Christmas in this game feels like someone mashed Pornhub search history with a cheap Hallmark movie, then decided, yeah, that’s fine, let it snow. You play as the boyfriend who is technically the “main character”, but in practice you end up feeling more like a ghost watching your own relationship from the ceiling. Ariana comes over all excited for a long dirty night, already talking about what she wants to do with her mouth, with her tits, grinding on you in that teasing way where she pretends she’s innocent while describing exactly how she wants your cum inside her. Then the job call hits, like a boring capitalist cockblock, and suddenly he’s gone, and you’re left with her, the empty house, and a brain full of guilt and curiosity. The game leans hard into that voyeur angle. You’re not just watching Ariana, you’re watching yourself fail at basic boyfriend duties while she tries to keep her pussy loyal and her thoughts clean, and it’s honestly kind of funny how fast that falls apart.

Because then Santa shows up. Not the Coca Cola one, not the fat soft grandpa from kids movies. This Santa is basically NTR in a red coat, with this big black cock that might as well have its own postal code. The game knows exactly what it’s doing with that. Every time Ariana says she’s trying to be faithful, the camera lingers on her lips, or on how her thighs press together, or on the wet spot growing while she denies she’s thinking about that one previous night with a “different” guy. There’s this one scene where she’s on the couch, phone in hand, half-writing a text to you and half staring at Santa’s bulge while he pretends to talk about “saving Christmas”. She keeps biting her lip, the text box opens and closes, autocorrect pops up dumb suggestions, and she just erases everything and instead drops to her knees. No big speech, no drama. Just this slow slide down his pants and a shot of her face when she sees how big he actually is, like her whole moral system just short-circuited between her legs.

The sex itself is very direct. Lots of oral, and she’s not shy about it at all. Ariana drools, gags, smears spit all over that shaft, uses both hands like she’s worshipping something sacred and obscene at the same time. She keeps saying it’s “only to help”, that it’s “for Christmas”, which is honestly such a funny excuse that it becomes hot. When they finally fuck, you can tell the game wants you to feel both horny and slightly sick with jealousy. Her nails drag down his back, her tits bounce all over the place, her ass slaps against his hips, and she just keeps asking for it deeper, harder, like she forgot you exist. There’s one angle where you basically see the outline of his cock through her belly when he really rams in, and if you’re already on the edge with NTR, that moment might finish you or break you. She talks about your name once, then mid-moan she replaces it with “Santa” without even noticing, and I actually paused there just to think about how identity kind of collapses when desire is stronger than memory. The final creampie feels like a punchline: thick load leaking out of her stretched pussy while Christmas lights blink in the background, like the universe is quietly clapping for adultery. If you want to squeeze every filthy drop out of it, mute your Spotify, put your phone face-down, lean into the jealousy, and let Ariana ruin your Christmas on purpose.

Malcolm is the kind of guy you scroll past in real life without even noticing. Skinny, nervous, always a little hunched like the world is too loud for him. The game just throws you into his messy life in Walkerville, this weirdly normal Texas town that keeps acting like it’s hiding something behind every white picket fence and church smile. He lives with his mom and his sisters, and yeah, the game does not pretend that everyone’s thoughts are pure. It starts small. A door not fully closed when his older sister changes, that one innocent towel slip that lingers a bit too long, a late night where he “accidentally” opens the wrong room and just stands there, watching, hand already twitching toward his crotch before you even realize you clicked. The voyeur stuff creeps in quiet, like it was always there and the game just lets you stop pretending.

What surprised me is how it mixes dumb horny jokes with moments that feel kind of raw. Malcolm wants to stop being this loser and “be alpha” or whatever, but you see him in front of his laptop, porn tabs open, jerking off to the thought of his own mother bending over the laundry basket, big ass filling the screen, and you can feel how pathetic he knows he is. The game lets you push him further. You decide if he keeps watching from the crack of the door or actually walks in when his busty mom is stretched over the couch, panties riding up, asking for “a quick back rub” that your brain instantly twists into something else. It’s dirty in a way that feels almost too close, like browsing Pornhub in a private tab and suddenly stumbling on that one “mom” actress that reminds you of someone you know. You can focus on straight stuff if you want, just tits, pussies, toys, bare skin under flimsy house clothes, that kind of thing. Or you poke into the futa / trans side of town, which the game flags clearly so you don’t wander into it by accident, and there’s this odd thrill when a girl you thought was just a cute neighbor ends up pulling out something thick and throbbing from under her skirt while still having soft curves and a wet, tight pussy. It makes Malcolm freak out a bit, and it kind of made me do the same, in a good way.

