Middle-aged, bored, thinks he’s clever because he learned how to delete browser history on mobile. That’s your guy here. He’s got the comfy house, the quiet wife who’s more interested in TV than his dick, and a work schedule that never changes. Then some young girl turns up waving a piece of paper that basically screams “You fucked up years ago.” It doesn’t wait long with the teasing either. You’re in control of him, but honestly half the time it feels like you’re trying to steer a dick that already made all the decisions before the brain caught up. One scene you’re in the office pretending to work, next scene you’re with your side-piece giving her a sloppy blowjob in a parked car, phone buzzing with messages from your wife asking about dinner.

The cool thing is how it keeps the sex close to the everyday stuff. Like, you’re doing boring paperwork, the girl who might be your daughter texts something innocent, and your mind goes straight into the gutter on its own. There is this bit where you’re in the shower, jerking off quietly so the wife doesn’t hear, and the game cuts between water on tiles and these little animated flashes of the girls you’ve been messing with. Not just still pics, actual movement, hips grinding slow, lips around your cock, spit running down, that kind of cheap but effective stuff that hits harder than it should on a small phone screen. You can almost feel the towel getting cold while you decide if you answer your wife’s call or keep your hand going. Later there is a scene on the balcony where you’re supposed to just smoke and relax, but of course some girl shows up in clothes that might as well be legal trouble. She leans over the rail, he tries to keep it casual, and you can scroll through his shitty internal monologue while her tits bounce in this loop that looks like someone animated it at 3 in the morning after too much coffee. At some point she straight up reaches into his pants, and you get this messy handjob with cars passing below, tiny streaks of light while your cum hits her fingers. It’s not classy, but it’s honest. The cheating angle is treated like brushing your teeth: something he does because it’s there. You’ll go from lazy couch talk with the wife to having your cock sucked in a stairwell so fast you barely remember how you got there, and the game doesn’t bother justifying it. Half the choices feel like excuses you’d tell yourself in real life. “It’s just a little flirting.” Sure, until you’re balls deep in some girl you met by accident, trying not to say the wrong name while she rides you and your phone lights up on the floor. There is this one hotel room scene where he’s supposed to have a serious talk, but you know how that goes. Clothes forgotten on a chair, her on her knees, tongue on the shaft, slow strokes, his hands awkward because he’s still pretending this is about feelings. And somewhere under all that, there is the whole “birth certificate” thing hanging over his head, but it slides in and out of focus like a bad habit you keep ignoring. You get little moments where he’s alone on the bed, scrolling through messages, jerking off to some pic he swore he deleted, trying to convince himself he’s still a good guy while the game quietly laughs at him in the background.

Autumn City feels like somebody mashed High School DxD, a chuuni light novel, and a Pornhub playlist in Koikatsu, forgot to clean it up, then said “yeah, that’s fine”. You’re in the shoes of Hiro, a pretty typical magic student type, caught between demon hunting, bureaucratic bullshit from “The Organization”, and two heroines who absolutely refuse to keep their sexual tension at a normal level. The game pretends to be about terrorism and supernatural crime, but then you’re five minutes in and suddenly you’re watching Kana, the tsundere mage, yelling at you for being a pervert while her hand is already on your dick. It’s that kind of tone all the time. The structure is a Renpy VN, but it keeps throwing you into these little combat scenes where you’re chasing demons across some farm world like a horny Dante who got lost on the way to Devil May Cry and walked into a doujin instead. The first world, the Wilde Ivy farm, has no right being as horny as it is for a place with cows and hay bales.

