You start as this clueless 18-year-old thrown into Hogwarts University, and the first thing that hits you isn’t some epic prophecy or dark lord, it’s how horny literally everyone is under the “serious academic” surface. It feels like some fanfic writer drank too much coffee and said, “what if all that sexual tension in the books actually went somewhere” and then just never stopped typing. You walk in, you get sorted, professors try to act professional, but every corridor, every classroom, every dorm has that vibe. You’re supposed to be learning spells and building stats like in a normal RPG, but half the time you’re thinking, “ok, if I raise my charisma two more points, can I finally convince Hermione to stop pretending she doesn’t want it?” The game knows exactly why you’re here. It just plays coy for a while, then opens up like a fucking floodgate.

What I really liked is how the “main” story keeps its pants on longer than you expect. You can just play it as a weird school-life dating sim where nothing too crazy happens, just some flirting, touching, maybe a blowjob in a quiet tower if you push things. But if you start poking around side quests, oh boy. You find that weird basement club where somebody is studying mind control “purely for research”, and next thing you’re watching a good little girl like Ginny suddenly agree to spread her legs for your big cock because someone tweaked her thoughts. Or you’re helping Luna “understand male anatomy” in some abandoned classroom, and she’s on her knees, eyes shining, drool on her chin, trying to take you all the way down while mumbling something about “proper field work”. The scene where Nymphadora Tonks shapeshifts her body a bit just to fit you deeper while she rides you is the kind of detail that sticks in your head longer than it should. And then there’s Hermione, trying to stay in control, correcting you on spell names while you’re burying yourself in her tight virgin pussy for the first time. She tries to keep talking about exams, then she just breaks, clings to you, and you feel her shudder around you. That mix of “smart girl losing her composure” is porn gold, sorry.

The game is kinda evil with how many routes it hides behind simple choices. You joke with one girl instead of another, suddenly you’re tangled in some NTR chain where your “pure” crush is sneaking off to get reamed by a tentacled monstrosity from the forbidden section while you stand outside the door hearing those wet, sloppy sounds. Or you focus on a milf professor, help her grade papers, and there’s this small moment where she guides your hand to her tits while explaining some spell like it’s nothing. Later she’s on her desk, skirt up, ass exposed, begging you to go in her ass because “no one has to know if it leaves no marks”. The anal scenes actually feel different from the vaginal ones, not just copy paste text, and sometimes the animation even lines up with the dirty dialog in a way that made me stop and smile like an idiot. Not everything is that polished though. On mobile, swiping through menus sometimes makes the wrong dialogue option light up and I keep thinking “I’ll report that bug” but I just don’t. There’s a whole thing with a trans character too, where you can either be a supportive, horny bastard and enjoy her cock and tits together in a messy oral-threesome combo, or act like a jealous shit and push her into cheating stuff with other students. Some of the cheating scenes hit weirdly hard. One moment you’re happily dating, next you walk into a room and she’s full of someone else, moaning your name by accident. I wish the pregnancy stuff was a bit more reactive to all that, like more scenes where girls rub their swollen belly while you cum in them again, but whatever, it still scratches that breeding itch enough. And I swear the dorm hallway makes this one sound effect that annoys me every single time, but I keep playing anyway.

Jack Sato wakes up with a succubus problem and honestly? Lucky bastard. Lilith's got this whole resurrection deal going on where she brings you back from whatever unfortunate end you met, but there's strings attached - the fun kind. Your mission, should you choose to accept it (spoiler: you don't really have a choice), involves working your way through the entire female cast of UA High. And when I say working through, well... you know exactly what I mean.

The whole thing plays out like someone took the wholesome hero academy concept and threw it in a blender with every horny fantasy you've ever had about anime girls. Ochako's still got that bubbly personality, except now she's discovering what gravity manipulation can do in more... creative situations. Momo's still the responsible class rep, but her creation quirk opens up possibilities that would make even Mineta blush. Don't get me started on what happens when Tsuyu gets involved - that tongue quirk hits different in this context, if you catch my drift. The art's decent enough, though sometimes the proportions get a bit wild even for anime standards.

