KRUZ CITY feels like that dirty daydream you get on a long bus ride when your mind starts drifting and you suddenly remember how much you like soft skin and the sound of someone breathing right in your ear. It starts pretty tame: you come back to your hometown after being basically locked in this brutal sports camp, muscles sore, balls even more sore, pretending you care about training drills when actually you’re just thinking about thighs and lips and the smell of shampoo on a pillow. The moment you arrive, the place looks normal on the surface, but every corner feels loaded with some secret. A door half open, a shower running too long, a bedroom light still on at night where it really shouldn’t be. You walk around thinking you’re just exploring a city, and suddenly you’re peeking through a window and realizing this older woman you kinda remember from childhood is kneeling between some guy’s legs, tits pressed against his thighs, and you feel that hot stab of jealousy and arousal at the same time. It’s not subtle about it, which honestly I liked. The game doesn’t treat you like a kid.

What stuck to my brain is how physical everything feels. There’s this scene where you finally get a “private” moment with one of the milfs, and it starts with something simple, like her fingers brushing your hand while she hands you a drink. That tiny touch, just skin on skin, makes the whole screen feel heavier. Then it moves to her sitting too close, your leg pressed against her soft thigh, and when she shifts her weight you can almost feel that warm pressure slide across you. When she wraps her fingers around you for the first time, it’s slow, like she’s testing how far she can go, thumb rubbing the tip, palm squeezing just a bit too tight. You actually notice silly stuff, like the way her tits bounce a little when she changes grip, or how her ass digs into the couch when she leans forward to whisper something filthy, hot breath on your neck. And because the game likes to mess with your head, sometimes you’re watching this from a distance instead, hidden in the dark, seeing her do the exact same teasing moves on another guy. That part hits different. There’s this ugly, horny twist in your chest, like your stomach drops and your cock twitches at the same time, especially when she moans his name in a voice you thought was just for you. I wish I could say I hated it. I didn’t.

Kinda funny how often it plays with that “am I a good guy or just a horny bastard” feeling. One night you’re sneaking into a room, lights low, hearing soft breathing and wondering if you should really be here. The girl is half asleep, big ass barely covered by a thin sheet, one leg bent, panties riding up just enough to show the curve of her pussy. You slide your hand along her thigh, and the game lets you push it, fingertip by fingertip, until you’re rubbing her through the fabric, feeling that damp spot grow. She shifts, murmurs something, and you’re holding your breath, completely still, like if you don’t move she’ll keep pretending she’s asleep. That mixture of guilt and raw need is all over this thing. Same with the foot stuff: one of the women casually puts her bare foot in your lap while she talks about something boring, heel resting right on your crotch, and pretends not to notice as her toes start to curl and press. You try to focus on the dialogue, but all you can think about is how the ball of her foot grinds down just a bit harder every time you answer wrong. Sometimes you end up just jerking off alone after, pants around your ankles, staring at your phone, replaying a clip of her sucking someone else off, spit running down her chin. Honestly, I got stuck way too long in one early masturbation scene because the rhythm of her handjob was just that perfect, fingers twisting, wrist pumping faster while she stares you dead in the eyes like she owns you. And the worst part is you kind of want her to.

Eric thinks he’s just taking his shy little wife Grace out of the city for some quiet countryside air, but the whole thing reeks of “bad idea” from the second you see his dad. Fletcher is that type of older guy your mom warned you about on Facebook fitness groups: silver at the temples, shoulders like he still lifts real weights instead of scrolling TikTok, that easy smile that screams “I fuck around and never get caught.” The game doesn’t waste time pretending he’s a saint. He’s checking out Grace in the first ten minutes, eyes lingering on her ass when she leans over, pretending he’s just “correcting her posture.” You’re sitting there thinking, dude, that’s your son’s wife, but then the camera just stays on those big tits pressed against his chest during a “harmless” stretching session and suddenly you’re not judging shit anymore. And the fun part is, you’re not locked into one point of view; one moment you’re trapped inside Grace’s confused little head, trying to convince yourself Fletcher’s hands on your hips are totally normal family stuff, next moment you’re Eric, watching from the doorway, pretending you don’t see the way your own dad looks at your woman like a new workout machine he wants to test.

