You roll into VAM City thinking it’s going to be normal college life, maybe cheap coffee and boring lectures, but the whole place feels like it was designed by a horny psychologist who hates your dignity. Classes are almost background noise here. The real “curriculum” happens in the hospital corridors, the park at night, that too-clean café where the waitresses smile a bit too long, and of course the campus itself where every professor and senior seems to know you’re easy to fluster. The game throws you in as this kind of clueless male protagonist who thinks it’s a simple dating sim, then suddenly you’re kneeling in a nurse’s office, trying to keep eye contact while she taps a clipboard against your cheek like you’re a misbehaving pet. There’s humor in how shameless it all is. One moment a girl with a ridiculous ass is leaning over a vending machine “by accident,” next moment you get caught staring and she offers you a deal: do a few humiliating “favors” and maybe she lets you get a closer look next time. Or not. She might just laugh with her friend about how red your face gets.

The whole thing is sandboxy enough that you kind of wander around VAM City, picking where to waste your time and dignity. You hang at the park pretending you’re out for fresh air, but the game knows you’re actually hoping that strict college girl shows up to walk her dog again so she can order you to pick up after it “since you like watching so much.” At the café you get stuck wiping tables while a busty barista leans down to “check your work,” her tits almost in your face while she insults your cleaning skills and your stamina in the same breath. There’s this breaking of your ego that is somehow playful and cruel at the same time. They joke, they humiliate, they make you pay coins you barely have just to buy them something stupid like a milkshake or a new collar for their cat, and you do it, because the promise of a short animation of her grinding on your lap or choking you with a forced blowjob is just barely enough to keep you chasing. Some scenes lean pretty hard into voyeur stuff too. You peek through a classroom door, thinking you’ll see something soft and romantic, but it’s actually a teacher punishing another guy, slapping his face, making him lick her heel while you watch and pray she doesn’t notice you. Later she does notice you, of course, in the hospital of all places, when you go for a “routine check,” and suddenly her exam feels more like an interrogation mixed with a dom session. There’s a weird charm in how unpolished the whole city feels, like everybody is improvising their fetishes on the spot. Sometimes it’s awkward, sometimes it’s hot as hell, sometimes you just end up standing in the wrong corridor thinking, “why am I being forced to wear a girl’s panties under my uniform just so I can join a study group?” but you still click yes and keep going, because VAM City doesn’t really ask for your pride, it just assumes it already owns it.

Magic shows up, breaks the world, and somehow you still end up in a school full of hot girls with huge tits arguing about homework and ancient curses in the same breath. That’s kind of the vibe here. You’re Lux, the rare guy who is supposed to be able to use magic, but in practice you’re just this half-useless dude that everyone keeps poking and testing. The city is all neon and runes, like a Pinterest board where someone mixed “urban decay” with “mystic academia” and then spilled sex all over it. Women are the only ones allowed to actually throw spells around, so you’re walking through hallways full of smug witches in tight uniforms, swishing their skirts and swinging their big asses like they know exactly what you’re staring at. And they do. There’s this club, the Paranormal Events Club, tiny chaotic crew of girls who treat curses like side quests and your dick like a lab sample. One minute you’re chasing some creepy spirit in a locker room, the next you’ve got a monster girl pinning you against the tiles, dripping slime and whispering in your ear how “mana exchange” works in a very hands-on way.

