Phoenix is supposed to be solving crimes, but in this thing he’s basically solving who gets to fuck who first. It still looks like an Ace Attorney game at a glance, with the courtroom flow and the stupidly dramatic zooms, but the mood is way filthier. One moment you’re shouting “Objection!” and pressing a witness, next moment you’re peeking at Maya on that creepy WE-TRACK-U gadget and she’s bent over somewhere she really shouldn’t be, tits bouncing while she “accidentally” drops something for the third time. It keeps this weird balance where you actually care about the case, and then you forget the case completely because someone’s getting slowly corrupted in the background and you’re too busy watching. The writing leans heavy into parody, it constantly pokes fun at the original series, but then it turns around and gives you scenes that feel way too hot to be a joke. Bluecorp 2 is doing shady stuff again, sure, but the real crime is how quickly half of the cast ends up naked or morally broken.

Story goes from goofy to kinda fucked up pretty fast, and that’s where the netorare thing shows up. You’re the male protag, but you’re also this helpless viewer sometimes, forced to watch your “ally” get dragged deeper into sleaze while you poke around in menus and evidence. There’s a sick little thrill when you check the tracker, see a new scene unlock, and realize Maya’s doing something she’ll never admit later. Sometimes she’s just teasing, sometimes she’s getting used by side characters you wanted to punch from the first moment they appeared. Big tits are everywhere, by the way, like the artist was physically allergic to small breasts. Every time a new girl shows up the game practically shoves her chest into frame first, then remembers to give her a face. The voyeur angle hits hard: cameras, peeping through doors, catching a corrupt “training session” in a place that was totally innocent in the original games. It’s sleazy on purpose, and the point & click parts encourage you to poke every stupid hotspot, because half of them end up triggering some lewd animation or a dirty line instead of something useful. Trading cards of the girls are just pure fanbrain candy, like a horny gacha without the gacha, and I hate that I cared enough to try and complete the set.

Okay so first thing - Clara's transformations are absolutely wild and completely caught me off guard. I mean, I went in expecting some standard dating sim stuff with childhood friend Nala moving in, maybe some typical romance routes, but holy shit when Clara starts appearing... her body changes are genuinely unsettling in the best possible way. Like, we're talking complete physical metamorphosis that made me question what I was even looking at. The AI-generated visuals actually work really well here because there's this uncanny valley effect that makes her supernatural presence feel legitimately creepy. I spent way too much time trying to figure out if there was a pattern to when she'd show up, and honestly the randomness makes it worse in a good way.

The desire system is pretty straightforward - you build up points with Nala through conversations and choices, unlock new outfits for her (and trust me, they're worth it), but the real hook is how the game constantly pulls you between moving forward with this sweet childhood friend setup and getting dragged back into trauma with Clara. Alan's just this regular dude stuck in a dead-end job, which makes the supernatural horror elements hit harder. One minute you're having a normal conversation about breakfast, next minute Clara's there looking like something from a fever dream. The affinity tracking gets complicated because sometimes being nice to Nala feels like betraying Clara's memory, even though she's literally haunting you.

What really gets me is how the game doesn't let you forget about Clara even when you're trying to focus on Nala's route. She'll just appear during intimate moments, completely transformed, and suddenly you're dealing with guilt and supernatural terror while trying to romance your childhood friend. The big tits and ass tags are definitely accurate for Nala's scenes, but Clara's transformations go way beyond normal proportions into genuinely disturbing territory. I keep going back trying different dialogue choices to see if I can somehow save both relationships, but the game seems determined to make you choose between healing and obsession.