What really caught me off guard was how the whole corruption system works. You're not just collecting scenes like Pokemon cards - there's actual choice involved in whether you want these girls as willing participants or... well, let's just say the alternative involves a lot less consent and a lot more mind games. The NTR elements creep in later and honestly threw me for a loop since I wasn't expecting that particular flavor of drama. Some scenes get genuinely intense in ways that made me question my life choices, but here we are. The writing bounces between surprisingly decent character moments and absolute degeneracy, which somehow works better than it should. Jack's not winning any personality awards, but he gets the job done.

This one looks innocent for like five seconds, and then you notice how Hinata bends forward when she talks to Naruto and her tits basically press against the screen. It is that kind of game. On surface it is just “talk with shy ninja girl from that old anime,” but the whole thing is clearly built so you keep staring at her huge boobs and stupidly tight outfit while you pretend you care about the conversation choices. She blushes, fidgets with her fingers, looks down, looks up, and every time you pick something a bit bolder, her body language changes. One line she just stutters “N-Naruto-kun…” like usual, next line she is breathing heavier and her ass is pushed out just a little more, like she is doing this on purpose. At first I thought it is silly fan parody, but then there was this moment where you choose to compliment her training, and the camera just slowly moves lower and suddenly you are staring at her chest instead of her face. I actually laughed, then I clicked the same branch again to see if it was a bug, and of course it wasn’t.

Funny thing, the game pretends to give you “moral” choices, but you are not fooling anyone. Yeah, you can keep her shy and pure, say all the sweet things, act like a saint, and she will smile and talk about Naruto like some school crush. But if you even once touch the “wrong” answer, like offering to “help her relax” or teasing that Naruto doesn’t really pay attention to her body, that whole good girl mask starts slipping. There is a path where you reach over to “check if she is hurt” after training and your hand just stays too long on her hip. She freezes, whispering your name, and then you get the pop-up choice: move away or slowly slide lower. The second one goes straight into groping her big ass while she tries to keep talking about missions from Shippuden like nothing is happening. It is kind of messed up and kind of hot at the same time, and I am not sure if I should be proud or ashamed I found a way to trigger that scene on the first play. Also, the way her clothes react is strangely specific, like the fabric stretching around her boobs when your hand “accidentally” brushes there, but then in another scene her bra just vanishes like it never existed. No idea why, I just noticed and then forgot about it, then remembered again and got annoyed.

I was actually expecting more Naruto himself in this, but he is mostly like a ghost people mention while you are busy trying not to stare at her nipples poking through the outfit. There are several endings depending on how far you push her and if you keep pretending to be “good guy” or just openly corrupt her. One ending has her still loyal to Naruto, but she secretly lets you feel her up in some training field corner and tells herself it is only “just this once”. Another one turns her into full hentai brain, where she is basically begging for your hands and doesn’t even try to hide her moans when you squeeze those ridiculous tits. The routes to get there are a bit strange though: sometimes one tiny flirty line suddenly jumps you into hardcore groping, other times you have to click through five screens of her talking about chakra and self confidence before she finally lets you touch her. I kept mixing up which option led to what, so I ended up making a little note in my phone like a crazy person, then lost it. Also there is this tiny sound when you choose the more pervy answer, like a soft chime, and now it lives in my head. I don’t even know why that bothers me more than the fact I spent half an evening trying every way possible to get a shy anime ninja girl to ride my hand. But yeah, that is pretty much the feeling here: one second you are pretending to be mature and check “if this is okay for adults”, next second you are replaying a scene just to see her breasts jiggle slightly different when you grope from below instead of from the side.

Mark drags his ass back to his hometown thinking he’s just crashing at the old house for a while, and the whole thing instantly turns into a slow-motion sex disaster. Dad is gone, ran off to the Caribbean with his side piece after quietly robbing his company blind for years, and left behind a wrecked family home, a broke ex-girlfriend, and a pile of debts that might as well scream “you’re screwed” in neon. The “solution”? Turn the house into a college-style dorm and stuff it with girls who already know Mark way too well. Childhood friends, twins who used to tease him when he was still a virgin, a neighbor milf with that tight yoga-ass that makes you pause the game just to stare, and a couple of ex-crushes who suddenly don’t seem so out of reach now that everything is falling apart. The mood jumps all over the place: one moment you’re joking about the house turning into a horny hostel, the next you’re in a quiet POV scene where an old flame is jerking you off on the couch, voice quivering, whispering how she missed “this” while you were away, and yeah, she means exactly what you think.

