Guy goes out, fucks his dream girl, then life absolutely body slams him. That is basically the tone here. You start as this pretty regular dude who somehow scores the hottest girl around, gets a night full of sloppy kissing, wet panties, nervous first-time energy, and a ridiculous amount of teasing. She rides your face, you worship her tits, she grinds on your cock until both of you are a sweaty mess, and then the whole thing gets wrecked by her psycho dad flying off the handle. Violence, panic, lights out. Coma. You wake up years later with your dick still working, but your brain missing the whole damn night. What sticks is just flashes in your sleep: a warm pussy clenching around you, soft feet on your chest, a girl whispering “cum in me” in that needy voice that makes your balls tighten. You wake up horny, confused and kind of pissed off at your own memory. Pornhub doesn’t help, Xvideos doesn’t help, nothing hits the spot because it all feels like an echo of something real that you can’t grab anymore.

Then the doorbell rings and there are three girls outside, all looking like the one from your dreams. Same face, same fuckable body, different flavor of crazy in the eyes. They call you in ways that are too familiar, they smile like they already tasted your cum before, and they move into your life like it was always planned. From that point the game really leans into the mess. You’re juggling romance routes where you kiss them slow on the couch and routes where you’re slamming them against the kitchen counter, pulling hair, making them choke on your cock until their mascara runs. One scene you’re trying to be gentle with a “virgin” act, next scene you’ve got one of them on all fours, ass up, while you spit on her hole and push in, her fingers clawing the sheets. The cutscenes love close-ups: tongue on clit, lips wrapped around shaft, toes curling when you press your thumb into their wet spot. There is a bathroom scene that really goes hard on the whole piss thing, and the camera just stays on it too long, like the dev was way too proud of that animation. Creampies get their own little moment, with your cum pouring out and the girls either freaking out about pregnancy or low-key thrilled by it, depending on how corrupted you’ve nudged them. Sometimes the male dom vibe feels powerful as fuck, with you ordering them to lick each other, clean your cock with their tongues, or sit on your face one after another until you can’t breathe. Other times it’s awkward as hell and a line delivery just kills the mood, but you still keep clicking because the next scene might have one of the twins sucking your fingers after you pull out of her ass, or a slow, lazy morning blowjob that starts as cuddling and ends in her swallowing with a shy smile. It never really pretends to be classy, which is kind of the charm and also exactly the problem.

Priscila looks like that kind of girl you see on some glossy cover in a supermarket, all sparkle and fake smiles, but here she’s stuck in this weird mix of glamour and trash where every “opportunity” has a hand on her ass. The whole thing plays out like a horny fashion documentary that got corrupted by Pornhub comments. You start with this almost innocent vibe, just a young model trying to climb up, basic shoots, awkward poses, her checking herself in the mirror and clearly not sure if she’s actually hot or just pretending. Then suddenly the camera is way too close, the guy behind it is breathing heavier than needed, and you realize the photoshoot is basically just an excuse to get her clothes off piece by piece while he keeps saying “more natural, more relaxed” and his fingers are absolutely not staying where they should.

What really hit me is how much they lean into that slow corruption thing. She doesn’t just wake up slutty. At first she’s flinching when the photographer’s hand lingers too long on her hip, pulling away when the makeup artist “fixes” her bra and clearly grabs a full feel. But she still stands there. She needs the job, right? They use that constantly. You get these small scenes where she’s alone, phone in hand, scrolling through Insta, looking at other models who already sold their soul, and you can tell she’s thinking “maybe I should just do it too.” When she starts touching herself in the shower after a rough day, it’s not some big porn climax, more like frustrated, confused, kinda angry masturbation. She keeps replaying those groping moments in her head and hates that they turn her on. That part felt way too real. Also, side note, whoever picked the soundtrack has good taste. There’s this one track that has little chip-style arps hiding under a heavy beat, like a retro game trying to breathe under a pile of lube. I left that loop running in the background while I was answering emails in Gmail, not even touching the game, just vibing. Then went back, and she was busy on her knees making the “director’s cut” of her contract real.

