The storm hits, your ship breaks, people scream, and then there is just water in your lungs and this weird calm feeling like you already fucked up your own story before it even started. When you open your eyes again, it’s hot, everything smells like salt and wet earth, and you are lying on a beach between a half-naked friend you can’t wake up and a dark-skinned girl with feathers in her hair who looks at you like she already knows what you will do to her later. That part made me smirk, honestly. The game doesn’t pretend to be “classy” about it. You drag yourself into this hidden British settlement on the island, with people acting strangely polite, like they are hosting some polite tea party while pretending not to stare at your crotch. They tell you your friend is dead. The way the old guy says “No one survives outside the village at night” is so calm it’s creepy, like he is almost hoping you try.

Sex doesn’t jump on you in the first two clicks and I kind of liked that, even if at one point I was yelling at my monitor because the village chief’s daughter kept teasing me with that loose white shirt and soft accent and still nothing. She keeps leaning in, her tits brushing your chest, voice half-whisper, asking about your dreams and fears. You can actually feel her breath in your ear when she promises to “take care of your tension” if you obey the rules. Virgin, my ass. When she finally drops to her knees in that narrow storage hut, with moonlight cutting through the wooden slats and dust floating around, the wet choking sounds are filthy in a very good way. She looks up at you with those “innocent” eyes while drool and cum drip from her lips. It’s not just click and fade to black. The game lingers on her tongue running along your shaft, on the way her throat tightens when you push a bit too deep, like it wants you to feel that tiny cruelty and enjoy it.

The female voices have this low, hungry warmth that sold the whole island mood for me. The Indian girl has this soft, careful tone at first, like she’s afraid you will break, then later she is ordering you to strip and spreading your legs with her foot on your chest. When she rides you in the jungle clearing, cicadas humming around, her ass bouncing in slow rhythm while she calls you “prey”, the mix between danger and romance feels weirdly right. I just wish the one church scene didn’t have that stupid squeaky floorboard that distracts from her moans; it annoyed me every single time and it will probably stay exactly like that forever. There is a nice contrast between the “good girl” promising love and safety, letting you cum deep inside her with that shaky “don’t pull out, please”, and the woman who makes you lick her clean after she milks you dry, thumb on your tongue, telling you you’re hers now. Sometimes the kissing and soft breathing get more erotic than the full-on creampie, sometimes not at all, and I kept changing my mind which I liked more. Then I remembered I was supposed to care about finding my missing friend and wandered back into the jungle, cock still half hard, trying to decide if the shadows whispering my name were in my head or not. The island doesn’t feel safe, the women definitely aren’t safe, and you keep chasing both anyway.

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.

This one hits that weird spot between horny soap opera and shady crime story, and somehow it works way better than it should. You’re playing this nice-on-surface Yamaguchi husband, but honestly he’s a total piece of shit in the best hentai way. Two families, both freaking out about babies, one guy shooting blanks, one woman with issues, and instead of just going to a clinic like normal people they cook up this “share the dick, share the kid” plan. It sounds dumb when you say it out loud, but inside the game it feels like those old VHS hentai plots where everyone is pretending to be noble while thinking only about who they want to fuck next. The whole “be the wife’s boyfriend” idea is pushed hard: you’re not just knocking up some random MILF, you’re creeping into her daily life, her bed, her phone, her head. One moment she’s a polite housewife pouring tea, next moment she’s choking on your cock, drool on those perfect fake-ahegao lips, and you realize, ah, ok, that’s why this is a mobile game and not on Google Play.