The neighbors are the cherry on this fucked up cake. Hailey and Ian are that weird couple that seems too friendly, the type who brings over a pie for no reason and then won’t leave. Hailey is pure trouble: perky, tight top, always “accidentally” bending over in front of Eric, asking him to help fix something while her husband is away. Meanwhile, Ian acts like Fletcher’s lost twin spiritually, throwing horny little hints and talking way too much about “sharing experiences” over beers. It starts slow, just casual hangouts in the backyard, a barbecue where Grace shows up in those yoga pants that hug her thick ass just right, Fletcher’s eyes following every bounce like it’s a religious thing. Then you get that one scene where Grace is helping Fletcher in his private “gym,” he’s standing behind her, guiding her arms for some light exercise, and his hands end up on her tits longer than any normal human needs for “correction.” You can see her breathing change. She doesn’t pull away. The game just sits in that discomfort. Long. And if you want, you push it. Maybe Eric walks in and pretends everything is fine, maybe he watches silently from the top of the stairs while his own father slowly corrupts the woman he promised to protect, or maybe you push Grace herself to go from “this is wrong” to “I just want to feel that thick daddy cock break me in.” There’s this one scene where Fletcher’s hand casually wraps around hers while she’s stroking him and he guides her pace like he’s teaching her some fitness move, and she’s biting her lip, eyes glassy, muttering his name instead of her husband’s. It’s gross and hot and messy and feels exactly like some fucked up Pornhub rabbit hole you swear you’ll never go down again, right before you click the next scene anyway.

Luna looks like the kind of girl you see on Instagram explore by accident and then your thumb just stops. City hair, city makeup, that kind of walk that says she knows how to move in tight jeans. Except the game throws her into this quiet countryside school where everything feels too slow and too close at the same time. You feel it in small stuff: how her skirt brushes her thighs when she sits on this stupid wooden chair that looks like it hurts, or how her blouse clings to her chest when it gets a bit hot in the classroom. The art really leans into fabric and skin touching. Like, when she crosses her legs at the desk, you can almost feel how rough the school chair is against her ass and how her stockings pull tight behind her knees. It’s not just “big tits, big ass, ok done”, more like the artist is obsessed with how her body presses into everything around her. I kinda relate. I use my phone with haptics on max and this gave me the same weird brain tickle, just visual.

The choices hit different because they’re not these huge dramatic moments. Sometimes it’s just Luna alone in her room, phone screen lighting up her face, and you pick if she scrolls through boring school group chat or some horny site that clearly isn’t TikTok. When she starts touching herself, the animations focus on fingers and tiny movements. Her thighs tensing, the way her hips lift just a little when she finds the right spot, that wet sheen on her lips when she bites them. It’s not subtle at all, it’s totally horny, but it feels more like you’re watching her discover how sensitive her own body is instead of some fake porn loop. There’s a scene where she quietly masturbates under her duvet while her mom is in the shower down the hall, and the sound design is weirdly nice. The soft rustle of sheets, that sticky little slick sound when she speeds up, the shower running in the background. Only thing that broke it for me was one moan that sounded like it was recorded in a closet on a Blue Yeti, and now I can’t un-hear it. I paused the game and checked my Spotify just in case something else started playing. Nope, just Luna being a bit too loud in one line.

I keep circling back to the way the game handles her mom, actually. Milf tag is there, and yeah, they milk it, pun intended. She’s got this tight house outfit that really should not be legal around a teenage girl’s classmates. There’s this scene in the kitchen where she leans over Luna to grab something from the top shelf and her top rides up just enough that you see a strip of soft belly and the outline of her bra digging into her skin. Nothing explicit happens right there, but my brain filled in a lot. Later, when things go more explicit, you get oral scenes and deep thrusting that end with warm creampies, and the animation pays attention to how bodies connect. Hips bumping, her ass jiggling when he pulls out too fast, that little twitch in her legs when she’s already sensitive and he keeps going. Sometimes the pacing is weird, like it jumps from slow teasing to “ok she’s taking it raw now” in one click, but then there’s this moment after where you see cum slowly leaking out of her and dripping onto her inner thighs, and it just… slows everything down again. It’s messy, a bit unpolished, some dialogue feels like Google Translate had a stroke, but I kind of like that rough edge. It matches Luna, actually. She starts as this polished city girl, but the more you push her, the more smudged lipstick, sweaty hair stuck to her neck, panties pulled aside instead of properly off. The game feels like that too. Not clean, not perfect. Sticky in a good way.

