Dahlia’s Ordeal feels like watching an edgy late‑night fantasy cartoon that someone hacked and replaced half the scenes with porn and the other half with people getting hurt for real. The whole thing rides on this one girl, Dahlia, who looks like she should be the sweet fantasy princess type, but the game just keeps kicking her down the stairs, figuratively and sometimes almost literally. It starts kind of slow, like a normal mystery with creepy family tension, you walk around, click through dialogue, try to figure out who’s lying, and then suddenly the story grabs you by the throat with graphic violence and ugly family shit. One moment people are arguing in a quiet room with candlelight, next moment there’s blood on the floor and you’re wondering when exactly things went off the rails. The corruption angle is not subtle at all: she gets pushed, pressured, blackmailed, humiliated, then you get these choices where you can lean into it and make her act filthier, or try to keep her some kind of “good girl” while everything around her rots. Both roads are fucked, just in different flavors.

From the animation side, the cutscenes are rough in a way that kind of fits the story. You can feel the team is going for 2D comic vibes: sharp lines, expressive faces, a lot of close‑ups on eyes, lips, hands. During the oral scenes, the camera loves staying on her face, drool stringing down, mascara a bit wrecked, that kind of cheap but effective porn shot. There is one scene where Dahlia is on her knees in a dark corridor, forced to give a handjob while her uncle keeps talking about “family duty” and the camera doesn’t show penetration at all, just his hand in her hair and her fingers squeezing around his shaft in rhythm. The animation is slightly jittery, frames not always smooth, but that roughness weirdly makes it feel more uncomfortable, like you’re watching something you’re not supposed to see. And then you get a spanking cutscene where the sound design suddenly goes hard: the smack noises are sharp, skin gets red panel by panel, and the camera keeps cutting between her biting her lip and his hand raised again. They clearly had fun drawing bruises. Maybe too much fun.

Sexual harassment scenes are everywhere and honestly a bit exhausting. Guards grabbing her, hands on her thigh during “normal” conversations, people calling her names, using her as bargaining chip, all that trainer‑style slow breaking of a girl who started with some pride. And the story kind of teases “retribution” but keeps you hanging, so for a long time it’s just her being used: forced oral, shoved against walls, humiliation in front of people that should protect her. There’s one oral scene where the guy finishes on her face, then wipes it with his thumb and makes her lick it, and instead of going full porn glam the art keeps her looking small, a bit dead in the eyes. I liked that they didn’t glamorize the bloodier moments either; when graphic violence happens, it’s messy, quick, and not “cool”. Sometimes the expressions go wonky, like she looks cross‑eyed during a serious line, or hands are weird, and UI text boxes clip into the art in a way that made me stare more at the font than her tits. Also whoever chose that notification sound should be in jail, it pings at the worst moments and I kept thinking Discord was open. The cheating angle is there too, half‑whispered: people fucking behind backs, Dahlia being pushed into acts that betray what little family loyalty she still has, but the game never stops to moralize. It just lets the ugliness sit on the screen. I kept waiting for a soft, wholesome scene, like a break, a bath, a hug. It never really comes.

Euryale’s Gambit feels like someone took a horny myth nerd, a violent RPG fan, and that one friend obsessed with big asses, locked them in a Discord call, and told them “make a time travel porn game, no filters.” You play as Euryale, a smug little demon with huge tits and bigger attitude, dropped into 19th century drama where everyone is either bleeding, moaning, or both. The story pretends it’s about saving the future from some terrible fate, but let’s be honest, half the time you’re “saving the timeline” by shoving her face between thighs or letting her ride people until the screen is basically just skin, sweat, and some honestly ridiculous squirting effects that look like someone got a bit too excited with the particle settings. One minute you’re in a serious scene talking about destiny and ancient curses and all that, next minute you’re pinning some poor girl to a dusty couch and Euryale is grinding on her face like she’s trying to kill her with pussy. It’s chaos, but in that fun, trashy way where you keep saying “ok last scene” and then stay for five more.

