Arthur already has that whole golden boy thing going on, king of Camelot, shining armor, pretty speeches about honor and whatever. But this game basically asks: what happens when all that noble shit hits a wall made of pure pussy and bad decisions. You wake up in his skin, and you can kind of feel it right away, he’s not built for what’s coming. The court still sings about loyalty, about knights and purity, while your wife, Guinevere, is getting slowly pulled away from you by the one guy you should trust the most. Lancelot doesn’t just want her, he wants to ruin everything by taking her little by little, touch by touch, until your proud queen turns into a trembling mess who can’t say no to him anymore. The story doesn’t waste time on side stuff. It’s a straight kinetic ride where you mostly just watch it all unravel, like a slow car crash where the airbags are big tits and messy creampies.

The pacing is actually nasty in a good way. Guinevere doesn’t go from “my dear husband” to “fuck me rough, Lancelot” in one click. It crawls. First it’s that aching guilt in her face when he gets too close, his hand pressed against her lower back a bit too long in the hallway, his fingers brushing over her ass through the dress while he whispers that Arthur is too busy for her. Then you get a scene where he pushes her against a stone pillar, groping her tits through the fabric, and you feel that moment where she should pull away but just kind of… freezes. The CGs lean into that, with those tight shots of her lips slightly open, eyes wet, thighs pressed together, and you know she’s already halfway lost. It’s all very “fantasy courtly drama” on the surface, but every event is basically foreplay for the next betrayal. When they finally cross the line, it’s raw: him bending her over the bed that was supposed to be yours, slapping her big ass as he rams into her, his cum leaking out of her used pussy while she tries to tell herself it was a mistake. Spoiler: it’s not the last time, not even close.

What I liked way too much, as someone who always wants that 100% gallery, is how the sex escalates like a fucked up skill tree. You think, ok, he already fucked her, we’re done. But then there’s a scene in the royal bath where he orders her to get on her knees between his legs, and the camera practically lives in that sloppy blowjob, her hand wrapping around his shaft, drool dripping down, his fingers tangled in her hair. Later, when he titfucks her, those huge tits look almost comical trying to wrap around his cock, but the devs commit, they give you that moment of her looking up, cheeks flushed, nipples stiff, while his dick slides between them and smears pre all over. And they don’t chicken out on group stuff either. Once he fully breaks her, he’s not satisfied with just taking the queen for himself. He brings in “trusted” knights, treats her like a prize on display. There’s this brutal scene in a torchlit chamber where Guinevere is sandwiched between armor and muscle, one guy pounding her pussy raw from behind, another shoving his cock between her lips, her moaning and choking, tearing up while Lancelot watches with that smug look. Cum on her face, cum dripping from her used hole, a messy creampie staining the royal sheets right after she’d sworn loyalty to Arthur in public. It’s netorare at its most mean: you sit there in Arthur’s role, forced to watch your own legend rot from the inside, while your queen turns into the castle’s favorite toy and you can’t click your way to a happy end. The fact it’s all linear kind of fits, like destiny itself is just laughing and pushing you deeper into the mud.

This thing hits you in the face right away. You open it and the game just starts calling you a pathetic virgin like it knows what tabs you had open before. Male protagonist, first year uni in late 90s Wales, stuck in that ugly campus mix of shitty carpet, nicotine stains, and horny brain. Everyone thinks you will die alone, and frankly the game agrees. Then the goth girl walks in like a walking middle finger to your self-esteem. Tall, boots, chains, black lipstick that looks like it tastes of smoke and cheap vodka. She is not your cute “secretly soft” goth. She is full female domination mode. She enjoys humiliating you, and the game really lets her. Public teasing in hallways, denial until you literally beg, exhibitionism moments where she pushes you close to being seen, and then pulls away only to grind on someone actually confident while you watch from the corner. If you hate netorare, this is a hate crime. If you like it, you will have your hand on your phone more than on your textbook.