What really sells it is the combination of 3DCG Koikatsu style and voice acting. Kana’s voice is pure poison in the best way: she does the whole “I don’t like you, idiot” routine while moaning her lungs out in an ahegao during a blowjob scene, and it just screams light novel parody. One of my favorite moments: you just finished a sloppy titfuck with her in a barn, she’s panting, your cum all over her chest, and she still tries to scold you about “professional behavior as an agent”. Then the game swings hard into NTR land and suddenly those same tits are bouncing on some demon’s cock because you took the “wrong” path. The cheating / netorare stuff is not subtle at all. There’s a scene where you get literally knocked out in combat, wake up in some fantasy side-area, open the Extras Gallery later and realize there’s a whole anal and group sex chain you didn’t see where Angie and Kana are getting used while you’re gone. The game basically grins at you and goes, “yeah, that happened while you were being useless”. It gives you a “vanilla / NTR scenario” choice, but the line is blurry: even the so-called vanilla path still teases you with the idea that these girls could get stolen if you slip. Some people will hate that, some will… let’s say, need a new keyboard. The oral scenes are everywhere: handjob with whispered dirty talk in one world-jump transition, deepthroat blowjob as a “reward” after a successful combat encounter, Kana masturbating while spying on you, Angie stuck in an older, more “milf-coded” role that really pops during a threesome where she instructs Kana how to ride you properly. Group sex scenes suddenly escalate into full-on multiple penetration with demons while you watch, and the game doesn’t shy away from showing your character getting hard from that. The weirdest part is how it will jump from “serious” talk about protecting Autumn City and fighting terrorists to a goofy ahegao close-up during vaginal and anal combo play, like the scriptwriter got distracted by Pornhub tabs halfway. I kept thinking of “The Monk” by Lewis, all that religious guilt and temptation stuff, except here the confession booth is a haystack and the punishment is another blowjob. The combat and adventure parts are there mostly to justify why you keep jumping into new worlds full of excuses for sex, but sometimes they actually land a cool line or magic effect and you forget for a second this is mainly about watching your waifu get fucked in every possible way, with or without you. Then the next scene loads, Kana is drooling around a cock again, and the illusion politely dies.

Thomas is that kind of guy every Overwatch nerd pretended to be back when D.Va voice lines were stuck in our heads all day. Except here he actually did it. He is in the team, he sleeps in her bed, he knows exactly how loud she moans when you pull her pigtails and shove her face into the mattress. On paper the relationship looks perfect: famous Korean mecha princess, loyal boyfriend, fans screaming her name on Twitch while she rides his cock after a match like it is just another ranked game. But there is this tiny itch under his skin, like when Battle.net lags right when you ult. Everything is good, nothing is wrong, and yet he wants more. Dirtier. Meaner. Less “idol” and more “cum toy with cute cheeks”.

Then that weird mail shows up, like spam you should ignore but you click it anyway because horniness beats common sense every single time. It is not some big magic ritual or epic prophecy nonsense, it is more like someone slid a cheat menu into his life. One by one, the little options open up. Lower her shame. Boost her arousal in public. Crank up obedience when you whisper in her ear. And you just watch this bright, cocky pro gamer girl, who talks trash in voice chat and winks at cameras, slowly start blushing when you tell her to go out without panties under that tiny skirt. At first she protests, acts all “babo, we can’t, the fans!” and then she is sitting on your lap in the parked car, skirt hiked up, drooling around your dick while people walk right past the tinted window. That moment when she looks up with full ahegao eyes, lipstick smeared, and you realize she is way more into humiliation than she wants to admit, hits harder than any highlight reel.

The fun part is how it mixes the silly parody vibe with really rough stuff. One scene she is doing her cutesy “Nerf this!” type voice while riding a vibrating toy you control from your phone, pretending it is just “training gear” for long matches. The next night you have her tied up in some basement that looks way too close to a practice room, wrists burning against ropes, ass already red from spanking, and you are forcing her to count every slap in broken English while she tries not to scream your name. She cheats on you and it is still your win, because you ordered it. You push her into these messed up “swinging” setups where her so‑called allies get a taste of her, but she is trained so well that she only cums when you tell her she is allowed. The anal scenes hit weird too; the first time she is so proud and cocky, saying she can “tank anything”, then three thrusts later she is babbling like a drunk support player, clutching at you, mascara running, begging you not to film it while you obviously already did. Some bits are slow, like a ranked queue on a dead server, and sometimes the jokes miss, but then there is that one moment where she walks out on stage, still wet from the sex toy hidden inside her, winking at the crowd while you raise the vibration level on your phone, and suddenly all the little rough edges of the game feel on purpose.

Zombie porn and base micromanagement are apparently my new comfort food, because I opened this thing “just to check it” and suddenly my coffee was cold and everyone in my camp either wanted to fuck me, punch me, or both. You run this little search & rescue squad called the Angels, which sounds holy, but it’s basically a harem wrapped in barbed wire. One second you juggle ammo counts and scavenging routes, next second you’re deciding if the shy medic gets praise for patching you up or a collar for talking back. And the game really pushes that choice. Every time you click through events you’re stuck between “earn her trust, be the good guy” and “nah, break her in”. It’s not subtle. You watch their stats crawl up, corruption and obedience sneaking higher, and then suddenly a girl who refused to kiss you on day one is choking on your cock in the war room and thanking you for the honor. Or crying a bit while doing it, depending how much of an asshole you decided to be that run.

