Office is quiet, Outlook is frozen again, so I alt-tabbed into this thing and suddenly my productivity went to hell. The game throws you into this “normal” married couple setup, except nothing stays normal for more than five clicks. They start as that typical cozy pair who probably has a joint Netflix account and matching coffee mugs, and then you poke a few dialogue options and boom, you’re pushing them straight into every filthy fantasy they were pretending they didn’t have. It’s not subtle. One moment you’re having this cute banter about daily life, next moment you’re choosing if the husband encourages his wife to wear that too-tight top to meet the neighbor or tells her not to… and obviously you click the bad option, because we all know why we’re here. The humor is actually decent, not that “haha so random” cringe, more like sarcastic couple jokes, horny and a bit mean, the kind that sounds like people who have actually been together for years. Sometimes it tries too hard to be funny, but at least it’s not talking to you like you’re a dumb teenager.

What really hooked me is how the wife’s personality shifts depending on what you push her into. You can keep her more shy and romantic, or slowly twist her into this hungry exhibitionist who gets wet just from being stared at, and the change feels earned because it comes from a hundred little choices. There was one scene where the husband “jokingly” dares her to flash in a parked car, and if you keep picking the bolder answers her breathing changes, the way she talks changes, and suddenly the joke’s not a joke anymore. If you go further, you end up in situations where she is flirting way too hard with a guy who should absolutely be off-limits, while the husband watches and pretends he is still in control. He isn’t. The game loves that line between “we are doing this together” and “she is slipping away into her own new kink world.” One route I picked had her drunk on attention from some smug asshole with perfect hair, and the husband is basically half cheering it on and half dying inside. That scene was hot and uncomfortable and I hated it and then replayed it to try an even worse choice. Also, her tits are huge in the nice useless way where a single button on her blouse is technically “clothing,” and the game knows exactly how to frame that, especially when you push her into tighter outfits. The corruption hits slow then hard, like that extra beer you really shouldn’t open during a “quick” lunch break.

Not every branch is gold. There is a path that tries to be all sweet and wholesome, and yeah, it’s cute for five minutes, then you’re just sitting there waiting for someone to get their clothes off properly. Some of the more hardcore options come a bit out of nowhere too, like you pick a slightly edgier choice and suddenly you’re knee-deep in a fetish scene that probably deserved two more steps of buildup. But at the same time, that messy feeling also kinda works for this story, because sex in long relationships is rarely clean and logical anyway. One run I had the wife turning into this bold, dirty talk machine, then a few scenes later she was shy again with a different guy and it felt like the script forgot what route I was on, which annoyed me more than it should. Also I still don’t like one of the blonde side characters; she talks like a TikTok comment section and I kept clicking through her lines just to get to the next bad decision for the main couple. Still, whenever I told myself “okay, last scene, then back to Excel,” I ended up chasing one more branch just to see how far the game would let me push this poor marriage before it snaps or mutates into something even hotter and more broken.

This one feels like someone took a marriage counseling session, set it on fire, and then kept all the sex parts. You’re not playing some generic harem hero here, you’re the husband who keeps smiling while his stomach slowly knots up, watching his “perfect” wife get more and more curious about things that definitely weren’t in the church vows. The game doesn’t rush it. At first it’s just small stuff: lingering stares from guys with way too much confidence, “innocent” touches that go on one second too long, her laughing a bit too hard at some other dude’s joke. The humiliation is soft at the start, like background noise: a hand on her lower back, a “friendly” hug, the way you stand there pretending this is all fine while your brain screams. Then it escalates. Of course it does.

As an accessibility nerd, this VN made me swear at my screen more than once. Ren’Py can give pretty basic comfort tools, but here half of them feel like afterthought. Text size is okay, not great. On my Steam Deck I had to lean in to read some dialogue because the color contrast with certain backgrounds is trash. The settings are there, but it’s like the dev just dropped the default menu and went “yeah, good enough.” No simple high contrast mode, no bold option, skip settings a bit clumsy. Keyboard navigation technically works, but if you’re used to stuff like Twine projects that respect your tab key, this will annoy you. I spent like ten minutes trying to use just keyboard and finally said screw it and grabbed the mouse. On mobile Chrome, pinching to zoom is clunky with the UI frames. Also, who puts tiny tooltips on a porn game? I’m not here to squint at icons wondering what they do. On the other hand, the choice prompts are pretty clear visually, and at least the text is not super thin or weird fancy font. Very middle ground. Like they almost care about accessibility, then got horny and forgot.

