This one feels like somebody grabbed the old Hogwarts trainer thing, threw a bunch of filthy mods in a cauldron, shook it, forgot to stir properly, then accidentally created something that is half disaster, half “holy shit I need to replay that scene with the sound on max.” It is messy, yeah, but in a good, horny way. You’re this male protagonist pretending to be all serious and academic while you basically run an underground sex management project around the school. Classes are just an excuse to push girls into new “tasks,” and every time you think you saw all the kinks, the game drops some weird potion or outfit that changes the whole vibe of a scene. One time I clicked the wrong dialogue option with Hermione, thought I’d get another cheap handjob loop, and suddenly she’s in this humiliation path where she has to strip in front of a crowd and the crowd noise sounds like someone recorded a Twitch chat in heat, all layered whispers and low laughs. The way the moans sit on top of that is surprisingly well mixed, not too loud, like they actually thought about it. Then the next scene, same girl, the slapping sound on her ass is like it was recorded with a potato, totally different quality. It’s charming and annoying at same time.

What the game does best is this mix of corruption and voyeur stuff with very specific girls. Like Luna, for example. Her scenes have this floaty, airy soundtrack behind them, almost too soft, so when the groping starts and she’s being pushed into exhibitionism, the tiny gasp sounds feel extra sharp. There’s a bit where you use a potion, her tits swell up, and she’s lactating on the staircase while students “walk by” off screen. You don’t see them, but you hear these faint footsteps and the dull murmur of people trying not to look. That tiny background murmur? That shit stuck in my head more than the actual titfuck. In another path I had Tonks accidentally slip into a futa form while cosplaying a student, and the first time she pulls out her cock the game hits you with this sticky, squelchy sound that you usually only hear in cheap hentai games, but here it kinda works because everything else is already dirty. Then thirty seconds later a blowjob scene kicks in and the wet mouth audio loops slightly off beat with the animation and I couldn’t unhear it anymore. Suddenly I’m not thinking “hot” but “can someone please trim that loop in Audacity.” By the way, the tentacle scenes are strangely quiet. You’d expect gross slime sound, right? But instead there’s more focus on the girl’s breathing and the cuffs clinking, very ASMR. I replayed one Luna tentacle scene just to listen how the pitch of her moans rises when the text mentions a new tendril inside her ass. Whoever synced that did it by hand, I’m almost sure, because it goes slightly out of sync if you click too fast through the dialogue.

The group sex events get wild in theory, with mind control and blackmail pushing girls who would never agree into this pile of bodies in some hidden classroom, but sound wise they’re kind of a mess. Too many moans at same time, no clear layering, sometimes Hermione and Cho share the same voice sample so you hear the same little whimper coming from two sides of the screen. It’s funny once, then you start noticing it everywhere. On the other hand, the simple masturbation scenes where you peek from a keyhole or from behind a statue are weirdly intimate. Just one girl, some rustle of clothing, fingers sliding over skin, the creak of an old bed in the dorm, and the occasional little frustrated sigh when she can’t cum yet because the corruption value is not high enough. That small detail of the bed creak, actually, reminded me of an old RPGMaker porn thing I played on Newgrounds, where the only good asset was the sound of the wooden floor. Same energy here. The game has this “evolving outfits” idea where the same uniform slowly turns more slutty as you push them further, and it affects not only visuals but also the little cloth sounds and jewelry jingles. Spanking someone in a plain robe sounds dull and flat, do it again when she’s basically in a harness and stockings and suddenly you hear the slap, the buckle rattle, the tiny ring on her nipple bouncing. No idea if that was intentional, but I noticed. There are things that straight up feel unfinished, like some anal scenes with Susan that have no proper sound at all, just generic loop, but then you’ll hit a lesbian scene in the showers where the echo of their voices against the tiles is so nice I actually paused my Spotify to hear it clean. It’s that kind of game. Half broken, half genius, and somehow the sound makes the dirtiest parts feel even more wrong in a very good way.

Alex isn’t some blank-slate hero. He’s tired, horny, confused, and still stupidly in love with his wife. The game throws you right into his messages, like you’re scrolling through someone’s private phone. Julia’s texts feel too real - half sweet, half cold - and when she starts posting those late-night blog updates, you can’t help but dig deeper. There’s that sick thrill of spying on someone you shouldn’t, mixed with the ache of wanting her back. You’ll find yourself switching between guilt and arousal faster than you can type a reply. It’s voyeurism wrapped in heartbreak, and it hits harder than expected.

