Holly’s Summer is that kind of horny mess where you open it “just to check the art” and then suddenly you’re way too invested in two girls making every bad decision possible on a private island. You’ve got Holly, the cute “good girl” who clearly thinks she’s in control of her own story, and Brooke, who has big “I say I’m your best friend but I also kinda want to see you ruin yourself” energy. The setup looks like classic rich-boyfriend summer vacation, private house, quiet beach, you know the fantasy. And then the thieves show up, and the whole vibe just slides straight into dirty, twisted crime porn without even pretending to be subtle. One minute it’s bikini and sunscreen, next minute it’s ropes, hands where they shouldn’t be, and a house full of men who see them as toys, not people.

What I liked is how fast it stops playing nice. There’s no fake heroic rescue tone. The guys are criminals, straight-up, and the game leans into that: groping that ignores consent, “searching” their bodies like they’re looking for stolen goods inside their panties, that kind of thing. It feels like a porn comic turned into a visual story, and yeah, if you know Fernando’s stuff, this is right in that lane: lots of humiliation, the girls forced to pose, kneel, open, suck, obey, with their faces doing that mix of shame and arousal the whole time. There’s one scene where Holly ends up on her knees in front of a guy she absolutely hates, with Brooke watching from the couch, hand tied behind her back, some big dude’s fingers digging into her thigh while he tells her to “act encouraging.” I paused the game there, opened Twitter, typed a whole rant, deleted it, went back and… clicked the filthiest option anyway. The choices mostly push you between “bad” and “worse,” like, do you want Holly to resist and get punished harder, or cooperate and get praised like a good little toy. There’s a bit of femdom flavor too, but twisted: some of the female-led stuff is them being forced into a “dom” role that’s still under male control. Holly made to dominate Brooke, slap her, ride her face while guys watch and jerk off, and you can feel she’s not really on top, she’s just another tool.

The sissy content sneaks up on you. It’s not like, boom, here’s a crossdressing dude from the start. It grows out of the humiliation vibe. One of the guys clearly enjoys breaking people, and you get this path where a softer male character gets dragged into it, forced into panties, made to serve with the girls. They talk to him like he’s just another slut, shove him next to Holly and Brooke, compare their asses, treat him as “the sissy” from then on. It’s mean, it’s hot, and sometimes weirdly funny in a dark way, like when Brooke mocks him but her voice cracks because she’s still choking on cum. Interracial stuff is sprinkled in pretty casually: the game doesn’t do speeches, it just puts Holly between a white thug and a huge black guy and makes her work both, or has the girls humiliated by a mixed group that clearly enjoys turning rich island princesses into shared meat. There’s a lot of focus on female orgasm, not in some romantic way but in that cruel “we’re gonna make you come so you can’t pretend you didn’t like it” style. They edge the girls, deny them, then suddenly push them over the line at the worst possible moment, like Holly screaming in pleasure while she’s being slapped and called a whore in front of everyone. If you’re into soft, cuddly romance, this is the wrong page of the internet. If you want a dirty, criminal-feeling island nightmare where pretty girls get broken, used in groups, forced to dominate and be dominated, and a “sissy” joins the meat parade, this one just crawls into your brain and refuses to leave.

Clara’s “Love Hotel” feels like the place your horny brain built when you were fifteen and your wallet was already imagining sugar daddies. It’s not some classy high-society escort fantasy. It’s cheap perfume, sticky elevator buttons, and girls who still check their phone between clients. You follow a teen girl getting sucked into Clara’s world, going from “I’m just looking for some extra cash” to happily spreading her legs for whatever rich pervert books the suite. The whole thing plays like a kinetic visual novel where you’re mostly there to watch her brain rewire itself around money, cock, and control, with Clara pulling strings and smiling like a sexy devil in a tight dress. The story doesn’t rush. First it’s teasing and striptease in those themed rooms, girls grinding slowly while the client watches like a creep through tinted glass, then the jobs start getting nastier: anal for an extra wad of bills, creampies that drip out while Clara counts the cash, toys shoved in to keep the girl “ready” for the next guy. You barely make a choice, you just sit there like a voyeur, and somehow that fits the whole hotel vibe perfectly.