Thunder stopped and the story starts after that, with you as this kid from the gutter who swings a sword way better than he knows how to talk to anyone. The setting is that Far East fantasy type thing: wooden roofs, smoky streets, silk robes, and then some noble lady with huge tits walking past like you don’t exist. You’re a warrior-in-training, not some chosen one, just a guy who got lucky and found a grumpy old war hero willing to beat techniques into your body until everything hurts in a good way. The game opens on what feels like a small job: run an errand, play bodyguard, check some shady district. Next thing, you’re in the middle of politics, demons, and a whole lot of ass you probably shouldn’t be staring at while you’re technically on duty. You go from dirt streets and cheap booze to palaces where every corridor hides some MILF trying to handle her “stress” in private, and you’re just there, armor half on, cock half hard, trying to remember the actual mission.

What I like is how your status really matters. People from your old caste still treat you like “one of us,” tossing you little secrets in alleys, while the nobles look at you like a tool and then immediately start undressing you with their eyes once they see how you move in a fight. There’s this scene early on where you escort a highborn woman through the city after some monster scare. You cut down a creature, blood on your face, she sees that and suddenly the way she talks to you flips. First she’s acting all proper, then in the carriage her robes slip, and she “accidentally” presses your hand right into her massive soft chest. The game doesn’t rush to the sex there, which almost annoyed me, but later in her private bathhouse, she calls you in “for protection,” and the whole thing explodes into this slow, wet, “I shouldn’t be doing this with a common-born warrior” kind of fuck. Her ass in the water, tits floating, you pin her against the stone while she’s still trying to keep her noble tone, failing completely when you shove inside her and she moans way too loud for a lady of the court.

It’s a lot of that contrast: one moment battlefield, the next moment you’re banging someone against a training dummy while lanterns swing around. The older women hit different here, too. There’s a warrior woman who fought in the same war as your master, body thick with muscle and age, ass like it was built to be grabbed in armor and out of it. She trains you, throws you on the ground, then ends up on top of you in this “grappling practice” that turns into her grinding down on your hard-on. She teases you for being young, but she’s the one riding you like she’s been starved for years, sweat dripping off her tits onto your chest. Then later, in the poor district, there’s this tiny shrine house where a so-called “respectable” wife is secretly praying for her husband’s death so she can crawl into your lap. You pull her kimono off and her body does not match the quiet good-girl act at all, curves everywhere, nipples hard before you even touch them, her ass shaking while you pound her from behind and she tries to keep her voice down because neighbors. Sex scenes feel like you’re clawing your way into a world that never planned to let you in, with your cock doing half the social climbing. And yeah, sometimes the pacing between these scenes and the “serious” plot jumps weird and makes you go “wait, how did I get from planning a patrol to balls-deep in this woman again,” but honestly, that kind of messy chaos fits a story about a nobody warrior suddenly thrown into power, tits, and danger all at once.

Guy stuck in some shitty future office job, numbing himself with Spotify and porn on second monitor, then boom, random email: “hey, you own an entire tropical archipelago now.” I mean sure, obvious scam, but in this story it’s actually real, and he just goes. No hesitation, no lawyer, just “ok, I’m a rich island master now, cool.” I kinda love how fast it throws you into the fantasy. One minute you’re surrounded by concrete and neon, next minute you land on this ridiculous paradise full of wet sand, wet skin, wet everything, and this insanely classy woman meets you at the dock, calls you “Master” with that calm, trained smile that already screams “I know exactly how to make you break all your morals.” She’s hot in that hentai office-lady way, big tits pressed into a too-tight outfit, acting all professional while clearly ready to bend the rules and probably her spine.

The structure is visual novel style, but it sneaks in management stuff so you’re not just clicking next text like a zombie. You’re technically running this island group, investing money, deciding what buildings to put, who works where. And every “responsible” choice somehow leads to more perversion. Upgrade a facility? Suddenly there’s a scene where your staff are “celebrating” in your private villa with their clothes on the floor and their legs open. Got a research lab? They’re not studying fish, they’re testing this creepy futuristic machine that can mess with memories and lust. I swear the first time I used it on that shy girl who kept blushing and covering her chest, I was like “ok this is fucked up” and then five clicks later I’m watching her grind on a metal frame, moaning your name, eyes glazed, while the machine slowly strips away her resistance. The game really leans into corruption, like not just “she likes sex now,” but watching her go from normal worker to addicted slut who peeks at camera feeds and fingers herself while spying on other couples.

