Extra Inches feels like somebody mashed a horny dating sim with a shitpost and then accidentally made it work. You start as this pretty regular guy, nothing special, and then suddenly you’re surrounded by people who are absolutely not regular at all. Girls with huge tits who lean way too close when they talk, hot traps who look better in panties than half of the female cast, a smug futa with a dick that makes you feel weird things about your life choices. The game never pretends to be classy. It just pushes you face first into all the “what if I tried this” fantasies you probably won’t admit out loud. One moment you’re chatting about school or work, next moment you’re on your knees with a cock in your mouth and you’re not even sure how the conversation got there, but somehow it feels right.

What I liked is how the scenes actually build, even when the art is simple. There’s this one route where you think you’re just flirting with a stacked girl, she’s got this tight top that can’t handle her chest, and you figure ok, this is basic fanservice. Then she pulls you aside, straddles your lap, starts giving you this lazy handjob while teasing your “cute little straight-boy act”, and you realize she’s not exactly what she looked like. The game doesn’t stop and shout “surprise, futanari” at you, it just lets your brain catch up while your cock is already committed. Same with the trap character: first meeting is playful, almost innocent, then later he’s on your bed, ass up, asking if you’re actually going to put that thing to use or keep pretending you’re just curious. And yes, there is anal, and yes, it leans into that “I shouldn’t like this as much as I do” feeling. I do wish the text box wouldn’t jump right when the best lines appear, it messed with my flow, but they probably won’t fix it and weirdly that fits the whole dirty, half-polished vibe this game has. The oral scenes are all over the place too: sometimes slow and sloppy, sometimes straight up porn-speed, no warning, just spit and gagging and you trying to click fast enough to see every frame. Character logic is a bit fucked, but in a fun way. One guy calls himself straight while he’s balls deep in a big ass that very clearly belongs to not-a-girl, and nobody comments. I kind of love that. It feels like a world where labels matter less than what you’re doing with your hands and mouth right now. And extra inches matter a lot.

It still pretends to be a dating sim on the surface, with choices and different paths, but the game knows why you’re here. You pick this answer or that one, and the end result is usually someone’s face near someone’s crotch. Sometimes the girls take control, sometimes the trap is topping you, sometimes you’re pounding a futa until her tits bounce off her chest and you forget which route you picked in the first place. The male protagonist is basically a vessel for whatever your brain wants that day. Gay, straight, bi, confused, whatever, the game doesn’t sit you down for a talk about it. It just keeps throwing scenes where you’re switching from eating pussy to sucking dick to pushing into a tight ass that clenches too hard on the first thrust. There’s a rough charm to it, like one of those messy but hot Twitter threads that goes way too far, except here you can replay it and try a different answer to see who ends up jerking you off in the park instead of at home. It’s crude, shameless, kind of dumb in places, and still weirdly honest about how horny people actually are when nobody’s watching.

New town, new job, new giant horny mess. The whole thing starts with you dragging your tired ass into this weirdly serious pharma company, Palmer-Pharma, while every single woman around you looks like she escaped from a “thick and dangerous” catalog. The boss wants to see you on Sunday, which already screams “this is not about paperwork, honey,” your phone is gone, you barely know where you sleep tonight, and then you meet your landlady with hips that could cause traffic accidents. Game’s like: welcome, you are stressed, lost, and also surrounded by big tits and asses that do not believe in subtlety. Real HR problem, but in a fun way.

Once you start moving around town, it turns into this slow, horny tour of every curvy grown woman in a ten-mile radius. None of that barely-legal nonsense, these are women who pay bills, remember your schedule, and still somehow have time to pin you to the sofa and jerk you off while complaining about their ex. One moment you’re talking about lab procedures with the assistant who pretends to be all serious, glasses and clipboard, and next thing, she’s teasing you with that “oh, is that for me?” look, brushing her hand over your bulge and pretending it’s an accident. The receptionist? She switches from snarky gatekeeper to “I locked the door, now sit on this chair and don’t talk” while she kneels between your legs and takes her sweet time with her mouth. And she does that thing where she stops right before you cum, smiles, then goes back like she’s tasting wine. That detail annoyed me in the best way and I swear I’m still mad about it. I’m also still thinking about that barmaid, the one who hands you a drink, leans over the counter with her huge boobs almost falling out, and spends five minutes just playing with your self-control. Like, she’ll casually press her soft belly against you on the way past, whisper something filthy in your ear, then pretend she said nothing. The scenes go from handjobs on sagging couches, lazy morning oral with messy hair and no makeup, to hard, slow vaginal sex where the camera really loves the jiggle, the folds, the way big asses move when you’re deep inside. It’s not shy about any of it. There are choices everywhere, which you will totally forget about because your brain has turned into “which thick woman do I fuck today” mode, but those choices actually branch out into different scenes and endings, so your horny indecision has consequences. Also, I keep thinking about that one tiny animation where the landlady adjusts her top after you finish on her chest, like she gives this little “ugh, men” smile, wipes it with a tissue, and I spent far too long replaying that instead of doing literally anything useful. Anyway. The whole thing feels like you got dropped into a town where every chubby, soft, mature woman secretly wants to either mother you a bit, or ride you until you forget your name, sometimes both in the same scene, and yes, it’s a mess, but it’s my kind of mess.

You wake up on this flying steel hotel called HMS Yuritopia, officially as “new fighter pilot”, unofficially as “dude dropped into a horny anime base”. The whole thing has this weird mood where half your brain is going “ok, we have mission briefings and air combat to worry about” and the other half is looking at the Seraph Squadron girls in their tight uniforms and thinking about literally anything except safety protocols. It starts pretty tame, just chatter in the hangar, some teasing, a bit of MC awkwardness, you picking dialogue options and trying not to sound like a complete idiot. Then very quietly the game puts your dick on a rails and goes, yeah, this is about sex, romance, and also jets, try to keep up.