One moment that stuck in my head had the main girl lying on silk sheets while an older woman, a full-on milf type with that rich cougar aura, just toys with her for a client hidden behind the curtain. She whispers to the teen how she’s nothing but a fucktoy now, fingers deep, thumb circling her clit, and the hotel’s camera quietly recording every twitch for “private archives.” The girl pretends to be shy at first, but the game doesn’t keep that illusion long. By the time Clara pairs her with a calm, serious dilf businessman, she’s already the one pushing his cock inside, asking if he wants to finish in her ass or her pussy because “Clara gives bonuses for messy endings.” There’s a fun little moment where two lesbians working the same floor sneak into an empty room between clients, toys buzzing, tongue on tongue, and you realize they’re half doing it for pleasure and half to warm up before the next paying guest. The corruption doesn’t feel cartoonish, more like a slow slide where you watch the girl go from flinching at her first blowjob to riding a stranger like it’s just a normal shift. Some scenes lean more romantic, weirdly enough, especially when a regular client starts bringing gifts and treating her like his personal escort, and the game kind of pretends there’s “love” in a place that operates like a brothel. It’s messy, horny, sometimes sweet, sometimes nasty, and it never apologizes for treating every girl in that hotel as both employee and property, legs open on demand while Clara counts the profits with that lazy, satisfied smile.

Michelle looks like the girl in your office who always leaves at exactly 5, hair perfect, life probably on rails. Except here she is in sweaty, neon Hong Kong streets in 1986, slowly losing her grip on that “good daughter, good employee” mask because one tiny, stubborn, chain-smoking woman named Sam keeps flirting with her in ways that are way too gentle to ignore and way too dirty to be innocent. The game starts pretty tame, all long bus rides, quiet apartment scenes, small talk about movies and clothes, but the whole time the camera lingers on thighs under skirts, fingers brushing on handrails, the little hesitation when Michelle looks at Sam’s mouth while they share a drink. It’s a slow, frustrating kind of heat, like when you’re stuck on Zoom meetings and sexting on Telegram on the side, except here it’s cassette tapes and payphones and cramped bedrooms with thin walls and parents one room away. The erotic stuff doesn’t explode in your face with instant porn. It creeps in. One kiss in a dark cinema where Michelle is stiff at first, almost scared, then you see her lips part, her hands tremble, and you can almost hear her swallow before she gives in and pulls Sam closer. Tongues, teeth, that wet sound, and she keeps her eyes half open like she still cannot believe she is letting another woman taste her like that.

When it finally goes past kissing, it hits like someone yanked the curtain down. You get these long, quiet scenes on a bed where the sheets are a bit messy, clothes half off, bras sliding down arms, Michelle trying to cover herself at first and Sam just laughing low and kissing every bit she tries to hide. There is a moment where Sam goes down on her, and it’s not some porn-speed blowjob logic. It is slow and almost awkward, Michelle gripping the bedsheet because she does not even have the words in her own language for what is happening between her legs. The text describes every tiny reaction, how her thighs twitch, how she tries to keep her voice down because her mother could walk past the door, how her hips start grinding against Sam’s mouth anyway, shame turning into this fucked up relief. You can tell the writers actually understand how it feels when you are eating pussy like you care about the person, not like you are checking off positions. There are pauses, deep breaths, a little laugh from Sam when Michelle whimpers a bit too loudly, and then she doubles down, tongue and lips and fingers working together until Michelle is shaking so hard she almost pushes her away. That first orgasm is not “perfect”, it feels real, messy, emotional, like she just broke some rule she has been obeying her whole life.