Sex scenes don’t stay one-on-one for long. The moment the island economy starts running, you basically become this horny overlord scheduling meetings that end in group sex. There’s this one beach party where you pretend it’s some celebration of progress, but really it’s just an excuse to watch them drunk on sun and lust, bodies all over the sand, a messy mix of big asses bouncing, big boobs slapping, two girls sharing your cock while a third rides your face. Sometimes there’s a monster angle too, like the tech or weird creatures from the ocean getting involved, tentacle-ish stuff that feels half sci fi, half wet dream, and the girls go from fear to obsession so fast it’s almost funny. Also, the voyeur angle is strong as hell. You unlock hidden cameras in showers, staff rooms, even the lab. One time I opened the cam menu on my phone on the subway and forgot volume, and suddenly this girl is on screen getting railed against a glass wall, moaning so hard people looked at me. I pretended it was TikTok but yeah, no one believed that. Anyway, the romance part is there if you want to pretend you care, you can pick favorites, take them on “dates” under the palm trees, tell them sweet things, then order them to kneel in the sand and swallow everything like good pets. The game lets you be as soft or as much of a manipulative bastard as you want, but it always comes back to the same thing: you’re the master of this sunny little sex factory, and every pretty thing on that island is one decision away from being on her knees or on a machine, moaning your name like it’s the only word she remembers.

Game starts in that slow, sweaty way where you think it will just be training and grinding stats with your sensei, and then suddenly everything goes to hell. Two royal looking bitches crash into the dojo, collars and heels and smug faces, and you barely have time to breathe before you and your teacher are chained up like trophies. The story pretends to be about “rescuing your sensei” but most of the time it feels like you are the one who keeps getting captured, toyed with, pushed around. Which is good. And horrible. And good again.

Every new zone feels like walking into another woman’s fantasy of power. One world is all silk and red curtains, older women lounging around like bored queens, judging your body with lazy eyes while they decide if you’re going to be a servant or a toy. Another one is cold stone, iron cages, boots echoing on the floor while some empress type makes you kneel just to talk to her. The game really loves that moment where a woman leans close, voice soft, and tells you exactly how small and pathetic you are, then uses your dick anyway like it is royal property. If you like being in control, you’re going to hate this. Unless you don’t. I tried to play “dominant” the first run, choosing the most defiant answers, and the game almost laughed at me. One milf slapped my choices away with a single line and pinned my arms like they were decoration, rode me like she was proving a point, then called it “training” with this mock-sweet smile that actually made my stomach twist.

The 3D models are messy in a way I ended up kind of liking. Tits are big but not all perfectly symmetrical, faces change expression mid scene in slightly off timing, physics sometimes look like they are drunk, yet it all fits this weird dream feeling. There is one empress with this strict haircut and huge chest who leans too close during interrogation and her nipple clips through the armor a bit. It annoyed me, then suddenly I could not stop staring only there, reloading the scene in incognito Chrome like a complete idiot. The adventure bits are surprisingly not lazy: walking through ruined temples, desert palaces, corrupted gardens, picking choices, losing fights on purpose because you want to see what humiliating thing they do when you fail. Combat is not deep, you mash through and then you lose or win, but the punishment scenes carry it. One of my favorite moments was getting captured by a “priestess” who looked gentle at first, then strapped me to some ritual thing and edged me while reciting sacred lines about male obedience, only letting me cum when I begged in a way she liked. Another time, an older queen made me lick the dirt from her heel before she even allowed any nudity, which felt oddly more intense than the full-on sex that came later. Not everything hits: a couple of zones feel like filler, one character just loops the same “I own you” line until it loses bite, and the pacing around the middle drags because you walk too long between scenes. But then you meet another cold eyed ruler who treats your whole heroic quest like a joke, sits on your face like you are just furniture, and suddenly you forget you were annoyed five minutes ago. The game keeps doing that. It stumbles, then grabs your hair and pulls you right back into it.