This thing starts like one of those harmless school slice-of-life stories, except it never feels harmless. You’re this dude walking the halls, joking with classmates, peeking at asses in too-tight skirts, pretending everything’s normal while the game keeps whispering that nothing is. On the surface you’re just chasing romance routes and big tits, trying to figure out which milf teacher you wanna risk your future for, which childhood friend you’ll accidentally corrupt, which guy you’ll piss off enough that he starts eyeing your girl. Then it hits you that every flirt, every little “harmless” grope in the hallway, every blowjob in the music room is getting tracked, twisted, fed back into this mess of morality and mind games. One minute you’re laughing at some dumb humor scene where your buddy makes a joke about your porn folder, next minute you’re watching a scene of brutal violence and you’re not sure if you caused it or just failed to stop it.

What really got me is how your choices feel fine in the moment. You see a big ass bending over a desk and you click the option to touch. Simple. She blushes, maybe moans, maybe slaps you, sometimes both. Then three scenes later she’s crying about how nobody respects her, and the game doesn’t tell you “this is your fault,” but you know anyway. Same with the whole NTR / netorase thing. At first it’s kind of hot, letting another guy or futa girl “help out” your partner, just sharing for fun because you think you’re in control. The group scenes are wild, by the way, especially when the camera lingers just a bit too long and you catch your own character watching instead of acting. Voyeur mode inside the story itself. But little by little, jealousy starts to bleed into it. There’s this one route where you push your girl toward another guy as a joke, like “go flirt with him, I don’t mind,” and way later you catch them in a quiet corner, his hand already under her skirt, her breathing way too heavy to pretend. You can interrupt, dominate, turn it into a threesome, whatever, but that sick “maybe I went too far” feeling doesn’t really go away.

Sex scenes are not shy at all. Virgin loss with awkward eye contact, messy creampies where you’re not totally sure if it was consensual or just pressured, titfucks on the school rooftop while the city burns somewhere in the distance, rough oral that slips into domination, then flips and she chokes you right back with that sudden female domination switch. There’s drugs, too, and that’s where things get weird in a different way. Some of the best animated scenes come from those mind control bits, where you honestly can’t tell if the girl wants it or your character is just rewriting her brain to want it. The game doesn’t clean it up for you. No “safe word,” no soft fade out. You’re the one clicking “continue” while she begs you to stop and also not to stop. But then you have these strange quiet romance scenes with actual warmth, like holding hands in a classroom while talking about family you really, really shouldn’t be this close to, or lying naked beside someone after fucking them raw and talking about sanity and what’s real. Sometimes it even feels wholesome before it throws another cheating scene at you completely out of nowhere. I kind of hate that. And I kind of went back to see every single ending anyway.

Daybreak Nightbreak feels like somebody mashed together a horny Mass Effect, a janky management sim and a corruption hentai manga they hid under the mattress. The city of Chios looks normal at first, just your standard modern place where rent is too high and people pretend to be fine, and then you realise there is a whole mirror version of it lurking on the other side, full of cults, monster girls and people who really, really should not be kneeling and calling you “my lord” with their tits out. You start as this kinda awkward guy, a bit of a late bloomer vibe, virgin energy all over him, who accidentally ends up infused with a power that basically turns “building a fanclub” into “building a sex cult”. It sounds stupid, and yeah, sometimes it really is, in the best way. One moment you are doing accounting in a tiny office, trying not to go bankrupt because some megacorp is crushing your small business, and ten minutes later you are in a dark alley, whispering corrupt little “prayers” into a married woman’s ear while her husband is a room away. And of course she’s got her panties soaked and her ahegao face out in about three dialogue choices.

