Death in this game is like a bad Unity compile: you think “ok, that’s it,” and then it spits you back one year in the past and tells you to try again, except now you got a hard-on and godlike save scumming built into the story. You’re basically a horny superhero with the power of “what if I didn’t fuck that up?” and the whole town is your sandbox. One moment you’re chatting with a tired, hot older woman who has that soft-mom energy and cleavage that never quite fits in her clothes, next moment you’re quietly nudging events so some disaster never happens, while being absolutely distracted by the way her shirt sticks to her when it rains. The game pretends it’s about fate and responsibility, but half the time it feels like the devs asked: “what if time travel was just an excuse to flirt, screw up romances, then reload reality itself?”

The structure is pure visual novel, but it actually reacts. You say the wrong thing to her in one scene, brush off her feelings or push too hard when she clearly isn’t ready, and ten scenes later she looks at you like she remembers every tiny shitty choice you made. There’s this one moment where I tried to be the cool, distant hero, focusing on stopping something huge from happening, and I ignored a small, intimate talk with her in the kitchen. Later, when everything got tense, she just quietly said, “you never listen until it’s too late,” and that hit harder than any explosion. Right after that, the game lets you see her in a really tender, erotic CG, where she finally opens up… and you know you kind of didn’t earn it in that timeline. The hentai scenes are nice and shameless: soft lighting, curves that feel indulgent, a lot of focus on her face when she’s torn between “this is wrong” and “fuck it, I want this.” Sometimes the camera lingers a bit too long on one angle and I kept noticing a tiny shadow artifact on the edge of her hair. It annoyed me once and then I couldn’t unsee it. The dev will never fix it, I just know.

What I like is how your “superpower” is not just shooting lasers or something dumb. It’s messing with cause and effect, changing who comforts who, who survives, who falls in love, and that includes sexual tension that brews forever before it finally snaps. You might protect the town and lose her, or chase her so hard that the town quietly burns in the background, and the game doesn’t slap your wrist right away. It waits. Lets you sit in your mess. The romantic side is surprisingly sweet, almost softboy, then in the next scene you’re pinning her against a wall, kissing her neck while she mutters that this is insane and still pulls you closer. There’s this constant question: are you a hero, or just a guy abusing a cosmic reset button to get into a milf’s panties? The game doesn’t give you a clean answer and honestly it shouldn’t. I do wish there was one completely stupid route where you just waste your power on lottery tickets and porn subscriptions on Steam, but that’s never going to happen and that’s fine. I was going to talk about the supernatural side more but my brain keeps looping back to that one scene where she’s half undressed, asking if the universe is really worth saving if she ends up alone again, and you have to pick between touching her or stepping away. That choice stuck with me longer than any fancy effect or explosion. Maybe the real bug is that I kind of wanted the “wrong” option to feel even better.

Town of Redemption feels like somebody mashed a horny fantasy VN into a half-finished mobile sandbox and then just said “yeah ok, this is fine” and went back to drawing monster tits. You’re this dude who survived a village getting wrecked, finally lands in a big “safe” city that’s only safe if you ignore the amount of wet, thick, non-human girls wandering around it. You end up working as an alchemist for the guild, which sounds boring until every second job turns into “oops I spilled aphrodisiac on the wolf-girl with the huge ass, better check if she’s ok”. It’s that kind of game where you think you’re just clicking through errands, then suddenly you’re shoulder deep in a cow girl’s cleavage, trying to “measure milk output” with your hands instead of tools. She’s moaning, you’re pretending this is science. Absolutely my thing.

