Mallowfall City feels like the kind of place your horny brain invents when you’re zoning out during a boring Zoom meeting. Everything is too wet, too soft, too tight, too much, and somehow that’s exactly the point. You roll in as Dave, this broke student coming back after studying abroad, and instead of a sad mattress on the floor and instant coffee, you land in an apartment with a mature woman who has curves like gravity got turned up just around her body. That first evening with her is already a problem. She’s walking around in this casual home outfit that should be illegal, shirt hugging huge tits, hips wide, ass heavy, that kind of thick that makes chairs squeak. She leans close to hand you a mug, you catch a glimpse of lace under her top, and it hits you that you’re not just “crashing in a spare room.” You’re basically moving into a thirst trap.

The whole game plays like a romantic visual novel that drank too much wine then decided to stop pretending it’s innocent. There’s real talking, not just “hi, fuck now,” and that’s the dangerous part. You get these long conversations with older women who know exactly what they’re doing. One of them sits with you at a bar late at night, touching your wrist while she tells you how lonely she is after her divorce. She’s older, but thick in all the right places, heavy tits straining against her blouse, lips shiny, eyes way too focused on your mouth. The scene drags just long enough that you start screaming at your screen “just kiss already” and then when it finally goes down, it’s not soft at all. Her tongue is in your mouth, her hand is on your crotch, and she comments on how “big” you are in this slow teasing voice. When the clothes actually come off, the cg scenes slam you with big bodies and big everything. Round bellies, soft thighs spreading, huge boobs bouncing while she rides your cock and says shit like “You like mature women, huh?” Yeah. He does. And you do too. And the game knows it way too well.

What I liked is that the chubby and bbw women here are not some joke or “side fetish.” They are the main goddamn course. Thick asses that fill the whole screen, big breasts that actually move, not just stuck-on balloons. There is this one scene where a milf in a tight pencil skirt bends over to pick something up, and the camera lingers right behind her. The fabric is pulling across her ass, you see the shape of her panties, and you know the dev did that on purpose to ruin your focus. Later, when you finally get her on a bed, she pulls off her bra and her boobs fall out heavy, nipples already hard, and she kind of laughs shy because she knows she is huge. That moment works way better than some perfect anime doll, because she feels like a real thick woman who will squeeze your head between her tits and suffocate you happily. And yeah, sometimes the “romance” stuff pretends to be deep then jumps straight into fucking in like three lines of dialogue, which is funny, but also somehow perfect for this city that basically runs on sex and secrets. There is one tiny thing that annoyed me though: the way one character always calls you “boy” in this weird playful tone. Every single time. It’s hot, then it’s annoying, then you forget you were annoyed because she’s naked again. Story of this game, honestly.

Having just finished his studies, the young man makes his way home looking forward to meeting his close friends and stirring up nostalgic moments. However, his intentions get interrupted when he notices his neighbor - a woman whose allure has grown into something dangerously irresistible. Not just a simple acquaintance, she’s a mature seductress who has become the object of his lustful dreams.

Struggling with his own doubts and burning attraction, he asks himself if he could truly seduce such an intoxicating woman. What unfolds is a wild adventure of erotic tension, desire, and personal growth. The decisions you take will shape his path to conquering her mature charms.

Explore a narrative dripping with raw desire, where maturity fuels an intense sexual hunger. Step into scenes pulsing with anticipation, intimate confessions, and electrifying contact. Desire consumes them, leading to explosive moments of pleasure and surrender.

Is he brave enough to turn his fantasies into reality with this captivating woman? Guide him through this tangled web of lust and love to find out.

Embark on this sensual escapade where your choices ignite the flames - push him from longing to the peak of ecstasy. Will you be the one to write the story of their sizzling connection?

Now’s the moment to dive in deep, ignite the passion and lose yourself in this mature, seductive world.

Vanesa’s office looks like one of those high-end wellness apps tried to cosplay as a porn set and failed in a sexy way. Soft lighting, too much white, some fake plant in the corner, and this huge leather chair that basically screams “you’re going to do something you regret here.” You play this poor corporate drone who pretends to be there for “stress” and “performance anxiety,” but let’s be real, you’re there because she’s a futa shrink with big tits, lazy confidence and that slow way of talking that makes every normal sentence sound like a dirty suggestion. The game doesn’t waste time with complex fake psychology bullshit. She asks a few surface questions, looks bored, then starts poking at all your insecurities: your job, your dick, your relationships, your self-control. And she does it while slowly closing physical distance, touching your wrist a little too long, adjusting her glasses while staring straight at your crotch, that kind of teasing that hurts in a good way. It feels like those fucked up horny thoughts you get at work when you see a hot manager walk by and wonder what would happen if you just stopped being a decent human for a moment.