What surprised me is how horny and serious it can feel in the same moment. You’re walking through the campus, girls gossiping, magic sigils glowing on vending machines, then boom, sudden scene where one of the P.E.C. girls drags you into an empty classroom to “test your compatibility.” She locks the door, climbs on your lap, grinding slow on you through your pants while the desks are still arranged for a normal lesson. Her tits are almost falling out of her top, she’s breathing hard, using some little spell so nobody hears her moaning your name when you finally slide inside her. Animated thrusts, her ass bouncing in your face when she turns around on the desk, nails digging into the wood, chalk dust on her thighs. It feels messy and hot, not like those stiff pose galleries. Then next scene she’s pretending nothing happened, just talking about some ancient library called Akasha, asking you what you think, like she didn’t have your cum running down her legs ten minutes ago. The adventure stuff sneaks up on you too. One mission in the city sewers, chasing a curse that warped into this busty, feral monster girl with glowing eyes. She slams you against the tunnel wall and rides you like she’s trying to break a spell with her hips, water splashing, her tail curling around your leg while she milks you dry. It’s sexy as fuck, but also kind of sad when you realize she used to be just a regular girl before magic ruined her. Then the game goes back to dumb school drama and you’re thinking about her way longer than you expect. I kept getting distracted, wanting to screenshot little details on my phone like I do when I’m building moodboards in Canva, saving outfits, locker scribbles, stupid magical posters, instead of just rushing to the next sex scene. Honestly though, the fast travel annoyed me for a bit and one of the menus feels like it was designed at 4 in the morning and never touched again. I hated it, then I got used to it, then I hated it again. The whole thing has that rough, not fully polished feel, like everyone’s still figuring shit out, including Lux, including the girls, including the city itself. Which kind of fits, because the sex is exactly like that too: clumsy, intense, strangely human, sometimes too much, sometimes not enough, but very hard to stop watching. **Dare to play it alone, or invite company?**

Vacation in this thing feels like someone put a porn game and a lazy Sunday detective show in a blender, forgot the lid, and just let it splatter everywhere. You’re this burned out cop finally getting time off, expecting beaches and cocktails, and what you get is a storm, a creaky old house, and a small collection of women who, basically, have zero respect for personal space. The game doesn’t rush the sex right away, which I liked way more than I expected. First you’re just walking around, stuck inside because of the rain, checking rooms, bumping into half-dressed milfs and girls who treat clothing like a suggestion. At first it’s just teasing. A towel slipping when she thinks nobody’s watching, a shower door not properly closed, a laptop on the bed playing porn while she’s “not touching herself” at all. Sure.

The sandbox part is actually pretty chill. You click around the house, watch how the day moves, and slowly figure out everyone’s little secret. There’s this one scene where you accidentally walk past an open door and catch her on the couch, legs wide, vibrator buzzing like crazy, and she still acts offended that you didn’t knock. I laughed out loud. Then I reloaded to watch it again, because, yeah. Voyeur stuff is everywhere. You can stand there like a creep, peeking at them masturbating, or you can act polite and then end up with her on her knees anyway, pretending she’s “just helping you relax” with her mouth. The animations are surprisingly expressive in those moments, you see the body move, tits bouncing while she rides you, or her ass grinding down on your lap until your cum fills her and she looks pleased with herself, like she solved a puzzle. I had one run where I tried to avoid creampies and it lasted like 10 minutes before the game threw a “whoops, slipped inside” kind of scene at me and I just gave up.

What really caught me is the pacing, though. It’s not just click boob, get reward. Sometimes you do a little favor, chat during breakfast, hear some half-serious backstory, then later that same woman is pushing your head between her legs on the balcony, clearly enjoying the risk of someone down the street maybe seeing something. The humor is low-key stupid, in a good way. There’s a part where you’re supposed to “investigate” something, because yeah, detective instincts, but it turns into you stuck in a closet watching two of them make out on the bed and eventually go from kissing to full-on pussy eating while you try not to breathe too loud. It’s kinda hot and kinda funny, because you’re supposed to be a professional and instead you’re hiding like a horny teenager. I wish the UI didn’t make me misclick so often on the damn stairs but whatever, I still kept going back to certain events, like the shower blowjob where water runs over her big tits while she looks up at you, or the quiet night where she sneaks into your room, pulls your pants down silently and strokes you under the blanket, whispering that the others might hear you if you moan too loud. I opened this in Chrome on my phone once, saying I’ll just check one scene, and suddenly I’m sitting there, screen brightness low, following some stupid little side route just because I wanted to see if she’d use that toy on herself or on me. She used it on herself, by the way, and made such a mess on the sheets that I actually laughed, thinking whoever owns that house is never getting that deposit back.