The director is the worst and also the most fun to watch. Classic “I’ll make you a star” creep, surrounded by assistants who pretend they don’t see anything. He never comes out and says “suck me or you’re fired”, it’s more like “we can do something more… intimate for the next role” while his hand slides over her thigh and she half pulls away, half freezes. At some point he gets her into this “private audition” where he keeps the camera rolling while he pushes her into a blowjob, and the game really lingers on her hesitation. Mouth opens a bit, she closes it, looks up, cheeks already red, his hand pressing the back of her head just enough to show there’s no real choice. Later on, when she’s already more broken in, you get a completely different vibe: same room, now she’s the one unzipping his pants, almost annoyed if he tries to talk about the “art” of it. That flip from scared girl to “whatever, just cum so we can shoot the next scene” is nasty in a good way. And it doesn’t stop at one-on-one stuff either. There’s a group session with multiple guys from the agency, “celebrating” her new campaign, glasses of champagne and a couch that definitely wasn’t bought for sitting. Watching her go from uncomfortable in the middle of the circle to riding one cock while another guy uses her mouth, all while some jealous female model pretends to fix the lighting and ends up grabbing her tits from behind, is the kind of sleazy cinema that makes you feel slightly dirty opening Reddit afterwards. The animations themselves are sometimes stiff as hell and then suddenly you get this perfect little loop of her fingers working her clit in the dressing room while she’s listening to the director’s voice messages and biting her lip, and you forget to care that her hair clips keep clipping through her head. It’s messy, horny, a bit cruel, and for some reason the way her stockings sit slightly uneven in one scene annoyed me and I kept staring at it more than at the actual sex, but anyway.

There’s something oddly satisfying about watching Monica lose her grip - like seeing a queen forget her crown in the middle of a party and pretending she doesn’t care. The game doesn’t beg you to like her, which makes it even better when she starts slipping. I didn’t expect to get so hooked on her attitude, that smug smile before everything goes downhill. It’s not even about the sex at first (though let’s be real, you don’t play this kind of thing for philosophy). It creeps up on you, the way she looks at herself in the mirror after the first time she crosses one of her own lines. I kept thinking, “nah, she won’t go *that* far,” and then she does, with that lazy smirk like she’s been planning it all along.

The voyeur stuff hits harder than I thought - it’s not just some random camera angle, it feels meaner, like the game’s winking at you while she pretends not to notice. There’s this scene where she’s supposed to “teach a lesson” but ends up bent over a desk getting spanked instead, and the sound design there is too good. Like, uncomfortably good. Tiny details: the breath hitch, the crack of palm on skin, that stutter in her voice. I laughed right after, not sure if it was hot or pathetic. Maybe both. The sandbox part almost ruins it though - you wander around too much, trying to trigger scenes, and half the time I was checking my phone mid-dialogue because nothing was happening except her chewing someone out. And yet when the corruption bits kick back in, it’s like an entirely different game. You forget how slow it felt two minutes ago.

I don’t even know why I liked the lesbian arc as much as I did. Probably because it felt softer, less performative. Or maybe because the other girl looked genuinely into it - rare thing in these games. There’s this one moment with a toy, some teasing, and then Monica laughs in a way that’s half humiliation, half relief. It’s stupidly human. I almost wished they’d ended it there, but then came the blackmail twist and suddenly everyone’s dirty again. Somehow that’s exactly what I wanted.

You close your eyes in your boring bedroom and open them in the kind of fever dream only people who stayed too long on hentai subreddits would recognize. Floor’s not even yours. Gravity feels slightly drunk. There’s a catgirl kneeling on your chest like you’re furniture, tail flicking over your mouth while she argues with a floating robot about whether you count as “property” or “partner.” She’s wearing this half-assed cosplay mashup that looks like someone tried to mix maid uniform with battle gear and gave up halfway. She keeps “testing” your reactions. Fingers tracing your crotch through your pants, nails dragging just a bit too slow, telling the robot to record your pulse when she gropes you. She keeps saying it’s “for science” but she’s grinding on your thigh while she says it, so yeah. Science with nipple clamps and a collar.