What I liked is how sex scenes feel like a payoff for how you play, not just random gallery junk. You walk in on one of the Angels masturbating in the shower after a brutal mission you sent her on, still shaking from adrenaline, and your choices in earlier dialogues decide if she slams the door in your face, invites you in and rides you until her legs give out, or ends up on her knees giving this messy, desperate blowjob because she “needs to feel alive”. Another time I had the tough-as-nails sniper, the one who never smiles, get caught sneaking into my room at night. I’d been pushing her obedience hard, going full controlling asshole. Instead of a shy confession scene, it turned into her standing at parade rest, naked, collar on, asking permission to present her tits. Next click and she’s on the table, legs spread, me breeding her raw while she stares straight ahead, trying to pretend she’s not moaning every time I push in. Then later, out on a scavenging run, she’s casually gunning down zombies with dried cum still streaked on her thigh like it’s just part of her gear, and nobody comments on it. Little things like that made me grin like an idiot. And yeah, some dialogue is clunky, some “hard choices” are actually just “do you want her to worship your cock now or ten minutes later”, and combat sometimes feels like an afterthought that exists mostly so you can justify why every woman in the camp is exhausted, sweaty, and ready to be used. But whatever. I still ended up scheduling night missions just to get my favorite Angel back in time for a chained-up titfuck in the command tent, with groaning zombies outside the fence while she begs me to fill her pussy again because “there might not be a tomorrow”.

It starts quiet, like one of those evenings when you swear you’re just checking something small before bed. I thought it was gonna be a quick “help Melory with homework” kind of clicker thing, but nah - this thing gets under your skin fast. The tension builds and then tilts sideways; suddenly you’re the guy making dumb choices while a soft-spoken girl grins like she knows exactly what you’ll do next. It doesn’t feel scripted half the time, more like an awkward memory you’re re-living. The way her voice dips right before teasing a boundary - that’s what caught me. You don’t even realize how deep the game wants to push until every tiny decision spirals into something filthier, or sweeter, depending on your mood.

The strangest part? I actually cared about the damn story for a second. There’s this older woman - Melory’s mom maybe, can’t remember - and she pulls off that fake calm thing way too well. One minute you’re blushing through a foot scene, next she’s lecturing you like some goddess who read your search history. And yeah, it’s heavy on the domination bits, anal teases, stuff that’d make your phone pause mid-loadscreen, but somehow none of it feels cheap. Even the sleep scenes - they make you uncomfortable in that weird way where you still click *next* without thinking. The ASMR moments are hit or miss, honestly; sometimes sexy as hell, other times they just sound like the mic brushing against a pillow, but whatever, it fits the messy, intimate rhythm of the game.

I hate that bottle mini-game though. It’s supposed to be random, but I swear it always lands on the person I didn’t want stripped that round. Maybe that’s the point? It messes with you, keeps that frustration humming right between curiosity and guilt. By the time things twist into those cross-path routes - with trans, maid, interracial, even golden shower endings - you kinda stop worrying about which kink is next and just ride the chaos. The mix of control and shame here works almost too well. Makes you breathe slower. Or hold it. Hard to tell which.

Uni feels like someone took every messy fantasy I never admit on Tinder chats, threw it into a city, then told a slightly confused girl to just deal with it. You’re in her shoes, this “good” student in a school uniform that is way too tight to be realistic, stuck in a city where everyone wants something from her. Teachers stare too long, classmates test her limits, random creeps on the train “accidentally” brush her ass and you get that little menu in your head: ignore, flirt, let it go further, turn it into blackmail material. It’s like playing your own corruption arc, where sometimes you mean to keep her pure and then you click the wrong thing on your phone half asleep and suddenly she is on a slutty path, doing handjobs for “pocket money” behind a bar and pretending she is fine with it.

What I liked is how normal it starts. Wake up, check the phone, go to school, get harassed in the hallway because of course some guy corners her near the lockers, and you have that moment of “push him away” or “let him grope a little to get info.” Then later that same girl is on the same hallway, boobs practically falling out after you chose a more daring outfit, and other girls are eyeing her like they want to own her. The female domination stuff hits harder than I thought. There is this scene where a more mature girl basically toys with her in the bathroom, fingering her until she is shaking, then just leaves her there dripping and late for class, and you can’t tell if she hates it or if her body is just betraying her. And then later the same MC goes and uses her feet on some loser she met through that trashy dating app in-game, like she learned it from somewhere. On my phone, by the way, on the bus, pretending I read emails while she gives a sloppy blowjob in a dark alley to avoid paying for something. I’m there like, yeah, same, I also sell my dignity for discounts, just not with my mouth.