What caught me off guard is how the corruption is not only sexual but social. The more you let her step on you, the more other people on campus join the act, and the POV stuff gets nasty. You see her big ass riding someone else through a cracked door while you are forced to hold her bag like an idiot. Or she sends you pics of her sucking off a dude from the football team, with your unread essays visible on your desk in the background. There is voyeurism everywhere, even when you are not the viewer. Sometimes you are the thing being watched: being paraded around as the loser virgin toy in a group chat that you are not even allowed to post in. The game even throws a milf teacher at you, but in that mean way, like, you think “finally, someone kind” and suddenly you are watching her get pounded by a classmate while she grades your paper with a red pen and one hand on his abs. The humor is cruel and honestly kind of funny, like that scene where your phone autocorrects “please” to “pee” while you are begging her to let you cum, and she just runs with it in a way I am still slightly disturbed by. There is a whole mobile phone layer built into the game, with apps that feel suspiciously like WhatsApp and Instagram where you keep scrolling old chats trying to find where exactly your dignity died, then getting distracted by AI generated CG of her in a “maybe pregnant, maybe not” ending that hits way harder than it should. I still cannot forgive the tiny thing where notification sounds are slightly off from real apps and my brain kept twitching every single time, but yeah, I kept playing anyway.

Lucas walks back into this rich guy fantasy house that is actually his dad’s place, but it feels more like a porn set than a home. Marble floor, giant staircases, everything screaming money, but the whole place is cold as hell emotionally. Dad is “away” all the time, ghost owner vibes. In the middle of all that, there she is: Isabelly, the stepmom, young enough that you instantly go “ok, this is fucked” but your dick is already having a different opinion. Big tits that don’t even try to be subtle, curves wrapped in these classy outfits that pretend to be respectable while the camera keeps catching angles that are not respectful at all. The game loves to park the screen on the little details: how her blouse opens just a bit too low when she leans over, how her lips stay just a second longer on that fake innocent smile, how her legs cross when she sits on the couch and you can feel Lucas’ brain melting through his nose.

The whole tension is that kind of slow burn where every normal thing feels dirty. Breakfast scenes feel like foreplay. Her asking “can you help me with this?” is already corruption in progress, because you know very well it never stops at “this”. The game really leans into humiliation, not in some clownish way, but like emotional kicking in the balls. Lucas is constantly reminded he is the outsider in his own house, treated like a guest, like a kid, and at the same time this woman is playing with his hormones, walking around half covered, pressing her tits a little too close, using his obvious crush as a toy. When things start to escalate, it hits that cheating angle hard. She is married to his father, that detail never goes away. Sometimes she even mentions the old man right when she is getting a little too close, and you can feel Lucas’ stomach twist, and honestly mine too. You get that slimy netorare flavor where you are both the victim and the bastard at the same time.

The scenes are rendered with that ai cg look where everything feels slightly unreal, almost too perfect, and in this game it kind of works because this whole mansion life is already fake as fuck. Isabelly sits right between milf and trophy doll, with those big tits basically having more personality than half of the cast, and the story keeps pushing you into situations where saying no feels impossible, but saying yes feels like you are ruining your own life on purpose. One moment she is tender, like a soft caring figure, and in the very next she is twisting the knife, teasing you, using your hard-on like leverage. There is one moment where Lucas catches a hint that maybe he is not the first toy in this house, and the game just drops that bomb and moves on like it is nothing, which annoyed me more than it should. I also hated one small thing: a tiny sound effect in a certain scene that repeats and repeats, like a cheap porn loop, and now it lives rent free in my brain. Still, I kept clicking, because every choice feels like pushing Lucas deeper into this mess of lust, shame, and that weird thrill when you know you are doing something unforgivable and you still spread her legs anyway.