Storm, wet wood, that weird mix of salt and fear in your throat, and right in the middle of that you’ve got her: this perfect elven wife who still somehow looks holy even with her robes clinging to her curves. The game throws you onto this nameless island like the ocean just spat you out, and suddenly your “happily ever after” feels like a joke with bad timing. It’s not a complicated setup, actually kind of simple, which makes it worse. You, the loyal husband, still trying to act like a hero. Her, the devout priestess who actually believes all that purity talk. And then that guy, Borwin, this sweaty, wheezing sailor with piggy eyes who starts looking at her like she’s the last piece of meat in the world. The whole thing is a slow punch in the gut, because nothing explodes, nobody just jumps into fucking right away. It just stretches. Long glances. His “accidental” touches. Her nervous smile that hangs a little too long. And you get stuck watching, almost tasting that ugly mix of jealousy and arousal in your own mouth, like cheap rum you didn’t mean to drink.

What hit me hardest is how the game doesn’t rush the dirty stuff. First it plays with your brain. They’re sitting close to the fire, he laughs too loud, his hand lands on her thigh, and she doesn’t slap it away. Not right away. You feel that little sting in your chest, like, “hey, that’s my wife,” but you also stare at the screen longer than you should. When he ogles her tits through soaked fabric, it’s not subtle, and she notices, but instead of screaming she blushes and fidgets and pretends she didn’t see. It’s messed up, watching her slowly slide from “holy and untouchable” to “kind of flattered that this filthy bastard wants her so bad.” The corruption is mostly in her expressions, tiny shifts. Mouth a bit more parted when he leans close. Eyes not quite meeting yours. Then the touches change. His hand on her ass when he helps her “climb over a rock.” His fingers brushing along the inside of her thigh while he plays it off like he’s checking a wound. There’s a scene where she’s kneeling in front of him, supposedly “tending an injury,” and the camera knows exactly what your brain is doing. Her face is too close to his crotch, her lips too wet, and for a second the game just lets you sit there wondering if she’s going to use her mouth on him or if you’re just filthy for even thinking it.

At some point the line breaks and you don’t even remember exactly where. One night the priestess who swore her body belongs to the gods is on her back, robe pushed up, legs spread, and the guy filling her is not you. She moans in a way you’ve never heard from her scenes with you, louder, less controlled, like her body finally stopped pretending. Her tits bounce when he pounds into her, her ass lifts up to meet him, and you feel this horrible heat in your gut because the animation really leans into how much she’s getting into it. She grabs his arm, begs him not to stop, and the worst part is how her words sound half like prayer, half like porn. There’s this nasty little bit where he gropes her under the pretense of “warming her up” after a cold night, his thick fingers pushing under her clothes, and she’s shivering but not from the cold anymore. She bites her lip, tries to mumble something about “marriage vows,” but she’s grinding against his hand while she says it. Oral, handjob, full-on fucking, it all comes, just not in the order your pride would like. The game never lets you escape that tight, ugly feeling of watching your “treasure” get taken, then watching her start to want it more than anything you ever gave her. And you know what makes it even dirtier? There’s no choice to fix it, no magic button to “save” her. You’re just there, stuck in your own skin, watching this elf with a big perfect ass and soft bouncing tits get slowly rewritten by a disgusting sailor, and somewhere in the middle of her crying and moaning you realize you’re stroking yourself and hating yourself at the same time.