The guy in this game is basically the family dog that learned how to walk and fuck. For three years he runs around doing everything for his wife’s people, and they still treat him like trash. That bitter, stuck feeling is the main flavor here. You start as this useless-feeling husband who everybody orders around, and little by little the game lets you poke behind the polite mask of this “respectable” family. The dev clearly loves slow corruption, because at the start you’re just clicking through chores, errands, boring stuff, and then little cracks appear: a sister-in-law caught half naked in a room she’s “cleaning”, a mother-in-law having late-night “talks” on the phone, your wife acting tired but somehow always dressed like she expects someone else. It looks like a regular house, normal town, all that, but the vibe is more like you walked into a porn shoot where everyone forgot to stop lying.

Since it’s a sandbox, you wander a lot. Sometimes it’s hot, sometimes it’s just you walking from one room to another like an idiot because you forgot where the kitchen is. You open the wrong door and boom, animated scene of your wife on her knees, hand wrapped around some guy’s cock, acting like she never even heard your name. The game makes you watch, not in a quick cutscene, but in this low, humiliating, drawn-out way. You can click around, peek from different spots, try to confront, or just swallow it and pretend. The “point and click” stuff actually helps the netorare hit harder, because you’re the one guiding him into his own misery. One minute you’re doing some dumb quest to earn a bit of money, and the next you come back and she’s moaning on the couch, tits bouncing in this really shameless 3D animation, while the family just pretends nothing weird is going on. Well, except they sometimes watch too, because nobody here is normal.

Prostitution creeps in slowly. You’re already used to being treated like a tool, so when the game gives you the option to rent out your wife’s body, or help certain “family members” make extra cash, it doesn’t even feel that strange anymore. That’s probably the most fucked up part: you kind of slide into it. You go from “no way” to “ok, just once” to arranging her meeting with some fat old guy at a hotel, then walking home alone. There are quests tied to this, of course, with money rewards, item unlocks, new CGs, all that. The 3D scenes are actually pretty good at showing weight and movement, especially when she’s getting pounded hard, tits slapping, his hand on her throat, her trying to keep her voice down because someone’s in the next room. The “family secret” angle is nice too; everyone is hiding something. Some of them are using him, some of them are being used worse than him, and some are enjoying every second of it. I liked how sometimes the MC finally grows a pair and tries to take control during vaginal scenes, really giving it to a girl, and then later the same girl is bouncing on another guy’s dick like it’s her real job. The game hates him and loves him at the same time. I kinda do too.

Vanessa thinks she’s just taking a comfy office job, talking about other people’s messy love lives while she sits in a nice chair with a clipboard. Then the elevator doors open, she sees her ex again, and her brain basically bluescreens. This is the woman who used to make her legs shake against a cheap mattress, now in a fancy suit, acting all professional, like she didn’t once make Vanessa come so hard she bit her own shoulder. And yeah, technically Vanessa is here as a “relationship psychologist,” but it takes about five minutes to realize the whole company is horny, lonely and way too hot to keep things strictly ethical. Every session turns into a test: listen like a good therapist, or slide a little closer, touch a little longer, let those “what if” thoughts drip into something real.

The vibe is slow burn at first, like a good office gossip chat that accidentally turns filthy. You sit across from a coworker with a ring on their finger and a dead bedroom at home, they talk about frustration, and your brain goes: “What if we just… fix that. Right here.” Some are soft and shy, fingers twisting their wedding band while their eyes keep dropping to Vanessa’s chest. Some are cocky, literally, with that futa coworker who can’t sit still in her chair because she’s hard as hell under the desk, trying to keep it “medical.” There’s this one scene that really stuck in my head: late evening, blinds half closed, the city lights outside, and Vanessa is kneeling between a client’s legs, pretending it’s still a session. She keeps asking calm questions with her mouth full, like “Does this help with your anxiety?” while spit and precum run down her chin, and the client can’t even answer, just grabbing her hair. It’s filthy and a little funny at the same time, like porn with a straight face that keeps slipping. Sometimes she starts the session with a notebook and ends it with her tits wrapped around someone’s shaft, trying to keep eye contact like it’s part of the therapy method. Other times it’s just her alone, past midnight, rubbing herself on her office chair after someone leaves, panties pushed aside, hand clamped over her mouth so no one in the hallway hears her moan her ex’s name instead of the client’s.