The choices don’t just flip a switch - they twist the knife. One moment you’re convincing her to talk, the next you’re watching her “experiment” with another man while you pretend it’s fine. The game doesn’t hold your hand; it lets you drown in your own jealousy or curiosity. The sandbox bits let you chase different routes: rebuild what’s broken, open the door to other lovers, or just spiral into full-blown NTR madness. And yeah, the sex scenes go all in - no fade-to-black bullshit. Julia’s moans sound like confessions, not performances. Sometimes she’s teasing through the camera, sometimes begging, sometimes letting someone else touch her while you watch, and it’s messy and hot and awful in the best way.

What really got me though was how alive everyone feels. Chad’s that idiot friend who somehow gives good advice between dick jokes. The twins show up later and completely derail any moral compass you thought you had. Monster girls, MILFs, even a shy lesbian side route - it’s all there, tangled in one big horny emotional disaster. The writing swings from romantic to filthy without warning, and I kinda love that. It’s not polished, not safe, but damn if it doesn’t feel human. You’ll hate yourself for caring, then get off anyway.

Holly looks like that girl from your college group project who always did the whole report, and here you basically watch what happens when life starts poking holes in that “good girl” armor. It starts pretty innocent: she moves out, needs a job, thinks she’ll just work hard and be boring and responsible. Then her “dream opportunity” turns out to be in this media company that lives on flirting with the line between normal content and straight up porn. At first she’s just sitting in an office trying not to stare when someone is looking at explicit stuff on a monitor right next to her. There’s this scene where she pretends to focus on Excel while a video with a huge black guy fucking some petite redhead is playing two desks away, and you can feel how she’s annoyed and horny in the same time. The game really pushes that slow slide, where she still thinks she’s pure while her hand is under the desk, rubbing herself because she “just needs to relax a bit after work”. Sure, Holly. Sure.

The fun part is how the story steals tricks from fanfic culture. You know how people write canon-compliant fics where one tiny choice changes everything? Here you get that in a dirty format. You can keep her on the almost-vanilla route, loyal to her relationship, saying no to the creepy boss who likes to “test the talent” in private. There’s this date scene that feels like bad Wattpad, in a cute way, where she tries to act normal at dinner after she accidentally spent her lunch break watching a lesbian casting interview in the studio downstairs. She stares at the waitress’s ass longer than at the menu and you get to choose if she admits it or just lies and blushes hard. Or you can start pushing her into more humiliating stuff, like agreeing to “help” with a live stream by playing the shy intern who gets talked into showing just a little more skin, then a bit more, then suddenly she’s topless in front of thousands and some guy behind the camera is groping her tits because “audience engagement is dropping”. The game loves that teasing stage, when she’s saying “no, I’m not like those girls” while her nipples are hard and her boss is already unzipping his pants. There is a very specific blowjob scene in an office chair where she’s trying not to smear lipstick, and you have this stupid tiny choice about eye contact that changes the whole tone. If she looks up, it stops feeling like an accident and starts looking like she enjoys being under him, with his hand on the back of her head guiding the rhythm, almost choking her a bit, and that’s where the corruption vibe really hits.

What I liked is how the “good” vs “bad” path doesn’t feel clean. Even if you try to play her as a saint, the game still throws temptations at her: a drunk night where she wakes up half naked with a girl from work, fingers still sticky, trying to remember who started the lesbian stuff; a “modeling test” that is totally not just masturbation on camera; a casting where a huge guy grabs her ass like it’s public property and she hesitates just long enough that he takes it as a yes. There is cheating, obviously. The first time she lets another man cum on her face, she sends her boyfriend a totally innocent selfie a bit later, pretending she was “busy in the office” while there’s still a tiny drop she didn’t wipe perfectly from her hairline. Interracial scenes are not subtle either. They lean into that porn logic where Holly keeps telling herself it’s “just work” while she’s sitting on a massive cock, stretched wide, cheeks slapping, and the director orders her to turn so the camera gets her big ass bouncing for the viewers. Sometimes she seems humiliated to the point of breaking, like when she has to strip in a place where anyone could walk in, covering herself badly while someone films, combining exhibitionism with that nasty little thrill of maybe getting caught. Other times she’s the one teasing, giving handjobs under the table during meetings, masturbating in the shower while replaying every dirty thing that happened that day. It’s a mess in a good way, like a fanfic that started as “college romance” and somehow ended with the heroine groped from all sides in a crowded club, half ashamed, half hungry for more. And anyway, I still can’t forgive that one scene where the phone UI in-game looks like a cheap WhatsApp clone, my brain keeps focusing on that tiny detail every time she’s sexting some guy instead of paying attention to the filthy stuff happening in the room.