There is a kind of cruel humor in how the game treats “virgin” status. You try to keep her untouched, play her like a serious student, picking the safe jobs, staying away from the bar shifts, and then the voyeur events just keep showing up. Some dude records her stripping for a dare, another route has a teacher taking pictures under the desk, and you know these will be used for blackmail later. You kind of feel it in your stomach when she is forced to do group stuff just to keep things quiet. One of my runs turned into full prostitution without me actually going “ok, now she is a hooker,” it was just a bunch of small “fine, just this once” choices. Late shift at a sleazy club, some guy grabs her tits, she doesn’t complain because she needs the money, then the manager offers extra cash if she goes to the backroom and “takes care” of a client with her mouth. Then you’re juggling schedule like some sick management sim: school in the morning, part time work, then at night she’s on a couch with two older women and one dude, tongue between thighs while someone is filming on their phone, and her thoughts are all confused. Sometimes she likes being watched, sometimes she panics. The NTR flavor sneaks in too, with her dating some poor shy guy, then cheating on him in a toilet stall at a party, moaning louder because people in the line can hear. Or she ends up being used by his friend while he is in the next room. I kept thinking “why am I doing this to her” while still pushing the more extreme buttons. The whole thing feels dirty in a way that sticks, like closing Pornhub and your screen reflection looks back at you and you go “ok, I’m the problem.” Except here the city is the problem. Or the girl is. Or it’s just me tapping the wrong choice on purpose. Hard to say.

Sophia Parker looks like the kind of woman who should be drinking wine in the kitchen and talking about PTA meetings, but the game is basically about how fast that image breaks once she hits San Alejo. You start as this middle-aged wife and mom who keeps telling herself she’s “happily married”, while the city around her is hot, sticky, and full of people who stare at her tits like they’re a public monument. Her new life feels way too big for her, big house, big backyard, big everything, and the story kind of pokes her from all sides until she stops pretending she doesn’t like being watched. What sells it is that you don’t just click through scenes, you pick how she reacts when someone’s eyes linger too long on her ass, or when the neighbor just “accidentally” sees her sunbathing. One moment she’s scolding someone for looking, next moment you’re choosing whether she keeps her bikini top on while she leans forward a little too much. It’s less about stats, more about how far you’re willing to push her, and how much she lies to herself while doing it.

The game gets really spicy around Ellie and Logan though. There’s this branch where Ellie forgives Logan, but only if you’ve basically turned Sophia into her secret lesbian safety net first. Those earlier scenes with Sophia and Ellie matter a lot more than they look at first. You’re not just clicking “kiss” or “no,” you’re building this slow burn where Sophia goes from awkward “I’m your mom’s friend” hugs to sitting too close, to that first time she lets Ellie’s hand stay on her thigh a few seconds too long. When you finally hit the event where Ellie has taken Logan back, the tension is brutal in a good way. She’s technically “his girl” again, but she’s still sneaking these hungry, guilty looks at Sophia when they’re alone, and you feel it. There’s this one scene where they’re in the backyard at night, the house lights on behind them, and you can choose whether Sophia pretends not to notice Ellie’s nipples poking through her top, or just stares and lets it happen. I picked the second one, obviously, and it turns into this messy, wet makeout with Ellie grinding on Sophia’s leg like she hasn’t touched herself in weeks, while the game keeps reminding you Logan is literally inside the house. That mix of cheating, voyeur vibe, and “I shouldn’t be doing this but I really want to taste her again” is pretty much the core of the whole thing. It likes to put Sophia in spots where someone could walk in at any moment, or where a window is just a little too open, and then let you decide if she plays it safe or spreads her legs a bit wider and hopes no one is looking. She’s got big tits, a thick ass, and the camera knows it, especially when she’s on her knees, mouth shiny, pretending she’s still the good wife while her tongue is all over another girl. You can call it romance, sure, except every time you try to convince yourself it’s “about feelings,” the game drops another scene of Sophia masturbating alone after, fingering herself hard because the memory of Ellie’s tongue or some forbidden glance has her soaked, and she can’t blame the city for that.