The game plays like some horny sandbox dating sim that drank too much sci-fi and shonen anime. You wander a weird city that looks medieval if you squint, until a neon sign pops up over an elf brothel and ruins the illusion. There’s monster girls tending stalls and they all look at you like you’re a walking virgin buff. Some of them actually say it. Out loud. One big-titted cyclops girl literally bets you she can make you cum from a handjob without letting you thrust at all, and the game actually locks your inputs and makes you watch her smug face while she squeezes and strokes and slows down right before your bar hits full. She spits on your tip, smirks, denies you on purpose, and then asks if she can tag you as a “denied client” in her app. I swear it felt more humiliating than losing in ranked on Valorant.

What really messed with me was how often the world pretends sex is just another stat. There’s an elf matron who checks your “breeding potential” like she’s scanning a QR code, talks about your balls like they’re gear in an RPG, then drags you behind a curtain and mounts you slow, riding you raw while lecturing you on proper thrust rhythm. She keeps squeezing her pregnant belly against your stomach, milk leaking down on your chest, telling you this is your “future” if you keep signing slave contracts without reading them. Then, same game, you’re in a dirty alley watching two girls in cosplay dom gear spit on a chained-up maid and use her face for practice. One sits on her nose, the other pinches her nipples till she squirts all over the ground, and you don’t even get to join unless you agree to be collared too. The childhood friend with the short hair finds out later, pins you in the wrestling ring, sits on your face and rubs herself all over your mouth while punching your stomach lightly every time you try to breathe, calling you a perv and making you say whose slave you want to be. She keeps pretending she’ll let you cum if you answer “correct,” then pulls away right when you’re twitching, laughing in that half-cruel, half-affectionate way that makes your brain melt.

Group scenes happen so casually it almost feels wrong. You walk into a bathhouse and suddenly there’s a harem of different races arguing over who gets your cock first. One girl wants anal, one wants your mouth, one just wants to milk you with her tits. They line you up, use your body like a shared toy, switch places without asking, and the camera just lingers on wet skin, dripping cum, drooling mouths. A robot hovers overhead and records everything for “research,” again, but secretly you find that same recording in your room later and, yeah, you end up jerking off to your own humiliation. Sometimes the game makes you just watch. A lesbian dom scene behind a glass wall, another girl getting spanked till her ass glows red, then shoved full of a dildo while she cries and smiles at the same time. You can’t help. You can only stare. And worse, the UI tracks how long you watched, and some characters tease you about it later like they saw your browser history. Not gonna lie, some of the animated ahegao faces look stupid as hell, tongues flopping like broken gifs, but then one of them starts squirting on your abs while begging for more and your brain just forgives everything.

I kept wishing they’d at least let me change one stupid tiny thing, like that ugly default collar you get tagged with in the early slave arc, but no, it stays in every sex scene for hours, mocking you quietly. You go from shy virgin to the guy who’s creampied an orc, an elf, a catgirl, and something with too many tentacles, and still that same cheap collar sits on your neck, reminding you you’re never fully in control here. It’s messy, horny, mean, sometimes sweet by accident, like when the pregnant catgirl curls around you in bed, leaking milk on your chest and purring while you lazily finger her and she tries not to moan too loud. Then she ruins the moment, calls the robot, and asks it to replay earlier footage of you getting pegged so she can laugh at your face while you cum again inside her. This whole world feels like that: one long, sweaty joke on you that somehow keeps you hard anyway.

Guy comes back from a trip expecting normal college crap, finds out his best friend is dead, and everything just tilts sideways from there. At first it feels like a murder mystery with some romance on the side, but it keeps drifting into this weird mix of angels, paranormal stuff and people who are way too horny to be grieving. You start in a school setting, yeah, uniforms, hallways, that usual porn comfort zone, but instead of being just “bang everyone in class”, there’s this whole thing where every girl is hiding something. Sometimes it’s a trauma, sometimes it’s a toy in her locker, sometimes it’s wings. Literally. One moment you’re in a quiet conversation about your dead friend, next moment her skirt is around her waist and she’s asking if you “feel closer to him now”. It’s messy in a good way, like a hentai VN that tried to be serious for five minutes and then remembered why people actually click “Start Game”.

