Sam’s summer doesn’t start with explosions or some anime bullshit prophecy. It starts with him jerking off quietly in a cramped bathroom, hoping his mom doesn’t knock, while thinking about his own best friend in a way he definitely shouldn’t. That’s the vibe here. Ordinary high school, humid Asian heat, everybody sweating in their uniforms, and underneath it all everybody is horny, frustrated, and pretending to be “normal”. The game leans hard into that slow burn feeling where every stare in the hallway and every accidental touch feels like it could cross a line. One moment you’re helping Angela with homework, the next you’re watching her skirt ride up as she stretches on the bed and wondering if you should look away or look closer. You usually don’t look away.

There’s a lot of teasing and it’s not gentle. The bullies at school are assholes, they push Sam around, grope the girls when they think they can get away with it, and the game doesn’t try to moralize. Sometimes you interrupt, sometimes you don’t, and sometimes you pretend you didn’t see a hand slip under a blouse because the situation turns you on and you hate yourself for that. The nicest thing is that the characters actually feel like horny idiots instead of porn robots. Sam’s mom, Riona, walks around the apartment in these thin summer clothes that cling to her body, pretending she’s just “too hot” from the weather, and the camera knows exactly when to linger on her ass or the outline of her nipples. She acts like a normal caring mother, cooks, nags you a bit, then sits too close on the couch and you notice her breathing change when your leg touches hers. The game loves that “is this still innocent or not?” line and keeps poking it. It gets pretty fucked when the bullying brothers start eyeing her and your sister too, and the story quietly asks if you’re going to protect them or secretly want to watch things fall apart. Sometimes protecting them means watching something you can’t unsee. Sometimes not protecting them is even worse.

The sex itself ramps up from clumsy masturbation scenes to full-on sweaty summer nights. There’s that first time you manage to sneak into Angela’s room during a storm, lightning outside, her in a loose shirt with no bra, pretending she’s scared only of the thunder. You feel her thighs tense as your hand slides higher, she bites her lip, and everything feels messy and way too real. Vaginal scenes are shot very close, like you’re right there feeling every movement, and the game loves when someone might walk in at any second. The best part is also the most annoying: you get choices that look small, like peeking at Juno while she changes, or letting Riona drink a bit more wine than she should, and ten scenes later you realize those little “just this once” moments pushed everyone down a darker, more corrupt path. And then there’s that one tiny detail that stuck with me: the way Angela’s face shifts when she realizes you’re turned on by her humiliation in front of the bullies. She blushes, looks away, but her legs don’t move. It’s fucked up and hot and uncomfortable at the same time, which is exactly what this game is chasing, like a slow, sticky summer you kind of wish would never end and also kinda hope would.

Blueberry Academy feels like someone grabbed every filthy school fantasy from old fanfics, shook it around with modern pornbrain, then just went “yeah, that’s enough” and shipped it. You arrive as the new guy in this rich, creepy forest school that pretends to be elite and serious, but every hallway feels like it’s one wrong turn away from a sex dungeon. Which is fair, because a lot of it is literally sex dungeons. First time I walked into one of the “special practice rooms” and saw the hooks, benches, chains and a neat little row of plugs and vibrators lined up like they’re school supplies, I laughed out loud. It’s stupid, but in the best way. The game knows exactly what it is. You’ve got twins in uniform giving you that “oh, we’re so innocent, senpai” act, and three minutes later one of them is begging to be tied to the chair and have her skirt flipped while the other watches from the doorway, pretending to keep lookout and clearly getting off on it. The whole school is like this weird mix of formal rules and total sexual chaos. One scene you’re in a dull classroom, the next you’re fucking a girl against the window with half the dorms able to see her face pressed in the glass, and she’s moaning louder on purpose because she likes the attention.

I’m really into voices, so I was listening hard, and the audio is messy in a way I actually kind of enjoyed. Some moans are a bit too “porn actress reading lines” and then suddenly you get this low shaky breath in your ear that sounds way too real, like someone forgot the mic was still on. There was this anal scene with one of the twins in the showers where she tries to keep quiet, and the little broken whimper she lets out when you push just a bit more in? That one stayed with me way longer than anything else. Then another girl has this bratty tone while you use a vibrator on her under the desk, and her voice goes from cocky to needy so fast it almost feels like two different actresses. Maybe it is. No idea. I like that it isn’t clean. The timing on the lines sometimes doesn’t match the strokes, sometimes a gasp triggers half a second earlier, sometimes the panting loops weirdly, and instead of killing the mood it kind of fits the “secret porn project made by horny students after class” vibe. Some of the punishment scenes in the BDSM club room, with ropes digging into thighs and girls being told to hold their skirt up while you smack their ass, would honestly be perfect if they re-recorded like five lines and stopped using the same “ahh” three times in a row. But I still replayed those scenes, because when the girl starts begging to be shown off in the courtyard, collar on, you forget about the audio hiccups and just go with it. It’s trashy, messy, and sometimes awkward, and that actually makes the whole academy feel more real than half the polished porn games out there.

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.