Scenes play out slowly, with that visual novel pacing where you click through every little smirk and every bad joke he throws out when he’s nervous. Sometimes it works, like when his milf mom calls him out for staring and you can either chicken out or double down and compliment her tits in this awkward, blunt way that somehow gets her blushing instead of slapping him. Other times it drags on while you just want to reach the moment where she wraps her lips around his cock or grinds her big ass against him in the kitchen and “accidentally” rubs the tip against her soaked panties. There is this one masturbation scene with his younger sister, caught on a half-broken phone camera in the bathroom mirror, where she thinks nobody is home and spreads herself on the sink, one hand on her clit, the other holding a cheap toy she probably ordered from Amazon. That part stuck with me way more than I expected. Not even the nudity, but the way she looks around, bites her lip, keeps whispering Malcolm’s name like she hates herself for it. The humor cuts through sometimes, with him making stupid inner comments while jerking to his own family, but then in the next click his cock is out in his room and he is stroking himself raw, trying not to moan too loud while listening to muffled sounds through the wall. It is messy, horny, a bit trashy, and doesn’t really care about being “nice”. Which kind of fits this town full of smiling faces and very dirty secrets, all waiting for Malcolm to stop pretending he is just a passive loser and start fucking his way into the role he keeps dreaming about.

Life kicks you in the balls, spits on you a little, then sends you back to your crappy small town with a useless degree and zero plan. That’s where you start here. No epic hero, no chosen one, just a tired guy with no job, cold looks from the people who took him in, and the constant feeling that life is already over before it even got good. Then she shows up. Not in some cute “anime girl trips into your lap” way either. More like “horns, claws, way-too-sultry voice, and eyes that know exactly how much of a loser you are” kind of entrance. She calls herself a goddess. She looks like something your priest would have a stroke over. And she wants you. Not for your charm. For a deal. Your body, your sins, your help… in exchange for a life where you actually get to fuck your way through power, revenge, and very, very unholy romance.

The setup feels like some messed up dating sim smashed into a fantasy cult story. You go from sleeping in a room that smells like old socks to getting pulled into a world where nuns are not exactly pure, monster girls want more than a cuddle, and faith is something moaned, not whispered. You’re free to wander around, poke your nose where it shouldn’t be, slide into people’s lives, then into their beds. One route you’re sweet-talking a strict religious milf who thinks she can “save” you, next moment you’re on your knees between her thighs, hands buried in her big ass while she forgets all about God. Another time you’re dealing with a smug futa with a holy symbol on her chest and a very unholy problem in her pants, watching her ahegao while you stroke her off, half guilty, half addicted. Sometimes it’s soft, like kissing a shy monster girl under the moon, her tentacles wrapping around your legs while she gives you a slow, sloppy blowjob that feels like it takes ages. Sometimes it’s five bodies tangled at once, tits pressed together, tongues crossing, your cock sliding between big breasts while someone else sucks on your toes and another girl rides your face. It jumps from romance to filth so fast your brain just kind of gives up and enjoys the ride.

What makes it fun is how messy it feels. You’re not some confident porn hero. You’re awkward, you say the wrong shit, you pick a choice because you’re horny and suddenly you’re in a threesome you absolutely were not ready for. One moment you’re holding a girl’s hand, promising her something sweet, and the next you’re pinned to an altar with her and her “sister” grinding on you, swapping spit over your mouth, both of them moaning your name like it’s a prayer. There’s lesbian stuff all over the place too, like you walk in on two monster girls going down on each other and instead of the usual “oh no, I’m sorry,” you just quietly sit, watch, and the game lets it play out, full animated tongues and all. Interracial, milfs, futas, holy girls, monster cuties, mobile-friendly enough that you can sneak a quick footjob scene on your phone while pretending to scroll Instagram. Sometimes the pacing is weird and scenes hit you out of nowhere, like you were just trying to grind a bit and suddenly a nun is sucking you off behind the church, drool dripping down your shaft, eyes rolled up like a possessed angel. But honestly, that chaos fits the whole “sold your soul to a horny goddess with an agenda” vibe. It feels less like a clean porn catalog and more like your life went off the rails and landed right in a pile of tits, tentacles, and very bad decisions that feel really, really good.

Summer in this game feels like that sticky week in August where everything is boring as hell, you’re scrolling on your phone, refreshing the same three apps, and suddenly you start noticing how your foster mom bends over in the kitchen. It plays right in that lazy suburb vibe: hot air, cheap fan, squeaky floor, and everyone in the house pretending to be normal while their clothes keep getting shorter. You’re the guy stuck in the middle of it, doing fake “quests” to make yourself feel productive while your eyes keep wandering to tits and asses you’re not really supposed to stare at. Of course you stare anyway. The game knows that. It pushes you toward it, slowly, like that first time you hovered too long over someone’s Instagram story, zooming in on the bikini shot.

