Grief hits different when you come back to a town that already feels a bit wrong. Streets that used to feel small and safe suddenly look like stages, every window a pair of eyes, every corner hiding something that probably wants something from you. Here, you’re the guy who lost his dad and somehow lost his girl in a way that still kinda hurts to think about. Everyone acts like they’re just saying “sorry for your loss,” but you can tell some of them are measuring you, like they’re checking if you’re finally ready to be used. The game leans into that feeling hard. A lot of scenes are tight POV shots, you see what he sees and it makes the voyeur vibe way stronger than I expected. Peeking through doors that are slightly open, catching your mother figure bending over in a thin robe she really shouldn’t be wearing around you, your sister walking from the shower with a towel that keeps “almost” slipping. It plays dirty with that “accidental” exposure, and half the time you know it’s not really accidental at all. The models are full-on 3D with big curves that look like the dev spent way more time on tits and ass than on faces, but honestly for this kind of story it fits. When those scenes shift from sneaky looks to actual sex, the camera stays close to skin, to wetness, to the way she rides you, nothing artistic or fancy, just raw animated fucking, tits bouncing in your face, ass shaking in your hands, heavy breathing in your ears while the rest of the world, and all the creepy supernatural weirdness, kind of melts out of focus.

What makes it feel odd in a good way is how the paranormal side keeps poking through the horny stuff. You’re trying to get your dick wet and suddenly time stutters, lights flicker, you hear a whisper that sounds like Mia but she’s not there. Sometimes when you cum, there is this short flash of something like power, like your body is a battery and sex is the switch, and afterward some character acts different around you, like they remember a thing you never told them. There is at least one moment where you’re spying through a crack, watching a very close relative play with herself in bed, and the scene keeps slipping between “real” and something more like a vision, her eyes glowing for a second, the room changing color, her moans turning into words you can’t quite understand. The game never fully explains it, just trusts you to ride along while you decide if you want to be the good son who resists or the guy who gives in and fucks his way right through the family tree. That choice system can feel a bit messy sometimes, a couple of times I picked an option and the reaction didn’t quite match what I thought he’d say, like the writer forgot what tone that scene had. Still, I kept clicking through on my phone like some horny raccoon going through the trash, especially during those long nights when you wander the house, peeking into rooms, catching your mom’s nipples outlined through her thin tank top in the kitchen, or your sister bent over her desk in shorts two sizes too small. The more the plot about ancient conspiracies and your “destiny” ramps up, the more the sex scenes stop feeling like random porn and start feeling like weapons, or maybe traps, or maybe both, powered by whatever freaky super ability is waking up inside you every time you slide into someone warm and familiar and absolutely off-limits.

Kid with fresh trauma, dead parents, and a brain full of horny daydreams gets invited to live with his own fantasy: the hot teacher with the perfect ass who always leans over the desk just a bit too far. On paper it sounds like a pity offer, right? “Stay with my family until things get better.” In reality it’s more like dropping him into a jungle of polite smiles, fake kindness and a milf who knows damn well every boy in class stares at her tits. He hesitates, because her son is that asshole from school who steals lunch money and calls everyone loser. But she looks at him with those soft eyes, that tight blouse, and suddenly sleeping under the same roof as the bully’s mom feels like a sin that’s worth burning for. Of course he says yes. Hormones are stronger than common sense.

The house is not normal. You notice it first in the little things. The way the “big brother” talks on the phone like he’s ordering a beating instead of pizza. The quiet guys in suits who show up, bow, and pretend they’re just business partners. The way the teacher, this kind of warm, patient woman at school, turns cold and sharp in the kitchen when she’s whispering about “problems that must vanish.” It’s a yakuza nest with homework on the table and a mom who cooks curry while wearing a skirt that barely hides her thick hips. While the son acts like he owns the world, the new boy starts sliding under his shadow, sneaking glances at his mom’s curves, her heavy breasts bouncing when she walks from the bathroom in a towel, the outline of her pussy barely covered, like she’s forgotten someone else lives there now. Or maybe she didn’t forget at all. Hard to say.

