Everyone at this college looks normal on Instagram, but the place feels like Silent Hill decided to fuck a telenovela. You start as Lana, this “good girl” honor student who smiles too much and clearly has no idea what kind of meat grinder she is walking into. On the surface it is all lectures, clubs, cute study spots, and teachers trying to look cool with their little glasses. Underneath that, it is blackmail, corruption and people trading bodies for favors in hallways that finally make sense when you notice the security cameras tilt a little too slow. The game lets you feel her first slip. One moment she is just staying late in the library, next moment you are forced to watch through a cracked door while a classmate gives a blowjob to a teacher to raise her grade. The camera angle sits right on the spit shining on his dick, and Lana is stuck clutching the wall, thighs pressed together, horrified and turned on at same time. I kinda hated how much I liked that scene.

It is not only “watch and gasp” though. Bit by bit the game pushes Lana from voyeur to toy. A former cop runs half the campus from the shadows, turning students into little sex workers who pretend they are just helping with “private tutoring”. When he corners Lana, he does not start with full-on ***. He makes her do small things that feel forgivable. First time, he orders her to strip in an empty classroom for “security search”. Bra off, panties to the ankles, his gloved hands slipping between her legs while she tries to keep her voice quiet because there is an actual lecture going on in the next room. You get dialogue choices, but either way he has her on the desk, spanking her ass until it goes red and wet at the same time. Later, he has her giving handjobs in the back of his car to some big black gangster while he records everything on his phone. Lana cries, but she still swallows when she is told to, and that mix of humiliation and obedience is the whole drug of the story. One run I tried to keep her “pure” and it still ended with her kneeling in a bathroom stall, covered in bukkake from three guys who lock the door, with her phone buzzing in her bag because another girl is asking on Telegram where she is. The game loves that contrast: cute outfits, soft faces, then sudden anal on a cold metal desk, or a lesbian scene where the “comforting” roommate turns out to be working for the kingpin and fingers Lana until she squirts, just to capture her moans as blackmail. Sometimes you switch to other characters too, a male student who plays detective and also fucks half the cast while pretending he is helping, a mysterious watcher who enjoys the voyeurism like a Twitch mod with way too much power. Sex toys appear out of nowhere in a “psychology experiment”, a teacher uses a ruler to spread Lana’s pussy lips during “body language class”, and one of the nastiest scenes for me was in the girls’ bathroom where she is forced to pee on the floor in front of two bullies, then lick a boot clean while one of them grinds her big tits and calls her slave. The game acts like it is a mystery, and yeah, there is some plot with criminal networks, missing students and weird horror vibes in the dark corridors, but honestly the real investigation is just: how far will Lana fall, and how many creampies, gangbangs and humiliations does it take until she cannot even remember what she wanted in the first place.

You are a detective from a small provincial town. Five years ago, your sister Norika disappeared without a trace. The memories of her and your relationship with her still haunt you, but you've lost all hope of finding her. However, the death of your brother and some unexpected news push you to pull yourself together once more. Immerse yourself in a captivating story, investigate the case, and find your sister.
Along the way, every choice you make will have consequences, shaping the storyline and determining the ending. A plethora of charming ladies and captivating H-scenes will keep you entertained.​

Grass looks all cute and short, sun shining, neighbor waving with her tits barely contained in that tight top, and underneath all that somebody’s hiding the kind of shit you only see in those “I swear it’s not porn, it’s a thriller” tags on Pornhub. That’s the whole vibe here. You’re this guy who shows up in a quiet suburb with your younger brother, and everyone’s all smiles, cookies, and “if you need anything, just knock,” which of course means “I’m lonely and my husband’s either cheating, missing, or a criminal, please rearrange my insides on the kitchen counter.” The game throws you right into this weird mix of horny neighbor drama and low-key investigation stuff. One second you’re chatting about lawn care, next second you’re watching a milf with a ridiculous ass bend over way too slow to pick up something she obviously dropped on purpose, and then she slips a weird little comment about “what happened last summer” that makes you go, okay, that’s not just flirting, that’s a lead.