I like how the game pretends to be about “big decisions” and then your biggest decision turns out to be something like: Do I use mind control to slowly twist this shy college girl into an exhibitionist cosplay slut, or do I turn the local milf head of department into my personal worshipping toy first. The sandbox part hits hard because you just wander around town and keep tripping over new scenes. There’s this goblin girl in the other dimension with ridiculous hips and an ass that moves like it has its own gravity well, and the first time you get her on your lap, she’s grinding in your office chair while asking nervously if “humans really fill girls up that much.” Of course the game gives you the option to breed her stupid with a creampie that drips down her thighs. The animations are rough sometimes, like two dolls humping, but when she’s bouncing, tongue out, drool on her tits and eyes rolled back, you kind of stop caring. Actually, you never cared. And the striptease scenes? There’s this one where a normally classy businesswoman you’ve been carefully corrupting does a half-drunk lapdance for you in a cheap karaoke bar, slowly peeling off her blazer and bra, trying to keep her dignity as she ends up riding your hand under the table, whispering “I’m cheating, I’m so bad” while you finger her until she squirts on the seat. The game just leaves the mess there, no comment.

The corruption feels deliciously slow when it wants to. That college subplot where you go back to campus hits like a twisted nostalgia trip. You start out helping a stressed student with her grades, totally innocent tutoring, then “accidentally” using your power to make her respond a bit too strongly to your touch. Next visit she’s sucking you off in an empty classroom, knees on the cold floor, big doe eyes looking up, lipstick smeared, trying to swallow all of it like she’s cramming for finals. And later you drag her into this stupid cosplay event in the other dimension, make her dress as a bunny girl in front of a small crowd of your followers, and she ends up flashing her pussy to them, moaning while they chant your name like some horny church. It is weirdly romantic too sometimes, buried under all the filth. You can build actual relationships, have soft moments in between the handjobs and public sex. Sitting with a milf on a rooftop, talking about her failed marriage, then quietly sliding your hand under her skirt while she leans on your shoulder, torn between guilt and arousal, might be one of those little scenes that stick. But yeah, then fifteen minutes later you’re using mind control to make her bend over a balcony, tits hanging out, while half the city could technically see you pound her from behind and fill her with a thick creampie she can’t stop leaking. The game swings between “Yakuza-style side story” and “hardcore hentai brainrot” so fast it feels wrong, and that’s kind of why I couldn’t stop clicking.

Horny trivia brain here, and this thing feels like someone smashed a dating sim into a porno quiz where the right answer is always “yeah, I'll watch that too”. You start out in this school vibe where everyone pretends to be all pure and innocent, but the game is just waiting for you to poke around and catch them doing filthy shit when they think nobody’s watching. One girl acts like the perfect virgin honor student, blushing if you even say “kiss”, and five minutes later she’s on her knees in a deserted classroom, drool on her chin while she tries to deepthroat a guy she swears she “doesn’t like like that”. Another scene, you’re peeking through a half open door at a so-called tutor session and the “lesson” is very clearly a slow, sloppy handjob under the desk while the teacher pretends nothing is happening and keeps writing on the board. Of course the game lets you sit there, watching that hand move faster and faster, like you’re the world’s creepiest proctor.

Strangest part, the sandboxy structure actually works with the horny quizmaster in my head. Your brain goes: “Alright, who’s getting stripped today?” and the game basically goes “correct, here’s the shy girl losing her clothes piece by piece because she lost some stupid bet”. Skirt tossed over the chair, bra hanging from the ceiling fan, panties pulled down to her knees, and she’s still trying to cover her big tits with these tiny shaking hands. Half the fun is that you pick which route to click next and it feels like you’re jumping between channels on Pornhub, but every channel is the same messy group of people fucking up their lives in different ways. One guy’s romantic route looks all sweet at first, hand holding under the table, tender kisses behind the gym, then suddenly you’re watching his girl riding someone else’s huge cock in the locker room while he’s searching the halls for her. Game even lets you decide if you wanna see that kind of betrayal or just pretend she stayed loyal and only sucks your dick in the bathroom stall, trying not to moan too loud because there’s a teacher outside.