At school, the drama looks like a stupid romance anime at first. Teasing in the hallway, cheap jokes, girls whispering that the new boy is “so tragic, poor thing” while staring at his crotch when they think he doesn’t notice. There’s this weird humor in how people flirt with him. One classmate acts innocent, then asks very detailed questions about what he thinks of older women, then pretends it was a joke. Another girl “accidentally” falls on his lap in the library and he ends up with her ass pressed on his dick while she giggles, way too happy. But the real mindfuck happens back home, late, when the door is slightly open and the teacher is in her bedroom, touching herself while watching some shitty romance movie on her tablet, her moans soft at first, then deeper, and he just stands there, hard as rock, listening. Later she pretends nothing happened, serving breakfast like normal, but her hand lingers too long when she passes him the jam. One evening she helps him study and somehow her cleavage is almost in his face, her perfume sweet and thick in his lungs, and he finally snaps, kisses her, expecting a slap. Instead she kisses back, slow, hungry, like she’s been waiting, her tongue teasing, her lips wet. Clothes go missing. Her big tits are in his hands, heavy and warm, nipples hard, and he ends up buried inside her on the sofa, her moans low so the rest of the house doesn’t hear, her body pushing back into every deep thrust. She rides him later, straddling him in the dark, whispering “don’t cum yet” then pulling him in deeper until he fills her, creampie after creampie, while she clenches around him like she owns his soul. Around all that, the yakuza tension keeps rising, jealousy grows, and more women start circling him like he’s fresh meat in a bloody family war, but he still keeps sneaking into her room like an addict who only needs one drug: the bully’s mom, spread on her bed, legs open, ready for another round.

Subject 9 feels like somebody smashed a family vacation movie and a very horny biology experiment together, then forgot to add any shame. You’re this early twenties dude stuck in a mountain cabin for three weeks, “relaxing” with your relatives before your great aunt’s birthday, and it takes about five minutes before you realise this is less Hallmark, more Pornhub search history with a plot. The cabin feels small in a good way, like a pressure cooker. Every room is basically a trap for bad decisions. Morning coffee in the kitchen? Someone walks in with a shirt that clearly lost the war against her tits. Late night in the living room? Yoga pants so tight you can basically read the stitching with your dick. You wander around, talk, poke at choices, and suddenly a harmless “check on her” turns into you pressed against a door, her whispering in your ear, and you trying not to blow your load before the camera even zooms in properly.

What hits first is how thick everyone is. Not “oh she’s curvy” but “God was bored and overfilled every slider”. Huge tits, big soft asses that jiggle when they walk to the fridge, the whole family looking like they escaped from the “do not open at work” folder. You get these slow, teasing scenes where a character leans over the sink, top riding up, the curve of her ass just staring right at you. It’s not subtle. At all. There’s this one shower scene where the steam is still hanging in the air and you catch her drying herself, towel sliding down way too slow. She notices you, smirks, and instead of freaking out, turns her back, spreads her feet slightly and really takes her time. That moment right there, with the water still dripping off her nipples and you stuck between “leave like a good boy” and “stay and watch”, that’s when the game shows its teeth. And then later, you start noticing how often people touch him, how hugs linger, how “we’re family” keeps getting thrown around in a tone that is absolutely not family safe. It’s wrong in that way where your brain says “no” and everything south is just clapping.

The wild part is how lowkey the lesbian stuff sneaks in. It doesn’t scream “hey this is girl on girl now”, it just happens. Two of the women chilling in a bedroom, wine glasses on the nightstand, soft music, gossiping about the guys being idiots. You walk past and hear a moan that definitely isn’t from a funny TikTok. Door cracked open, you get a peek: one of them on the bed, shirt pulled up, the other between her thighs, hair all over the place, hand gripping that thick ass like it’s the last thing on earth. You’re stuck in the hallway, hand on the mouse, trying to decide if you barge in or watch from the shadows like complete trash. The best bit is how the game lets your choices twist the vibe. Be a passive little creep? You get more voyeur shit. Start pushing boundaries? People start pushing back in their own fucked up horny ways. Sometimes the pacing crawls, especially early on when you’re just doing cabin chores and flirting that goes nowhere, but when a scene finally snaps, it really snaps. Titfucking on a couch that was supposed to be for “family movie night”, hips grinding in slow motion, heavy breathing right in your ear, her hand guiding you exactly where she wants. It’s messy, it’s dirty, and half the time you’ll click a line of dialogue that sounds normal and suddenly you’re balls deep in a situation no therapist could fix. Honestly the only thing that annoyed me is how often doors magically stay unlocked when it’s convenient and locked when you’re actually trying to be a perv, but that’s just cabin life, I guess.