It plays like one of those sandbox suburban fantasies where you kind of drift from house to house, poking at everybody’s secrets and also, yeah, poking them. You’re juggling actual mystery clues with stiff cocks and bad decisions. You’re checking a backyard camera to see who broke the fence and instead end up watching your busty neighbor masturbating by the pool, half moaning some other guy’s name. You can ignore it and keep looking for the intruder or just sit there zooming in on her hand sliding between her thighs, and the game is totally fine with either choice, which is kind of hilarious. There’s this thing where you’re questioning one woman about a missing package and she keeps leaning closer, brushing her big tits on your arm, then suddenly she goes quiet and asks, “You’re not a cop, right?” with this nervous eye twitch. It’s not subtle, but it works. Sex scenes are full-on: sloppy blowjobs on comfy suburban couches, lazy afternoon handjobs in parked cars, getting pinned against the wall by a “lonely” wife, pussy taking you in slow while her wedding ring glints in the sunlight, then later you realize the same woman might be involved in some shady shit with your brother. Anal pops up too, usually as the “we really shouldn’t be doing this” upgrade once things get more intense, like when a character finally snaps and lets you fuck her from behind in her husband’s office, moaning into the desk while family photos stare at you. The cool part is how it keeps twisting the mood: sometimes it’s straight up porn, sometimes you feel like you’re actually building a case, clicking through weird text messages, checking who was where and when, noticing small details during what starts as harmless teasing. Everyone in this neighborhood looks innocent enough but feels just a bit off, so every blowjob, every “accidental” shower scene, every neighborly visit can be either just horny fun or another piece of whatever dark mess is hiding under those perfect lawns.

You start as this mafia prince kind of guy, rich kid with a target painted on his back, thinking life is just booze, guns and pretty women, and then everything goes straight to hell in like two minutes. One ambush, a lot of bullets, and suddenly your powerful crime family is just red stains and broken windows. The game throws you into that chaos from inside his head, so it feels less like “I am playing a character” and more like “oh shit, that’s my dad getting executed.” It’s all from your eyes, even the sex, so every scene hits kind of personal. Not deep-artsy personal, just “yeah, I’m really here, my dick’s out, this is happening” personal.

Natalya, the bodyguard, basically steals the whole thing. She gets you out alive and then you’re stuck with her in this dry, endless desert, hunted, tired, horny, scared, and somehow still flirting in the middle of it. She’s not some shy anime waifu, she’s tall, scary, a little fucked in the head, with that soldier mindset. One moment she’s snapping a guy’s arm like a breadstick, the next she’s pinning you to a rock with her boot on your chest and asking if you’re “still a man after all that crying.” Half the scenes with her feel like foreplay even when nobody’s naked. There’s one bit where you’re hiding behind a broken car, bullets hitting the sand around you, and she just grabs your face, kisses you hard, then shoves you away and goes right back to shooting. Totally not realistic, but it made me laugh like an idiot.

It calls itself a visual novel, but it’s not only dialog boxes and “do you love her or do you love her more” kind of thing. You’ve got choices that mess with your score, some little combat-ish moments, and a bunch of paths where you can act like a loyal heir, or a petty asshole, or some horny idiot who thinks with his cock while hitmen are literally tracking you. Sometimes the pacing is like a wild house party where the music keeps changing mid-song. One moment you’re digging into who betrayed your father, interrogating some bruised thug about which rival family ordered the hit, and then boom, horny desert campfire scene where you’re half traumatized and half grinding against someone who probably killed more people than you ever met. It’s weirdly hot and also kind of messed up. There’s romance too, but “romance” here means guns on the table, bruises on your neck, and girls who tease you about being soft while they unzip your pants. At one point I forgot I was chasing the truth behind the massacre because I was too focused on getting a better “score” with one of the women, and when the game suddenly threw more soldiers at me, I actually said out loud: “bro, can I finish getting laid first?” That mood sort of sums it up.

You spawn in this fancy New York law firm that looks like LinkedIn and Pornhub had a weird baby, and somehow you bullshitted your way into a lawyer job even though you’re basically just a smooth-talking criminal with a good memory. Office is full of people who look like they charge 900 dollars per hour just to breathe near a printer. Everyone is faking something. Degrees, morals, loyalty, orgasms, all of it. Your boss is this shark attorney who feels like he sniffs bullshit for breakfast, and he knows you’re not legit, which is kinda hot and terrifying at same time. That tension rides over every scene. One second you’re talking about contracts and hostile takeovers, next second you’re pinning a coworker with a ridiculous ass against the glass wall of a conference room while half the city skyline reflects in it like some HBO show went off the rails. The game loves that vibe where you’re half one wrong move from prison, half one wrong word from getting her panties on your office floor.

