The sky in 2059 is this ugly, sick orange, like somebody pissed on the sunset and never cleaned it. You play a guy who basically grew up in that shit, no nostalgia for the old world, no “remember when we had internet” crying. Just concrete bones of cities, blown-out highways, and horny, desperate survivors who learned pretty fast that a hard cock and a sharp weapon can both save your life, just in different ways. The whole thing is built around trying not to die while everyone around you is trying not to wear clothes. You wander through ruined malls that look like war museums, find half-melted billboards with smiling people from before, and then two minutes later you’re in a scav camp where some big-titted raider queen is laughing while she makes a guy strip naked in front of everyone because he lost a bet. She tells you to choose if you wanna join in humiliating him, help him, or just watch and jerk off behind a broken vending machine. And the fucked up part is that all three options feel valid.

What sells the game for me is how it mixes “oh shit I could die” with “oh shit I’m hard” in the same scene. Like you’ll be low on food, trading bullets for a place to sleep in an underground bunker, and the guy in charge says the only open bed is already taken by his sister. You expect some cliché, but she’s the one who looks you up and down, this tall woman with thighs like she squats cars, and asks if you have any “special talents.” You can brag about your combat skills, or you can say something like “I’m good with my hands.” That tiny choice flips everything. In one route she tests you in a training room soaked with blood and sweat, in another she just grabs your belt, shoves you against the wall, and makes you prove it with her tits bouncing in your face while her brother “guards the door” and politely pretends he doesn’t hear her moaning loud enough to wake the dead. It’s gross. It’s hot. It’s weirdly funny. And somehow you still care if your character survives the night and doesn’t bleed out later in some sewer tunnel full of feral mutants.

There’s this scene that stuck with me where you’re escorting a small group through a ruined overpass. Wind howling, chunks of car skeletons everywhere, that feeling that someone is watching. You can choose to sneak slow and careful, or move fast and loud to scare off scavengers. I picked fast, like an idiot. Snipers open fire, one of your companions gets her leg shot and you have to drag her into cover. She’s this smug, curvy trader who kept flirting with you earlier, joking she’d “pay in kind” if you helped her find a safe town. When the bullets stop and it’s just the sound of her breathing hard, she asks you to cut her pants open to check the wound. You kneel between her spread legs, knife in hand, and instead of panicking she starts teasing you, saying “You’re blushing more than I’m bleeding.” You get this choice: focus on first aid like a good little boy, or let the tension flip into something filthy right there behind a burned-out truck. If you go lewd, you’re literally eating her out while she winces and laughs, leg wrapped in a bloody bandage, telling you to go faster before someone spots you. It shouldn’t be sexy. It absolutely is. And somehow that moment changes how she talks to you later when you run out of supplies and she offers to “share body heat” in a cold storage room that’s definitely not cold anymore by the time you’re done. The game keeps doing that. Serious survival, then stupid horny, then a joke about pre-war porn nobody gets anymore, then someone’s brains explode on a wall. It’s messy, and that’s exactly why it works.

You wake up broke, pissed off at life, no future, no pride, just this huge hole in your chest where your old world used to be. And instead of a therapist or some motivational TED talk, you get a hot, cocky voice living rent free inside your skull. She sounds like the kind of woman who would ruin you at a bar and then sit on your face as a “sorry.” She keeps teasing you, telling you she can fix everything, drag you from total loser to guy who has a bed full of greedy hips and heavy tits and girls who actually beg you to cum inside. Not in a “maybe someday” way. In a “shut up and trust me, you’ll knock them all up if you listen” way. It feels like the game really wants you to lean into being selfish, horny and kind of broken, and it doesn’t judge you for it. She pushes you toward the MILF who hides her loneliness behind a fake calm smile, the younger girls who pretend they don’t want you but watch your hands a bit too long, the one with the ass that jiggles like it’s got its own gravity. Every conversation is this mix of teasing and filth, and it always feels like you’re two choices away from someone moaning your name into a pillow.