What I like is how it doesn’t shove you straight into porn from line one. You flirt, you pick sides, you piss someone off by choosing the “cool” answer that actually lands as cringe, and the game remembers it. One scene you’re in the cockpit, comms crackling, adrenaline going nuts while you chase bogeys over some nameless ocean, and then later you’re in the locker room with one of the girls, the air still buzzing from the mission, her boots half unlaced, her flight suit hanging loose from her waist. She lifts her foot onto the bench, starts smirking down at you, and suddenly you’re on your knees, cheek pressed to her thigh, tasting sweat and soap while she rubs her toes along your lips like she owns your mouth. She doesn’t even need to say “good dog”, you feel it. The game loves that kind of power imbalance, like constant little reminders that yeah, you’re the pilot, but they’re the real aces here, especially when it comes to your body.

At some point you end up in this semi-private observation deck, glass all around, stars and clouds outside, and one of them decides to use you as her stress relief. She sits on your face while the ship hums around you, legs clamped tight, voice dripping trash talk. She calls you pathetic in one line and then fingers your hair in the next, sighs like she’s actually proud you know how to use your tongue. You can feel her heels against your back, pressing, like she’s pinning you there so you don’t even think about breathing before she’s finished. Later, another route, you’re in her cabin, lights low, she makes you sit on the floor between her knees while she lazily strokes you with one hand and pats your head with the other, talking in that soft pilot briefing tone about how “a good subordinate obeys every order”. The handjob is slow and almost painfully controlled, she stops right before you cum just to tilt your chin up with her toes and ask if you deserve it. That’s the kind of mean that sticks in your brain. And then somewhere else, way less dramatic, you’re just in the mess hall, talking shit about loadouts and missions, and two girls are basically flirting with each other over your plate like you’re just background furniture, brushing each other’s fingers, trading little looks, and it’s somehow hotter than the obvious blowjob scene that comes later in the corridors when one of them drags you behind a bulkhead, drops to her knees, and uses you to wipe that smug smile off your face, except it doesn’t work because now you’re the one whimpering against the wall, trying not to make noise while she dribbles spit down your shaft and laughs quietly every time your hips jerk. The whole thing feels like romantic drama and horny barracks gossip got locked together in a cabin, and you’re the idiot who knocked on the door at the worst possible moment.

Corrupt My Harem feels like watching a horny ethics lecture get slowly possessed by a demon and then deciding, ok fine, maybe consent is a bit… bendy tonight. You play this pretty standard anime boy who suddenly has access to dark magic that can poke around in people’s feelings, twist their shame, blow up their desire, and basically push them toward you. Not with subtle romance, more like “what if I slide a little corruption into that nice girl’s heart and see how fast she starts imagining choking and public sex.” That kind of vibe. The story pretends to ask things like “is this wrong?” but in practice it mostly asks “how far can we push this girl until she breaks in a hot way?” and then you click the darker option and, surprise, it actually goes there. As a gender studies person I should say “this is morally troubling” and yeah, it absolutely is, but also I still clicked the nasty choices first every time and then sat there staring at the screen like: alright, I’m the problem.

The fun part isn’t really the demon itself, it’s how the women slide down that corrupted slope. Early scenes are pretty soft: slightly naughty flirting, underwear shots, some teasing about being “too innocent.” You prod their emotions a bit, make them feel safe, or jealous, or curious, and then the script starts turning that into kinks. There is a really sharp moment where one girl is obviously uncomfortable, but you use the power to tweak her guilt into arousal and suddenly she is moaning while calling herself a slut and begging you not to stop. It’s fucked up, and the game knows it’s fucked up, but it does not pump the brakes. The harem angle is shameless: you are not building equal partners, you are stacking pretty toys around you and rewiring them until they feel lucky to be used. Sometimes it pretends to be a romance, with lines about “belonging to each other,” then five clicks later she is kneeling, crying from pleasure, thanking you for ruining her. That jump is wild, and kind of the whole point. I wish one route actually let a girl resist properly and stay resistant, but of course that would kill the fantasy, so it never really happens. The closest you get is temporary pushback before they melt into your hand again. Literally and metaphorically.

From a gender theory angle it is like a crash course in how power and desire tangle, just with a lot more cum. You’re not seducing, you’re hacking the emotional OS. The text leans hard on ideas like “she always wanted this deep down,” which is basically the classic porn excuse for non-consensual vibes, and it made me roll my eyes, then keep reading, then masturbate, then open Twitter and complain about patriarchy. I like how the corruption is emotional first and sexual second: jealousy, insecurity, need for approval, all inflated until they shift into exhibitionism, submission, even enjoying being shared. There is a scene where you dial up a girl’s fear of being abandoned so much that she offers her body to keep you, and the writing lingers on her shaking hands and wet thighs in a way that is almost cruel. It never really gives women a political voice, but it does give them a lot of sexual voice: they talk dirty, confess their fantasies, beg for more, describe what they feel in their bodies. It is still your fantasy, not theirs, but at least it lets them be loud and messy, not just silent dolls. I kind of hate how much that works on me. Also, tiny note that annoyed me: breasts get way more narrative attention than any other body part, to the point that one intense corruption scene almost gets derailed because the text can’t stop talking about nipples. I was like, yes, I get it, they’re hard, can we go back to her mind collapsing, please. Anyway, if you’re looking for soft, balanced, mutual romance, this is the wrong address. If you want to see “harem” turned into a laboratory for controlling desire, with demons as your research grant, it hits that fantasy embarrassingly well.