The game throws you straight into this weirdly cozy hellhouse where your “family” is too hot and too wrong at the same time. You’re the only guy in a place ruled by a demon mom who looks like she should be on some cursed porn magazine cover, and two sisters who are basically walking trouble. Story just moves on its own, no choices, no bullshit menus, you just click and watch things spiral out of control. It feels like reading a horny comic while someone keeps turning the pages for you. The mom comes off soft and gentle at first, but the more you see her, the more you realize she’s in charge of everything. She plays the caring MILF, hugs a bit too long, squeezes in too close on the couch, “accidentally” bends in front of you with those huge tits barely contained, then later she’s totally fine with using your cock like it belongs to her. The game doesn’t shy away from the whole taboo thing, it leans on it hard. She talks like she raised you and now wants to “claim” her reward, and it’s not subtle. Honestly they could have toned down the dialogue a bit, but it also made it kinda hot in a trashy way that feels like some cursed Pornhub script that found a budget.

The sisters are another mess. One is more playful and bratty, constantly teasing you, walking around half dressed, making “jokes” about you watching her change, then testing how far she can push before you snap. There’s a really funny scene where she pretends she doesn’t notice you in the hallway and starts masturbating in front of her open door, clearly wanting you to watch, and the camera just stays on her face way longer than necessary. I was sitting there thinking, why am I staring at her eyelashes during a nut scene, but somehow it worked. The other sister plays the colder type, acts all annoyed and distant, then later you catch her touching herself while whispering your name like she hates herself for it. The game keeps putting you in spots where you’re watching them from angles that feel really dirty, like peeking around the corner, or seeing reflections in mirrors. Sometimes it feels a bit too much, like the story is trying to shock you every five minutes with more corruption, more breeding talk, more “you’re mine now” lines. And at the same time I kept clicking because the animations are surprisingly smooth, nothing crazy flashy, just small details like how their hips move when you pin them down, or how the mom keeps eye contact when she’s riding you and talking about filling her up. There’s a whole scene on the living room couch where everyone kind of crosses that last line, and it’s both hot and weirdly awkward, like someone mixed a family reunion with a satanic orgy and forgot to invite shame. I thought I’d get tired of the linear story, but the way the corruption builds slowly, from teasing to outright obsession, actually pulled me along. Or maybe I’m just weak when big tits and demon horns show up in the same frame. Hard to say.

Everyone tells you college will change your life. In this one it changes before you even unpack your damn suitcase. You’re this clueless freshman, half horny, half anxious, dragged into a house party hosted by Devin, the kind of guy who somehow knows everyone on campus by day two. The place is the usual student chaos: solo cups everywhere, some shitty playlist on loop, people grinding in the kitchen for no reason. And right in the middle of it, someone pulls out a bottle and suddenly the whole night turns into one long “how far will you go if everyone’s watching” test. Nothing hardcore at first, just little dares, stupid teasing, that slow, annoying build where you keep thinking “ok now someone is finally going to take something off” and then they chicken out. Or you accidentally click the “wuss” option because your finger slipped on the phone screen and now the whole room is laughing and you kind of deserve it.