What hits first isn’t some big dramatic twist but the way the girls remember things you forgot. Like that one scene with the chocolate cake in the kitchen where one of the twins licks cream from her finger way too slow and says “you used to watch me do this when we were kids, you perv” while her tits basically rest on the counter. You get options that look harmless, then five clicks later she’s on her knees giving sloppy oral, moaning in your language headset-style, and you realize you dug your own horny grave. The humor keeps undercutting the filth too: you can be elbow-deep in a lactation scene with a milf who “just needs some relief” and in the middle of a titfuck she cracks a joke about charging rent for every creampie you leave in the house. It should kill the mood, but it somehow makes it hotter, because it feels like real people messing around, not plastic porn robots. Some routes lean pure romance, like falling asleep after anal with a girl who cuddles you, talking about future babies and maybe pregnancy, while other paths let you drift into group sex chaos where three girls fight over whose turn it is to ride you, one sitting on your face, another grinding on your dick, someone else just quietly masturbating in the corner because she “likes to watch.” There are endings you can feel coming and others that sneak up, like screwing the wrong person behind someone’s back, that little netori twist where you pretend it’s just a handjob in the shower and suddenly you’ve ruined a relationship you were actually starting to care about. Best way to enjoy all of it? Be a little reckless. Say yes when the twins ask you to help them “study,” don’t skip the teasing scenes, let people get jealous, let mistakes pile up, and save often so you can go back and see what happens if you let the shy girl be the one who finally climbs on top and fucks you until she’s shaking.

Become Alpha is a porn game with tons of memes, kickass branching storyline, quests, RPG-like experience system, and a possibility to have sex with many partners. It's also pretty damn funny. The story is about Harry Panuchkin who's a nerd and a wannabe gangster. He has a big dick, but never actually used it. It's your job to help him get the pussy and make him a proper alpha male, that he always wanted to be.

Pale Carnations feels like someone took a very proper medical student, stripped out his sense of safety, then tossed him face first into the kind of club you normally only see mentioned in Telegram chats that vanish after a week. You start as this uptight guy who really believes he’s still on a straight path, and then your old friend drags you into the Carnation Club, which is basically a brothel pretending to be an art space. The game doesn’t even try to warm you up slowly. One minute you’re talking about exams, the next you’re standing in a “performance hall” where three women are being judged like twisted idols for how well they take pain, shame and a whole lot of cum. The first night, when you have to guide one of the girls through a show, pushed to choose between making it romantic, cruel, or just filthy efficient, that’s where it clicked for me. This isn’t just porn with clicks. It’s about how far you’re willing to go when everyone keeps telling you it’s normal to choke a girl on stage while rich assholes clap in the dark.

The sound in this thing really surprised me. Not “triple A” surprised, more like “why does this muffled moan in the background feel more real than the entire Spotify sexy playlist I’ve got”. There’s this scene where you’re backstage with an older woman who clearly knows the club better than you ever will. She presses your hand to her ass while she quietly instructs you how to handle your “performer”, her voice soft but absolutely in control, and in the distance you hear the audience roar when someone gets spanked hard enough to cry. The track underneath is this slow, slightly dirty lounge loop, a bit off tempo, almost cheap, but it fits so well that I ended up replaying that scene just to hear the way her breathing synced with the bass line. Then later the game swaps to this almost tender piano piece while you’re literally arranging who gets groped on stage and who gets humiliated in private. I liked that a lot. Or maybe I didn’t. It made it harder to pretend this is just mindless fap material when the music keeps whispering “you’re kind of a bastard for choosing the harsher option, you know?” and then rewards you with the wettest, messiest creampie CG three clicks later. The game loves that contrast. Romance on the surface, anal and public bukkake in the back room, ahegao faces in full view while the MC still tells himself he’s a good guy. It’s not subtle, and it’s not trying to be. There’s cheating, masturbation breaks that feel a bit too honest, toys pulled out at the worst possible time, and a lot of rich people treating human bodies like decoration. I wish the little clicking sound on some menu wasn’t so loud, actually, it annoyed me from the start and I kept meaning to change it, then got distracted every single time some milf in heels called me “doctor” and bent over a piece of BDSM furniture like it was a confession booth. Anyway, the club keeps going, the performances get rougher, and your choices keep twisting the knife, mostly in you.