Game throws you in as this young lieutenant who looks a bit too clean for all the shit he walks into. You’re leading Alpha 1, bunch of rough assholes with guns, armor and attitude, but somehow your cock still gets more screen time than the rifles. It starts serious, bullets flying, people screaming, blood on walls, a hostage situation that actually feels tense, then suddenly the camera is right in some older officer’s cleavage and you kind of forget there are terrorists outside. I was sampling sounds for a moan pack and I swear the first time one of the milfs pushed you against the concrete wall in that bunker hallway, her low breath and the metal clank from her gear rubbing the wall sounded like something from a gritty war drama, just with more tongue. They really mix the uniform kink with the dirty talk. She’s got that tight combat shirt that does nothing to hide her huge tits, and when she rides you on that steel table during “interrogation”, there’s this combination of muffled echo, boots squeaking and skin slapping that legit made me pause Spotify on my phone because I wanted it clean in my headphones.

The sex doesn’t come out of nowhere, but it also kinda does. One moment you’re planning breach routes, the next your commanding officer, a stacked silver-haired milf with this ice queen vibe, is chewing you out for disobeying orders. Then the scene flips and she has you pinned against a locker, hand on your throat, whispering in your ear that you better “prove you deserve that uniform”. Her moans are a little too porn-site-perfect sometimes, like I’ve heard that exact “ahh~” in half the videos on xVideos, but there’s this deep sigh she does when you push inside her the first time, like she’s been holding it in since boot camp. That one is raw. When she’s riding you, the armor pieces knocking against each other make this clicky sound that I actually found hotter than the usual wet squish. Feels like you’re fucking in a real armory, not some clean studio room. And yeah, they go hard with the violence in between, bodies on the ground, blood soaking the dirt, gunshots ringing in the distance while you sneak into some half-destroyed safehouse. It’s weird how fast the tone hops from romance vibes to “I’m gonna sit on your face in full tactical gear” and then back to planning how to get the VIP out alive. It shouldn’t work. Sometimes it really doesn’t. But then there’s this scene inside a transport vehicle, red emergency lights flashing, engine humming low, where one of the older women silently pulls you into her lap, unzips your pants and just starts stroking you in the dark while the rest of the squad pretends not to notice. The audio there is almost quiet, just her breath in your ear and the distant rattle of metal. I kept replaying that one, not even for the visuals. Just that rhythm, that mix of danger and slow, dirty handjob in a humming steel box. Yeah, I kinda hated how rushed some emotional bits felt, but I still went back to those scenes to steal sounds for my own stuff. Priorities, right.

The main guy in Hot Property looks like the sort of dude who keeps breaking stuff in his own house and then somehow gets rewarded with more tits. That is kind of the whole vibe. It starts out feeling like a silly porn setup you see on TikTok edits, this unlucky guy suddenly getting a shot at some ridiculous situation, and then it keeps leaning into the chaos instead of pretending to be “serious storytelling”. One moment he is trying to act cool and professional, the next he is face first between a huge ass and completely losing control while two girls laugh at him. It feels half erotic, half “how is this idiot still alive”, and that actually works. The game knows it is horny trash and just runs with it. Sometimes it even trips on its own jokes, but it keeps going, like a drunk dude speedrunning Pornhub categories.

When the scenes really start, they do not waste time. You get long, slow teasing with hands sliding over those big curves, close shots of lips brushing skin, the kind of stuff that makes you want to pause and just stare. Then the rhythm jumps, suddenly one girl is on her knees, stroking him while the other leans in and kisses him, and you see the whole thing animated with nice weight to the bodies. It is not “perfect” animation, you will notice little stiffness here and there, sometimes hair moves weird or the loop is a bit too clean, but there is a lot of personality inside the cuts. Breasts bounce heavy when he grabs them, asses jiggle when they ride him, tongues slip in and out during oral, and the camera gets really shameless with low angles. There is one group scene where he is getting his cock sucked while another girl sits on his face and a third one just watches, stroking herself, and the game holds the shot on his overwhelmed expression long enough that you actually feel the comedy and the lust mix together. It almost feels illegal to laugh while you are this turned on. The lesbian bits are surprisingly sweet and filthy at the same time, with the girls teasing each other first, sharing a slow kiss, then going straight to fingers and wet thighs while he just stands there like a background prop until they decide to drag him back in. I do not like the tiny font for the dialogue boxes though, it looks like it came from some random early mobile VN and nobody fixed it. Also I opened Discord once during a loading and when I came back the music glitched for a second, like an old Flash game, which annoyed me more than it should.