What I like is that the story actually tries. It’s not just click, boob, click, pussy. You get text messages, late-night calls, that slow corruption feeling. She starts off stiff and formal, then the outfits get tighter, the eye contact lasts longer, she “accidentally” brushes your thigh, and before you know it she’s riding you in the room next to her sleeping husband, whispering “don’t make noise” while clearly trying to make you blow in her raw. The 3D CG is that specific horny-asset-store style: big boobs with gravity that kinda makes sense but kinda doesn’t, thick asses tailor-made for doggystyle close-ups, and faces that go full ahegao in a way that would be cringe in anime but here just feels filthy. Scenes don’t stop at vanilla either. There’s a proper femdom mood sometimes, especially when she flips from shy to controlling, sits on your face, presses her foot on your chest, makes you lick her toes clean before even letting you touch her nipples. Footjobs, handjobs under the table, sloppy oral with deepthroat gag sounds, those “I’m married, this is wrong” lines while she’s begging you to cum inside, all that classic pixel-brain porn logic. You even get those interracial vibes when they throw in darker-skinned characters and treat you like the dangerous outsider, which fits the whole blackmail angle that quietly builds in the background. Netori fans will grin, because you’re not getting cucked here, you’re the one screwing up the other guy’s life, taking his wife, maybe his future child, and somehow the game still pretends there might be a happy ending. Plot keeps teasing thriller stuff, like people getting suspicious, doors almost opening during a blowjob, messages from unknown numbers, the kind of tension that makes you keep one hand on the mouse and one on your dick, then forget which one was supposed to be doing what. It’s messy, horny, sometimes stupid, sometimes weirdly emotional, and feels exactly like something you’d hide behind other apps on your phone and swear you only play “for the story” while her big tits bounce on screen for the tenth time in a row.

MC drags his ass back from college, broke, horny, kinda full of himself, and walks into this house where everybody pretends nothing is weird while absolutely everything is horny as hell. You’ve seen that whole “landlady and roommates” thing a thousand times, yeah, but here it’s your grandma’s classy friend stealing the spotlight like some milf-gilf hybrid that knows exactly how much power she has over a dumb young guy. She acts all gentle and wholesome, offering tea, asking about your grades, patting your cheek, then a bit longer hand on your shoulder, leaning too close, soft perfume in your face while her tits accidentally press on your arm. That kind of “oops” that is not an oops at all. And the game lives in that slow grind from cozy cuddling on the couch to “oh shit, I’ve got my dick in my grandmother’s friend while everyone else is asleep in the same house”.

What hits different here is how it mixes the cuddly romance vibe with some pretty filthy stuff without even blinking. One moment she’s tucking you in, stroking your hair, you get that sweet almost vanilla kiss, and ten minutes later she’s on her knees doing this lazy, teasing blowjob while scolding you for staring at her big ass every morning. And it keeps going deeper: anal, rimming, spit, sloppy handjobs under a blanket while the TV is on, titjobs where she’s laughing because you finish too fast, then making you do it again. There’s this whole thing with her “training” you, switching between femdom and fake innocence, calling you a good boy then turning around and letting you slam her from behind with this messy creampie that actually matters for the story. Pregnancy hints sneak in, those late-night scenes where she presses your hand against her belly and casually drops “What if I kept your seed inside me?” like that’s just small talk. Add in twins visiting, the neighbor with milf energy, a shy virgin girl from next door, and suddenly you’re juggling a harem where everyone sort of knows something is off but nobody wants to say it out loud. So you get group shower scenes where someone “helps” wash your dick, spanking games in the living room when nobody’s home, cosplay nights where she’s dressed like a strict teacher and you end up licking her pussy clean as punishment, and even weirdly tender footjob moments where she uses her toes and just smiles, telling you to relax. The game goes hard on urination and squirting if you push those paths, the kind of stuff where she sits on your face and just lets go, then acts like it was a totally normal “massage”. You get pegged if you’re into that, or you turn it around and go full maledom, choking and groping, bending her over the kitchen counter while the kettle is still boiling. Somehow, in between all the bdsm gear, toys shoved in all the places, lesbian side fun in the guest room, and her worshiping your cock like it’s some holy relic, it still keeps looping back to this weirdly warm romance where you two cuddle after ruining the sheets and talk about nothing in particular like the whole house isn’t one big slow-burning cheating festival.