Kislev looks normal at first glance. Streetlights, cheap shops, that one park bench where everyone pretends not to stare at each other. Then you notice how empty it feels, like the city is holding its breath. Officials keep saying “just a weird cold, nothing serious,” while half the people you meet have this strange tired look in their eyes and the other half are just horny as fuck and pretending nothing is wrong. You play this dude who goes “yeah, I’m out, I’m leaving the city until shit calms down,” but of course he’s late, like every protagonist with a big ego and a bigger cock. And somehow running away turns into drifting deeper into this mess of sex, money, and that quiet fear that maybe tomorrow you won’t wake up at all. Or worse, you will.

The whole thing feels like a fantasy about the end of the world where everyone deals with panic by getting freaky. You’re out there sweet talking thick women with soft bellies and massive tits spilling out of bras that never quite fit. There’s something really nice about how the chubby girls are treated, actually. They’re not a joke, not “before the glow up,” they’re just hot. Big asses, big boobs, big everything, and the camera really takes its time. You’re flirting, buying them shiny crap like cars and jewelry, acting like some budget sugar daddy, and half the time you know it’s stupid but it works, so you keep doing it. One milf leans over your new car, huge tits pressed against the window while she asks you if the seats are comfy enough to “test suspension.” And yeah, you say something smooth. Or you try. I misclicked the dialogue, told her something lame, and she still ended up palming my dick through my pants, super slow, teasing like she has all the time in the world even though the city might be dying around us. That scene actually made me pause Spotify because I wanted to hear every tiny sound. Then I put Spotify back, because I’m an idiot.

I like how the MC’s cock is treated like an actual presence. When a thick girl wraps her soft fingers around it for a lazy handjob, the visual really sells the weight, the size, the way her cheeks flush like “fuck, I didn’t expect it this big.” There’s a moment where a bbw presses your shaft between her heavy tits, and you can practically feel the warmth off the screen. It’s detailed, but sometimes weirdly clumsy, like the dev spent 3 days on the curve of a nipple and 3 minutes on the background. Also whoever designed the jewelry shop UI clearly hates humans, I swear one button is half a pixel off and it still annoys me. The game likes to tease too much sometimes: lots of grinding, lots of “almost” scenes before you finally get release, but when you do, it’s thick, messy, and right in her face or over her giant chest, and she looks proud like she just survived the apocalypse by taking your load. The virus, the panic, the lies from the authorities, it all just becomes this excuse for everyone to live harder, fuck louder, and pretend choices still matter. They probably don’t, but you keep clicking like they do.

Halloween drinks, shitty plastic fangs, that kind of fake-spooky vibe where everyone’s already thinking about fucking before the first jump scare even happens. That’s the mood here. You’ve got Crystal and Dana doing the “who can show more cleavage without admitting it’s on purpose” contest, Elena pretending she’s above it while her dress is doing absolutely nothing to hide that ass, and Finn trying to act like the only thing he’s eyeing is the cocktail menu. Then somebody throws out the genius idea to keep the party going in an abandoned house by the beach, because horny people in horror stories never learn. It’s a short kinetic ride, no choices, just sit down, click, and let it roll, like when you open Telegram on your phone just to check one thing and suddenly you’re watching some cursed porn thread for 15 minutes straight. Same energy.

The engine part is actually kinda funny to me. It’s simple, yeah, but the 3D models carry personality. The bodies look heavy and real enough that when the girls start teasing each other, tits bouncing, hips pressed against old dusty walls, you can almost hear your GPU go “bro, calm down” even though the game is not that demanding. Crystal is the one who feels like she’s always one bad decision away from taking her top off in public, and here she kinda does that. The exhibitionism ramps slowly, first with jokes in the bar, a hand sliding too low on a thigh, a dare to flash in the old house corridor where every shadow looks like it’s watching. Then you remember this is futa horror, not some softcore pool party. The protagonist packing a thick futa cock under that tight outfit is the real jump scare for anyone in the group who thought they knew what they wanted. There is anal, there is humiliation, there is that uncomfortable moment where pleasure and fear get so close you’re not sure which one is making your dick twitch. And in the middle of all that, the timing stumbles a bit. A key reaction shot lingers too long, a moan subtitle pops slightly off-sync, one bigger scare lands kind of flat and I kept thinking “ok, you could have given me one click to react there”. But then another scene hits where the futa MC gets pushed against a rotting window, ass raised, someone’s hand forcing her to show herself to the beach outside, and the game suddenly remembers exactly what it wants to be.

What I liked most is how the pacing snaps from playful to cruel without asking for permission. One second they’re laughing about costumes, next second someone is on their knees, lipstick smeared, gagging on a thick trans cock while the house feels like it’s listening. The milf energy here is not polite either. Dana feels like that older woman who knows exactly how far she can push humiliation before it breaks you, and she stays right on that edge, grabbing hair, whispering filthy stuff that is way more degrading than the actual acts. Big tits press together, sweat and cheap Halloween makeup mixing while the story calmly reminds you that something in the house is not right. No branching, no stats, no grinding. Just a tight little nightmare where big asses and bigger dicks brush up against rotten walls and the camera is not shy about angles that make you feel like a creep in the corner. If you want to squeeze everything out of it, don’t rush. Let the silences sit. Don’t spam-click past the build-up. Read the lines where they talk shit to each other, where the fear slips into arousal and back. That’s where the horror and the horny really twist together and your brain goes “I shouldn’t be turned on by this” while your body’s like “too late”.