Empire of Heroes looks like somebody smashed Pornhub, a Marvel fanfic subreddit and a horny DeviantArt gallery into one long fever dream, then forgot to hire an editor. You start as this dude who is technically a “hero,” but honestly he feels more like a guy who spends half his time saving the city and the other half trying not to stare at boobs that look like they could file for citizenship on their own. The world is packed with powered people, but almost everyone you actually talk to either wants to punch you, ride you, or both in some weird order. One second you’re in a rooftop fight where your power is going off like a bugged-out Discord notification, next second you’re flirting with a girl whose costume has less fabric than my old gym socks. The mood keeps jumping from dramatic comic-book speech to “fuck me on this couch before the villain shows up,” which sounds bad, but somehow it kind of works, like watching The Boys on mute with Pornhub audio in the background.

The big charm is how dirty and stupidly playful it gets without pretending to be classy. There’s this scene where you rescue a heroine who’s supposed to be this serious, veteran type, and ten lines later she’s teasing you about how “stress relief” is part of a hero’s duty while she grinds on your lap in a torn suit. The camera is obsessed with asses, not gonna lie. Every time a woman turns around the angle zooms like it was made by a guy who grew up pausing Netflix to stare. Some choices matter too: if you act like a cocky bastard, some girls actually like it and push back, if you try to be “good guy” hero, you still end up with your face between huge tits half the time. Fights are there mostly to justify why everyone is half naked afterward, covered in dust and barely holding their tops together. It’s less “tactical combat” and more “foreplay with punching.” At one point I paused my Spotify because the sex scene was actually hotter than the porn I had open in another tab, which is a weird moment of self awareness.

What kills me is how the story pretends to be super serious with mystery and conspiracies, then throws in a joke about hentai or some meme-tier line like “this is not even my final form” during a boss fight, then five minutes later you’re balls deep in a villain girl with glowing eyes and a laugh that should not be turning me on. The humor is very internet: horny, dumb, sometimes cringe, occasionally perfect. They drop little in-jokes about OnlyFans, Twitter cancel mobs, even some cheap shot about people who still use Facebook, and all of that is happening while your character is trying not to explode in a woman with thighs like a Marvel budget. Not everything hits; some scenes drag, there are times where two girls argue like a bad CW show and you just want them to shut up and start making out already. The pacing is a mess, like eating a full pizza and then suddenly someone throws a cake at your face, but when the game leans fully into “superhero soap opera where everyone is horny and slightly unhinged,” it kind of nails exactly that trashy, late-night energy that makes you think “ok, one more scene” and then you realize your right hand hurts more than your mouse.

This one feels like somebody took a messy soap opera about the neighbor block, put it in a blender with porn, then forgot to put the lid on. In a good way. You play this dude who is basically surrounded by walking trouble: thick schoolgirls in tight uniforms, a couple of milfs with asses that should be illegal, and that whole “totally not appropriate family thing” that adult games like to wink at while actually going all in on it. The game pretends to care about morals and jealousy and all that classy stuff, but then suddenly you are watching your own “relative” bend over at the kitchen sink and the only moral question is how many angles you can peek from. There is so much voyeur stuff going on that I literally caught myself leaning closer to my monitor like it would help. Curtain slightly open? You can see her in her room, lying on the bed, phone in one hand, the other slowly sliding under her shorts. The camera just sits there and lets the whole masturbation scene breathe, little movements, thighs tensing, belly soft and jiggly when she arches. It is not subtle at all and honestly I respect that.