The harem angle is strong as hell and not even pretending to be realistic. You’ve got the playful schoolgirls, the more mature teacher / MILF type who really, really should not be letting you rail her against a classroom desk, and some angelic/paranormal ladies sneaking in with glowing eyes and zero understanding of personal space. The game is all about juggling them, building romance scenes that go from cute to absolutely filthy in seconds. There’s animated sex, actual movement, not just static CGs, and sometimes that looks hot as fuck. Other times it’s a bit janky, like a looping thrust that doesn’t quite match the sound, but honestly that kinda adds charm. It feels less corporate, more “one horny dev spent too many nights tweaking tit physics”. Vaginal sex is everywhere, obviously, but they sneak in sex toys in fun ways too. There’s this scene where a quiet girl in class pulls you into an empty room, locks the door, opens her bag and just drops a vibrator on the desk with this face like she’s been waiting all week to use it on you. And then she insists on keeping her shirt on and her panties off, which is such a mood. Also, the lesbian stuff hits surprisingly well; girls fooling around with each other first, testing toys, then dragging you in like a living dildo. You’re not the center of the universe all the time, which is rare in these games.

What I keep coming back to though is how horny the game is about being seen. Exhibitionism isn’t just “oops someone might walk in”. They lean into it. Classroom curtains half open while you fuck a girl bent over a desk, her trying to keep her voice low and totally failing. A stairwell handjob while teachers walk past below. One rooftop scene with an angel girl who straight up tells you the humans below can’t see her true form, but they can totally see you, and she just rides you harder because of that. That whole “I hope nobody sees us” while clearly wanting exactly that. There’s humor too, very on-the-nose, dirty jokes, dumb memes that feel ripped from Discord, characters teasing your “detective skills” while you’re literally buried between their thighs. Story about murder and angels and lies, yes, but half the time you forget the investigation because there’s a milf in a tight blouse asking if you want “private counseling” and you already know that’s going to end with her legs spread and your cum leaking down her inner thighs. I wish the romance pacing was a bit less “you met her ten minutes ago and now she’s sucking your dick behind the gym”, but at the same time, if they slowed it down, I’d probably complain that it was too slow. Also there’s one sound effect in a toy scene that annoyed me and I kept waiting for them to fix it, but of course they don’t, and now it lives rent free in my head. Anyway, it’s that kind of game where you start thinking about the mystery and end up remembering the way one shy girl trembles when you push into her for the first time, or the smug smile on the milf when she guides your cock inside her like she’s been doing this with students for years. Not subtle, not polite, just very horny, very harem, very “everyone wants a piece of you and they’re not shy about getting it”.

Guy gets killed, goddess feels a bit too soft in the head that day, and suddenly he is respawned in a fantasy world where every moral rule is more suggestion than law. That is basically the frame here: second life, male protagonist, zero experience, gets dropped in a setting full of monster girls and very little clothing. The funny part is how the game pretends to be about “adventure” at first. You walk around, talk to NPCs, click through the usual quests, but after like ten minutes the real loop is clear: wander into some new area, meet some big tit demon girl or thick-ass elf, get railroaded into a situation where she either wants to own you, fuck you, or both. Often all three if you count mind control as a different category, which the game really, really does.

The tone is weird in a good way. The goddess at the start comes across like she is doing charity work, but the world she sends you to is completely horny and mean. You are supposed to be this clueless virgin hero, except half the “quests” end in your dick in someone’s mouth, tits, feet, or pussy. The first time a monster girl puts you on your back and titfucks you while talking about turning you into her personal slave, the game just casually tosses a little dialogue pop up like “Corruption +2” and moves on. No big lesson, no moral, just “yes, you liked that.” Later you hit a brothel with animated scenes where the camera actually spends time on hands jerking you off and heels pressing on your chest while she rides you. At one point you are being milked between thick thighs while the UI reminds you of some heroic main quest you are ignoring completely. I laughed, then clicked “repeat scene.”

What I keep circling back to is how the harem side and the cheating side bump into each other. The game absolutely encourages you to collect girls like Pokémon, but it also slaps “loyalty” on some of them, then gives you mind control tools and expects you not to push it. There is this one scene where your main “good girl” is waiting in a temple, talking about faith and destiny, and you are off in a cave letting a giant-ass lamia wrap you up and stroke you off with her tail, whispering that the goddess only revived you so her pets have something new to break. You get a vaginal scene with her later where she rides you into the ground, calls you her hero, then right after that the game gives a route to make her your obedient slave with a few clicks and a cursed item. It is hot, but also kind of nasty in how casual it treats that shift. And yeah, everyone is huge: big tits everywhere, asses that swallow your hips when they sit on you, animated loops that focus on the little things like toes rubbing your shaft before the footjob actually starts. My academic side wants to rant about power fantasies and consent politics in hentai fantasy worlds, but my horny side was just happy the transitions between scenes are fast and the MC actually talks like a guy losing his mind from constant sex rather than a stoic light novel zombie. If you want to squeeze something out of every spicy moment, best way is to take it slow on first run, say “yes” to the scenes that feel wrong, “no” to a few on purpose, then come back with a walkthrough later and break everyone properly.