Esterium feels like somebody’s horny D&D notebook that accidentally grew into a browser game, and I kind of love that it’s still rough around the edges. You get tossed into this messy fantasy world with a body you pick yourself: big-dicked futa amazon, soft trans mage, stacked barbarian girl with tits that look like they’d knock her off balance, or just some unlucky dude who wandered way too far from home. It starts simple, mostly text and some 3D-ish character shots, but the way the game talks to you has this awkward charm. One moment you’re reading about rusty swords and trading junk, next moment the description suddenly spends three lines on how your cock twitches under your armor, or how your nipples brush the inside of your leather top when you climb over a ruined wall. It’s a bit inconsistent, but in a kind of “oh, a real person is writing this while horny and tired” way that feels weirdly honest.

There was this moment where my futa barbarian was barely strong enough to leave the starting area. I thought, fine, gonna grind skeletons like usual. Instead of a big hype combat, the game just quietly lets you bonk a skeleton to pieces with a rusty axe and then spends more time describing the sweat on your abs than the actual fight. I was like, ok priorities understood. Then later I rerolled as a female mage, wandered in the wrong direction, and ended up in a forest that felt way too empty. Just birds, vague paths, some herbs, nobody to fuck, no monster girl jumping out of the bushes. I actually got annoyed, left the tab open, went to scroll Twitter on my phone, came back, and only then noticed I had missed a clickable option in the text. Suddenly, bam, you meet this monster girl with claws and soft curves, and the game flips from “standard fantasy exploration” to “she pins you to a tree and smells your fear before deciding she’d rather smell your arousal instead.” There is no smooth transition. It’s like the writer forgot they were making an RPG and remembered “oh right, porn” halfway through the paragraph.

The sex so far is short, but it hits specific buttons. There’s this focus on size, on how heavy your tits feel when you run, how your cock strains against your gear when a merchant leans over the counter and you get a hint of cleavage. It’s not super poetic, more like horny forum roleplay with slightly better grammar. Sometimes the pacing is just weird: a whole careful explanation of basic trading, then suddenly one sentence like “her tongue traces the vein along your shaft” and you’re like, wait, we’re doing this now? I like that you can be any of the three main body flavors and the world mostly reacts to your genitals instead of treating it like a big identity lecture. You’re a futa or trans type? Cool, here’s how your underwear feels when you walk, here’s how monsters grab you by the hips and test your “endurance” in a way that has nothing to do with hitpoints. I wish the combat and leveling were less prototype and more “I’m scared to fight that demon because she might absolutely break my back in the fun way”, but also, if they ever polish it too much, it might lose that sleepy, horny energy it has right now. It’s like catching a kink game at that stage where it’s still shy and a bit clumsy, but you can already see it wants to drag you into a dark alley and see how much your character can take before their legs stop working.

Incels Unleash Hell feels like someone grabbed a toxic Discord rant, poured cheap vodka on it, and then turned it into a horny apocalypse. The whole thing plays out like you’re trapped inside an angry internet thread that suddenly got a body, a dick, and way too much power. You’re basically steering this bitter, pent-up loser energy that’s not even trying to pretend it’s healthy. It’s cruel, it’s petty, it’s nasty, and somehow that’s exactly the point. The vibe is not “romantic corruption” or soft seduction. It’s “I hate the world and I’m going to fuck it in the ugliest way possible.” And yeah, the game leans hard into that. You got scenes where some stuck-up milf who looks like she’d normally block you on Telegram ends up on her knees, mascara running, taking cock while the camera refuses to look away. Faces twisted into full ahegao, drool and tears mixing, that ridiculous “fuck drunk” expression that would be silly if it wasn’t paired with such mean writing. One minute you’re shoving her into some humiliating public spot, next minute she’s being forced to show off her used holes like it’s a live show for ghosts of rejected DMs. It feels like an angry porn playlist curated by someone who listens to hardstyle at the wrong volume.

The power trips here are straight up filthy. You use blackmail like it’s a game controller, pushing women into situations they clearly don’t want but can’t back out from. There’s a weird thrill when a prissy office queen that clearly thought she was untouchable suddenly has her mouth full and her dignity gone, and the game zooms right into that humiliation. Sometimes the camera just lingers too long on her asshole getting worked, animated in that shiny, almost plastic way that 3dcg porn games love, and it kinda breaks the mood, but then you get this one frame where her eyes roll back, tongue out, and you’re like “ok yeah, that’s the shit.” Oral scenes feel extra nasty, like every forced blowjob is half punishment, half ceremony, with spit strings catching the light while she tries to breathe around a thick cock ramming her throat. The exhibition moments are just rude: clothes yanked away, body pushed out where anyone could see, her trying to cover herself while the protagonist basically treats her like a prop, forcing poses, spreading cheeks, talking to her like trash. It’s not subtle, it’s not kind, and it’s definitely not for anyone expecting softcore. If you’re gonna play it, throw on some rough techno or dark trap in the background, mute your conscience a bit, and let yourself fall into the chaos, because the game sure as hell isn’t interested in pulling you back out.