The humor actually lands more often than not. Jokes about his bad luck, little sarcastic comments from the girls, weird surreal moments that almost feel like a meme edit placed in the middle of a hentai scene, like “how is this my life” energy. At the same time, the story never pretends to be deep, it just uses the plot as excuse to throw him into more trouble and more naked skin. The big tits are front and center, literally, and the game loves pushing them in the frame, having them pressed together during handjobs, smearing spit and precum on them while he tries to keep a straight face. Vaginal scenes are firm and detailed, you can see bodies grinding, hips slamming, the kind of thrusting that makes you hear the slap in your head even if the volume is low. There is this one oral scene that is honestly better than some full sex moments, the way her cheeks hollow when she goes down on him, then pulls back with a thin line of saliva, smiling like she knows exactly what she is doing to both him and you. It is horny, messy, not very realistic, and strangely charming. Or maybe it is not charming at all and I am just too weak for a dumb protagonist surrounded by horny women who keep calling him out and still ride his dick like it is their job. Hard to tell.

Lewd Piece feels like someone smashed a horny fanfic archive, a janky phone RPG, and a cosplay convention together, then sprinkled it with just enough pirate logic to pretend it all makes sense. You are “captain” in the same way Odysseus was a loyal husband: technically true, but every scene is trying to seduce you away from whatever moral compass you had. One moment you’re choosing skills like you’re in some budget Persona menu, the next moment you’re staring at Nami’s tits squeezed into a maid uniform, offering to “help with inventory” while clearly meaning your dick. The game leans hard into that trainer fantasy: you’re not just managing a ship, you’re adjusting how obedient, perverted, jealous, or teasing your crew becomes, like a horny social link chart. I had this moment with Robin where I picked a dialogue option that looked harmless, just some smart-ass joke about ancient stones, and suddenly she’s pressing her big ass into my lap in the cabin, asking if you “need a practical demonstration about friction.” The writing is not subtle. It doesn’t want to be. It has the same energy as those old hentai OVAs where they pretend to care about plot for 20 seconds, then cut to a titfuck in the engine room.

What really killed me is how the game pretends to be about treasure, but the only treasure that matters is which scene you unlock next. You get these little sandbox vibes on mobile: hopping between locations, hitting the maid cafe “disguise” event, messing with your pirate harem schedule like you’re running a very horny calendar app instead of a ship. There is combat, turn based stuff, but half of the time I’m just clicking through because I know the real prize is when Boa Hancock shows up later with a “training session” that is literally her in maid cosplay riding you and calling it a lesson in loyalty. The sci fi twist with sex robots sneaks in like a shitpost someone forgot to delete: one second it’s pirate romance, next second you’re in a hidden lab deciding breast size in a character creation menu for a robot maid who calls you “captain” while giving a handjob, eyes rolling into full ahegao. It should feel totally wrong, but in erotic games logic this is exactly right. The cheating stuff is there too, quiet but sharp: you’re promising romance to one girl, then sneaking oral sex from another behind a door while your crew walks outside. The game even leans into voyeurism with scenes where you “accidentally” spy on Nami sucking someone off in a corridor, only for the script to twist it and put you in that place next time. It’s parody, sure, of One Piece and of dating sims and of all those grand adventure stories, but it’s also very clear what the real adventure is: every choice slowly shaping a crew that exists to tease you, fuck you, and trap you in a lewd little management loop where the biggest boss fight is trying not to open the gallery again.