Under all that sex there is this heavy layer of family and culture pressure that honestly turned me on more than I expected, because the guilt makes everything spicier and more fucked up. Michelle sneaks back home smelling like cigarettes and someone else’s perfume, lies to her mother at the dinner table while still feeling Sam’s fingers inside her if she closes her eyes for a second. There are choices where you can lean into the romance, keep seeing Sam, or try to “fix” yourself and go back to the safe, straight, lonely path everyone expects. Some endings feel like a punch in the gut, some feel like a small rebellion that might not last forever but at least burns hot while it exists. It is a romantic story, yeah, there is sweetness, hand holding, soft kisses, that feeling when you are falling in love and every bus ride feels like a music video, but the game never really lets you forget that this is two women trying to build something intimate and wet and tender inside a world that keeps telling them they are wrong. That clash is what makes the sex scenes hit so hard. When Sam whispers “you’re mine tonight” while Michelle’s family photos are literally watching from the shelf, it feels dirty in the best way, like she is betraying everything for the chance to have her own life, her own pleasure, even if it all goes to hell later.

Happily married, nice house, good sex, normal life. On the surface it looks like boring vanilla couple from Instagram. Underneath, both of them are horny as hell and lowkey too curious for their own good. One day it’s just playful teasing on the couch, her sitting on his lap in those tight shorts, his hand sliding under the fabric while some Netflix trash plays in the background. Next time, she is “jokingly” sending a pic in her underwear to that fitness trainer from the gym, and you suddenly realize the game is not about simple husband fucks wife. It is about how far you let them go before everything breaks. Sometimes you control him, sometimes you control her, and sometimes it feels like you control nothing and just watch your own bad decisions catch up, like a slow car crash with big tits and messy creampies.

The nice part is how small it starts. Like, he scrolls through her phone when she is in the shower and sees some messages that are a bit too flirty. You can choose to ignore, confront, or pretend you are “cool” and play the open couple. You think, ok, I’m going for the honest, mature route, good communication and all that Reddit bullshit. Then the game slaps you with a scene where she is bent over the kitchen counter, describing how some stranger at the bar grabbed her ass and how wet it made her. The groping is not just random either, you actually see how her body reacts, how she starts to enjoy the attention, how her eyes change when another guy touches her thigh under the table. There is this one moment on a crowded rooftop party, she stands close to another man, short dress, no panties, your character sits opposite and pretends to laugh with the group. Camera angle shows her hand slowly guiding his fingers higher over her inner thigh while she keeps eye contact with you. You choose if you let it happen, stop it, or get off on watching. It feels like someone mixed voyeur porn, cheating fantasy and that “oh fuck I made a mistake” feeling into a cocktail.

Sex scenes are not shy at all. When she goes down on someone, you see tongue, spit, everything animated, her fingers digging into his thighs, him grabbing her hair. There is standard stuff like oral and vaginal, but it goes into anal and foot job territory pretty quick if you follow the more corrupt path. I actually laughed when she used her foot to stroke some guy’s cock under a restaurant table while talking about vacation plans with her husband, like this weird mix of TripAdvisor and Pornhub in one shot. And it’s not just her being used either. Sometimes she flips, pins him to the bed, rides his face, tells him when he is allowed to come, full femdom mood. In one route, she straddles him in the car, pulls his hands away when he tries to touch her tits, and makes him beg just for a handjob. Later on she lets another man finish inside her and then comes home to her husband with that “innocent” big ass bouncing on his lap, and if you chose the wrong answer before, he has no idea there is still some other guy’s cum inside her. You can get interracial scenes, shared partners, proper swinging situations where everybody pretends it’s just sex, no feelings, while the game quietly keeps track of every look and every tiny jealous reaction. It feels weirdly real at moments, like when he secretly jerks off to a video of her getting railed by someone else, hand shaking, shame and arousal fighting. And then ten minutes later there is a silly scene of her teasing him with her feet while scrolling TikTok, because this game never decides if it wants to ruin your heart or just make your dick hard.