What really hits my kawaii collector brain is how soft everything looks. The girls are not stick thin, they got round bellies when they sit down, big tits that spill out of bras, and those huge asses that stretch their skirts in the back so there is always that tiny shadow line under the fabric when they bend. Some of them have that smug smile and half-lidded eyes that scream “I know you are staring, perv” and yes, I was. The 3D style here is a bit rough sometimes, like you notice odd finger poses or weird shadows on a cheek, but it kind of makes it feel more… real? Like those amateur porn pics on old forums where the light is bad but the girl is crazy hot anyway. One scene in the school corridor, the protagonist “accidentally” bumps and his hand lands right on a big soft chest. You get this quick groping animation, her tits bounce once, her face goes from shocked to annoyed to flustered so fast it made me laugh. And right after, you are in this heavy talk about who cheated on who and who is using who for revenge. The story keeps pretending to be serious drama, but I was mostly there waiting to see which girl would snap and jump his bones next.

The neighborhood vibe works really well. You see the same characters from windows, from classrooms, from the street. One night I was just clicking around and noticed a faint light in a window. Zoomed in and, boom, one of the milfs on the sofa, skirt hiked, hand between her big thighs, watching some cheesy romance on TV and grinding slow against her own fingers. You can’t join, only watch, and somehow that made it spicier. There is humor too, kind of stupid but in a charming way: the protagonist making lame excuses, one of the older women calling him out on staring at her ass, then later clearly giving him “accidental” views in yoga pants. I only really got annoyed at the tiny stuff, like a character blinking too fast, or a pose that looks a bit stiff in the middle of a hot grope, but then the camera cuts to a close shot of a nipple pushing against thin fabric and I forget I was even complaining. To really enjoy it, I say play slowly, don’t rush the choices. Linger on the windows, check rooms at different times, and when a scene lets you just watch a girl touch herself, stop clicking for a bit and let it run. This game rewards being a patient, horny creep more than a speedrunner.

Cross Worlds looks pretty harmless on the surface. You’re just some burned‑out city guy who lands in a “better” version of his own life, right? Yeah, no. Give it ten minutes and you’re already neck‑deep in weird magic bullshit, hot monster girls, and this creeping sense that your brain is not fully your own anymore. The game plays like a dating sim had a messy one‑night stand with a fantasy adventure VN and forgot to use protection. You talk, you flirt, you poke around the town, poke around the guild, poke around the girls, and the game slowly teaches you that your emotions are basically weapons. Or toys. Depends how much of a bastard you want to be. One moment you’re just trying to figure out where the fuck the inn is, the next moment you realize you can nudge what a girl is feeling, just slightly, and suddenly she “decides” it’s fine to show a little more skin in public than she ever would. It starts with blushes and small favors, then you’re pushing them into situations where they’re half naked in crowded streets, pretending it’s normal and they’re totally fine, while you know damn well you twisted their mind just enough to enjoy it.

The mind control here is not in-your-face hypnosis with spirals and cheesy phrases, it’s more like emotional corruption dressed as “self‑discovery”. There’s this one scene where a monster girl adventurer is acting all proud and heroic, and if you play it right you slowly chip at that armor, turning her protective instinct into something hungry and needy, until she’s on her knees in a back alley, drool on her chin, stuffing your cock in her mouth like it’s some divine quest reward. She keeps glancing over her shoulder because people might walk by, and the game actually leans into that, letting you decide if you push her to keep going or let her cling to a bit of dignity. Spoiler: I did not let her. And the game kind of rewards you for being a dick. You feel the MC’s “force” inside him growing every time you cross that line, every time you turn a normal situation into something filthy. That healer girl who just wanted to help you? Turn her “healing checkup” into a full inspection where she ends up naked on the clinic table, legs spread, insisting it’s just part of the exam while her tits are practically spilling out and your hand is on her throat holding her still. She doesn’t even understand why her body reacts so hard to your touch, and you definitely don’t explain it to her.