Anyway, the actual meat of the story is all about NTR and corruption, and the game is not shy. If you’re one of those people who likes “soft NTR where nothing truly happens,” this is not that. The wife doesn’t just flirt; she slides into this world where monsters, “friends,” strangers, and guys who look like they walked out of a gym fetish subreddit all get their turn testing how far her halo can slip. There are big asses everywhere, and the art is honest about it. No delicate shy cheeks, more like “holy shit, that thing is a shelf” while hands grab and squeeze and spread. The monsters scenes are extra filthy because the dev really leans into the wrongness: size difference, claws on skin, that “I know I should stop but I can’t” face. Interracial stuff is front and center too, and the game really plays on that tension: the husband watching tall, hung guys claim what he thought was “his,” and he tries to cope like it’s one of those netorase fantasies where he’s in on it. Except he’s clearly not. He’s sweating, overthinking, pretending this is “for her pleasure” while the scenes are framed just enough to make you feel his fear of being replaced. Sometimes she asks him what he thinks, and the choices don’t let you magically stop the NTR. You just pick what flavor of helpless you want. It’s nasty, in the good way if your stomach likes that tight, sick, horny mix. Groping is constant: crowded tavern, carriage rides, “accidental” touches that become a full-on hand under her clothes. She resists less each time, and that slide into corruption feels believable, almost scary, like watching a friend you know slowly choose the worst option every time.

Playing it like a therapist is weirdly satisfying. You watch this dude rationalize his own cuckold fantasy into existence, then lose control of it. The UI could make that experience smoother for people with low vision or motor issues, but here we are. If you want to squeeze every filthy drop out of it, I suggest this: turn auto-forward on, slow it down a bit so you’re forced to sit with his pain, not just click through to the money shots; avoid skipping scenes, even if they feel “slow”; and when the wife starts enjoying other hands a little too much, don’t try to look away. Let the shame soak. That’s the whole point.

This Scooby-Doo parody hits different when you realize they actually made Fred watch from the corner. The gang's got this new guy who's basically speedrunning corruption routes faster than you can say "jinkies," and honestly? The outfits are what got me first - Velma's sweater gets progressively tighter each scene until it's basically painted on, while Daphne's whole wardrobe screams "I'm definitely not the innocent one anymore." But then the writing kicks in and suddenly you're watching Fred get absolutely demolished emotionally while this newcomer just... takes over everything. The animation style works surprisingly well for what they're going for, though I kept getting distracted by how Velma's glasses somehow stay perfectly positioned during the most ridiculous situations. Like, physics much?

The sandbox elements let you corrupt at your own pace, which sounds great until you realize there's actually optimal paths and you've been doing everything wrong for hours. Mystery-solving takes a backseat to mystery-creating, if you catch my drift. Daphne's scenes escalate way faster than Velma's, but that might just be because redheads are apparently easier targets in this universe. The group dynamics get wild when everyone's involved - there's this one sequence where the van is literally rocking and Fred's just standing outside looking confused. Poor guy never saw it coming. The dialogue tries too hard to be funny sometimes, throwing in "zoinks" every other sentence like we forgot what show this is parodying. But when the corruption really kicks in and the girls start suggesting their own "investigations," the writing actually gets pretty clever about subverting expectations.

What really sells it though is how they handle the trainer aspects - you're not just clicking through scenes, you're actively choosing who gets corrupted how and watching the ripple effects. The netorare elements aren't subtle at all, which honestly works better than trying to be coy about it. Fred's reactions range from oblivious to devastated, and watching that progression while Velma discovers she likes being watched is genuinely hot. Just don't expect any mystery-solving by the end.

She’s the type of woman who walks into a lecture hall and the air just changes. Not because she’s loud - she doesn’t need to be. Her voice is low, deliberate, the kind that makes you lean in without realizing. Professor Reed doesn’t smile much, but when she does it’s never for you… until you start noticing that tiny hesitation in her tone when she calls your name. The game never rushes that tension; it lets it build and twist. Every talk in her office feels like a test you weren’t told about - intellectual, but charged as hell. The longer you stay in her orbit, the more it’s clear that she’s not as cold as she wants to be. That’s when the corruption starts creeping in, slow and almost polite at first.