Second year at Wentford is supposed to be about skipping lectures, half‑assed lab reports and maybe getting laid at some drunk dorm party if you’re lucky. Instead, you blow up one after‑class experiment, wake up with a dick, tits, curves and a body that can’t decide if it wants to be the heroine of a romance VN or the main attraction of Pornhub’s weirdest search page. The game throws you right into that “oh shit” feeling: you’re still you, same memories, same best friend from childhood, same crushes, but now every shower, every locker room, every crowded hallway in campus hits different. People you knew look at you in a new way. Some stare. Some pretend they don’t, then you catch them in the mirror. The whole vibe is “I’m not supposed to be turned on by this” while you’re very obviously turned on by this. It’s funny too, in that stupid meme way. The script has dumb jokes about bad chemistry puns, Dragon Ball references that are slightly wrong on purpose, and horny banter that actually sounds like Discord chat, not like some old dude trying to write “modern youth”. One moment you’re trying to figure out your schedule, next moment your professor bends over the desk and your new dick has its own plans. There is this scene in the lab, where you try to hide a raging futa boner behind a clipboard while your best friend talks about reaction yields, and the animation focuses on her lips way more than on the glassware. It’s not subtle. At all.

Sex stuff ramps up slowly if you want, then suddenly you’re juggling a horny roommate with big tits who “accidentally” walks around in a crop top, a milf neighbor who brings you homemade cookies and checks your “recovery”, and a bunch of girls at campus who think you’re the coolest freak accident ever. Sometimes it’s soft and romantic, kissing in the rain near the dorms, slow handjob in the dark, quiet little I‑love‑you that feels too real. Then next route it’s you buried between a thick ass and a pillow, watching your own cock slide into someone while another girl sits on your face, and you’re like, yeah ok, this escalated. There is lesbian stuff, there is full futa on girl pounding, there is anal that starts with teasing and ends with a messy creampie where you didn’t expect it, there is even that one scene where you get a footjob on the couch while another girl pretends to watch Netflix on her phone. Animations are short loops but they hit the right spots: hips rolling, cum spurts, tongue on clit, subtle ass jiggle. I like that they show the body transformation not just as “haha now you’re hot” but as corruption too. Your choices push you toward being caring and romantic, or a voyeur creep spying through doors, or a jealous cheater who fucks someone raw then still goes home to cuddle another girl like nothing happened. The interracial stuff slips in like it’s no big deal, which I personally like, but some people might want more build‑up there. I kinda wish the school parts had more actual studying, more chemistry puzzles or something, but who am I kidding, nobody loads an eroge for balanced academia. I opened it “just to check it out” on my phone, next thing I know I’m doing route math in a Google Keep note and replaying that scene where your best friend slowly goes from shy curiosity to grinding on your lap in the dorm chair. And there was something I wanted to say about titfucking in the bathroom stall, but now I’m thinking about the corrupted version of that same girl later, when she offers herself to a whole group like it’s totally natural, and I forgot what my point was. Anyway, the game is one long, horny identity crisis with big asses, big choices and that special kind of campus chaos where every door you open might have someone masturbating behind it, including you.

Anna looks like that person you see in the subway who already gave up on the day before 9 in the morning. Gray office, gray boss, gray everything, with the one bright spot being Lucy spamming her phone with stupid memes and soft kisses through text. That feeling when your life is dying slowly but your girl sends you a selfie in elf ears and a tiny bikini and suddenly your whole body goes “oh”. That’s where this game lives, in that dirty little spark between “I love her” and “I kinda want to ruin this”.

Stuff escalates fast once Lucy sends those cosplay photos. They aren’t just cute. They’re horny as hell, and not just because her chest is almost falling out of the costume. There’s this guy, Sig123, always right there in frame, just off to the side, a hand on her hip, a shadow leaning in, and the game keeps shoving his presence in your face without shouting it. One shot has his fingers holding the zipper on her back, another is his lap visible under her as she sits “for the pose”. You’re Anna, looking through Lucy’s gallery, pretending it’s fine, scrolling, zooming in on small details like lipstick slightly smudged or her eyes not looking at the camera, and your brain just starts writing its own porn fanfic you never asked for. Suddenly you’re jerking off to the idea of your own girlfriend being shared, and you hate it, and you also click “next” again.