Alex is one of those guys you swipe past without thinking, until his life starts going to hell and suddenly he’s the center of the mess. Broke college kid, roommate who talks big and thinks with his dick, grades slipping, horny all the time and pretending it’s not a problem. Then that letter shows up. Not email, not some in-game popup, an actual letter that somehow knows way too much about him, about his family, about his debts, about what turns him on when the curtains are closed and the browser is on incognito. It doesn’t welcome him, it tempts him. Take this job, follow these rules, and your money problem “goes away”. Also your morals, but the letter is polite enough not to spell that part out. From the first click, the whole thing feels like when you open a random porn tab “just to peek” and three hours later you’re deep into some weird niche. Except here you’re driving Alex into it, nudging him, or shoving him, depending how horny and cruel you feel that moment.

What I like is how slow some of the corruption hits. It doesn’t instantly throw him into a room full of naked bodies moaning his name. You start small. A look that lingers too long on a milf who really, really shouldn’t be giving him that bedroom stare. A “harmless” strip dare in a place where the cameras are definitely on. A little flirting with someone who already has a partner while you tell yourself it’s just teasing. Then suddenly, you’re juggling scenes where he can screw a stacked older woman against a glass wall, grinding that big ass while she bites her lip and whispers that her husband can’t fuck her like this, and at the same time there’s a younger girl texting him that she’s waiting in his dorm bed, no panties, wanting to taste him. The game lets you be the fake good guy who pretends he “didn’t mean” to cheat, or the full-on bastard who clicks every option that leads to oral under the table, bareback pussy, interracial threesomes, harem routes, all of it. Sometimes you look at a choice and think, ok, this is where it goes too far, this is the netorare stuff I’ll skip, and then they slip in an avoidable branch or a point-and-click detail that makes you hesitate, because you want to see what happens if you let a jealous husband watch, or if you let the girl moan someone else’s name while Alex is buried deep in her. And no, the game doesn’t judge you. That job from the letter? It just keeps giving him new “responsibilities”: undress her, touch there, make her beg, record this, corrupt that. The sci-fi angle sneaks up too, like reality itself is one of the women he’s slowly stripping, layer by layer, until you realize what looked like a normal college drama is actually several hidden worlds rubbing against each other, leaking into his life. You click around a room and suddenly find a device that shouldn’t exist, a file that hints certain “family” lines are more twisted than the characters know, an animated scene where time feels like it slows while you watch bodies move, tits bouncing, tongues working, dripping wet and completely unashamed. By the time multiple endings start to peek through the dialogue, you’re not thinking about “right” or “wrong” anymore. You’re just deciding how far you want Alex to fall, and who you want tangled in his sheets when everything finally breaks.

Becky’s story starts in one of those small towns where everyone pretends to know everything about you, but somehow she’s the only one who doesn’t really know herself. She has this clean, sweet plan in her head: save money, move to the city with Liam, be a “good girl” and build a normal life. And then the game just grabs that dream and slowly twists it until you’re watching her do things she never imagined, and kind of never stops wanting more of. It’s not instant corruption, more like a steady drip of bad choices, horny curiosity, and people around her who see she’s soft and try to own that. One minute she’s trying to be loyal, next minute she’s on her knees for someone she should absolutely not be touching, with you deciding if she pulls away or opens her mouth wider.

What I liked is that Becky never feels like just a dumb puppet. She hesitates, gets flustered, sometimes panics, sometimes gets way too into it. When her old “friend” shows up in her life and starts this revenge thing, you can really push her into some rough shit: forced groping in public, being talked down to while she still obeys, used like a slut while she’s wearing the same clothes she wears to meet Liam later. And yeah, the game lets you go there: anal with zero romance in it, messy blowjobs where she’s humiliated and somehow turned on, that awkward handjob scene where she’s crying and still moving her fingers because she’s scared of what happens if she stops. The sex feels dirty in a specific way, more like, “this is a real girl who got trapped between shame and desire,” not just porn dialog thrown over pretty animations. Sometimes I hated her choices. Sometimes I clicked the worst option on purpose. The game never judged me for it, which is nice and also a bit disturbing.