The sex is not shy at all. When the clothes finally come off, the camera loves big asses and big tits like a religion. The girls move, they gasp, they ride, they swallow, and the game lets you see their bodies from angles that feel almost too intimate, like you shouldn’t be allowed to stare this long. Pussy gets stuffed, throats get used, cum drips, bellies swell. Pregnancy is not just a random checkbox in a menu, it becomes part of the fantasy. You finish raw, there is that beat of “fuck, what did I do,” and then the game doubles down and makes you enjoy the idea that you just planted your seed in her. There is a lot of family-heat too, that forbidden, brain-melting incest vibe that makes you feel dirty and turned on at the same time, like watching something you absolutely should not. The harem angle is strong: girls orbit around you, they want you, fight for your attention, get jealous, share you anyway. And even while the story keeps pretending it’s about fixing your life and emotions and trauma and all that, it always ends up circling back to you with a handful of soft hair in your fist, a body bouncing on your cock, a mouth around you, or a woman pressed under you whispering “inside” while the voice in your head just laughs and tells you to give her everything.

Keigo feels like that dude who peaked in high school but actually never even peaked, just failed quietly and then left town. Now he drags his ass back, broke, horny, and still kinda pathetic, crashing at Ichigo’s place like some NPC side character who accidentally got promoted to main character. Ichigo’s still Ichigo, of course, walking cheat code for popularity, swords, and women, and somehow he’s married to Orihime now. And she’s exactly what all those old Bleach fanarts promised, just turned up to shameless hentai levels: giant soft tits that bounce a little too perfectly when she laughs, thighs that don’t even pretend to fit normal clothes, that smile that looks innocent until the camera angle proves it isn’t. The game knows why you clicked. It doesn’t pretend otherwise for even half a second.

What I liked is how the whole thing feels wrong in a very specific way. You’re in Ichigo’s tiny place, pretending to look for a job on your cracked phone, scrolling fake job posts like it’s LinkedIn hell, while Orihime leans over the couch in those shorts that absolutely do not count as shorts, asking if you want more tea, and you’re trying to not stare at her ass and failing completely. The mobile UI actually fits the vibe here: it feels like you’re sneaking porn in a WhatsApp group while sitting at a family dinner you weren’t invited to. Keigo tries to act like a good guest, but the game keeps throwing you small choices that slide from “just chat” into “ok, that was not friendly anymore” and then into “yeah, Ichigo would definitely punch you for this.” You start with mild flirting, then accidental boob touch that is obviously not an accident, then late night scenes in the hallway where she whispers too close, breathing on your neck, pretending she’s worried about you when her nipples are poking right through her shirt. It goes from soft corruption into full-on “I want you to fuck me while my husband is in the other room” without ever doing that big dramatic turn, it just slowly rots. Like mold on bread, sexy mold.

Sex scenes themselves are exactly what you expect and then a bit worse in the best way. Orihime rides you with those massive tits clapping in your face, eyes glazed, sucking her finger, begging you not to cum inside her, and of course the only button you actually notice is the one that makes you drain every drop in her anyway. Animated loops focus on the important stuff: her ass slamming down on your cock while you watch the ring of white around the base grow thicker, the way her belly jiggles when you push her legs up and fuck her hard, the little moment she presses a hand to her womb like she can feel you filling her. There’s a scene where Ichigo’s in the shower, humming like some idiot protagonist, and you’re behind Orihime on the kitchen table, her hair spread, creampie dripping out while she clenches around you trying not to moan too loud. The guilt is there for Keigo, kind of, but the game doesn’t pretend he’s a good guy. Which is nice. He’s just a horny loser finally getting the girl he always watched from the corner, and he ruins everything with a smile.