What I liked is that it doesn’t treat cheating like a simple switch. It starts with these harmless POV fantasies, like you jerk off in the office bathroom imagining Lucy on her knees in that cosplay, but the angle is wrong, and then you realize in your head it’s not you she’s looking up at. That little snap in your stomach? The game leans on that. One moment you’re watching a soft lesbian scene between Anna and Lucy, lazy morning tongues and bed hair, and the next you’re rewatching a clip of Lucy “just rehearsing” a group photoshoot concept and suddenly there are extra hands and extra mouths and you can’t tell if it’s real footage or something Anna is imagining over the top of it. It blurs porn and memory. Or maybe I was just horny and overthinking, but it felt like that.

There’s a nice little cruelty in how often it sticks you in first person while everyone else ignores your feelings. You get POV scenes that should feel loving, Lucy riding you slow, ahegao face way too much for a couple that’s “just having a normal night”, and instead of feeling romantic it starts to look like she’s practicing for someone else. Later, when the group sex stuff hits, you kinda recognize moves she did with you, and that stings in a hot way. At one point, there is this cosplay orgy sequence where Anna is half participating, half watching Lucy get passed around, and it plays it almost casual: a tongue between her legs here, someone gripping Lucy’s hair there, your girlfriend moaning another person’s name, and the camera just lingers like it’s your eyes trying not to blink. The lesbian bits are not some side fetish either, they’re the emotional knife. Two women who clearly care about each other, then one of them slowly getting addicted to attention, to cameras, to being used like a prop while the other discovers she likes the idea of her girl as a public toy way too much. It’s messy, horny, a little mean, sometimes too exaggerated with the faces, but in that way where you roll your eyes and still keep clicking because you want to see just how far Lucy will go before Anna snaps, or worse, before Anna starts directing the whole fucked up show herself.

Fashion Business looks like something I’d scroll past on Nutaku when I’m bored in bed, then somehow I’m still poking at my phone an hour later, half annoyed, half turned on. You play as Monica, this walking definition of “rich bitch” who treats everyone like trash and thinks her tits and money are gravity. At start she’s all queen of the office, barking orders, humiliating staff for fun, flashing legs in stupidly expensive outfits. For cosplay ideas she’s actually perfect: those tight pencil skirts, open blouses with no bra, insane heels you can’t even stand in, plus that smug facial expression. I literally paused once just to screenshot her stockings so I could match the seam line later. And then the game just slowly rips all that power away. One moment she’s firing people, next she’s on the other side of the desk, listening to some greasy manager talk about “new conditions” while your dialogue options are basically blowjob or lose everything.

The voyeur stuff hits early too. There’s this scene where she’s in a changing room, trying on lingerie that looks like it costs more than my rent, and the camera angle is way too interested in her ass while some perv spies through a hole. It starts as “haha, he’s jerking off” and by the end you’re watching her masturbate to her own reflection, like she’s still in love with herself even when you know what’s coming. Later, when her life really starts to crumble, that same body and ego get used for everything: titfucks in ugly backrooms, sloppy oral to skip some debt, getting spanked just because a guy can. There’s a lesbian route that’s half tender, half twisted, like one girl pretending to “help” her while pushing toys in her and then forcing her to watch in a mirror, which felt equal parts hot and pathetic. The sandbox stuff sometimes makes it drag, you just tap around on your phone hoping for a scene that isn’t another jerk teasing her with blackmail pics, but then out of nowhere you hit this moment where she gives a footjob in a cheap motel because she’s too proud to admit she’ll fuck for cash now, and it kind of sticks in your head longer than it should. I wish I could say the corruption path is subtle, but it’s really not, it’s just this slow, mean slide from “I own this city” to “I’m the entertainment,” with a lot of stripping, creampies in places that are absolutely not hygienic, and these tiny, quiet masturbation scenes where she pretends it’s still her choice. And I still hate that one pair of heels she wears in the office, the toe shape is ugly as hell, but anyway.