AlwaysFan feels like someone smashed together a horny fanfic Discord server, a crime drama from Netflix, and that one horny Bayonetta cosplay thread on Reddit that got deleted too fast. You play as this guy, Chris, but you can rename him to something stupid if you want, and he is basically broke, lost, and surrounded by girls who are somehow even more messed up than him but also soft as fuck when they want. The main one, Emilie, is this pale albino girl with milk-white skin and red eyes that look kinda fragile and dangerous at same time. She looks like she escaped from a Genshin Impact mod, then got dragged into a criminal city full of pervs and creeps. On the surface it is “romance,” but it turns into corruption so quick if you push it. Like one moment you’re just comforting her in some shitty little room, next moment you are touching her thighs and asking her to do things that would get you banned on Twitch in one second. The game lets you push, pull, tease, back off, or just go full unhinged and treat everyone like they’re just bodies to rent out. And the funny thing, it never really tells you you’re wrong. It just lets you sit in it.

What I liked most is how the scenes escalate when you choose the uglier options. There is this whole prostitution path where you go from “we need money” to “ok so she is literally wearing a cheap cosplay wig pretending to be an off-brand blonde pirate girl for some old bastard” and it somehow feels logical inside this dirty universe. It plays with parody stuff too, like girls dressing as fake Naruto kunoichi, a weird titan fetish client who wants “giantess roleplay” in an alley, and some Bayonetta-style leather cosplay with glasses and guns that are not actually loaded because budget. The sex itself is not shy at all. You get groping in public, handjobs under the table, messy blowjobs in backrooms, group scenes where everyone pretends they still have feelings after they cum, and even lactation scenes if you build certain girls into that kind of broken little doll who only feels useful when she is dripping. Those CGs hit different, because the game is not polished clean; some angles are slightly awkward, eyes a bit off, but it makes the scenes feel like stolen porn screenshots instead of corporate hentai. Sometimes boobs are too big, like weirdly big, and I hate it, but after ten minutes I was zooming in on areolas like a degenerate anyway. Choices actually matter too, in that slow “oh shit I ruined her whole life three hours ago” way, especially when you choose between being her protector or the guy who sells her body and still calls it love. It’s fucked up, sweet for one second, then fucked up again, like watching a One Piece filler episode that suddenly turns into underground sex work. You stumble into moments where you’re half-crying with a girl about parents and trauma, then the next click she is on her knees with cum on her pale skin, and you realize the game never promised to be fair. It just asked how far you are willing to go.

Free City is trashy in the best way, like that one bar where the floor sticky, the cocktails weak, and somehow you still end up naked in the bathroom with someone you met ten minutes ago. You play this private eye who is supposed to care about some "suicide case," but baby, the man investigating is thirstier than the whole police department. Every time I tried to follow a clue I ended up following a pair of tits instead. And the game knows it. It throws curves at you all the time, big boobs everywhere, big asses trying to distract you while you pretend to be professional. You question a widow, she is crying, mascara running, and two clicks later she is on the couch with her legs open, asking you in that fake innocent voice if you can "comfort" her. Sure, girl, I bring the comfort and the condom. The whole visual novel flow is slow enough to tease, but not that boring otome slow where you need three hours just to see a hand touch. Here, one wrong answer and suddenly you have her on all fours, her ass up, and the screen full of thick cg that looks like it came straight out of someone’s secret folder named "do_not_open". Then you realize she has a husband. Or had. Or has a boyfriend too. Honestly I lost track, because everyone cheating on everyone and I was sitting there sipping my iced coffee like a messy therapist watching a live soap opera.