The lewd stuff hits strongest when it leans into that power play thing. Like, there’s this early moment where a big-titted coworker starts quizzing you about a case, not because she cares about justice or whatever, but because she suspects you’re a fraud and wants to see you squirm. Dialogue gets tight, she pushes, you bluff, she leans over the desk so her blouse struggles for its life, and you can practically feel your character thinking with his dick and not his brain. If you play it right, it flips from interrogation to flirting to straight-up “close the door, take off your tie, I’m bored of billing hours” energy. The sex scenes go hard on body language: her ass popping out of that pencil skirt, lipstick smeared on your collar, your hand on her hips like you’re negotiating a contract with her curves instead of her client. At some point I forgot half the legal terms and just clicked whatever kept her moaning. Funny thing, though, while the erotic vibe is top tier, pacing sometimes feels like ordering from Uber Eats and getting your dessert first, then the napkin, then the actual food. One scene takes forever teasing with office banter and lingering camera angles, then suddenly plot twist, criminal past pops back in like “hey bro, remember the drug deal?” and everything gets tense again while you still got metaphorical cum brain. The mix of secret identity, high-end law office bullshit, and all these gorgeous coworkers with big asses squeezed into business attire is lowkey cracked though. You jump from serious courtroom strategy to “how hard can I fuck her on this desk without anyone hearing through the walls” in two clicks. I kept alt-tabbing between this and Discord, trying to explain why I was sweating over a fake merger agreement. Honestly, the story around lying your way up the firm ladder while trying not to get caught is almost too good for a porn game, which is funny, because sometimes the sex scenes come in so fast they chop the tension you were enjoying. But then an angle hits where her tits bounce just right in that bra that clearly violates HR policy, and suddenly yeah, whatever, bring on the next deposition with benefits.

Solace City looks clean from far away, like a postcard you buy in an airport, but when you actually walk its streets it feels sticky, like someone spilled sex and blood everywhere and never wiped it up right. You play this guy who clearly has done some serious shit before the story starts, the kind of man who knows exactly how to break a jaw and still offers his seat on the subway. He shows up in this huge corrupt city with nothing but bad memories, a smart mouth, and that “I should probably mind my own business but I won’t” attitude. The whole thing is built around a mystery that keeps mutating. You think it is just missing girls, then suddenly you are snooping around a supposedly normal campus, watching drunk students pretend everything is fine while you know some of them might be running blackmail rings, porn stings, or worse. One moment you are joking with a cute girl outside a dorm, the next you are in a warehouse watching a guy bleed on the floor because you made a choice three scenes ago that pissed off the wrong people. The game loves this shit, this mix of flirting, violence, and “oh fuck, that escalated fast.”

Most of the time you are in visual novel mode, clicking through dialogue, picking who to help, who to lie to, and when to just grab someone by the throat and shove them against a wall. There are animated scenes for the fun parts, and the sex isn’t shy. Girls strip slow when they trust you, fast when they are angry and horny and trying to prove a point. One of the best moments for me was in a shitty little student bar: you are playing a dumb arcade-style minigame on a busted machine with this girl who looks too innocent for this city, betting clothes instead of coins. She starts losing on purpose, watching you from the corner of her eye, unbuttoning her shirt piece by piece while the neon lights flicker and some asshole pukes in the bathroom. Another time you are in a luxury penthouse, holding a gun you stole two scenes earlier, with a crime boss on his knees and his girlfriend in nothing but heels behind you, still catching her breath because you absolutely railed her to get her to betray him. Choices can swing you between “romantic protector” and “cold psycho” real fast. You might spend five minutes comforting a traumatized girl, letting her cry on your shoulder, then walk outside, grab the guy who hurt her, and pulp his face against a car hood. There is romance here, but it is romance built from bruises, secrets, and morning-after sex where nobody is sure if they are safe or just addicted. Sometimes the pacing feels like a drunk party: quiet talk in the kitchen, then suddenly someone is naked on the balcony screaming at the neighbors, then back to whispering about who disappeared last semester. You chase leads, unlock scenes, play around with minigames that pop up just when you were getting used to only clicking choices, and every time you think “ok, that’s enough crazy” the game just smiles and throws another girl, another threat, another chance to fuck or destroy someone right in your lap.

