Intertwined feels like somebody smashed together a horny gay romance, creepy cosmic horror and furry body weirdness, then wrapped it in a visual novel that pretends to be gentle but keeps poking places you try not to think about. You play a guy who is very much not okay, walking around in this fantasy world that looks normal on the surface and then suddenly is not normal at all. The game never just goes “here is your route, pick your boyfriend.” Instead it keeps a quiet little score in the background with this devotion thing, and then later the story suddenly remembers that choice you made when you were half distracted scrolling Twitter and hits you with “oh you wanted this, remember?” That part actually got me to close Chrome on my phone a few times and stare at my ceiling, which is not what I usually expect from a porn game where I was mostly trying to see some cock and maybe a cute tail. The sex scenes are not thrown at you every five minutes, they sneak up on you when you are emotionally soft, after some death talk or some heavy trauma shit, and I kind of hated that and also loved it. One minute you are reading about someone’s wounds and the next you are watching two guys tear each other’s clothes off in a ruined temple like this is a therapy session with dicks out. The stripping is sometimes playful, like “oops my shirt fell,” but then you get stuff where you are forced to stand half naked in someplace you really should not, while monsters and maybe gods are watching, and that hits the exhibitionism nerve in a nasty good way. It is lewd, but sweaty, nervous-lewd, not “haha porn logic.”

I tried my best to skip combat or violence when possible, and the game actually lets you be that kind of soft idiot. You can avoid some fights by talking, flirting, or just choosing not to push people, which I appreciate, but then consequence bites you in the ass later because you did not grow the balls the story wanted you to grow. Bodies are not fixed here. One scene you are still just a scared human guy, later you wake up with claws, fur, or things under your skin that move wrong, and the text leans hard into that transformation horror. It is sexy and gross at the same time, like your own reflection is trying to seduce you while also whispering that you are not really you anymore. The furry stuff is not just “he has ears and a tail, please clap.” There is this slow, squirmy feeling of changing into something more wild, more dangerous, and sometimes that turns you on against your own will, which is fucked up in a way that works here. Some of the romance routes feel cozy and warm, with two guys just trying to hold each other together in a broken world, and then out of nowhere the story drops another mental breakdown or suicide memory and I suddenly wonder why I was jerking off five minutes earlier. The art is 2D and actually expressive, like faces change a lot, not just copy paste, but every now and then a hand looks a bit weird and it stuck in my head way more than it should. I kept poking the save slots like a maniac because the devotion system loves to lock scenes behind “you were not devoted enough” or “you were devoted to the wrong thing,” so there is this slightly toxic replay feeling where you go back just to see that one alternate sex scene with more skin and maybe more teeth. Best way to enjoy it? Play horny, but don’t rush the text. Let the quiet moments and the fucked up cosmic stuff marinate, then when the clothes finally come off, ride that scene for every dirty, uncomfortable, delicious second.

Anno is that kind of nerd wizard who looks like he should be staying in the tower reading scrolls, but instead he keeps tripping into the filthiest situations possible and somehow it feels… believable? You start like a proper fantasy court mage, serious prophecy, city to protect, all that epic stuff, and five minutes later you are making really bad choices in a dungeon because a monster girl with ridiculous tits is promising “just a tiny reward” if you let her sit on your face. The tone is funny in a stupid way, like horny DnD group that lost control of the session, but it still plays like a normal turn based RPG, not some click-on-the-flashlight porn thing. You’re checking stats and gear and then, oops, your “strategy” ends with you pinned to the wall getting used like a toy while she laughs at you. High culture.

The corruption feeling is good, because at the beginning Anno is more like “I must study this creature for magical research” and by the time you grind a bit, he is basically a walking hard-on with a spellbook. The game is really into humiliating him in that fun way where he technically wins the fight, but the “reward” scene still has him on his knees, getting jerked off or sucked dry while he moans like some brainwashed virgin who never saw tits before. Which is funny because half of the girls are total MILF energy with huge asses that bounce way more than gravity should allow. There is a lot of oral, a lot of grabbing his crotch in dialogue, some group scenes where he is just drowning in slime and semen and tentacles and you just watch the animation and think, ok, that’s too much, play it again. There is mind control too, that “oops your resistance failed, now you’re her obedient little slave” vibe, and it really goes in on that ahegao, drooling, eyes-rolled-back thing when he gets stuffed from more than one side. Sometimes combat feels like foreplay that lasts too long, I wanted the scene already, but then one enemy suddenly wiped me because I was horny and didn’t heal and I got actually mad at myself, like, bro, at least drink a potion before you go chase the next creampie CG.

I like how the dungeon itself works almost like a horny safari. You just wander around, poke suspicious walls, and the game goes “nice trap, now three monster girls want to share you” and suddenly you’re in animated group sex with cum flying everywhere. There’s this one moment where a cute “innocent” girl wants to “study human anatomy” and ends up straddling him and grinding until she gets him to cum inside, then makes some casual pregnancy comment like it’s no big deal, and the scene just keeps looping with her riding and his face completely gone, and that stuck with me more than the bigger, flashier scenes. I wish outfits changed more, like, as a cosplayer I am crying a bit, because some of these designs are perfect to build in real life and then the game keeps one angle only and my brain is screaming “turn around, I need to see the back straps.” The humor is stupid in a good way, but sometimes it leans a little too meme-y for me, and then the next scene is just raw, messy bukkake on a monster girl who looks way too proud to be painted white. The sandbox feeling is nice, you wander, poke, get groped, accidentally trigger handjobs in places that should be safe, like it’s casual sexual harassment world and the MC is the only one who thinks it’s weird. And then at some point you stop thinking it’s weird too. Not sure that’s a good thing. Or maybe it is. I’m still “testing.”