What I like is that the game doesn’t scream at you “you are evil now”. It just quietly keeps track while you go from awkward newbie to a guy who can rearrange a woman’s priorities till sucking you off in some temple corner feels more important than her actual god. There’s a weird “hero ranking” thing going on, where the same powers you use to charm and control girls also make you rise in status in the city, so half the time you’re talking about quests and monsters, and the other half you’re arranging “training sessions” that magically end with some big tit warrior pinned against a wall, armor half transformed into something more revealing, her moaning loud enough that people outside probably hear everything. It has those slow-burn corruption scenes where a shy mage starts off covering herself even in casual clothes, then a few chapters later she walks around in something so tiny that if she bends over, the whole street gets a show. And she blushes, yeah, but she doesn’t stop, because you already rewired her to crave the eyes on her body. The fun part is when you catch yourself using the emotion options almost automatically, like opening Instagram without thinking. You tell yourself “I’ll play the nice route this time” then the game politely hands you a chance to push a girl just a bit further than last time, a little more public, a little more rough, and your finger just clicks it like, of course.

Bad day at work, opened this on my phone on the train, and suddenly my “just one scene” turned into me staring at thick asses and fake-innocent smiles while some bullied loser tries to fix his whole life with his dick and a few punches. It starts super basic: weak guy, school crap, bullies, lonely room, cheap phone, horny brain. You’ve seen it before. Except here, the girls actually feel like trouble. The first time that stacked teacher leans over the desk, her blouse barely holding those heavy tits, and she pretends she doesn’t notice your eyes glued to her cleavage? I actually paused, zoomed in like a pervert, then kept going. She’s the kind who scolds you about grades with that sweet voice, then lets her hand “accidentally” slide over your thigh and stay there a bit too long.

The game really likes slow build teasing. You’re not some sex god at the start, you’re this sad kid people push around in the hallway. Then one of the milfs gives you just a bit of kindness, sits too close on the couch, presses her huge ass on your leg, and suddenly you’re getting your first awkward handjob while she tells you to keep quiet because someone might walk in. She wraps her fingers around you and strokes so damn slow you want to scream, licking her lips like she’s thinking about more but holding back. Later on she stops holding back. There is this scene where she pulls you into a storage room, locks the door, kneels down in front of you, and starts sucking you while class is literally going on next door. Her lips slide down, tongue circling the tip, mascara a bit messy, you grabbing her hair without thinking. She chokes a little, looks up at you with wet eyes and a smug smile like “see, you’re not weak anymore.” That part stuck in my head the whole day, even when I was pretending to answer Slack messages.

But the game is kinda mean too. It keeps dangling thick thighs and big asses in your face, then cuts to fights, drama, training, whatever. One moment you’re buried between a girl’s tits, motorboating while she laughs and squeezes them around your cock, next moment you’re forced into some macho “prove your strength” scene. I actually hate the protagonist sometimes, he’s pathetic and hot at same time. When the popular girl with the tight skirt bends over in front of you in the empty classroom, you see her panties ride up between those cheeks, and instead of fucking her on the spot, you just… freeze. Later though, after you toughen up a bit, there’s this revenge kind of vibe: you pin her against the wall, her leg hooked around your hip, her ass bouncing against you with every thrust while she bites your shoulder to keep from screaming. She was teasing you for so long, and now she’s the one begging you not to stop. It’s messy, it’s horny, it’s absolutely not subtle, and I still keep it installed on my phone even though I swear every week I’m done with hentai games.

Day starts kinda boring, you’re half scrolling Instagram, half thinking if it’s worth opening Steam or just YouTube again, and then this crazy shit drops in your lap: Ash busts in like a walking jumpscare, shouting about some luxury resort trip she “totally won.” No emails checked, no contract read, just vibes. Next thing, your stuff’s thrown in a bag and you’re headed to this rich-people playground that feels like someone mixed Pornhub categories with a corporate onboarding seminar. Everything looks too clean, too glossy, like the kind of place where the staff smiles a little too wide while pretending they don’t see you eye-fucking every milf around the pool.

The game does that thing where it lets you pick who you wanna be, and it actually matters a bit, not just a haircut swap. Different angles on the same messed up little paradise. Sometimes you’re the guy who can’t stop staring at his “aunt’s” ass while she bends over her suitcase, sometimes you’re catching your “sister” in the shower through a half-fogged glass panel and pretending you’re just “checking the water.” Yeah, it leans hard into that fake family taboo, like those sketchy Pornhub titles that autoplay when you just wanted a normal blowjob video. There’s a lot of quiet moments too, just you sitting in a fancy room, scrolling through some in-game phone app, pretending to be innocent while actually planning how to corrupt everyone around you, one accidental touch at a time.