Carmen looks like the kind of woman you see in a fitness TikTok, all perfect lines and smug balance, and then this game just throws her face first into the filthiest strip-club spiral possible. You start with her being this serious dancer and teacher, all about form and discipline, and pretty fast you are the one deciding if she stays that “good girl who just got unlucky” or turns into a shameless cock-hungry slut who will grind on anything that moves for cash. What surprised me is how much she talks to herself. Literally. Her three personalities, tied to Good, Evil and Lust, sit in her head like a fucked-up Discord server. You do a thing, then you go back to them, and they comment on it, fight with each other, flirt with her, push her. Sometimes the “good” personality sounds tired and jealous, the “evil” one is like a toxic dom friend who keeps saying “come on, just suck it, nobody will know,” and the lust one is that moment when you are already wet and stop pretending you have principles. They react to your choices, so there is this weird pleasure of corrupting not just Carmen, but her inner voices too, like you are grooming her brain from the inside.

The club sections are where the game really starts to feel dirty in a good way. There is a rhythm / memory thing during dances that looks simple on paper, but when you nail a sequence and watch Carmen slide into a split, shake her ass in some cosplay outfit, then crawl to a group of hungry customers, it hits that “I did this” button in your brain. Screw up and she is awkward and a bit shy. Play it well and she bends over, lets her thong ride up her ass, pushes her tits in some girl’s face, lets a couple of hands wander where they shouldn’t in public. Sometimes the manager is watching, sometimes it is a bunch of drunk girls who end up licking her thighs and pulling her aside for lesbian fun in the changing room, sometimes it is a private room with a guy who clearly came for more than a dance. You can lean into exhibition, like having Carmen tease cops on patrol, “accidentally” flash her pussy in a park, or accept some really questionable offers in the club bathroom. And yeah, mind control stuff shows up in a fun, morally disgusting way: certain customers and shady people can mess with her head so she wakes up with cloudy memories, sore pussy or ass, maybe toys lying around in her room, her stats pushed more toward lust or evil, and that creepy little thrill of “I clearly didn’t say yes to this, but I kind of want to see how far it goes.” There are monster girls too, which at first feels random, then you meet this cute thing with horns and a tail who eats Carmen out at the beach like she is starving and suddenly it fits. The best part is when the game just lets you walk around the city in some ridiculous skimpy outfit, like a maid cosplay with no panties, and random events stack on top of each other: a fan recognizes her from the club, begs for a selfie, she “rewards” him in a back alley with sloppy oral; then a woman who saw that invites Carmen to a group party where everyone is already half naked and passing around toys; then she stumbles home late, half-drunk, and there is an option to “just fall asleep on the couch” and oops, that leads to sleep sex content where someone takes advantage of her dozing body while her internal personalities argue if they should wake her or enjoy the feeling. It all feels messy, horny and slightly dangerous, like a porn story that keeps tripping over its own ideas but somehow lands in the exact kind of wrong you were hoping for.

Elena's got that captain energy that makes everyone either want to follow her or hate her guts. This visual novel throws you into the messy world of elite college cheerleading where scholarships hang by threads and social hierarchies get real complicated real fast. The sprite work here isn't winning any awards but there's something weirdly compelling about watching these girls navigate their power games through slightly janky animations that somehow make the groping scenes feel more authentic than polished 3D renders would.

The corruption mechanics unfold naturally as team dynamics shift - one minute you're watching innocent stretching sessions, next thing Elena's using her authority to push boundaries during "private coaching." The lesbian content builds organically from competitive tension rather than just throwing girls together because reasons. When the femdom elements kick in, they feel earned through character development instead of appearing out of nowhere. Though honestly the oral scenes could use better pacing - they rush through foreplay like they're late for practice.

What really works is how the sport uniform fetish integrates with actual cheerleading culture rather than just being costume porn. Elena manipulating team positions to get closer to certain girls, using formation changes as excuses for intimate contact, turning routine corrections into domination plays - it's surprisingly clever worldbuilding for something this unpolished. The vaginal scenes hit different when they're framed as power exchanges within established team hierarchy. Sure, the CG quality varies wildly and some animations loop awkwardly, but players who appreciate psychological buildup over flashy production values will find plenty to screenshot here. The teasing game between characters creates genuine tension that makes the explicit payoffs feel satisfying rather than mechanical. Just don't expect revolutionary gameplay - this is pure visual novel territory with choices that matter more for character relationships than branching storylines.