Natsuki really should stop going on vacation. Every time this woman leaves her house, someone ends up buried deep inside her who is not her husband, and honestly, I respect the commitment to bad choices. This time it is supposed to be a fancy hotel date with Yoshihiko, grown up, classy, proper married couple stuff. Champagne, soft music, the kind of evening you post to Instagram with some fake quote about everlasting love, you know? Then they get shuffled into sharing a table with Tatsuki, this rich old gentleman with that polite smile that screams "I have ruined plenty of marriages and slept just fine after." The story just quietly slides from warm romance into that queasy, horny territory where you already know everything is about to go wrong, you just do not know how fast. Half the erotic tension is in the way the game makes you sit through all the little social details: knees brushing under the table, wine being poured a little too slowly, his hand resting a bit too near her thigh. It is not subtle, but in that good trashy drama way. Like watching a cheating wife JAV you know is scripted, but still yelling at the screen, "Girl, you are not coming back from this."

The game hits that sweet, nasty spot where you are not just watching Natsuki get corrupted, you are basically helping gravity pull her panties down. She sits there in her pretty wife uniform, acting polite, blushing when Tatsuki leans in too close, pretending to be shocked when his hand creeps up her leg under the tablecloth. And you get stuck in this loop of small choices, not big cinematic ones. Let her pull away, or let her freeze for a second longer. Let her pretend she did not notice his fingers brushing her inner thigh. Let her excuse herself to the bathroom, where of course the "gentleman" just happens to follow and pin her softly to the wall, whispering about how she tasted that summer, like he is remembering a favorite dessert instead of someone else’s wife. It is cruel in that slow way, where her wedding ring is always right there in the frame while she is getting her mouth stuffed or her legs pushed apart. She gives these little protests, especially at first, all "we cannot, I am married now, I love Yoshi" while her body is already grinding on his cock, her breasts bouncing out of her dress, nipples slipping free. There is one scene at the hotel room door that almost broke me: she tries to go back to her faithful husband, eyes wet, then turns around and walks back down the hall to Tatsuki’s room instead, like her feet just betrayed her. No big speech, no huge drama, just a quiet, horny surrender. Next shot, she is on all fours on his bed, ass up, wedding ring shining while he pumps her full and she moans his name instead of "husband." It is mean. It is hot. It is that kind of story where the second time she cheats feels worse and better at the same time, and you sit there, lonely, clicking through it all on your phone and wondering why fictional people get more intense sex than you ever did.

A husband, a stupid fight, and that sick feeling in your gut when you suddenly notice how short your own shadow looks next to another guy’s. That is basically where this story sits, grinning at you. You follow this poor bastard of a husband who starts the evening thinking he is “the man of the house” and ends up wondering if his wife is getting her pussy filled by somebody taller, thicker, and a lot more confident. The game plays like a teasing lecture about NTR, but not in a cold way. It is like a drunk friend whispering in your ear, “You see that guy talking to your wife? Yeah, that is how it starts.” The visuals sell that uneasy vibe: soft, slow camera-like cuts, those slightly too-long pauses on her lips when she smiles at someone else, her shirt clinging in all the right places, and his eyes squinting like he is trying not to imagine her on her knees, drool on another man’s shaft. The pace is not rushed, it pokes you. You get moments where almost nothing “big” happens, just small looks, off-hand comments, her phone lighting up with a message while she is in the shower and you are left staring at the screen, imagining every filthy word she might be reading.

There is a strong “PSA from hell” vibe, yeah, like some horny officer in a police comedy explaining step by step how your wife goes from “I would never cheat” to getting her ass slapped by a stranger in some cheap hotel on vacation. The husband is technically the male protagonist, but it never really feels like you are in control. You are more like a ghost stuck in his skull, dragged through his jealousy, his twisted fantasies, his humiliation. One scene that hit hard: he is sitting on the bed, replaying his argument with his wife, and his brain starts playing its own porn parody. Suddenly she is there in his mind, bent over the kitchen counter, big tits pressed on the cold surface, some smug bastard gripping her hips while she moans his name instead. The sounds get louder than his own thoughts. Little sticky lip noises, wet slaps, her breathy “harder” that he is not sure she ever said to him in real life. The game leans into that: you never know where reality stops and his corrupted imagination starts. Sometimes you see Sara in normal everyday clothes, then next transition she is in a tight uniform, unbuttoned just enough, or a cheap lingerie set that looks like it was bought for someone else’s eyes. You get flashes of oral, her cheeks hollowed around a thick cock, but it cuts away too soon, almost mocking you. And in the middle of all this, the tone suddenly slides into this weird humor, like a wink to those who know Konosuba jokes and tentacle memes, like the narrator is some half-drunk wiz giving you “NTR survival tips” while the real lesson is just: if you feel it happening, it probably started a long time ago, back when you ignored how she smiled at her “friend” a little too much. The game never holds your hand. It kind of laughs while you squirm.