What I kinda love, but also kinda hate, is how the resort itself acts like it’s on your side. Cameras everywhere. Doors that don’t fully close. Windows you can “accidentally” peek through. There’s this one scene where you’re supposed to go to some “relaxation session,” but if you mess around instead and follow the wrong hallway, you end up watching a full-on handjob through a tinted glass wall, your reflection overlaid on their bodies like you’re already part of it. The game doesn’t treat voyeurism like some small side thing, it just keeps pushing it: late night spying on a milf in her room, catching her playing with herself on the edge of the bed, big tits half out, moaning into a pillow while you’re stuck on the other side of the door with your dick hard, deciding if you’re gonna walk in or run. When you finally get physical, it’s that clumsy but hot progress: “accidental” groping at the pool, fingers sliding over a big ass while she pretends not to notice, her hand brushing your crotch a little too long in the elevator, then later she’s on her knees, giving slow wet oral that turns into messy, animated thrusting. Vaginal, oral, handjobs, all that, nothing shy, bodies moving, everything animated enough to feel alive but not super polished Marvel CGI. People talk while you’re fucking too, which I like. Dirty little lines, shy protests that melt into moans, that kind of thing. It’s horny, a bit toxic, kinda wrong, and yeah, that’s the point.

You spawn in this fancy New York law firm that looks like LinkedIn and Pornhub had a weird baby, and somehow you bullshitted your way into a lawyer job even though you’re basically just a smooth-talking criminal with a good memory. Office is full of people who look like they charge 900 dollars per hour just to breathe near a printer. Everyone is faking something. Degrees, morals, loyalty, orgasms, all of it. Your boss is this shark attorney who feels like he sniffs bullshit for breakfast, and he knows you’re not legit, which is kinda hot and terrifying at same time. That tension rides over every scene. One second you’re talking about contracts and hostile takeovers, next second you’re pinning a coworker with a ridiculous ass against the glass wall of a conference room while half the city skyline reflects in it like some HBO show went off the rails. The game loves that vibe where you’re half one wrong move from prison, half one wrong word from getting her panties on your office floor.

The lewd stuff hits strongest when it leans into that power play thing. Like, there’s this early moment where a big-titted coworker starts quizzing you about a case, not because she cares about justice or whatever, but because she suspects you’re a fraud and wants to see you squirm. Dialogue gets tight, she pushes, you bluff, she leans over the desk so her blouse struggles for its life, and you can practically feel your character thinking with his dick and not his brain. If you play it right, it flips from interrogation to flirting to straight-up “close the door, take off your tie, I’m bored of billing hours” energy. The sex scenes go hard on body language: her ass popping out of that pencil skirt, lipstick smeared on your collar, your hand on her hips like you’re negotiating a contract with her curves instead of her client. At some point I forgot half the legal terms and just clicked whatever kept her moaning. Funny thing, though, while the erotic vibe is top tier, pacing sometimes feels like ordering from Uber Eats and getting your dessert first, then the napkin, then the actual food. One scene takes forever teasing with office banter and lingering camera angles, then suddenly plot twist, criminal past pops back in like “hey bro, remember the drug deal?” and everything gets tense again while you still got metaphorical cum brain. The mix of secret identity, high-end law office bullshit, and all these gorgeous coworkers with big asses squeezed into business attire is lowkey cracked though. You jump from serious courtroom strategy to “how hard can I fuck her on this desk without anyone hearing through the walls” in two clicks. I kept alt-tabbing between this and Discord, trying to explain why I was sweating over a fake merger agreement. Honestly, the story around lying your way up the firm ladder while trying not to get caught is almost too good for a porn game, which is funny, because sometimes the sex scenes come in so fast they chop the tension you were enjoying. But then an angle hits where her tits bounce just right in that bra that clearly violates HR policy, and suddenly yeah, whatever, bring on the next deposition with benefits.