Half of the fun is how the “sandbox” stuff makes it feel like wandering in horny LinkedIn. You check your messages like you’re opening Slack, only instead of boring memos it’s a married woman hinting about “extra help” or a jealous coworker asking for a private talk in the break room. You poke around the building, pop into someone’s office, and next thing you’re sitting on their lap, their hands under your blouse while they confess their “emotional needs.” The teasing is constant: ass brushing against someone’s crotch in the copy room, a “friendly” hug turning into a hand sliding down the back of your skirt, a coworker dropping a file and making very sure you see her big tits when she bends to pick it up. Sometimes it’s gentle stuff like soft lesbian kissing in the storage room, thighs pressed together, fingers sneaking under a blouse. Sometimes it’s rougher: a client pinning Vanessa against her own door when she tries to keep it professional, grinding against her big ass until she finally gives up and opens her legs. The best part is how often the game lets you just sit in the tension, watching someone stare at her mouth while pretending to talk about their “communication issues” at home. One moment she’s giving calm advice, the next she’s stroking them off under the desk while they try to keep their voice level, swallowing moans between fake business words. And somewhere in the background, her ex is always there, watching, testing, flirting through half-truths, like the final boss of bad decisions. It feels messy, horny in a very “this is a terrible idea, keep going” way, and yeah, it made me hate my own boring non-horny office job a little bit more.

Three guys, one messy timeline, way too many chances to fuck it all up and still end up balls-deep in someone you probably shouldn’t be touching. That’s basically the whole vibe here. It looks like your usual “oh we’re in school, we’re adults, we’re responsible” kind of story, but the game never really pretends these dudes think clearly when there’s a soft pair of tits in front of them. You jump between the vice-president boy who tries to act like a prince, the lazy college clown who coasts on charm, and the older bar owner who pretends he’s above it all while obviously staring at every big ass that walks by. It feels like watching three porn plots that keep bumping into each other, with all the slow teasing and “this is a bad idea but I’m horny” energy that actually makes you lean toward the screen.

What gets fun is how the game loves to make you build things up, then finally let everything snap. Like you’re stuck in a quiet classroom with that girl who everyone thinks is all innocent, and you’ve been nice, you’ve been a gentleman, you’ve helped her with her notes. Then there’s this one click where you decide “fuck it” and suddenly his hand is on her thigh under the desk, she’s pretending to still read, her face going red, her eyes not even on the page anymore. Pants get tighter, she whispers your name, and you get that little animated movement where her lips wrap around his cock for the first time and you think “yeah, that’s exactly how he should lose that perfect reputation.” Or the neighbor milf who keeps “accidentally” brushing her tits against you in the hallway until you end up in her living room. First she “just wants a massage” and then her bra is off, her nipples are hard and shiny, and you watch her bounce slow and heavy on your dick while the game lets you decide whether you pull out like a saint or fill her up and hope she’s not ovulating. Spoiler, we always go for creampie, we just pretend to feel bad about it.