What I like is how the scenes creep up on you. One quest you’re mixing basic potions for some shy catgirl scout, next time she visits she’s pressing her big fluffy tits against the table asking if you can make something to “relax her nerves before missions”. Translation: give her a reason to pant and grind on your leg in the lab. And it actually feels like you built up to it, not just click sex button to win. There’s this lizard girl adventurer who keeps acting all proud, calling you “support staff”, then you slip a warmth potion in her gear and watch her swagger melt into heavy breathing and tail twitching while she begs you to check where exactly it’s getting “too hot”. Hand under her armor, fingering around her abs, then lower, then she’s using your hand like a toy. Feels good in that “ok, this is way too specific but I’m not complaining” way. The writing is sometimes messy, like someone glued horny ideas together without cleaning the edges, and the UI on mobile is clunky as hell with tiny icons that make your thumb miss the thing you want, but whatever, I stayed for the filthy bits. There’s an actual sense of being this low level dude building a little life, slowly turning half the guild into your personal test subjects. Except the inventory screen is ugly as sin and sorting items is a pain. I kept mis-tapping and using the wrong potion. Kind of funny when a buff elixir turns into a breast swelling one right before a fight though. Not for the poor bunny girl tank trying to move under her own bouncing chest.

The town itself ends up feeling like your playground. You walk out of the lab and already know which corner has the needy minotaur girl who leaks through her clothes if you even mention “pressure release”, which alley has the smug fox girl who pretends she hates humans but still arches her back when you “search for hidden enchantments” under her tail, which shopkeeper secretly has fur under the robes and loves it when you “accidentally” grope her while reaching for ingredients. There’s a nice rhythm where you run guild jobs, collect weird monster parts, then experiment not only in bottles but on bodies. At some point I had a batch of potions that made nipples super sensitive, and watching a proud warrior melt into a shaking mess from just a thumb rubbing her big areolae was stupidly hot. The game teases a lot too, sometimes giving you a scene that stops right at the edge, making you work more jobs or raise some stat before she finally lets you push her against the table and go full-on, tits slapping, claws in your back, panting in your ear. Some characters feel unfinished, like they were supposed to have more scenes but real life stole the dev, and there are dead spots where nothing new triggers even if you grind. Still, when it hits, it hits filthy enough: thick furry hips grinding on your lap, warm milk running down her belly while she moans your name, your hands sunk into jiggling titflesh like soft dough. It’s rough around the edges and kind of janky, but it has that unpolished charm where you can smell the artist’s brain: “what if every girl in this nice fantasy town was just a little too eager to get grabbed, teased, milked and ruined by some refugee alchemist who barely knows what he’s doing”. Honestly, I’m ok with that.

Cheeky Ghost Girl feels like the exact kind of horny fever dream you get after binging too much Fate/Grand Order and then falling asleep with your phone on your chest. You’re this broke-ass delivery rider, P’Chad, tapping around town, dropping off coffee and snacks, just autopiloting with your thumb on the screen, then suddenly you knock on this crappy old rental room door and a girl literally floats into your face. Not a spooky “boo” ghost. More like “holy shit why are your tits jiggling when you’re not even solid” ghost. Namnueng looks soft, acts sweet, talks like a troublemaker, and the whole time you’re thinking, “I’m definitely getting haunted and I’m still okay with it.” The game leans into that weird mix of cute and horny right away: one second she’s teasing you, hovering too close, pretending she doesn’t know why your pants are tight, next second she’s pushing your hand onto her big ass like it’s just normal ghost etiquette. The touch controls actually matter here too, you’re not just tapping through dialogue, you’re choosing where to focus, who to grope, when to play submissive idiot or take charge for real, and on a small screen it feels way more personal than it probably should.

The story pretends to be light and fluffy, like, “oh wow, human and ghost learning to live together, how wholesome,” then you blink and your wholesome moment is her sitting on your face and giggling while she’s semi-transparent and you can kind of see through her thighs and it somehow makes the oral scene even dirtier. There are bits where she’s the one in control, sitting on your lap, whispering in your ear, grinding on you until you literally have to beg, and she smiles like a smug dom, but then later she’s lying on her back, legs wide, begging you to cum inside her ghost pussy anyway, talking about creampies like you’re not both completely insane. I liked that one early scene where she phases her clothes on and off while you’re trying to concentrate on a delivery route: you’re checking the map, she’s popping in front of the phone, lifting her shirt, grabbing your hand, making you miss a turn, and the app vibrates for “route updated” at the exact same time she moans. Unreal timing. Sometimes she’s bratty as hell, ignoring your choices, sitting on top and pinning your hands while she rides you, and sometimes you grab her by the hips, flip her over, and she goes from smug to messy, moaning into the pillow while you pound her and she begs you not to pull out. And yes, they don’t shy away from showing it sliding in, full penetration, her big tits bouncing when you slam into her, and that creamy finish dripping out after you cum deep. I kinda hate that the dialogue text box is a little chunky and covers part of the action if you don’t tap it fast enough, and every time I swear I’m going to adjust it in settings, then she starts teasing again and I completely forget what I was doing. The whole thing is just you, a phone, and a horny ghost girl who really, really doesn’t care if anyone’s watching while she rides your dick like she’s trying to make her own afterlife sequel.

