter. No, you literally watch the body warp piece by piece, broad muscles smoothing or sharpening, maybe the tits swelling stupidly big while they gasp halfway between outrage and getting turned on by losing. That slow change hits way harder than a simple “transformation finished” screen.

The actual structure is that loose sandbox style where you hop from one hot mess to another, switching perspective between male and female protagonist when the story feels like it, not when you are ready. One scene you’re Lewis using magic to slowly erode the pride of a tiger knight, teasing him until his cock and even his voice betray how much he wants to kneel. Next time the game flips and you’re playing as one of your own ex-rivals, now loyal, wandering your palace and accidentally starting something filthy with a new intruder who thought they’d be the one on top. That shift is the fun part. You see the same harem from different eyes, sometimes as a conqueror, sometimes as the newest toy, sometimes as the one being “improved” by your own magic. And the kinks slide around too. One route gives you a stacked lion queen that you carefully nudge from terrifying monarch into doting, overprotective mommy dom, then another throws you against a seemingly submissive bunny clerk that ends with you collared, hips reshaped, moaning her name while she tests how flexible ocelot royalty can be when properly “reformed.” Half the time I was cursing at the tiny UI buttons and weird pacing, the other half I was staring at the screen of my phone on the tram, trying not to bite my lip like a complete idiot.

If you really want to squeeze every filthy drop out of it, don’t rush straight to the obvious sex scenes. Poke around the challenges, lose on purpose sometimes, see how the transformations twist when you’re the loser instead of the victor. Talk to characters again after you’ve changed them, especially the big tits crowd and the ones who pretended they didn’t care about you. Watch how their new bodies and new roles corrupt their own original goals. Treat each battle less like a level and more like a negotiation with the world’s nastiest fashion designer. That’s where the game actually gets hot.