The game feels like you’re poking around a messy Instagram story you can actually control. It’s point and click, yeah, but it’s more like reading horny chat logs that suddenly turn into choices you’re not ready for. You creep through rooms, find people alone on balconies, half-dressed in bathrooms, making out in dark corners, and you get that voyeur vibe going strong. Like that moment you walk in on two girls arguing over a dare and one of them is already topless, arms crossed over these huge tits that the artist clearly loved way too much, and you’re just standing there pretending you were totally looking for the fridge. The game lets you lean into that creeping, makes you peek around doors, hover your mouse where you shouldn’t, check a mirror to catch reflections of someone stripping in the other room. It’s a “no actual sex yet” kind of ride, but they push groping and grinding and clothes coming off so close to the edge that you’re basically begging the story to misbehave. There’s romance too, in that messy party way: you flirt with one girl, tease another, accidentally walk in on some interracial couple making out on the couch, and the game just shrugs like “you want to join or what.” And then suddenly it’s asking you to choose who you really want to impress, even though you kinda want them all, because harem brain hits fast when you’re a horny freshman with zero real-life experience and too many options.

What I like is how the text keeps clowning on you. You choose the “smooth” line and the narration throws shade like “wow, you really said that.” The humor is dumb, self-aware, a bit trashy, and the AI CG girls somehow look both cute and a little uncanny at the same time, which accidentally fits the whole awkward college vibe. Big asses in tight jeans, short skirts that are just waiting for some drunken exhibitionism dare, that one shy girl who turns into total chaos when someone suggests stripping for “equality,” and the way the game slowly corrupts your choices. At first you play nice, you’re empathetic, you worry if someone is uncomfortable. Later you’re clicking on options like “keep staring” and “touch her ‘by accident’” and pretending you’re still a good guy. You’re not. You’re the dude who learns the timing of the bottle spins to aim it at the girl you want to undress, the dude who checks the patio window just to catch someone grinding in the dark. It’s messy, horny, text heavy, more teasing than payoff, like one very long party that never quite ends in a bedroom, but you stay anyway because every new spin of the bottle might finally cross that line you want it to cross. Or maybe you just want to see who drops their clothes next. Same thing.

Jenny’s story hits that weird sweet spot between horny fantasy and something that feels like pages torn from a messy teenage diary that got fucked by a succubus on the way to publication. She’s a futa trying to pretend she’s just a normal girl, which is already funny because the very first time the game lets you see her in the mirror, the camera lingers on her tits and her cock like the dev spent hours thinking about how shame actually looks. Not the Tumblr, “I am sad about society” shame, but the “I’m clenching my thighs in the school bathroom because I got hard when my teacher adjusted her bra” kind of shame. The game keeps making these small moments where you’re half turned on and half thinking, “wow, yeah, that’s exactly how a brain spirals when it wants to cum and disappear at the same time.”

The fantasy angle sneaks up on you. At the start it just feels like a horny slice-of-life about a futa girl trying not to think about sex in public, and then suddenly there’s this quiet reveal that maybe her body is not a random mistake at all, that there are reasons, old magic, weird bloodlines, stuff that sounds like low-budget Tolkien fanfic but with way more titfucking and anal. You go from watching Jenny panic about changing in the locker room, trying not to pop a boner while other girls strip and gossip, to getting shoved into situations where exhibitionism stops being a kink tag and becomes a very conscious choice. Do you let them see? Do you let them touch? There’s this one scene where a “puzzle” is basically about how much you’re willing to expose yourself to a group, and if you “solve” it the serious way, you unlock an animated group sex moment where a shy virgin girl ends up pinned between Jenny’s big ass and another girl’s tongue. The logic of the puzzle almost doesn’t matter, because your brain has already built the sexual rhythm around it. It pretends to be a game about clues, but it’s really about pressure, teasing, and that edge between romantic confession and public indecency. And yeah, the romance parts sometimes feel almost too sweet, like someone slipped a wholesome yuri VN into a browser tab full of ahegao and internal view shots, but then there’s a milf casually groping Jenny in a side corridor, talking about “helping her relax” while you decide if you’ll let her pull your panties down or not, and the game remembers exactly what kind of website you found it on. Jenny spends half the time trying to stay in control and the other half getting ruined by her own body, her own curiosity, and her shitty habit of masturbating at the worst possible moment, with toys or fingers or somebody’s tongue, and the story is just that constant tug-of-war between “don’t let them know” and “please, someone, watch me cum.” It feels clumsy and horny and too honest in a way a lot of adult games are scared to be.