Weird thing that bugged me way too much: that one text notification sound they use keeps popping up in the middle of the hottest scenes, and it sounds exactly like a Telegram ping, so I kept pausing thinking someone actually messaged me. Completely yanked me out of a creampie once, I’m still annoyed about that. Also, sometimes the writing swings between decently hot dirty talk and those awkward lines like “I feel your naughty rod deep inside my womanhood” and it’s hilarious in the middle of all the moaning. But then Orihime throws her head back, calls you by name, and begs for more like she’s never been properly fucked before, and suddenly the cheesy lines don’t matter. It feels like some degenerate Bleach doujin that escaped from 2010, grabbed your phone, and decided Keigo finally deserves his turn to be scum. Honestly, he doesn’t, which is why it works.

Angel Perversion looks at that classic “guardian angel” fantasy and just goes, ok, but what if she was horny, impatient, and a little bit of a dictator in a cute outfit. It’s a short kinetic visual novel, so you’re not here to min-max routes or grind affection stats. No choices, no branching, just you being dragged along while this angel decides your dick and your life need “correction.” As a gamification nerd, honestly, I kind of like how blunt that is. The “progression system” is basically her losing respect for divine rules while gaining interest in your cock. That’s the level-up curve. No menu needed.

The first time she appears over the poor guy’s bed, all soft glow and big tits squeezed into that not-even-pretending-to-be-holy outfit, it feels like the game is setting up a standard “comforting guardian” vibe. Then she starts talking. She’s not satisfied with how timid he is, how he fails at basic life stuff, and she sure as hell isn’t satisfied with how little action he gets. So she just… intervenes. Not in a sweet way. Think more “I’m your angel, you’re my toy, and I’ll fix this mess by using your body like it belongs to me.” There’s a scene where she pins him by the wrists, teases the hell out of him with slow oral, then switches to riding him just because she’s bored of his moaning pace. Zero negotiation. It’s not subtle, but it’s hot if you’re into male dom flavored from her side but with that vibe of “I control everything, including when you finally get to fuck me properly.”

Every bit of her is designed to distract you from the fact you’re not choosing anything. Big ass that bounces when she grinds down on him, tits that move just enough during those animated thrusts to make you forget this is basically a linear slideshow with motion. She uses toys on him and on herself, not because the story needs it, just because she’s experimenting with how far she can push him before he breaks. There’s this one moment where she jerks him with a toy pressed tight against his ass, whispering that he doesn’t deserve heaven yet, then forces him deep insider her and demands a creampie like it’s some holy sacrament. I actually laughed a bit and still had a hard-on, which is like, the perfect eroge brain glitch.

I should say, the “cheating” angle is handled in this weird “technicality” way. He’s got a girl in his life, and the angel treats that like a cute obstacle, not a moral wall. She practically encourages him to treat mortal promises as small print while she gives him heavenly pussy and oral that would convert an atheist. There’s a quick sequence where he worries about being faithful and she basically shuts him up with her tongue on his balls. Honest talk, that’s fucked up, but it fits the game’s whole “angel gone feral” thing. The fantasy vibes are there, halos and light and all, but it’s mostly background to justify why she can appear, bend him over, and then vanish like nothing happened. I do wish they used more of the angel lore stuff for actual progression, though. Like, give me a sin-meter or something.

What annoyed me, and this is small but it kept poking at my brain, is the way the UI highlight color doesn’t really match her color palette. Total tiny detail, but every time I clicked forward, it felt off. Anyway. Mechanically, leveling here is more emotional than numeric. You watch this guy go from passive loser to someone who fucks his own guardian angel hard, grabbing her hips while she begs for more. At the same time, she goes from detached celestial being to a needy pervert who can’t stop asking for “just one more” creampie, like she’s addicted to corrupting her own mission. It’s kind of like watching a skill tree grow sideways instead of up. The pacing is fast, some scenes feel rushed, like a skipped animation frame during anal where you think “wait, we already switched position?” but maybe that’s just me being spoiled by longer VNs. Still, when she’s riding him, wings trembling, drooling on his chest while he thrusts into her, the lack of choices stops mattering and it just feels like a straight-to-the-point fantasy that forgot to pretend it’s pure.