Alan is the kind of main guy who feels like one of those “route you always skip in other games” but here you are stuck in his head, staring at spreadsheets while your brain is somewhere else, mostly in Cristina’s panties. He is not some porn hero, he is nice, a bit boring, and that is why the sex hits harder. When you finally get a scene, it feels like both of you were edging inside this relationship for weeks. The game takes its time, almost too much, to make you care about her voice on the phone, those little messages, the way she sends you a playful photo that is not fully nude but your imagination fills the rest. Then later, when you see her body properly, tits soft but heavy, ass that moves when she breathes, it feels wrong and hot at the same time, because you know exactly who is supposed to be touching her and who is actually touching her.

Cristina is living in another city, always tired from teaching kids, trying to stay loyal, and you can feel her slipping. The first blowjob scene is not the filthiest one visually, but the context makes it dirty as hell. She is on her knees, camera framing her face at first, lips wrapping slow around the shaft while she tries to act like this is not a big deal. You see a small jerk of hesitation in the animation, like her brain saying “stop” for half a second, then she leans in deeper and you get this mix of spit and guilt. It is not just “oh wow, deepthroat”, it is “oh fuck, she is doing this for real and it is not you”. They use the animation to show those micro things: fingers clutching the base, her tongue sliding on the underside, little bobbing motion that becomes more eager. And then she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand like it is some regular thing now. That tiny gesture hit me more than the cum shot. By the way, the cum shot could be thicker, but I am picky with that. Also the sound of the bed is a bit too clean, I kept waiting for a squeak that never came and now it lives in my head.

Blake is the classic “roommate who looks harmless till he is not”, and the game loves to let you sit with him too long on the couch. At first you are like, alright, it is just banter, some teasing, hand on shoulder, this kind of stupid friendly groping moment where his fingers stay on her waist one second more than normal. The AI-made CG stuff actually helps here, faces sometimes look slightly off in a way that kind of fits the vibe, like everybody is pretending nothing is happening while their eyes glitch. There is a scene where Cristina is in casual clothes, no naked skin except a bit of cleavage, and Blake brushes past her in the kitchen, his hand clearly pressing on her ass like “oops, sorry”. You know it is not an oops. She freezes, then laughs it off, and you can almost hear her panties getting damp even if she keeps talking about some boring work story. Later, when she lets him slide his hand under her top and squeeze her tits, nipples already hard and poking through the fabric before he even reaches them, it feels like the kitchen touch was the real start. The game plays a dirty trick on you here: you can click choices that look like they will protect the relationship, but they only delay the fucking, not stop it. One branch I took had her giving Blake a slow handjob under a blanket while talking to Alan on voice call, her arm moving in that tiny loop, his cock pulsing in her fist, her voice just a little shaky while she lies through her teeth. It is cruel, and yeah, I hated it, and yeah, I reloaded the save and did it again. Only thing that annoyed me for real is the texting window: sometimes the font jumps a little and it pulls me out, but I still kept checking those messages like a jealous psycho. Anyway, the game never really lets you feel safe, and that is exactly why every kiss, every grope, every time she parts her lips around a dick that is not yours, gets under your skin and stays there.

Satoshi thinks a spooky couples event will fix his boring love life. That alone already tells you this guy is in trouble. He drags Mary and a bunch of other young couples to this “Test of Courage” on some abandoned island, in this old Japanese mansion that feels like a love hotel got possessed by a ghost with a cheating fetish. At first it feels almost goofy: Halloween vibes, dumb costumes, everyone in sexy outfits that would get you banned from Instagram in 3 seconds. Mary’s tits are practically a plot point. Short skirt riding up every time she moves, big ass that camera keeps sticking to, those kind of angles where your phone browser bar just quietly disappears. The game pretends it is about courage and true love, but half the time the “ritual” looks more like a set up for a bukkake scene that forgot to start filming.