What I liked is how regular moments get horny for no good reason. You wake up, walk to the kitchen, foster mom is there in a thin tank top with no bra, nipples poking through, and she just “forgets” to notice you’re basically eye-level with her chest when she leans down. The foster sister lounges on the couch in tiny shorts, legs open a bit too much, scrolling TikTok, pretending your gaze doesn’t turn her on. You get small scenes where you “help” her put sunscreen on by the backyard pool and your hand just stays on her ass a little longer, fingers sliding too close, and she shivers and pretends it’s just the wind. The voyeur stuff hits good too: passing by half open doors, catching her taking a selfie in the mirror with her tits pushed together, or seeing foster mom in the shower through fogged glass, hand between her legs, thinking no one is watching. Except you are. You always are. Sometimes the game makes you wait, which is annoying and kind of hot at the same time.

The lewd scenes themselves feel like a teenager’s fever dream that accidentally grew up a little. Handjobs on the couch while the TV is on, her stroking you under a blanket while the sound of some dumb sitcom laughs in the background. Big tits filling the screen when she “teaches” you how to relax, wrapping her fingers around your cock, slow and sloppy, eyes locked on yours like this is just another part of family life. There’s a bit with foster mom bending over to pick something up and if you played smart before, you can step closer, grab her hips from behind, let her feel how hard you are through your shorts. She pretends to resist for half a second, then pushes her ass back into you in this slow, greedy grind. And yeah, the asses here are exactly what the tags promise: big, bouncy, the kind that jiggles when you smack it and keeps jiggling a second too long. Sometimes the pacing drags, sometimes the dialogue feels like it was written by a horny guy who discovered Google Translate, but it sort of matches the messy, not-quite-right vibe of a foster family that suddenly feels way too intimate for comfort. It’s like being trapped in a long, endless, way-too-sexual summer, where every glance is a test and every “innocent” touch can turn into something you absolutely shouldn’t be doing, but do anyway.

Charlie thinks he is just going to one of those boring business dinners with his dad, the kind where old guys talk about stocks and golf, and you just sit there trying not to fall asleep while scrolling TikTok under the table. Instead he walks straight into a slow motion car crash for his whole family, and the game makes you watch every second of it, like one of those trainwreck Reddit threads where you tell yourself “ok last post” and then suddenly you are fifty comments deep. The new partner, Marcus, walks in like he owns the restaurant, and pretty fast it feels like he owns the dad, the mom, the house, even the damn air in the living room. His son Tyler is there too, cocky as fuck, smiling at Charlie’s twin sister like he already fucked her in his head three times before dessert. Nothing crazy happens at first, it is all polite smiles and firm handshakes and “so proud of you, son”, but the camera keeps lingering on Skylar’s eyes a little too long when she looks at Marcus, and you just know that this shit is not going to stay wholesome for long. That is the fun part, by the way, it never jumps straight into the porn, it lets the tension sit there, like when you are in a crowded subway and you feel somebody standing a bit too close behind you and you are not sure if it is an accident or not.

Later, when they all start visiting each other more, the vibe in the house changes. Skylar in her elegant dresses that try to be modest but cling to her ass anyway, pouring wine for Marcus, laughing at his jokes, leaning forward so you see her tits almost spill out. She is pushing 40, but the game shows her like she is at that perfect age where she knows exactly what her body does to men and also hates herself a little for enjoying it. There is one scene where Charlie comes home and finds her in the kitchen, hair a bit messy, lipstick slightly smudged, dress hitched up just a tiny bit too high, and Marcus’s car is still in the driveway. Nothing is said, nobody confesses anything, but the way she avoids his eyes while pretending everything is “normal” hits harder than any cheap sex scene. And then, of course, later you see exactly what was happening in that kitchen, from a different angle, with her bent over the table, hands flat on the wood, big tits swaying while Marcus pounds her like she was never even a wife, just some thick bitch he picked up. The game loves this kind of structure, it shows you the innocent version first, then comes back and twists the knife, and honestly it makes you feel like shit and horny at the same time.

Claire, the twin, is on a totally different path, but it still circles around Marcus and Tyler. She is the pretty one, the golden girl, the type that posts gym selfies on Instagram and gets 3k likes from dudes with “alpha” in the name. When Tyler starts hanging around, she talks to him like it is nothing, but the body language is all over the place. Short shorts on the couch, legs open just a bit too wide, teasing him with these “you wouldn’t dare” looks. There is one moment in the pool where she climbs on his shoulders, laughing, while Charlie just sits there watching, alone, and the camera angle makes it too obvious she is rubbing herself on the back of Tyler’s neck. It is not subtle. Then later, when she finally gives in, she rides him like she has been waiting years for this kind of dick, big hands on her hips, her ass bouncing up and down, water shining on her skin. And she looks over Tyler’s shoulder, right into the imaginary “camera”, like she knows you are watching her destroy that good-girl image. Honestly, her moaning gets a bit too repetitive, like the same 3 lines on loop, and it pulled me out for a second, but after that I forgot again because the scene just keeps pushing it, testing how far she will go.