Visually the scenes hit that line between romantic and cruel pretty hard. You get moments where she’s with Liam and it actually feels tender, the kissing, the slow vaginal sex, her trying to focus on him while her mind is replaying what she did with someone else a day earlier. Then you flip to another route and watch her get pinned against a wall by a guy who talks to her like trash while she secretly clenches her thighs around him. The camera loves her face when she’s humiliated: eyes looking away, lip bitten, a little drool still on her mouth from the last blowjob. There is a lot of male domination here, but the fun part is seeing which scenes she leans into and which ones she just survives. Cheating isn’t just a tag, it actually stings. When you send her to meet Liam after some filthy alleyway scene, she still smiles at him, and you kind of feel like an asshole and still want to push it even further. The tension between “good girlfriend” and “used toy” is where the game gets really hot. It’s romance strangled slowly by lust and control, and Becky is stuck right in the middle, with you quietly deciding how far she falls.

CheckedIn looks at you like that hot HR manager who says company rules are important, then spends the whole meeting eye-fucking you. You start as the new guy at this fancy hotel, still smelling like cheap deodorant and hope, and everyone acts professional for maybe five minutes before the flirting goes straight into “this is gonna ruin someone’s marriage” territory. Half the women have a ring or “taken” in their bio, and about zero of them act like that actually matters. It’s not subtle. You’re walking through the lobby and the married receptionist is licking her lips around a pen, leaning over the desk so hard her tits are basically a physics experiment, and the game just goes “yeah, this is fine, keep going.” And of course you do.

What I liked most is how work is just an excuse. On paper you’re doing shifts, dealing with customers, checking in guests. In reality you’re checking how fast you can get into your coworker’s mouth in the staff room without anyone walking in. You’ll be in a “serious” talk with your older manager, her blouse too tight, bra slightly visible, and the conversation somehow drifts from schedules to how long you can last with her on her knees. There’s teasing everywhere: a milf guest “accidentally” dropping her key card and bending over slow, a colleague comparing room service tips while staring at your crotch like it’s part of the menu. One moment you’re clicking through normal dialogue, next moment she’s under the desk, your character trying to talk about towels while she’s sucking him off, and you’re just sitting there thinking, yeah, this is exactly how hotels should work. The art has that AI smoothed look sometimes, but those huge tits in tight work clothes and fat asses under pencil skirts still hit way harder than my Instagram explore page. I kept zooming in on stupid stuff like stockings bunched around thighs, lipstick slightly smeared after a blowjob, tiny things that make it feel less like a sterile porn gallery and more like you actually messed someone up behind a locked door. And still, that tiny font on one menu drives me crazy and I keep forgetting which option I clicked, but whatever, nobody’s here for UX design.

What caught me off guard is how the “cheating” part isn’t just flavor text. The game really leans into it. You’re not just flirting with single chicks who pretend to be bad. You’re lining up late-night “meetings” with someone’s wife in a hotel corridor that looks way too quiet, kissing her while she nervously checks her phone, then pushing her against that beige wallpaper and pulling her panties aside because her husband is “out of town.” Sometimes you’re doing oral on them, sometimes they’re giving you head in a guest room that was supposed to stay empty, sometimes it turns into something that almost looks like romance and then the game reminds you she’s going home to another guy. That mix of dirty and kind of sweet is weirdly good. And yeah, there’s humor too, like a coworker cracking jokes while basically flashing you on purpose, or a scene where you’re supposed to be fixing a problem with a guest and end up buried between her thighs instead. It’s messy, horny, not pretending to be deep, full of big tits and big asses squeezed into “professional” outfits, and half the time you forget you’re doing any hotel job at all. Which, honestly, is probably the point even if no one says it.