What I didn’t expect is how much the therapy vibe is used as an excuse to blur consent in this very specific “you are technically agreeing but you know she’s playing you” way. She gives you “exercises” that start innocent and then suddenly her hand is on your thigh, and you’re getting a slow, clinical handjob while she keeps this professional tone like she’s reading from a self-help audiobook. When she goes down for oral, she doesn’t transform into some wild porn actress; she stays calm, measured, like she’s testing you, watching your reaction as if she’s tracking progress on a chart. The best part is how she talks about your partner, like a case study. She keeps asking about them, how the sex is, what’s missing, why you’re fantasizing about someone else. Then she casually suggests “practice sessions” to help you “perform better at home,” which is fucking hilarious because you can literally feel she doesn’t give a shit about saving your relationship. There is this cold spark of ownership behind her eyes. The game calls it therapy, but it’s closer to grooming you into her personal toy, and the netorare/netori angle hits harder because it’s not loud or dramatic, it’s slow, it’s a creep of boundaries. One moment you’re fully dressed talking about stress, the next she has your cock in her mouth and she’s asking you, in this calm tone, if you think your partner could ever satisfy you like this. It’s intimate and fucked up at the same time, and the more you go back to her, the less you even pretend you’re there to “heal” anything. You’re just chasing that strange mix of shame, relief, and the feeling that someone smart and dangerous has their fingers wrapped around both your mind and your dick.

This one feels like somebody spilled a whole box of maid fetish on the screen and then forgot to clean it up, in a good way and also not. The manor is like its own character, all long corridors and quiet little corners where you just know some poor nervous maid is waiting to get ordered around. Everybody calls you master and acts like that is the most normal thing, which is wild because half of them are way more intimidating than you. One of the first scenes where the strict head maid makes you sit down, fixes your tie and then just casually slides her hand lower while scolding you for “lack of discipline” actually made me stop my Spotify because I wanted to hear the tiny sound effects better. Priorities, right.

The whole thing plays like a slow, horny tour of service culture gone completely off the rails. You click through dialog, they bow, you choose if they pour tea properly or “accidentally” spill it on their chest so they need to strip out of the wet uniform in the back room. Uniforms are clearly the dev’s religion. All those skirts with just a bit too much leg, stockings that always have that one tiny wrinkle at the back of the knee that makes them feel weirdly real, little aprons that fail completely at covering anything during the CG scenes. I spent an embarrassing amount of time zooming my browser just to stare at the frills on one shy silver-haired maid’s headdress while she’s sucking you off under the table. Her eyes are half closed, cheeks pink, but the bow on her chest is perfectly centered and that killed me more than the actual blowjob. Sometimes the anatomy is a bit off, like a hand too big or a boob with strange gravity, but then you get a shot of a maid kneeling with her skirt puffed up around her waist, panties pulled to the side, and it’s so stupidly hot you just forgive everything and move on. Or pretend to.

What I really liked is how every girl has a different flavor of “service” without them spelling it out like a menu. There’s the clumsy newbie who drops plates and then ends up polishing your dick with the same guilty face she had when she broke the expensive vase. There’s the icy mistress of the manor who technically owns the place but still calls you master in private while riding you on that stupidly huge bed that looks like it ate three other beds. She gives you this elegant speech about the responsibility of nobility, then five clicks later she’s pushing your head between her thighs and whispering that a proper servant uses every part of their body. Total hypocrite. I love her. At one point I picked the “firm order” option just to see what happens and the proud redheaded maid actually trembled when I told her to kneel and present herself like a proper toy. The CG of her ass up, skirt folded neatly, panties in her mouth like a gag, was so on-brand for my kawaii collection brain I literally screen grabbed it and tossed it into my “favorite maids” folder on Google Drive. There are tiny annoyances, like the pacing sometimes jumping from sweet teasing to full-on dick-splitting penetration between two lines of dialog, or a scene where a maid calls me “milady” for one line then goes back to “master” like nothing happened, but honestly that just made it feel more like some horny person’s messy fantasy notes turned into a game. Which, to be real, is exactly why I kept clicking.