There’s something really addictive about how it turns academic power games into foreplay. The writing doesn’t hold your hand - one minute you’re discussing ethics and the next you’re pulling her hair as she moans your name like it’s the only thing left she believes in. It’s not just sex scenes thrown at you (though yeah, there are plenty and they’re filthy). It’s the weird emotional rhythm between dominance and tenderness that makes everything hit harder. Her reactions - when she finally lets go, when the control slips - feel earned. Even the sandbox parts, where you can experiment a bit with how far you push her or yourself, somehow make the story more intimate instead of just checklist porn. You get to decide whether she’s your lover, your toy, or something in between.

And yeah, it’s graphic as fuck: messy titjobs that turn into handjobs that end in warm creampies on her perfect skin, moments of exhibitionism where she wants to be seen but hates that she wants it, and those rare flashes of romance that mess with your head more than any blowjob could. I found myself half turned on, half curious about how far she’d fall - or maybe how far I’d drag her down. It’s dirty, but not dumb about it. Like watching someone unbutton their soul, one button too late.

Game drops you in this not-quite-our-world city where everything looks familiar until someone casually rips a guy in half and nobody blinks. You play this “hero” who is basically what happens if Superman stopped pretending to be nice and just did whatever gave him a hard-on. He’s invincible, knows it, and the story never shuts up about that, which is kind of the point. One moment you’re saving some chick from a mugger, next moment you’re shoving the mugger’s face through a wall, there’s teeth and blood everywhere, and she’s staring at you with that shocked open-mouth look that’s halfway between fear and “fuck me now”. That whole corruption vibe is strong here: women start out scared, confused, pretending they still have morals, and a few “rescues” later they’re begging to be used, cheeks smeared with cum and mascara, while bodies are still cooling in the background. The game doesn’t even pretend to be tasteful. You’ll have scenes where you punch a dude so hard his guts spray the alley, then it cuts right to the girl with an ahegao face while you rail her against the same wall, blood still dripping. Real romantic atmosphere.

Art style is funny in a good way. It looks like the dev got halfway between “serious superhero comic” and “horny shitpost” and just said screw it, we’re going with this. Big tits everywhere, like gravity is just a rumor. Faces go from normal to full ahegao with drool strings and crossed eyes the second you start fucking them harder, and some of the transitions are almost too honest. One moment she’s humiliated, crying, telling you to stop, next frame her tongue is out and she’s clenching around you while you threaten to drop her from the sky. Animated loops are short but nasty in the right way: rough anal with her nails scratching the floor, sloppy oral where she’s choking and still forced to look up at you, creampie shots where you can literally see it leaking out while she’s trying to catch her breath. There’s cheating stuff too, of course. Boyfriend shows up, tries to act like a man, you casually break his arm like it’s a breadstick, then fuck his girl in front of him while he screams. Game really likes that humiliation angle, sometimes it overdoes it to the point you just stare at the screen like “bro, chill”, but then five clicks later you’re watching another pussy-stretching close-up and magically you don’t care anymore.

Story pretends to talk about power and responsibility, but let’s be real, it’s about power and pussy. You get choices, but most of them boil down to “do you want to be an asshole” or “do you want to be a worse asshole”, and honestly that fits the setting. There’s a scene where you fly a girl to the top of a building, clothes half torn from the speed, she’s clinging to you for dear life, and instead of anything heroic, you just bend her over the edge and fuck her while she cries that she’s scared of falling. Camera zooms in on her face, tears mixing with drool, then zooms out so you see the city lights below and your hand grabbing her hair like she’s just a handle. Another moment, after a particularly nasty fight with some powered thug, there’s gore everywhere, pieces of him on the pavement, and the game just hard-cuts from his brain matter to you forcing his girlfriend on her knees in the same puddle, making her suck you off while her mascara runs into the blood. That’s the whole tone: hero logo on your chest, brutality on one side of the screen, holes getting filled on the other. It’s loud, trashy, mean, and doesn’t fake any “wholesome” bullshit. Honestly, if I could ban boring PG superhero plots from the entire genre and replace them with this messy, horny disaster, I would.