You wake up in the future, dick still attached, and somehow that already makes you rare like legendary loot in a shitty gacha. Men are gone, wiped out by some plague, and the world got tired of waiting for them to respawn, so the girls built androids to fill the… gaps. Not just for heavy lifting and fixing pipes either. Your new “life” is basically being a rented toy with a human brain: if a woman flashes her account balance and a weird request, you smile, say “yes, ma’am,” and figure out later why your knees hurt. The game treats this like a normal job, which is kind of the funniest part. One scene you’re lying on a couch while some rich office lady sits on your face like you’re just another piece of furniture, talking on her phone about work targets while using your tongue, the next scene you’re awkwardly trying to pretend you don’t see a horny student girl masturbating in the dorm shower while “testing your sensors.” The tone jumps between sweet, horny, humiliating and just stupid in the good way, like an adult comedy that forgot it was supposed to be subtle.

What I really liked is how it leans into you being property without turning you into a silent mannequin. You can tease back, flirt, or just be confused like a guy who opened the wrong tab at work. There’s a great early moment where your handler drags you to your first client, this shy-looking woman who clearly ordered you “for research.” She acts all serious and academic, then ten minutes later she’s climbing on top of you, hands shaking, asking you to “just stay still and… record the stats” while she rubs herself on you, grinding and panting, apologizing every three seconds and still not stopping. The game loves that contrast: girls acting like they’re in control, but their voice cracking the second your hand “accidentally” slides under the skirt. One milf makes you stand naked on the balcony while she lazily jerks you off from behind, talking in your ear about “exhibition testing,” and you can see other windows lit up, shadows moving. It really sells that voyeur vibe, like half the city is peeking and pretending they’re not.

I wish the notifications bubble in the corner wasn’t that ugly green, it just sits there like a WhatsApp message from someone you hate. Never gets fixed. Anyway, there’s this fun tension in a lot of routes: they talk like you’re just software, but the second you push your luck, like sliding your fingers deeper or holding their hips just a little tighter during oral, they react like you’re very real. Sometimes they punish you for it too. One dommy mechanic girl literally throws you on a workbench, sits on your face, and tells you she’s “recalibrating your tongue module” while grinding till you can barely breathe, then makes you finish her off with your hand under the oily overalls. Another scene goes the other way: a lonely office lady hires you just to cuddle, maybe a bit of groping, but you end up with her gently riding you while half-asleep, soft sleep sex, her muttering her ex’s name and you can decide if you wake her or just hold her tighter and keep going. The game calls itself funny, but it’s also weirdly romantic sometimes, like with the shy lesbian android who starts off just “studying male models” and ends up using you to figure out what she actually wants from girls. There’s groping on crowded trains, forced stripping in small apartments, you jerking off because your client “forgot to finish the test,” harassment in alleys where you’re treated like a vending machine for orgasms. It’s messy, horny, occasionally sweet, and never really lets you forget you’re both a sex worker and a glitchy relic of a dead gender, which sounds heavy but somehow just makes the teasing scenes hit harder.

There’s this lazy-ass witch lying in a hammock with tits that are technically a health hazard, and somehow you’re the responsible adult in the room. That’s the basic mood. The whole world is this silly fantasy mix of horny monsters, smug magical girls, and weirdos who think “public indecency” is more like a dress code. You’re not just clicking through porn scenes, you’re actually juggling gold, energy and these four stats that sound like some RPG parody: Martial, Mystic, Charm, Trickery. It feels a bit like someone smashed a fetish VN together with a light strategy game and then just… kept all the horny parts. One run I tried to play her as a serious, powerful witch, always picking the smart Mystic solutions, and two choices later she’s on her knees worshipping a monster girl’s cock while her boobs jump up another cup size and I’m laughing at myself for thinking I had control here.

Calling it “breast expansion focus” is almost funny, because it’s not just a tag, it’s the entire spine of the game. Every run ends up turning into a science project about how far you can push those sizes before she’s basically a walking beanbag chair. The wild part is that the scenes change with her size, so a blowjob with small boobs feels totally different than the same encounter when she’s at “crush-her-own-face” levels. You get tiny details like her trying to hold her tits out of the way while she’s riding some furry wolf knight who’s way too proud of his armor, and then later that same guy just buries his hands in her chest and uses them like handles while you watch the text describe how she can barely stay upright. It’s ridiculous. It’s hot. It’s also kind of stupid in the best way. There’s a lesbian witch duel that turns into mutual groping in mid-air, one of those monster girls that’s more teeth and tongue than sense, and a smug noblewoman who switches from icy female domination to being bent over a balcony once you figure out which stat to poke her with. Sometimes you “win” a fight by outsmarting them, sometimes by letting her submit on purpose, because of course if she gets fucked, the stats get weird and the boobs get bigger. There’s no game over, just different flavors of “congratulations, you’re getting railed.”