There is this cat girl in college who honestly feels like she’s born under some weird star. You start with her just trying to be normal student, go to lectures, maybe pass exams, but very fast it turns into “how horny can internet be today” situation. Instacat is everywhere here, it feels like that cursed app on your phone that you know is bad for mental health but still open every five minutes. Every choice you make for her, you feel this mix of “I want her to find true love” and “yeah ok post that thirsty selfie in the dorm bathroom with the towel almost falling off.” The game lets you lean into both. One moment she’s shy, ears low, tail nervous, trying to talk to that one cute classmate in the cafeteria. Next moment she’s grinding in some party, her crop top sliding up, nipples kinda poking through, everyone filming, and you are staring at the option like: do I lean into the scandal, or save her reputation a bit. I told myself I’d protect her. I did not protect her at all.

What I really liked is how small choices snowball into horny chaos. You say yes to a “study session” with this flirty cheerleader cat girl and then suddenly you have her on your lap, licking your neck, purring in your ear, hands creeping inside your shorts, while textbooks are just sitting there like decoration. Then you later see the Instacat story of that night and realize some other character saw it too, and future scenes change, more jealous text messages, more late night calls, more “come to my room, we need to talk” that never stays only talking. There are proper sweet moments hidden inside all the filth, like when you comfort another girl who crashed hard from a scandal, hugging in her dorm bed, tail wrapping your waist, kiss starting soft then turning into that slow, breathy grind under the sheets, underwear pushed aside, bodies very close and sticky, with this feeling like you are not just hooking up, you are choosing her. It feels fated sometimes, like “ok, this route is the one the universe wanted” even if you arrived there by being a total horny disaster. The game makes you laugh at stupid memes, then two clicks later you’re watching your cat girl ride someone on a desk in an empty classroom, skirt bunched at her hips, claws digging into shoulders, moaning loud enough that if destiny is real, it is definitely a pervert.

Royal Madness is probably the closest thing to a horny fairytale written by a very drunk court painter who really likes cats with huge tits and smug faces. You’re tossed in as Lewis, bastard ocelot prince, and the world instantly treats your royal blood like a kink rather than a title. It’s not subtle about it. Every rival, every “enemy,” every supposed threat ends up circling one question: are you fucking them into your harem, or are they turning you into their cute little pet instead. The game doesn’t pretend to be noble. It treats power as a sex toy and nobility as an excuse to collar people and re-style their bodies until they match your tastes a bit too perfectly.

What I liked is that the characters aren’t just recolors of the same cat-girl with different boobs. The art actually feels like someone sat there and thought “ok, what if a smug lioness warlord had hips like a fertility statue and armor that only makes sense if her nipples are a political statement.” Sometimes it looks messy, lines a bit shaky, anatomy going off on its own adventure, but that fits the energy. It’s not corporate clean, more like horny sketchbook that got out of control. There is this rhino general, for example, huge chest, scars across the muzzle, and when you win their challenge the magic doesn’t just slap “now they are pretty” filter. No, you literally watch the body warp piece by piece, broad muscles smoothing or sharpening, maybe the tits swelling stupidly big while they gasp halfway between outrage and getting turned on by losing. That slow change hits way harder than a simple “transformation finished” screen.

The actual structure is that loose sandbox style where you hop from one hot mess to another, switching perspective between male and female protagonist when the story feels like it, not when you are ready. One scene you’re Lewis using magic to slowly erode the pride of a tiger knight, teasing him until his cock and even his voice betray how much he wants to kneel. Next time the game flips and you’re playing as one of your own ex-rivals, now loyal, wandering your palace and accidentally starting something filthy with a new intruder who thought they’d be the one on top. That shift is the fun part. You see the same harem from different eyes, sometimes as a conqueror, sometimes as the newest toy, sometimes as the one being “improved” by your own magic. And the kinks slide around too. One route gives you a stacked lion queen that you carefully nudge from terrifying monarch into doting, overprotective mommy dom, then another throws you against a seemingly submissive bunny clerk that ends with you collared, hips reshaped, moaning her name while she tests how flexible ocelot royalty can be when properly “reformed.” Half the time I was cursing at the tiny UI buttons and weird pacing, the other half I was staring at the screen of my phone on the tram, trying not to bite my lip like a complete idiot.

If you really want to squeeze every filthy drop out of it, don’t rush straight to the obvious sex scenes. Poke around the challenges, lose on purpose sometimes, see how the transformations twist when you’re the loser instead of the victor. Talk to characters again after you’ve changed them, especially the big tits crowd and the ones who pretended they didn’t care about you. Watch how their new bodies and new roles corrupt their own original goals. Treat each battle less like a level and more like a negotiation with the world’s nastiest fashion designer. That’s where the game actually gets hot.