RICO: Sin City feels like somebody took a GTA-style sandbox, smashed it together with a superhero cartoon marathon, then poured a whole lot of porn over the top and shook the bottle until the cap blew off. You’re this walking disaster of a criminal informant, technically “helping” the authorities, but mostly getting dragged through a city that’s completely fucked. Heroes are corrupt, villains are bored, random NPCs act like they escaped from ten different franchises at once, and everybody’s horny or violent or both. The game doesn’t really care about moral lines; it cares if you’re having fun bullying the city, jerking off in places you probably shouldn’t, and abusing whatever powers and contacts you collect. One moment I’m extorting some costumed idiot for intel, the next I’m getting head from a busty “heroine” on a rooftop while gunshots echo in the street and I’m thinking, yeah, this is probably not how justice works. The tone jumps from dumb gag to filthy sex to crime thriller and then back to meme-level stupidity in like three clicks, which somehow fits this world where nobody acts like an adult unless it’s about money or orgasms.

Sex scenes are where the game goes from “okay, this is funny” to “oh shit, my browser history is ruined forever.” There’s a lot of focus on big tits, big asses, and the kind of exaggerated bodies that look like they got patched in from a hentai subreddit. The girls move, jiggle, grind on your face, ride your dick and then pause mid-thrust to crack some dumb superhero reference that only makes sense if you grew up binging cartoons and reading fanfiction at school. Masturbation is everywhere too, not just as a side thing, but woven into the jokes and the story. Caught spying on a heroine changing in some crappy safehouse? Now your character is furiously jerking off in a dark alley like a degenerate, with the camera lingering way too long on his hand and the wet sounds. There are little animated touches when you blow a load over a costume or watch her stroke you off while pretending she’s doing “evidence handling.” It’s shameless and kinda proud of it. I had one encounter where I used superpowers to pin a criminal chick against a wall, watched her tits bounce under torn fabric, then the scene turned into this half-interrogation, half-fuck session that ended with her taunting me about snitching while still dripping my cum. That’s the vibe: nobody’s clean, everybody’s using everybody, and the game laughs at you for taking it too seriously. In between all the fucking and jerking, you’re doing petty crime errands, dumb superhero parodies, and crossing over with characters who feel “almost but not exactly” like people you’ve seen in other media, like the dev is daring some lawyer to notice. The pacing is like a drunk party: too loud in some corners, too slow in others, someone’s making out on the couch, someone’s stealing the TV, nobody knows who owns the house. And yeah, the UI pisses me off in this one little menu, but I’m still clicking back in like a raccoon digging in the same trash can every night, hoping for something filthier.

Chicago has never looked this filthy and I mean that as a compliment and also a threat. You’re not just some random thug in a hat, baby, you’re the hungry little bastard in a cheap suit trying to claw your way up while the city smells like smoke, cheap liquor, and bad decisions. One second you’re in a backroom with your dick in your hand because some animated bombshell just whispered the right thing in your ear, the next you’re choosing whether to sell someone out to the cops or shove them in the trunk. It’s very “suck a cock, shoot a snitch, light a cigarette” in that order, and the game really does not care about your moral panic. I went in for the porn, I stayed because suddenly I was like, “hold up, did I just talk my way out of a massacre and into a blowjob on a dusty office desk?”

What kills me is how it flips from horny to tense without asking permission. You’re staring at this older lady, right, she’s got that full MILF vibe, dress hugging her hips, voice smooth like old jazz on a bad speaker, and she’s talking about money, territory, respect. She’s also clearly checking you out. I picked one flirty line just for fun, expecting the usual “haha, maybe later” and instead my character is on his knees in some smoky lounge, tongue working, her hand tangled in his hair while she talks business like this is a normal Wednesday. And the camera does not shy away. Mouth, spit, lipstick a little ruined, that slow head movement, the way she uses you like a toy while deciding who gets shot tomorrow. If you’re into oral, the game understands you at a real spiritual level. It’s not just “he puts it in mouth, scene over.” They linger on it. Rhythm, control, humiliation, praise, all in one sloppy little loop. And yes, I replayed that scene with different choices. For research. Obviously.