The fun of this thing is how it messes with your head while also just throwing raw porn in your face. It plays that classic NTR trick where Satoshi keeps catching glimpses of Mary and the other girls getting way too friendly with the staff. An attendant’s hand sliding over Mary’s thigh in a dark corridor, someone groping Natsuki’s huge boobs in the shadow of a paper wall, a door opening just enough so you see Mary on her knees between two guys, drool on her chin, then it slams shut and Satoshi acts like maybe it was just his imagination. The horror angle is not about ghosts. It is that slow, sticky feeling that your girlfriend is getting wet for other cocks right in front of you, and the island itself kind of pushes everyone to be filthier. There are scenes where Mary gets pinned against a pillar, panties torn aside, big tits bouncing while she takes a rough vaginal pounding and Satoshi just stands there, brain fogged, watching her moan “no” while her hips grind for a deeper creampie. The more the “ritual” progresses, the more she shifts from shy to addicted, going from accidental groping in the hallway, to getting passed around in group sex, riding some random guy with her tongue out, begging for cum inside like that is the only way to save their love. It is ugly, horny, ridiculous and kind of fascinating if you study how NTR keeps recycling the same pain fantasy and people still eat it up on their phones in Incognito mode.

Sunshine Bay feels like the kind of place your dick and your conscience go to fight each other. You start as this junior law guy with a “serious future” and a serious girlfriend, Nicole, who’s hot in that smart professional way, but honestly, once you hit the bay she turns into more of a guilty background tab, like a Chrome window you’re too scared to close. Your sister calls you after years apart, begging you to help her keep her hotel alive, and that hotel is where everything quietly goes to hell. One minute you’re learning the ropes of bookings and handling annoying guests, next minute you’re getting your cock teased by a girl who has no idea she’s about two decisions away from a creampie on the lobby couch. Or she knows. Hard to say. People in this game smile with that “I might suck you off later” look and it works way too well.

The sex is filthy in that slow burn way. It doesn’t just throw you into tits and ass in the first five clicks, it crawls under your skin. You’re chatting with a guest about religion over morning coffee, she crosses her legs, sandal slipping off her heel, and two choices later you’ve got her toes wrapped around your shaft under the table. Footjob with the sound of seagulls in the background, like some cursed ASMR. Another path you’re helping a married milf unpack her bags, and she bends at just the right angle, blouse a bit too loose, tits spilling just enough for your brain to shut down. Titfuck in a half-unpacked room, her whispering that her husband doesn’t touch her like that anymore, and you’re just there trying not to cum too fast because the game lets you drag it out. There’s lesbian tension sneaking around too. One moment you’re catching two female guests kissing in the hallway, soft and careful, and if you play it right it turns into a three way where you’re almost an afterthought while they focus on each other, tongues, fingers, the whole thing dripping in front of you while you stroke yourself like a pathetic fanboy.

The twins are what really mess things up. They show up like sunshine with knives. Cute, playful, that “we finish each other’s sentences and maybe your soul” energy. They flirt as a pair, they tease as a pair, one grabbing your hand while the other presses her body against your back in the pool, their wet hair on your shoulders, asking these fake innocent questions about how “serious” Nicole really is to you. And if you give in, it’s not just one pussy, it’s mirrored chaos in your bed, one riding your face while the other sinks down on your cock, moaning in almost sync, and you just know you’re crossing a line you can’t explain on WhatsApp later. There’s interracial scenes tucked in, like this dark-skinned goddess at the bar who dominates the whole place without even raising her voice, and when you end up in her room she pushes you down and takes control without asking, handjob turning into a rough blowjob, her lips shiny, making you hold back until she decides you earn the creampie. On mobile it hits different, by the way, because you’re sitting there on the couch pretending you’re checking Instagram while the screen is filled with animated mouths on your cock, tongues sliding over the tip, your “moral choices” boiling down to whether you pull out or paint someone’s insides. Your sister keeps trusting you. Nicole keeps sending sweet messages. And you keep clicking that one option you know you shouldn’t, just to see who ends up on their knees next.