This thing feels like somebody took a management sim, a broken-down harem VN and a pile of horny sci-fi doodles from a high school notebook, shook it hard and then forgot to polish it. You start as this loser tech kid living in a dusty warehouse full of dead sex robots, which is already funny because the game treats that like a normal career path. You’re fixing up bots to keep the shop alive, juggling repairs, dates and money, while ogling everything with tits that walks in. Or doesn’t walk, some of them just lie there on a workbench with their chassis open and you’re basically licking your lips over a spreadsheet. It sounds awful, I know, but it actually works in a kinda trashy, “I shouldn’t enjoy this” way. The whole vibe is like a maid cafe from the future crashed into a junkyard, and now you’re the only idiot trying to organize it. Half the time you’re checking stats, the other half you’re trying to decide if you want to upgrade a servo or see if that new robot maid will let you push her face down on the counter and suck you off as a “function test”. That part is… yeah, the game leans hard into that.

What really made my brain start generating fanart ideas is how it mixes dirty robot fetish with normal romance stuff without warning. You’ll have this soft little scene where you’re talking to a shy maid bot about purpose and feelings and identity, and two clicks later she’s on her knees, drooling on your cock while you grip her synthetic hair and watch her eyes glitch. Those eyes are perfect for painting, by the way, that glossy plastic with a tiny reflection of neon warehouse light while she’s doing a messy blowjob test. Then she stands up, wipes her mouth like a good maid, and the game throws in some dumb joke that actually made me snort, something about warranty periods voided by titfucks. It doesn’t even pretend to be tasteful. There’s a whole thing where you “optimize efficiency” by groping their huge asses under their maid uniforms, just casually, while you check their diagnostics. One scene had me “recalibrating tactile sensors” by sliding my hand between her thighs, teasing her, then pushing her onto a table for a slow, vanilla vaginal fuck that looks anything but vanilla because she’s in full cosplay maid gear and calling you master with that slightly-off robot smile. And then later there’s this bit with an organic girl and a robot in the same room that gets into cheating territory, where you’re basically using the sexbot as an excuse and you know exactly what you’re doing. I kind of hated that I liked it.

I keep thinking about painting one of the bots sitting in your lap in the workshop, half-disassembled, wires showing at her shoulder, but her huge tits are perfectly intact and pressed around your cock. Her hands are covered in oil while she gives you a slow handjob and you can see your reflection in her chrome collar. Stuff like that is all over the place in the game. There’s interracial bodies in there too, which looks really nice in that slightly clunky 3D style they use, skin tones against shiny metal, big asses in tight maid skirts bending over robot parts, like some weird future cafe where the menu is just “services”. The whole thing stumbles between goofy humor and horny trainer sim, sometimes you’re managing schedules, sometimes you’re watching a fully animated titfuck with audio that’s a bit off, like the moans come a tiny bit late, and it bugs me every single time. I kept noticing that, and then forgetting it again when the camera angles change and you get that close shot of a maid’s lips around the tip, drool dripping on your balls, her voice module glitching while she tries to keep saying her cute line. It’s rough, a bit ugly here and there, menus feel clunky on mobile, but my head is already full of little watercolor thumbnails of broken sexbots in stained maid uniforms, kneeling in dark corners of the warehouse, waiting for you to “repair” them in all the wrong ways.