But under all the cum and crime, there’s actually this weird feeling that your choices matter more than usual porn junk. Sometimes you go in thinking, “yeah yeah, I’ll pick the rude options, I’m the big bad gangster, rawr,” and suddenly some side character remembers that you threatened them three scenes ago and now the meeting goes sideways. Or that hot married MILF who teased you earlier? She might push you down on the sofa and ride you just because you backed her against her husband, or she might ignore you completely if you played the loyal nice guy. And it stings when she ignores you, I won’t lie, I sat there like a clown. Also, little detail that got stuck in my brain for no reason: there’s this one moment where you’re jerking off alone, tension high as hell, looking out over the city through a dirty window, and it actually feels pathetic in a good way. Like, you’re this “big” criminal, yet you’re still just a horny idiot with your hand on your cock, trying to forget that half the city wants you dead. That mix of sleaze and anxiety is kind of the whole mood. The story doesn’t always hit perfectly, some scenes feel like they fast forward just when it’s getting spicy, and the pacing is a tiny bit drunk, but honestly that also kinda fits. Gangster life. Messy, horny, badly timed, full of guilt and spit.

Monet feels like somebody took a regular city, squeezed out all the warmth, and replaced it with glass, chrome and secrets. IRYS throws you in there like you just woke up from a dream you half remember, wearing a cheap suit and an ID badge that says you belong to Deimos. You start as this regular office guy, doing spreadsheets, watching useless meetings on Zoom while pretending to listen, getting coffee that tastes like it was filtered through somebody’s sadness. On the surface it’s that boring corporate life. Then you start noticing small weird things. People know things about you that you never told them. A coworker remembers a night you “spent together” that you’re pretty damn sure never happened. Your boss praises you for a project you have no memory of, and in the same breath hints that you owe him more than just good performance. That’s when the game starts to crawl under your skin a little.

The horny part doesn’t show up like a hentai pop-up. It slips into the routine. You’re in a late-night office review, just you and this colleague with big soft tits almost falling out of her blouse, blue light from the monitor on her skin, both of you talking about quarterly targets like robots. Then there’s a line of dialogue that feels too intimate. She leans in too close. Her hand stays too long on your shoulder. One click and you push her away and keep pretending to be a good boy. Another click and you grab her wrist, pull her into your lap, and suddenly your boring Excel sheet is sharing space with her moans and the sound of your cock sliding into her on the boss’s fancy ergonomic chair. IRYS is like that a lot. It gives you these “professional” masks and waits for you to peel them off. Sex scenes are very physical, animated just enough that when you’re fucking her against the office window or bending her over a lab table, you feel every thrust. Sometimes you are gentle, slow, like she is something you want to protect from this fucked up city. Other times the corruption hits and you use her, hand on her throat, filling her raw and hard while she begs you not to stop, even when the guilt dialogue kicks in afterward and makes you question if those feelings are yours or some Deimos script injected into your brain.

What really got me was how the romance and the sci-fi mess bleed into each other. There is this one scene where you wake up in your small apartment, naked, next to a coworker you definitely did not take home. Her hair is messy, thighs still glistening, your cum leaking out of her, and she looks at you like you have been lovers for months. You check your phone and there are whole chat logs, selfies, dirty pics, little heart emojis, like a full relationship that someone speedran while you were asleep. It feels like the universe glitched and rewrote your fate. As somebody who actually believes in destiny, that hit weird. You start asking: did I really fall for her before and just forgot, or was this romance manufactured in some secret Deimos experiment so they can pull my strings better? Later, when you take her in the back of the office, pressed against a server rack humming with data, her legs wrapped around your waist while you fuck her deep and she whispers that you were “always meant for each other”, you can’t even tell if that’s sweet or just another line of code. The game loves putting you in those moments. You climax inside her during some illegal lab test, alarms faint in the background, and instead of simple post-nut clarity you get this strange dream flash of another timeline where you never joined Deimos and she never existed. IRYS keeps poking: is your dick leading you, or is the company guiding your dick so it can own your heart and your guilt at the same time. I kinda hate that it works so well. I also kinda love it. I’m confused. It fits the city.