It is pretty funny how often the camera lingers on asses though. Big asses everywhere. Bending over to pick up a dropped pencil, to “look for something” in the locker, to pretend they didn’t notice you staring. One black dude shows up and the whole mood changes, like the game is whispering “pop quiz: how much can she take?” and suddenly the petite girl who was scared of just kissing is getting her throat used like it’s some kind of warm toy. He grabs her hips, her ass jiggles, and you can tell she’s way out of her depth, but she keeps going, probably because you pushed her down that path six clicks ago. Sometimes you swap between different protagonists and that actually confused me at first, because I thought I was still the same guy when I walked in on a blowjob scene… then realized I was now the dude getting cheated on, not the one being sucked. That little punch in the gut is kinda hot, kinda annoying. Also the text speed in one scene is weird as hell and I kept trying to click past one line that just refused to go away, like it was taunting me. But hey, the animated thrusting looks good enough when you finally get to full on vaginal, thighs slapping, her tits bouncing all over the place, and she clings to whoever it is like this is the only dick she’ll ever need. Which is obviously bullshit, because three scenes later she’s grinding on someone else while pretending she was “saving herself”. Peak school romance energy right there.

Everyone in this world already knows your last name before you open your mouth, and half of them either want to fuck you, own you, or quietly make you disappear. You walk into these marble halls full of immortal snobs who never die, never age, and never get tired of playing with people like toys. They smile like royalty and talk like lawyers, but the second the doors close they are on their knees, or putting someone else there. The game throws you straight into that mess with almost no hand holding: one moment you are the pretty little heir who should “behave”, next moment some ancient matriarch is pressing you against a balcony rail, whispering how she remembers fucking your grandfather in the same place and wants to see if the bloodline stayed hard where it matters.

The teasing here is not fake “oh no, my towel fell” kind of bullshit. It drags. A twin sister brushes your arm, the brother leans on your other side, both of them talking about family loyalty while their hands are getting way too friendly with your belt. You keep waiting for the fade to black, but it doesn’t. You choose who to pull closer, and the other one just watches, breathing hard, promising you they will get their turn. There is this scene in a greenhouse where one of the slaves is kneeling in front of you, eyes empty and calm like they accepted they belong to your bloodline, while another noble is behind them, guiding your hips, telling you how to use what is yours. It is fucked up and hot at the same time, which I kinda hate admitting. Sometimes you feel powerful, like real male domination, hand in their hair, making them take every inch. Sometimes you realize they still outrank you and you are the one pinned down, with a sharp smile above you and nails in your chest, and you like it anyway. Animated thrusts, actual movement, bodies grinding instead of just posing, helps a lot. The sex can switch fast from slow, almost romantic kissing to messy group pile where you literally don’t remember who started touching you first. There is one late scene where you are supposed to be handling some “serious political talk” in a private lounge and it ends with you balls deep in one twin while the other rides your face, and an immortal aunt sitting in the armchair drinking wine, judging your technique.

I really enjoy how the romance is a trap here. People act soft with you, say they care, but then use you like a bargaining chip in the next council. You might swear loyalty to one dynasty because you fell for their pretty slave girl with the quiet voice, then find out she was trained from birth to make heirs like you obey. But she still squeezes your hand when you fuck her in the bath, so is it fake or not? I got genuinely thrown off by one twist where a character who always submits to you suddenly orders you to kneel. I thought it was just dirty talk, then the scene locks you into that position and you realize that choice from way earlier basically sold your pride to them. I kinda loved that. Also, small thing, but every time the game waits that extra second before somebody finally slides down on your cock, it drives me crazy. In a good way. Or bad way. Depends on the day. Anyway, this whole immortal bloodline circus feels like a place where romance is just another collar, and you are too horny to stop putting it on.

Guy hates sports, is stupid good at every sport, and somehow his whole college life is still about balls flying at his face. That’s the basic vibe. You play this dude who could be a campus legend on the court or field, but he’s got this weird mental block and some crap in his past that makes him flinch every time someone says “tryouts”. While everyone’s talking about glory and trophies, you’re in your room scrolling TikTok and jerking off instead of training. The game loves that contrast: serious backstory lurking in the background while you’re staring at some girl’s giant tits bouncing in a tight uniform during practice. It starts innocent, all “new semester, new people, meet the foster family that actually cares about you” and it slowly stops being innocent when you realize half the cast is hot and the camera knows exactly where to look. Ass shots, boob physics, those little animated thigh jiggles when a girl leans over the desk. You’ll know what I mean the first time the busty teammate stretches in front of you and the scene lingers just a tiny bit too long. That moment when you’re supposed to be listening to strategy and instead you’re thinking about bending her over the bleachers. Yeah, that one.