The best part is how the game keeps pretending it is a serious noir story while you are busy corrupting half the city. One moment you talk about crime, motives, evidence, being all "hard-boiled detective", the next you are balls-deep in some interracial group scene where you forgot why you came there in the first place. There is romance if you want it, that sugary "I care about you" vibe, but the romance quickly turns into "tie me up and spit in my mouth" if you push the right dialogue options. Some of those bdsm scenes come out of nowhere. You flirt a little, do the soft hand touch, then boom, she is naked, wrists bound to the headboard, big tits pressed together with rope, and you decide if you want to be gentle or absolutely ruin her. And sometimes the game just goes, "Oh, you like girls too?" and hands you a lesbian scene with a side of voyeurism, while you stand back like a sleazy director watching two women go from shy kisses to full tongue, fingers, and one of them riding the other’s face until the bedsheets look like a crime scene by themselves. The group sex bits are wild but messy in a fun way, people grabbing whatever body part in reach, someone taking it in the ass while moaning about how they should not be doing this, someone else with cum dripping on their big boobs, and the story still trying to tell you, "hey, remember, murder mystery?" No, babe, I remember her legs shaking when I picked the "harder" option. The only thing that annoyed me was one tiny sound effect during a climax that sounded like someone stirring mac and cheese in a plastic bowl, threw me right out for a second, and now I cannot stop thinking about it. But anyway, every time I thought I would play just a bit and close the tab, suddenly I am six choices deep into another affair, lying to one character while fucking another in an alley, my detective morally bankrupt and my browser history screaming help.

Keiichi feels like that dude who sits alone in the corner of a beach bar, pretending he’s “just enjoying the view” while his entire life is quietly catching fire. The game throws you right into his vacation, into this fake-relaxing tropical vibe where the air smells like sunscreen and cheap cocktails, and suddenly every girl you meet has a body that makes you forget what you were going to say. It looks like some light romantic thing at first, all smiles at the hotel café, sand stuck between toes, sun on brown skin, but it doesn’t stay soft. One moment you’re sharing iced coffee with a curvy Brazilian waitress, watching her ass sway when she leans over to clean a table, and the next she’s teasing you under the counter with her foot, pressing her soft sole against your crotch while she keeps talking like nothing’s happening. She laughs when you spill your drink, by the way. Total bully energy, and I kind of hated it and loved it.

The whole story is written like this messy diary he’s keeping on his phone, like when you open Google Docs at night and write stuff you’d never send to anyone. Some scenes are sweet in a painful way. You’re on the beach at sunset with this latina girl who pretends she just wants to talk about “future plans” and family drama, but the camera just sits way too long on her tits pushed up in that bikini, on tan thighs crossed in the sand. She puts her feet in your lap, wriggling her toes like it’s nothing, and casually asks if you’ve ever had your dick sucked on an empty shore. Cue choice screen: be a gentleman, or let her slowly slide down, her lips wrapping around you while waves crash in the background. You can pick if he’s loyal or just a horny idiot, but no matter what you choose, you still feel like a creep checking all the routes. There’s a party scene too, loud music, glow sticks, everyone half-drunk, her lipstick smeared as she pushes you into a dark corner near the pool and takes you in her mouth, choking and giggling, then asking if you’d still call her in the morning. You probably won’t.

The game keeps throwing women at you like you’re the last man on earth. Big tits bouncing in tight tops at the hotel café, big asses in tiny shorts walking ahead of you on the boardwalk, different skin tones, different attitudes. One is shy and romantic, blushing when your hand brushes her ankle, then later she’s the one giving you a slow, almost worshipful footjob on the bed, her painted toes gripping your shaft while she whispers that she wants to belong to you. Another girl flirts with your friends, flirts with everyone actually, and if you follow the wrong choices she heads off with some other guy, and the game just lets you sit in that sick netorare feeling, reading Keiichi’s jealous diary entry where he pretends it doesn’t bother him. Sometimes the choices feel fake, like they clearly want you to go for the full harem route, with all of them orbiting around your dick on this “vacation that changes everything”, but then there are these tiny moments where someone refuses you, or talks about old wounds, and suddenly your porn game turns into late-night emotional torture. Still, every time I told myself I’d stick to one wholesome romance, I ended up at another beach party, staring at bouncing tits in a wet bikini top, toes sliding along my shaft under the table, and clicking the most trash option available without even pretending to be a good guy.