This one feels like somebody took a nature documentary, a porn comic and a weird therapy session, shook them in a dirty blender and hit “on” without thinking. You play this feral guy, mid‑20s, body built like he wrestles trees for fun, brain basically still on “wolf mode”. No phone, no TikTok, no porn history, nothing. First real human contact in his whole life and of course it has to be two thick, scared, half‑frozen girls with asses so huge they deserve their own zip code. The game doesn’t try to hide what it wants: you’re here to watch a wild animal in a human body sniff, stare and slowly learn the difference between “prey” and “I want to grab that ass and never let go”.

What actually works is how the scenes drag you from “wtf is happening” straight into horny in like two clicks. One moment he’s confused by a bra strap. Next moment he’s pulling it aside just to see what happens, like a kid with a new toy, except the toy is warm, shaking and has massive tits bouncing in his face. The 3D models go hard on curves: wide hips, soft belly, stretch marks, thighs that could crush a skull. When they animate those slow grinding shots, you feel the weight, the jiggle, the sweat. It’s not that plastic pornstar shape, more like “yeah this girl actually eats and walks”. The sister with the bigger ass steals every scene for me. There’s this moment when she’s pretending to be all tough and in control, talking down to him like he’s some dog, and then he pins her against a tree and you see her expression just crack. Pride gone. Breathing all shaky. Legs opening anyway. That shit hits.

The “visual novel” part is where your choices poke at his brain and hers at the same time. You can keep him more like a loyal beast that wants to protect his “pack”, or push him into darker, possessive territory where he treats them like captured mates he needs to train. They try to survive in those woods, but half the “survival” just becomes excuses to get more skin on screen: sharing body heat in a tiny tent, cleaning mud off her thighs at the river, letting him “help” when she twists her ankle and suddenly needs to ride his lap. Some dialog feels clunky as hell, like Google Translate had a stroke, and there are scenes where the pacing dies for no reason right when you’re fully hard, but then a new animated loop starts, her ass bouncing in low light, and your brain forgets you were annoyed. I wish they did more with his first time though, that virgin confusion could be way more intense, but whatever, the game clearly wants you to fuck the world into shape, not sit around overthinking. It’s messy, horny, sometimes awkward, sometimes weirdly hot in a raw way, like watching a beast figure out that “taming” can go both directions.

This one feels like someone turned a messy tarot spread into a porn story and forgot to clean anything up, in a good way. You start as this pretty normal guy, very “Two of Cups upright” energy, all cute couple selfies and comfy routine, and then the game just starts pulling cards that should never appear in the same reading unless the client is about to blow up their whole life. First hint is small: a flirty comment at a bar, a look that stays one second too long. Nothing wild. Then suddenly you’re staring at a Lovers reversed, Devil upright combo in human form, watching your girl enjoy attention from someone else while you pretend you’re not jealous and your dick is already answering for you. The story doesn’t really ask you if you’re ok with it. It just… slides from innocent “oh we’re just curious” to “holy shit my girlfriend is on her knees in front of another guy and I’m still here.” And the worst part is it feels believable, like when you scroll Twitter too much and start thinking “open relationship” just means extra content.

The game is kinetic, so no fake “choices” to save you. You just ride the spread the writer laid out: Fool stepping off the cliff, then Sun shining on her bare tits at a house party, then Tower when you realize she enjoys being looked at way more than you were ready for. There’s this one scene at a club where she’s wearing this tight dress, barely covering anything, and you get that combo of pride and stomach knot. She leans on some older guy, laughs in his ear, her hand slides a little too low. You’re not even touching her in that moment. You’re standing there like an extra in your own relationship. The CGs hit that exact humiliation/corruption spot. Not hardcore like some NTR nukes, but more insidious, like a slow poison. Oral in the car with someone else driving, her moaning but you’re the one looking away, pretending your chest isn’t hurting. And then vaginal scenes where you know exactly whose cum is dripping out of her and the MC is trying to act like this is “growth”. By the way, the text uses “open relationship” way too often in one stretch and it annoyed me so much I actually minimized the tab and started scrolling Reddit on my phone. Never really got over that, either. It’s such a small thing but it kept poking my brain.