Winter nights make horny games hit different, you know? Everything feels a bit slower, darker outside, warm screen light, like you’re hiding in your own little sin cave while everyone else is posting family photos and pretending they’re not jerking off later. Jinxed Mark fits that vibe way too well. It starts with this dude Mark whose life just got kicked in the teeth: grandma gone, future kind of fucked, nothing stable. Instead of some heroic bullshit, he kind of stumbles into this new house, this new job, this new family... and the story quietly takes its pants off while pretending it’s totally about “personal growth”. Yeah, sure. Personal growth. Between tits and trouble.

The thing that hit me first is how openly the game treats the size of Mark’s cock. Not “haha big” but absurd, problem-level big. It becomes part of the entire mood. When he’s alone in his new room and the game gives you that first long, slow animated shot of him jerking off, you can almost feel that mix of shame and “holy fuck I could ruin somebody with this”. The jerk-off animation actually loops a bit too long, like the dev was as into it as you’re supposed to be. And then you go from that to walking into the kitchen and trying to talk to this busty older woman in a thin shirt, nipples almost poking through, and you can practically see Mark trying to hide the hard-on in his pants. The story plays with that a lot: he wants to be respectful, he wants to be useful, but the camera keeps lingering on asses, panties half showing when someone leans over, a bra strap slipping when she laughs. It’s not subtle. It shouldn’t be.

There’s this scene early on where you accidentally catch one of the women masturbating in the bathroom. The door isn’t locked properly, of course, and you get this full-on animated view of her fingers working between those big thighs, her tits bouncing slightly with every little movement. She’s trying to stay quiet, biting her lip, and you can tell she’s thinking of someone, but the game doesn’t say who. That’s where the voyeur part really clicks: you’re not just some camera in the sky, you’re the guy who has to look her in the eyes at breakfast after watching her cum all over her own hand. Later, when she pretends nothing happened and casually brushes against you while reaching for a mug, her tits pressing on your arm for just half a second too long, it hits different because you’ve seen what that body does when nobody is watching. It’s a small moment, but it nails that awkward, horny tension, like both of you are carrying a secret and no one wants to be the first to say “I saw you touching yourself like a slut.”

The cheating angle kind of slides in on quiet feet. There’s a husband, or a boyfriend, or at least some guy who is supposed to be “hers”, but he’s almost like background noise. You hear about him, maybe see him in a scene or two, but the game keeps pulling the camera back to Mark and the women orbiting him. You help with little things at first: fixing something in the house, carrying boxes, late-night talks in the living room with only the TV glow. Then a hand on your thigh that “stays there by accident”, a hug that turns into a slow body press, the first time somebody lets you grope her ass while pretending it’s just a playful bump. It escalates exactly like real bad decisions do: not with big speeches, just a series of tiny horny choices. That first handjob scene in the laundry area, for example, is filthy in a really grounded way. She checks if the door is closed, you stand way too close among the clothes, and her fingers wrap around your cock like she’s trying to see if all the rumors about size are true. The animation sells it: her wrist working faster, that wet sound starting, her eyes flicking up to yours like “we really shouldn’t” but she doesn’t stop. When she finally gets on her knees and lets you cum on her face or straight onto those heavy tits before cleaning it with her fingers, it feels dirty not just because of the semen, but because you both know she belongs to someone else.

Sex here isn’t just “click and fuck”, it actually plays with the situations. There’s a scene where you’re “helping” someone try on outfits and of course it turns into full-on groping, hands sliding under a half-open blouse, fingers digging into big soft boobs while she half-heartedly pretends to push you away. Later on you get the more explicit stuff: tits bouncing in your face while you fuck her from below, her riding you and trying not to scream too loud, that messy creampie when you finally lose it and pump everything inside her while she’s supposed to be faithful to another man. The game leans hard into vaginal sex that actually feels earned by the buildup: you go from spying through cracks and jerking off alone to knowing exactly how tight she is when you thrust in, and the camera really likes to stay there, watching your cock stretch her open again and again. One thing that drove me nuts in a good way: some scenes show your cum slowly leaking out after you pull out, like the game really wants you to think about that “oh shit what if she gets pregnant” moment, even if it never says it. Totally unnecessary detail. Completely hot.

What made it weirdly charming is how Mark is not some smooth anime god. He’s awkward. Sometimes he says something completely dumb in dialogue and you’re like, bro, you had one job. There’s also this mentor character popping in, teaching him stuff, and it sometimes interrupts the horny flow in the most annoying way, like “yes yes your life goals, now let me back to the milf grinding on his lap on the couch, please”. The storytelling jumps from emotional to horny to slightly goofy without warning. I kind of liked it. Also sometimes the pacing drags: you get a great jerking-off scene, a juicy voyeur moment, and then five minutes of talking about work or money where you just want to scream at the screen. But then a random scene hits where she’s bent over a table, panties around her knees, ass raised like a present, and the game just lets you slam into her, grab those big tits from behind, and flood her pussy while she moans your name instead of her man’s. And suddenly all that slow buildup feels worth it in a very filthy, Christmas-came-early kind of way.