Hana is the only one who actually feels safe at first, the childhood friend, the sweet one who studies hard and sends you stupid memes on WhatsApp at random hours. The game plays her more lowkey, less obvious slut energy, more the girl you secretly want to marry but you are too dumb to say anything. When the whole BNWO influence starts touching her too, it stings different. There is this classroom scene, Charlie and Hana alone, desks around them, papers everywhere, where she admits she feels “weird” about all the changes, then accidentally lets slip that Marcus and Tyler “give her butterflies” because they are so confident. You can see Charlie die inside a little. Later, when she finally ends up wrapped around that same world, legs spread, dark skin and light skin mixing, being held down and fucked hard while she tries not to scream too loud, you kind of feel betrayed, even if you were waiting for the exact moment with your hand already on your dick. The game is not shy about the contrast, honestly, the way it shows the guys as big, powerful, almost too perfect, with the girls melting under them. It leans hard into that fantasy of being replaced, of watching your mother, your sister, your best friend fall under someone else’s shadow. And since it is kinetic, you cannot stop it, there is no “good route” where you save them and they stay pure. You just keep clicking, scene after scene, as your whole world gets taken apart and rearranged around bigger cocks and darker skin and women who moan louder for strangers than they ever did for their own men. Somewhere in the middle of all that, Charlie almost disappears, which is kind of the point. You are not really him anymore, you are the ghost stuck in the corner of every room, forced to see how far it all goes. And it keeps going.

Paula Honeybottom was a young soap-opera star before leaving it all behind for the love of her life, Dick. She settled for the role of a housewife and acting teacher instead. She was quite happy for 20 years - until the "love of her life" turned out to be an asshole and left her for his young lover.

He really was a Dick, apparently...

Now she is depressed, has lost all confidence in herself, and is looking over the edge of a slippery slope. Luckily, she isn't alone - she has two young people living with her, a boy and a girl, who will help her out and save her from a tragic end. What are they to her? Well, you decide...

What you also decide is if Paula stays as she is - a beautiful and curvaceous lady - or a fit and energetic 42-year-old teenager: by your choices, influence Paula's lifestyle and therefore her looks.

A dating simulator game set in a world where adult VR servers blur the lines between reality and fantasy. Immerse yourself in gameplay built on real-life and virtual life story events, navigating adult scenarios and forming relationships. Make strategic choices that influence the story’s outcome and unravel the mysteries surrounding the virtual world.

You play as a Math (MILF Hunter) exchange student in this game.
Your goal is to get good at math... blah blah. But the real story: get the MILF and live happily ever after.
What are you waiting for? Start the game!

I wasn’t even sure why I clicked “play” on this thing, maybe boredom, maybe curiosity, maybe just that dumb impulse you get when your brain wants something soft and warm to sink into. The game pretends to be about family drama and old memories, but five minutes in you realize it’s really about staring at people too long and overthinking every choice that might lead to someone taking their clothes off. Which sounds cheap, but it isn’t? Or maybe it *is*, and that’s kinda the charm. There’s this weird pacing, like half soap opera, half porno, with pauses long enough for you to question what you’re doing with your life before the next moan interrupts. Aunt Megan shows up looking like a walking contradiction - proper tone, dirty eyes - and I kept thinking, “she knows exactly what she’s doing.” Then forgot all about that thought when the screen went dark because I missed a dialogue cue.

What surprised me most: the teasing is actually… patient. Like, the game doesn’t rush. It lets you stew. Everyone’s pretending not to notice how tight the air gets whenever the MC walks into a room, and those moments hit harder because they feel almost accidental. One scene - with the older woman bent over a kitchen counter complaining about her back - had more tension than any of the “explicit” ones. Don’t even get me started on the small-tit character, she’s written like she’s always two seconds away from snapping at you, then does something so soft you forget what she said. Kinda embarrassing how much that worked on me. The sound design helps too - not high-budget, but the little sighs, the way footsteps echo on tile floors, it bleeds realism in all the wrong ways.

Anyway, I was gonna complain about how some routes feel half-finished, how the interracial scenes pop up outta nowhere, but then again, maybe that’s part of the mess. It feels human in that sense - uneven, horny, sentimental, lazy, weirdly tender. I stopped trying to find the “point” halfway through. Maybe that’s when it got good.