A redheaded city girl walks into a tiny Scottish village in the middle of nowhere and, of course, everyone is horny and something is wrong with the sea. That’s the basic vibe here. The game throws you into this foggy coastal place where people smile a bit too warmly, stare a bit too long, and somehow every friendly conversation can slide into “hey, why is half the town ready to strip outside in the rain if the waves tell them to.” You play her, and she’s not some pure innocent flower either. She’s curious, she’s stubborn, and she keeps ending up in situations where saying “no” is possible, but saying “fuck it, I want to feel this” is way more tempting, especially when soft female lips are involved. There’s a lot of reading, a lot of choices, and the sex doesn’t just appear out of nowhere; it crawls toward you slowly, like the tide, until you realize your panties are around your ankle and that married woman you just “interviewed” for your little investigation has two fingers inside you and her wedding ring is cold against your skin. Then the scene lingers. It doesn’t jump cut away. It makes you stay there in the mess with her breath on your neck, her tongue on your clit, and you trying to remember you came here to solve something, not to be somebody’s secret seaside toy.

What I liked is how often the game puts you outside, literally. Wind, rocks, slippery grass under bare knees, salt on skin, clothes half pulled up against a crumbling wall. Girls going down on each other behind a boathouse while the sound of the surf is loud enough that you’re not sure anyone would hear you moan. There’s a threesome, too, that starts almost romantic and then turns into this raw, dirty sharing thing where your character is passed between warm hands and hungry mouths like she’s a gift from the sea, not a person with a brain. In some routes she cheats, in others she gets cheated on, and sometimes you just sit there watching a milf who should know better push you down on a blanket and tell you to relax while she spreads your legs and tastes you like she hasn’t eaten pussy in years. The corruption side is more emotional than people might expect; it’s not just “you were straight now you’re gay and into anal.” It’s more like “you were in control, and then one day you realize you need their touch like air.” At one point I tried to keep my heroine strong and distant, refused a few offers, built up her “resistance” like the game quietly nags you to do, and still ended up on my knees, mouth full, fingers digging into someone’s hips while the sea sang behind us. I’m not complaining. Or I am. Hard to tell. The only thing that annoyed me was this one dialogue choice that looked innocent and suddenly turned into a full-on group scene, complete with wet sounds and someone’s tongue where the sun doesn’t shine, and I just sat there thinking, “okay, I guess we’re doing this now.” But then again, that’s kind of why I kept clicking.

Kai thinks he’s getting a lazy sexed-up vacation on a sunny island with his hot girlfriend, his smug best bro, and the girl who looks like she bites. That’s the vibe at first. Sun, cocktails, tits in tight bikinis, asses sliding over pool chairs, couples pretending they’re here to “relax” while they’re actually scanning every bar stool for someone to fuck. The resort looks like one of those Instagram traps, all fake-perfect, AI-smoothed smiles on posters and hotel staff who are just a little too polished. You start noticing weird stuff. Who is watching who, who is flirting a bit too long with who, who is way too comfortable touching your girl’s thigh. The island feels like it has its own rules, like it was built for people who got bored with normal sex and started asking themselves “what if I watch her get pounded by someone else and like it?” and then never stopped asking. It’s not subtle. You’re sitting there as Kai, watching Yumi lean forward, big tits half out, laughing at Nick’s jokes while his hand is a bit too close to her knee, and the game just lets that moment stretch and breathe until you either click or snap.

The whole thing is about pressure. Slow, annoying, horny pressure. You pick small choices that look harmless, like “sure, go for a walk with him” or “yeah, another drink is fine”, and three scenes later you’re staring at an animated loop of your girl’s soft hand around someone else’s cock while Kai tries to act like he’s not dying inside. Or maybe he’s into it. That’s the dirty part. The island keeps nudging you to test where your jealousy ends and your curiosity starts. The sex scenes grow out of that. Handjobs by the pool while someone might walk in, a wet grind on a lounge chair with her huge ass bouncing under a thin towel, a mouthy girl who likes to lean in too close and whisper shit about what your brother used to do with his ex. The game really likes that family drama angle. Older brother shows up, got that “I’ve fucked more and care less” energy, and suddenly every stare between him and your girl feels like a threat. Or a promise. Sometimes the art looks almost too clean, like an AI took a vacation album and turned it into porn, sometimes a frame looks a bit off and that weirdness makes the scene feel more wrong, which honestly fits the NTR stuff. You will click a choice, watch a short animation loop of her tits bouncing on a guy’s lap, and feel that tiny stab in your gut that says “you could have stopped this five scenes ago.” And maybe you still keep going.