What I like is how the cards in my head kept flipping every CG. One image feels like Star: she’s glowing, happy, free, tits out on a balcony with neighbors probably watching, and you think “ok, maybe this is hot, maybe I can handle it.” Next scene hits like a 7 of Swords, sneaky and shitty, where she’s texting someone and her smile is different from the one she gives you. The corruption doesn’t scream at you, it just keeps tilting the energy until cheating and swinging feel like the same word said in different tones. There’s a mouth-filling, spit-dripping blowjob shot that honestly gave me Hermit vibes, because the MC looks so alone while watching, even with three people in the room. And then, out of nowhere, you get this soft, almost tender sex scene between the two of you, like the cards reset to Temperance, and you start hoping maybe this will balance out. It doesn’t. The exhibition stuff ramps up, the netorare angle quietly tightens the rope around your neck, and before you realize it, you’re basically reading the story of your own cuck energy you swore you didn’t have. Oh, and for some reason the UI sound when you skip text feels like a cheap mobile notification from WhatsApp, it drove me crazy every single time, and the game never lets you assign a different click noise. I’m still mad about that.

You start as this poor bastard trying to get a job at Chimera Corp, and the “job interview” is basically you poking at a digital girl until she turns into exactly the kind of slutty little toy the company wants. It looks all corporate and clean at the start, like some boring HR training module, then you realize the whole thing is just an excuse to mess with a test subject’s body, brain, and personality in the most fucked up sci‑fi way possible. You don’t move a character on a map or anything, you sit in front of a fake company interface and tweak stats, pick sub-options, and watch your test girl go from regular office chick to whatever flavor of corrupted meat puppet you’re in the mood for. That could be a wide‑eyed innocent with slightly fuller lips and bigger tits who just “kind of likes” sucking cock now, or a full-on lactating breeding cow with a fat ass, ahegao face, and a contract to do double anal for company publicity material. The more you play with the sliders and categories, the more you start to feel a bit like a mad scientist who found a porn hub hidden inside Excel.

What sells it is how reactive everything feels. Tiny changes to “obedience” or “sexuality” don’t just show up as a number, they twist her whole vibe. One run you nudge her toward prostitution training and suddenly the feedback text starts describing her as eager to take on more clients, offering anal and titfucks to upsell, drooling about group sessions and bukkake “for the brand.” Pick more hardcore path and now she’s a mind‑broken BDSM pet, calling herself company property, begging to be branded and collared, talking like she lives to be spitroasted by management. Push transformation and body mods and you get big tits, big ass, different outfits, different hair, different speech patterns, sometimes a total change of identity, newly chosen name included, like she forgot she ever was a person and not a slave template. There are lots of little puzzle moments too, where you try to hit a specific combination: the right mix of obedience, skill, and depravity to unlock a certain type of ending. Some leads you to a loyal office whore who handles private “meetings” and HR blackmail, other ones spit out a gangbang-ready cum dump that the company loans to entire teams as stress relief. And yeah, budget limits mean you cannot just max everything, you gotta pick if you want her to be an anal specialist, an oral goddess, or the perfect multi‑penetration toy that passes internal QA.

The art is AI generated but it actually works for this weird corporate-sci‑fi vibe, like you are browsing some shady internal database of test subjects that were never meant to see daylight. You keep clicking and thinking “okay, that’s enough” and then you stumble on a variation where she has milk dripping from huge tits, mascara running, mouth open in a ruined ahegao while the report calmly talks about her “improved productivity in group sex environments” and suddenly you are doing another playthrough. The writing leans hard into male domination and control, but it has that slightly fucked up humor where the system describes her as a “valuable asset for customer engagement” while she is basically a programmable anal slave who loves creampies and toys rammed everywhere. There is management logic behind everything too, which is funny: the game scores you not on how “nice” you are, but how profitable your personal fuckdoll is, how many holes she can keep busy, how marketable her new look is. It is short, yeah, and sometimes a stat change gives you a result you did not expect and you sit there swearing at the monitor because she lost the perfect big ass combo you just had, but then you restart and make a slightly different monster, a little more obedient, a little more corrupted, and you kind of forget you were annoyed five minutes ago.

Lydia looks like that girl professors quote as an example when they want to guilt the whole class. Star student, polite, skirt the exact length the handbook wants, always with some heavy textbook clutched to her chest. First few scenes really sell that fake safe little routine: campus courtyard, library, neat dorm room with color-coded notes, her phone buzzing with reminders instead of horny texts. You can almost smell the stress sweat on her, and it’s not even sexual yet, just that tight feeling in the throat when you know one mistake will fuck up more than just your GPA.