There’s a lot of little stuff that feels kinda personal. Like that moment in the club room where the sporty girl acts all cocky and pushes you against the wall, but the second you grab her ass with both hands she melts, starts grinding on your thigh, then pulls her shorts aside for you instead of taking them off properly. Or the bar scenes with the older women, where they flirt too hard, pretend to be in control, then end up on their knees behind the counter, hair messy, throat working around your shaft while you try not to click too fast on the next dialogue because the animation is actually hotter than you expected. It’s not just “boobs in your face, fuck now,” there’s that slow burning, the build up, the heavy make-out on the couch, fingering through panties, her moaning against your neck, then suddenly she’s on all fours on the bed with that round ass up and you’re choosing between sliding in slow or just ramming her until the headboard hits. The multiple endings thing makes it worse, because you keep thinking “this time I’ll be romantic” and somehow we still end up groping someone in a dark corridor and leaving them dripping on the floor after a rough quickie. Honestly, the game pretends to be all sweet and romantic, but after the third time we’re buried deep inside a classmate who definitely should not be moaning that loud with her legs on our shoulders, it’s kinda obvious everyone here just wants an excuse to be fucked stupid. And yeah, we’re not complaining. Much. I still hate that one tiny UI button on the bottom right though.

Chasing Memories feels like someone smashed a horny Pokémon clone, a trashy fantasy light novel, and a half-broken sandbox RPG into one browser tab and said, yeah, this is fine. You wake up with no memories, which sounds dramatic, but in practice it just means you can shamelessly hit on every woman and monster girl you meet without needing an excuse. One scene you’re pretending to care about the mystery of your past, next scene you’re getting a slow, teasing handjob from a smug fox girl who “only does this to relax your mind.” Sure. Totally the***. I was running Discord, Telegram, and the game side by side, trying to answer messages, and every time I alt-tabbed back I had another horny line of dialogue waiting, like the game was judging my attention span. The best part is how it swings between goofy and brutal without asking permission: you’re flirting with a slime girl, she’s all bouncy boobs and playful jiggles, then in combat her animated attack literally splashes into you with this wet sound, and a few encounters later some other monster is getting her torso ripped open in a graphic finish if you decide to play rough. It tries to be sweet and romantic, then casually throws graphic violence on the screen like “anyway, back to the harem.”

The turn-based combat really is Pokémon-brain fuel, but horny. Every monster girl has her own little animated moves, some cute as hell, some actually kind of fucked up. One uses a “charm” style skill that lowers your stats while she strokes your cock with slow loops, the animation lingering way longer than it needs to, and if the status effect lands, your character basically becomes a useless, throbbing mess for a few turns. Another one goes full murder mode with claws and blood, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to fuck her or run. The sandbox style stuff is messy in a good way, too: you wander into a dungeon, get a random encounter, maybe it’s just a boring fight, maybe it’s a special girl with a full animated sex scene if you pick the right choices. I got lost in one cave for like twenty minutes just because I wanted to see if the bat girl would actually sit on my face if I picked the most reckless dialogue, and yes, she did, with looping vaginal riding that synced with the battle-style sound effects in this weirdly satisfying way. The harem angle is strong but also kind of trashy, in that mobile-game ad way, which I liked and hated at the same time. Sometimes the AI-generated CG looks amazing, like fantasy porn art you’d save to a hidden folder, and sometimes the proportions are cursed and her hand looks like it belongs to another body, but by the time she’s grinding on your dick and moaning through another animated loop you kind of stop caring. It’s an adventure that pretends to be about chasing your past, but really it’s about chasing the next scene where some monster girl wraps her thighs around you and squeezes until you can’t think about anything else.

Solace City looks clean from far away, like a postcard you buy in an airport, but when you actually walk its streets it feels sticky, like someone spilled sex and blood everywhere and never wiped it up right. You play this guy who clearly has done some serious shit before the story starts, the kind of man who knows exactly how to break a jaw and still offers his seat on the subway. He shows up in this huge corrupt city with nothing but bad memories, a smart mouth, and that “I should probably mind my own business but I won’t” attitude. The whole thing is built around a mystery that keeps mutating. You think it is just missing girls, then suddenly you are snooping around a supposedly normal campus, watching drunk students pretend everything is fine while you know some of them might be running blackmail rings, porn stings, or worse. One moment you are joking with a cute girl outside a dorm, the next you are in a warehouse watching a guy bleed on the floor because you made a choice three scenes ago that pissed off the wrong people. The game loves this shit, this mix of flirting, violence, and “oh fuck, that escalated fast.”