Half the time you’re trying to solve what the hell is off about this island, who is pulling the strings, why everyone talks about “opening up” like it’s some cult slogan. The other half you’re just watching people get drunk, grind on each other at some shitty beach party, swap partners in ways no one really wants to admit out loud. The game does that thing where it pretends you are in control while also setting you up for failure, like letting you choose to cling to Yumi, then slowly showing her eyes drift to someone stronger, rougher, more daring. You can lean into the cheating, treat it as an experiment, turn Kai into that guy who loves seeing his girl used, or you can fight it and get dragged anyway. Some routes feel almost romantic until suddenly they aren’t. One minute you’re walking through palm trees at sunset, big ass in front of you swaying in tight shorts, and the next minute she’s pushing your hand away because she’s “tired” after spending time with someone else. The island keeps smiling. The resort music keeps playing. And you’re there, clicking, watching, letting it hurt and turn you on, wondering how far you’ll go before you call it too much, then pushing one scene past that.

This one starts like some horny Erasmus fantasy that went completely off the rails. You’re this Italian guy dumped in Japan, and the whole thing leans hard into the “foreign dude in a place where he shouldn’t be this cocky” vibe. He’s not some shy herbivore either, more like a walking Roman ego with a nice accent and way too much confidence for his own good. The game really pushes that feeling that he’s hunting, not waiting. Every time you think he’ll back off from a married woman, or a woman clearly too mature for his level, he just… doesn’t. He treats every new apartment, workplace corridor, and tiny Tokyo side street like it’s some old Roman province that needs to be “conquered”, which sounds cringe, but it actually works because half the time you’re laughing at how far he goes. Then suddenly there’s this scene where the mood switches and the flirting hits way harder than it should, and you catch yourself actually caring if she replies to his late-night message.

The women here are the real reason to stay, obviously. Classic Japanese housewives with that soft, tired face and huge tits that bounce way too much for “just talking in the kitchen”. That older office lady who acts strict at work but melts fast once he starts pushing her buttons. A neat, classy milf in perfect makeup sharing “innocent” tea with the gaijin, then five minutes later she’s pressed up against the hallway wall, whispering that her husband must not know. The cheating stuff is all over the place: wedding rings, family photos on the shelf, husbands working late, that whole guilty-but-still-horny energy. The corruption feels slow in a good way, like you’re watching them slide from “this is inappropriate” to “I need your dick again” across several encounters, not just suddenly flipping a switch. And yeah, the tits are huge, but not just plastic balloons glued on; the game really takes time with how they move when she leans forward to pour coffee or when you push her against the couch and her blouse struggles to contain anything. Sometimes it’s hot in a quiet way, like a lingering hand on the thigh under the table, sometimes it jumps straight into her riding you while trying not to moan too loud because the kid is sleeping in the next room.

What I actually liked most is that the protagonist is kind of an asshole, but in a charming idiot way. He talks big about “conquest” like some budget Caesar, but half the time it feels like he’s winging it, improvising seduction with half-broken Japanese and raw confidence. It’s not subtle at all, but weirdly that’s the fun part: you know he’s a walking red flag, the women know he’s a walking red flag, and they still put their legs around his waist. Some routes feel a bit too gamey, like the “right” dialogue line is too obvious, and there are moments where a milf falls for him almost too fast. I also hate how one specific scene teases a long, slow build-up in the bath and then just cuts the foreplay short when it was finally getting really filthy. But then the next time you’re back in that same bathroom, she’s the one reaching for him first, her face red, water dripping down those massive breasts, muttering that she “can’t stop now” even if her husband is in the living room. It’s that kind of cycle: small frustrations here and there, and then a single scene that hits your specific kink so hard you forget to complain. It’s messy, it’s horny, it’s very “gaijin ruins nice Japanese households with his cock” and it doesn’t pretend to be anything else.