Lost Freedom is that kind of game where you open it “just to check it out” and suddenly you’re neck deep in family drama, bad decisions and way too many people calling the main guy “sir” a bit too respectfully right before doing very disrespectful things. Everything spins around this clueless dude who finds out way too late that he has a daughter, and she’s not a sweet little princess. She’s a bratty, proud, sexy trouble magnet with a temper, big tits, big ass and zero interest in behaving. The writing really leans into that: she mouthes off, tests boundaries, tries to keep control, then flips when the main character doesn’t fold. And of course, the more they argue, the more the game makes you watch her bend over in tight clothes, sit on the couch with her legs half open, stretch in front of him like some kind of half-accidental porn audition. You know exactly where it’s going, the game knows you know, and it still drags out the slow burn just enough to make all the creampie scenes feel like a massive “yeah, this was always going to happen”.

The structure is “lineal” like the dev warns, but it cheats a bit. You click through what looks like a straight visual novel, then out of nowhere the coworker route pops up and suddenly you’re fake dating a cute redhead for her parents while the daughter is sulking at home. That redhead’s whole thing is hilarious and horny at the same time. She’s shy and polite in public, then five minutes later she’s riding the MC like she’s late for work, moaning about wanting his kid inside her, and the game really zooms in on her feet grabbing his back or her toes curling when he goes down on her. And then there’s the blonde “enemy” girl, who exists mostly to piss off the daughter and to casually suck dick like she’s smoking after a long day. Half the fun is watching the scenes where the blonde and daughter are in the same room, pretending to be civil while the MC is remembering how both of them taste. The jealous stares, the tight dresses, the not-so-subtle camera focus on their asses when they argue about stupid office stuff. Then the boss shows up, older, stacked, legs for days, and suddenly you’re getting a blowjob in an office chair while Slack notifications ping in the background like your real life is demanding attention.

What I kind of enjoyed way too much is how the sex scenes are animated just enough to feel dirty, but not overproduced. There’s this one scene where the daughter is riding him in that slow, circular grind, hair stuck to her sweaty face, and the camera holds on the creampie shot longer than it should, like the game is proud of itself. Another moment, the blonde is on her knees at work, licking the MC’s cock from base to tip, pausing to kiss his shaft like she’s teasing the player, then she takes him deep and you see the slight gag, the little eye roll, the way her lipstick smears. And the feet stuff just sneaks in, no big announcement. The daughter putting her bare feet on his lap while acting like she doesn’t know what she’s doing, or sliding her toes over his hard-on under the table, or that redhead pumping him off with her soles before riding him, asking to be filled and knocked up like some cute breeding toy. The romance is there, in a twisted “I love you but I’m also fucking your boss and your rival” way, and the endings feel more like “which mess do you want to sleep in forever” than some clean happy-ever-after. Honestly, if porn dating sims had awards, this one would probably win “Most Efficient Use Of Questionable Family Bonds And Office Bullshit To Justify Creampies In Every Hole” without even trying.

You know that moment when you’re staring at your screen, cock in hand, thinking “why the hell am I doing this again?” This game basically grabs that pathetic little thought, slaps you with a horny demon girl and goes, “yeah, you are addicted, shut up and enjoy it.” You play this poor bastard who jerks off so much he literally sends a horny prayer into the universe, and instead of a therapist, he gets a whole team of succubi answering the call. Not subtle at all. And it’s not just some random OC girls either, it’s like your private illegal multiverse porn folder came to life. One minute you got this smug redhead spy chick with the gymnast hips and attitude, next moment there’s that stretchy superhero mom whose ass honestly deserves its own loading screen, then you blink and boom, that blonde cosplay girl bouncing on your lap like she’s streaming for OnlyFans. It’s messy and stupid and hot. Mostly hot.

What I like is how the game doesn’t pretend you’re a hero. You’re basically a horny lab rat with “superpowers,” so every new girl you summon is part sex toy, part experiment. The “power training” scenes are just excuses for milking sessions, foot worship marathons, deepthroat practice, all wrapped in this half-serious, half-shitpost story about demons and paranormal deals. You get a new ability and your first thought isn’t “how to save the world,” it’s “how many ways can I make this ninja doctor with huge tits lose her mind on my cock.” The game lets you switch from being a controlling bastard, grabbing hair, forcing throats, filling every hole, to just lying back while some smug princess brat steps on your chest, spits on your tip and makes you say “thank you, mistress” before she even touches you. Sometimes it feels like Pornhub category roulette, but in a good way. Or a bad way. Depends on how you feel about drowning in cum.

There’s this one scene that stuck in my brain way too long. You summon this blue-eyed fire princess with that permanent “I’m better than you” face. She looks at your cock like it insulted her ancestors. You use a mind control ability on her, think “oh nice, she’ll become a soft, obedient girl.” Nah. She drops to her knees, smiles with that evil little smirk, and starts a blowjob that feels like she’s trying to ruin you on purpose. Teeth just barely grazing, hands twisting, drool everywhere, eyes rolled back, then she pulls off and wipes her face with her foot, making you lick her toes clean while she calls you her “pet.” I hated how much I loved that. Also the toes animation? Weirdly detailed. Like, someone spent real life hours on those arches and soles, and I can’t decide if I should applaud them or report them to someone. The only thing that annoyed me was this tiny sound effect in one menu that doesn’t match the click, and it’s driving me crazy every single time, and of course it will never get fixed. Anyway, you go from creampies to bukkake stacks to sloppy titfucks, with girls covered in your cum like it’s some cursed skincare routine, and the game just keeps handing you more universes to corrupt. It’s horny, shameless, a bit broken, and honestly feels like your late-night browser history turned into a demon contract you kinda don’t want to escape.