The whole thing plays like a horny dating sim that got lost in a sports anime and never found its way back. Conversations feel casual, sometimes even messy, like Discord chat energy, but then you click the flirt option and suddenly it goes from “haha you’re silly” to “oh, you’re actually hard right now, aren’t you?” way faster than you expect. One scene you’re joking around in the locker room, next scene you’re in your room at night, phone screen glowing, replaying her laugh in your head while you stroke yourself under the sheets and try not to wake anyone in the house. The foster family part gives this weird warm vibe. They treat you like you matter, which somehow makes the lewd moments in the same house feel dirtier. You come home after a rough day, your foster sister type crashes on the couch with her huge tits spilling out of her top, and the game really wants you to notice how the fabric rides up over her ass. You pretend you’re focused on your homework, but you’re not fooling anyone, least of all the camera. There’s a bunch of romantic stuff, slow burns, soft smiles in the school hallway, but then you get a shot of some girl’s big ass in tight jeans as she walks away and your brain forgets the emotional depth instantly. Choices actually matter here, or at least they pretend to. Say the wrong stupid line to the shy girl with the massive chest and she shuts down for a while. Say the right sweet thing and later she’s in your room, cheeks red, trying to act like masturbating together is “just helping a friend relax”. It’s clumsy, horny, and kind of honest about how messy college hormones really are. And yeah, the MC’s hatred of sports keeps creeping back in right when things get hot, like he’s one bad memory away from switching from chasing trophies to chasing nothing but pussy for the rest of the semester. Honestly, fair.

Elisa’s campus looks normal for like five seconds. Brick buildings, bright sun on the field, some basic-ass lockers that look like they were copied from a stock photo, the usual. Then the camera follows her in that too-tight cheer outfit and suddenly everything feels one step away from a cult ritual with pom-poms. She’s this pretty, slightly naive girl with that “I want everyone to love me” energy, and the game never lets you forget that every choice is about who gets to play with that weakness. Sometimes it is her using it. Sometimes it is someone using it on her. Often both, which is the fun part.

The mood swings a lot. One moment she’s trying to be a good student, actually doing homework in her dorm while you click through dialogue and think “ok, normal VN stuff,” then some smug guy from the team sits on her desk like he owns the room and the energy flips. He talks down to her, calls her his “little mascot”, pulls her by the chin, and you get those options like “push him away” or “go on your knees” and you know damn well what the horny part of your brain wants. When you choose to give in, the scene does not play shy. There is full-on oral, sloppy, with her mascara just a bit smeared and the camera way too close to her lips moving up and down his cock. The animation is not Hollywood smooth, it looks slightly janky sometimes, but honestly that makes it feel more like a cursed amateur sex tape some eldritch entity left in the school archive. I liked that. I hated that. I still clicked again.

What got me was how the power flips are not clean. You can push her into this queen-bitch path, where she realizes guys will do anything just to get between her legs. She learns to weaponize her smile in the locker room, telling some nerd to hold her bag, calling him “doggy” while she steps close enough that his brain shuts down. She humiliates him softly, making him stare at her panties under the skirt, then laughing when he stutters. And yet later, in the same save, she can be on her back in a dark classroom, legs spread, taking rough vaginal pounding from a teacher who talks like he owns her future. “You want that scholarship, Elisa?” he asks, and the text choices pretend she has a say, but you already chose the path ten scenes earlier. There is something almost Lovecraft about that. Not the tentacles, but the idea that her “freedom” is just a thin veil over deeper control. She thinks she manipulates; the system manipulates her. Also there is a blowjob behind the bleachers that goes on longer than it should and I still remember how her throat bulged a little when he forced himself deeper. The sounds are filthy in a good way and then someone walks by outside and she has to keep sucking while silently panicking. I wanted more scenes where she fully takes charge and uses guys like furniture, just stomping on their ego and dignity, but the game keeps pulling her back into being the toy too. It annoyed me. It turned me on. I’m still not sure which part won.