Then the screw up hits. The game doesn’t treat it like some huge surprise twist, more like a slow, ugly slide. One bad choice, one bit of proof in the wrong hands, and suddenly this guy has her by the throat without touching her. That first blackmail scene in the empty classroom is weirdly quiet. No dramatic music, just her in that spotless school uniform, legs clenched, trying to stand straight while he leans way too close and explains how deep he can bury her if she doesn’t play along. There is no “are you sure” button. The novel just keeps going, and you are dragged with her.

What hits hard is how the sex starts small and mean instead of epic. A forced handjob under a desk while another girl presents at the front of the room, his dick pressed in her hand, her face a frozen mask. A “study session” that turns into him groping her tits while she tries to finish a worksheet, his fingers digging into soft flesh, thumb circling her nipple through the bra until she gasps and then he mocks her for it. Her first time is not candles and romance, it is him pushing her down on the cheap dorm bed, one knee between her thighs while she keeps whispering that this isn’t what she wants, and he reminds her of those screenshots. The camera loves her ass and tits, but it never lets you forget her eyes.

It escalates in that sick, logical way power always does. One blowjob in a locked storage room becomes sucking him off in a car parked just off campus, windows fogged while he films every second on his phone. Her “punishments” flip into “tasks.” Wear the skirt shorter. No panties this time. Sit at the front row while he messages her instructions, like “spread your legs a bit wider” and “touch yourself during the lecture.” There is this brutal little scene where he makes her unbutton her blouse in the faculty restroom, bra pushed up, her big tits spilling out while he slaps them and calls her his personal exhibition piece, snapping pics to send to his buddies. She tries to hold onto her “good girl” thing, repeating to herself that this is just to protect her scholarship, her family, her future, but the game keeps chipping away.

Group stuff comes in later, not as a surprise kink, more like a consequence. He “shares” her in some club backroom, her on her knees, mascara running while a line of guys use her mouth. One grabs her hair, another squeezes that round ass so hard she flinches, someone else spanks her and laughs when she jolts. There is this sticky, messy bukkake scene where her school uniform is ruined, shirt soaked with cum, white splatters in her hair and on her cheeks, and he tells her to walk back through campus like that under a coat, no shower, just shame sticking to her skin. Later, when he starts sending her to fuck random men for cash, it hits different. She is still a “virgin” in her head, clinging to the idea that she only lost it to him, pretending the prostitution thing is just business, not identity. The game quietly disagrees.

The humiliation is constant but not one-note. Sometimes it is physical, like spanking her ass red in a stairwell where any student could walk in. Sometimes it is smaller, like making her flirt with a teacher while his hand is crammed between her thighs, fingers teasing her pussy under the skirt, her trying to form normal sentences. There are moments where she is clearly wet and hates herself for it, breathing hard while some guy finishes inside her and pulls out, cum dripping down her thighs, and she has to pull up her panties and go back to “normal.” She slowly learns that “no” comes with a price. Say no and he leaks something. Say no and he drags someone she loves into the threat. Say yes and she gets praised like a pet. The corruption here is less about magical corruption and more about that small voice inside changing from “this is wrong” to “maybe I deserved this” without you even noticing which scene did it.

On the surface it is just another kinetic porn story about a busty schoolgirl being turned into a toy. Big tits, big ass, a uniform that spends more time on the floor than on her body, oral, anal, creampies, all the menu items. But under that, there is this itchy discomfort, especially when she starts volunteering poses before he even tells her, bending over a desk, pulling her panties aside by herself, forcing a smile while guys jerk off on her face. I liked that, and also hated it. Sometimes the game feels too honest about how control works. Sometimes it is just horny as fuck, like when two guys grab her, one shoving his cock in her mouth, the other lining up behind, and she is pinned between them, gagging and moaning, breasts bouncing while he pounds her from the back until she squeals and he spills inside her raw. Then class goes on. Library opens. Life pretends to be normal again.

You can play this on your phone browser while pretending to check Telegram or Reddit, thumb tapping through scenes, one hand under the desk. It fits that secret vibe. A dirty little story about a girl who thought she could keep her world clean. Turns out cum stains are harder to wash out than she planned.