Most of the time you are in visual novel mode, clicking through dialogue, picking who to help, who to lie to, and when to just grab someone by the throat and shove them against a wall. There are animated scenes for the fun parts, and the sex isn’t shy. Girls strip slow when they trust you, fast when they are angry and horny and trying to prove a point. One of the best moments for me was in a shitty little student bar: you are playing a dumb arcade-style minigame on a busted machine with this girl who looks too innocent for this city, betting clothes instead of coins. She starts losing on purpose, watching you from the corner of her eye, unbuttoning her shirt piece by piece while the neon lights flicker and some asshole pukes in the bathroom. Another time you are in a luxury penthouse, holding a gun you stole two scenes earlier, with a crime boss on his knees and his girlfriend in nothing but heels behind you, still catching her breath because you absolutely railed her to get her to betray him. Choices can swing you between “romantic protector” and “cold psycho” real fast. You might spend five minutes comforting a traumatized girl, letting her cry on your shoulder, then walk outside, grab the guy who hurt her, and pulp his face against a car hood. There is romance here, but it is romance built from bruises, secrets, and morning-after sex where nobody is sure if they are safe or just addicted. Sometimes the pacing feels like a drunk party: quiet talk in the kitchen, then suddenly someone is naked on the balcony screaming at the neighbors, then back to whispering about who disappeared last semester. You chase leads, unlock scenes, play around with minigames that pop up just when you were getting used to only clicking choices, and every time you think “ok, that’s enough crazy” the game just smiles and throws another girl, another threat, another chance to fuck or destroy someone right in your lap.

There is this mid-level office dude, totally average, not a porn protagonist at all, sitting in his boring open space and realizing his sex life with his hot wife feels like the company PowerPoint template: functional, predictable, absolutely dead inside. The game picks up right in that quiet panic where everything is “fine” but your brain starts scratching at the walls. Instead of buying a sports car he discovers he’s turned on by the idea of other guys touching her. Not some deep romance thing, more like “what if she came home smelling like another man’s cum and I couldn’t stop jerking off about it.” The story leans into that headspace hard. You’re not playing some chad, you’re playing a guy who will spend half a scene zoning out while watching her text someone else, half horrified, half hard, checking his phone screen brightness like it’s going to hide the shame. And the game is very blunt about it: she’s not some vague fantasy cutout, she has a body that looks like it should be in a cheap tab you keep open in Chrome, big tits that strain her blouses, a butt that makes the office chair look like it’s doing something sinful, and a face that flips between sweet wife energy and “I know exactly what I’m doing to you” when she glances over her shoulder during a handjob.

What hits weirdly strong is how the “sharing” doesn’t stay abstract. It starts small, like you suggesting she wear a tighter top to a company drinking party and then trying to act casual when your boss stares at her chest too long. There’s this one moment where you’re walking home behind her and a random black guy passes and she just smiles a bit too brightly. The game zooms that tiny smile, the little animated pause, and you know exactly where the protagonist’s brain goes. Later, when she’s in a cheap hotel room with someone else, her tits bouncing in these jerky little loops, it’s not some soft-focus romance, it’s raw: his hands on her hips, her moaning louder for him than she ever did for you, and you sitting alone, making choices on your phone like some degenerate manager of your own humiliation. Sometimes you encourage her, sometimes you chicken out, sometimes you try to keep it “netorase” and it slips into full-on netorare anyway because she clearly enjoys the new dick more than she “should.” The scenes don’t hide it. You see her hand wrapped around another guy’s cock while she’s on call with you, hear the sloppy sounds, see cum painting those huge breasts that were “yours” yesterday. And the game keeps asking with these quiet little choices: are you still okay with this, or are you lying to yourself while you jerk off to your own heartbreak. It’s messy, horny, animated just enough that her shiver when he pushes in feels way too real, and the whole thing sits right in that uncomfortable place between fantasy and “oh fuck, this would actually destroy me,” which of course is exactly why it works.