Power, tits and dragons, in that order. Whores of Thrones takes the whole Seven Kingdoms mess and asks a very simple question: what if everyone stopped pretending they have honor and just started fucking for it instead. You’re dropped into this twisted court drama where every “deal” is half politics, half who is on their knees, and it leans hard into that. One scene you’re whispering dirty orders in a candlelit sept, next scene you’re watching a proud knight get milked by a monster he tried to stab. The story does that slow corruption thing: characters start with some fake moral line, then a bit of blackmail here, a “do this or I ruin your house” there, and suddenly they are naked in public, on their knees, kissing boots, begging for more. It doesn’t rush it, which I kinda loved and also kinda hated when I wanted to just go straight to hardcore. Sometimes you’ll pick a choice and think “ok soft scene now” and the game responds with anal, a collar, and a smug priest watching. Not complaining, just surprised. Often.

Fan service is insane. Sansa, Arya, Daenerys, Cersei, all twisted versions of themselves, each pushed into their own flavor of kink. There is this one path where your male character gets to break the noble “ice princess” step by step, starting with just making her show her feet, then kissing them, then using them on your cock like it’s nothing, until she goes from disgusted to needy. Long scene, very slow, and honestly the footjob animation and expressions are way better than they should be for a porn parody. Then you flip to another route and you’re playing a girl instead, suddenly on the other side of the leash, teasing another woman, riding her face and using toys on her while you promise to protect her family if she just obeys. Lesbian stuff hits different here, because they make it half affection, half “I own you now”. You can feel the writers grinning when they script a holy woman forced into exhibitionism in front of her own followers, or when a dragon queen ends up bent over a balcony, pretending she cares about the city while you’re just pounding her and talking about who she has to marry next. There’s vanilla pussy grinding right next to anal punishment, incest whispers in the background mixed with religious guilt, some brutal female domination scenes, gay side paths that go from awkward to “oh shit this is rough” in two clicks. It goes from funny parody to “damn, that’s filthy” really fast. And yeah, you can play it on your phone, which is a blessing until you realize you just opened a scene with a chained noble girl licking a boot and a dildo in the middle of your train ride, and now you can’t look anyone in the eye.

You start as this quiet security guy who is clearly paid way too little for how dirty his nights get. Camera feeds, dark corridors, bored scrolling on your phone, that constant low buzz of cheap lights above your head. The whole place feels like it wants to keep secrets, and everybody around you already has one. The mafia angle actually works here, not just as excuse for guns and tattoos, but as this weird family you get sucked into, with people who smile at you while planning how to break someone’s fingers in the next room. It’s the kind of world where “loyalty” means a lot until someone prettier walks in with a better offer or shorter skirt.

The boss’s daughter is where everything breaks open. She walks like she owns not only the club, but your dick too, long before she even touches you. At first she flirts in front of the cameras, knowing exactly which angles you see from the control room. Short skirt, no bra, leaning over desks when she clearly doesn’t need to. She treats the surveillance system like her own private stage. There is a scene where she’s talking to her father in the office, pretending to be this innocent girl, and the second he leaves, she sits on the desk facing the camera, spreads her legs a bit and just stares into the lens like she knows you are about to undo your belt. That slow burn voyeur stuff works better than all the usual instant porn clicks. You feel like a creep. A very happy creep. And then later she acts offended you watched. Of course she knew. Of course she likes it. It’s a mafia world, everyone likes a bit of control, even when they pretend they hate it.

What I didn’t expect is how the game makes “security work” into foreplay. Checking blind spots, timing patrols, figuring out which camera to switch off right before your “meeting” with her in the storage room. One time she drags you into this dim back corridor, hand pressed over your mouth, telling you to be quiet while she jerks you off against a wall, and at the same time you keep one eye on the tiny monitor behind her to make sure no one sees. There is this mixture of panic and arousal that feels very honest, like being hard at the worst possible moment. Then things get heavier. Her idea of fun slides from teasing to choking, collar play, you on your knees between her thighs while her father is literally in the next room talking business. She will suck you off under a desk and then five minutes later act like you are her new bodyguard, ordering you to keep other girls “safe”, when everyone knows you are just checking them out on camera and imagining who will end up on their knees next. There is anal in places where nobody should realistically try anal, facials on floors that never get cleaned, a closed door scene where you hear two women moaning and only see them through a dusty monitor, their legs tangled together while you stroke yourself, too nervous to walk in. Corruption creeps up slowly, one favor at a time, until you realize you are no longer the quiet guard, but the guy coordinating who goes where, who gets tied up, who gets shared. And if you are smart, you’ll take it slow, let the teasing scenes breathe, stay a little longer on each camera, watch how their faces change when they think nobody is looking, then walk in at the worst possible moment and ruin their fake innocence properly.