If I had to give it a fake jam trophy, it’d be “Best Use Of Gravity As A Fetish Mechanic.” The way the writing leans into the size changes is oddly consistent, even when the tone is goofy. At low sizes, she’s flashing people just to get free drinks. At mid sizes, there’s a whole run where she’s stuck trying to squeeze through a dungeon door while a slime monster girl gropes her from behind and it takes way too long, text-wise, but I couldn’t look away. At stupid sizes, there’s a scene where she tries to cast a serious spell, trips over nothing, and ends up pressed into the dirt, ass up, boobs pinned under her chest like two living cushions while some armored monster uses her like a toy. I wished for an option to just leave her there for the rest of the game. The strategy side is simple but not brain-dead, like managing stamina in Hades but horny and slower, and you start optimizing which enemies you want to “lose” to because their dom scenes are funnier. Not every encounter lands, the humor sometimes feels like reddit cosplay captions, and there’s at least one exhibitionism bit in a city square that keeps mentioning the crowd but barely describes a single face. Still, it sticks in your head after you close the browser. That lazy witch, half-asleep in her hammock, tits overflowing her robe, asking if you really want to push for one more quest when she can barely walk? Yeah. Don’t play this on your work laptop. Actually, do. I dare you.

Corruption is not just a bar on the screen here, it feels like a mood that slowly crawls under your skin while you click “next room” again like a degenerate. Forbidden Dungeon throws you into a fantasy world that pretends to care about saving kingdoms and slaying monsters, but everyone knows why you’re actually there. You start with these “heroes” who look serious for about five seconds, then the game starts stripping them, shoving them into traps with tentacles and cursed toys, and suddenly every combat choice is also a sex choice. You’re staring at a turn-based fight, thinking about buffs and debuffs, but also thinking “ok if she loses here, how badly is the dungeon going to fuck her this time?” Then you lose on purpose. Or you tell yourself it was a mistake. Sure.

What I like is how the dungeon feels hungry. Rooms are not just “fight skeletons, get loot”. You open a door, get a weird altar with a glowing toy on it, and you have that awful nice feeling like when you know you shouldn’t click “accept” but you do anyway. Take the blessing, your stats go up, your “purity” goes down, next encounter she is more sensitive, more aroused in the art, more easy to push over the edge. At start I was trying to play “correct” like it is some hardcore roguelike. After a few runs I was basically feeding my party to every corrupted slime just to unlock new scenes. There is that one event with the breeding pit where you think “ok, this is just some background lore thing”, then suddenly your character is on all fours, tentacles holding them open, multiple penetration from things that do not even have a name, and you are sitting there like, yeah, this is fine. Also the little text line that casually mentions the chance of pregnancy like it’s just another status effect, that got me. It is not like a soft romance thing, it feels more like the dungeon is marking them, making sure they stay its toys forever.

The parody bits are funny in a really trashy way. If you know those edgy solo-leveling memes or you played Darkest Dungeon, you will recognize some scenes twisted into horny nonsense. A “heroic” speech turns into a submissive pledge to serve the dungeon, that kind of thing. It keeps trying to pretend there is a noble path, but the more you progress, the more the skills, gear and even the AI-generated CG push you toward naked, chained, displayed in front of monsters. Exhibition stuff hits hard here because the game keeps throwing you into situations where the character should be ashamed, and the UI pops up like “Gain +10% damage if you let them watch.” Grind a bit, unlock another protagonist, and suddenly the same corridors feel different because you know exactly which trap will drag them into that familiar tentacle nest. I really wish the game let me corrupt the town hub more, like turn the whole support cast into willing dungeon slaves or something, but I guess that’s my brain asking for DLC already. Anyway, if you like your runs to end with your party fully broken in some dark corner of the map, soaked, pregnant, and still going back in because loot, then yeah, this dungeon knows exactly what kind of player you are.