What actually surprised me is how much the fighting bits and the lewd stuff like to bleed into each other. You’ll be in an RPG-style encounter, thinking it’s just stats and skills, then win, and the “reward” is Euryale basically turning the battlefield into a sex dungeon. One of the fights I had ended with the enemy on their knees, Euryale grabbing their hair, forcing deep oral until she’s moaning right into the AI voice mic, and after that she just flips around, sits on their face, and the camera goes low so all you see is her big ass smothering them while their hands are twitching. The group scenes get wild too. There’s one where it’s basically a demon myth orgy in some candlelit temple, bodies everywhere, and you end up juggling between ramming into someone from behind while Euryale rides another girl’s mouth in front of you, tits bouncing in this exaggerated 3D way that makes zero physical sense, but your brain is like “yeah ok sure I buy this.” The harem vibe creeps up slowly, first it’s one girl, then another, then family drama shows up with that “we probably shouldn’t” incest energy and suddenly Euryale’s got this little circle of lovers who all kinda want to fuck each other too. The lesbian stuff is honestly the best part, especially when she completely dominates some prim, 19th century lady, sits on her face, and doesn’t let up until she’s shaking and squirting all over her chin while the AI voice actress moans like her mic is right in her throat. The violence hits hard, then the sex hits harder, and the whole thing feels like a fever dream made by someone who likes mythology, porn, and making you feel just a tiny bit dirty for enjoying all of it this much.

Moonlight throws you into this dirty, glossy future where everyone pretends they’re happy because their brain is on a leash. Neural implants drip little shots of pleasure in your head while an app rents out your meat-suit to whatever corpo wants a warm body. It sounds ridiculous but it feels… too close. You’re this burnt-out detective with more regrets than friends, poking around a death that smells like murder but is written up as “unfortunate malfunction”. Classic. Except here the corpse has an implant history that doesn’t add up, a porn subscription tied to a dead identity, and an ex who cries like she’s rehearsed but still clutches his jacket like a real widow. The game keeps you in that sweet spot where you’re never sure if people are lying or if the tech is lying for them. Also there is so much teasing it’s almost rude. One moment you’re going through encrypted chat logs, next moment a milf corporate handler is leaning over your shoulder, blouse half open, casually asking whether you’ve ever tried orgasm lock with a neural override. The flirting keeps cutting through the bleakness in a way that feels very queer to me, like everyone is using horniness as armor. I relate too much probably.

Sex scenes don’t come flying at you every two clicks, they crawl up slowly, like bad decisions at a bar. You talk, you joke, you push someone too hard in an interrogation, they push back, things snap. I had one scene where I was questioning this older lab tech, soft belly, tired eyes, very “I have seen some shit”. We start arguing about consent when your body is on remote control, and suddenly she’s grabbing the collar of your coat, pressing you against a sterile glass wall, telling you she wants to feel a real tongue, not a programmed rhythm. The game lets you decide if you go down on her right there among the humming machines while security cameras pretend to sleep, or if you pull away and keep playing the noble asshole. The animation sells it in a very unpolished way; sometimes the lips clip a bit or the angles look too porn-hub, but honestly it kind of fits. It feels like underground smut recorded in a shitty rented apartment, not some corpo-funded sex sim. There’s blood too, real rough stuff. One route turned into a total mess when the guy I was tailing got his implant fried right in front of me, smoke out of his nose, body twitching on the ground while my character is still half hard from a blowjob in the alley five minutes before. It’s uncomfortable and hot and confusing, and the writing never stops to hold your hand and tell you how to feel. Queer vibe shows up more in the edges than in labels: guys checking you out in clubs, women in sharp suits who don’t care what’s in your pants as long as you can keep up, trauma and desire tangled together. Some romance paths clearly want you to think they’re soft and wholesome, then they will turn around and ask you to choke them while they’re jacked into a virtual beach. And I swear the text messages you get on your in-game phone remind me of my ex who used to sext from the metro, like there is this messy, non-perfect English in some lines that actually hits very close to home for me as a non native speaker. Nothing feels translated for a straight American audience, just tossed at you to deal with. It’s horny, fucked up, a bit clunky, and somehow that makes it more honest.

Athens is on fire and horny at the same time, which honestly feels right for this game. You’ve got these three goddess sisters, all smug and divine and way too confident, wandering off their comfy island and dropping themselves into a city where gods, demons and succubi are tearing shit apart. It starts like some myth textbook that got drunk on Pornhub. One minute you’re standing on a marble balcony with a perfect view of the burning city, the next you’re watching a demon girl with horns and glowing eyes kneel between the protagonist’s thighs and take her time like she’s worshipping a temple. The game likes to pretend it’s about war and divine politics, but the story keeps shoving you face first into sex scenes where everything is wet, animated and way more intimate than the usual click-to-fuck stuff. I actually laughed once because a scene opened all dramatic with thunder and screaming soldiers, then cut straight to one of the sisters stroking off a captured demigod, slow handjob, her wrist flexing just enough, while she’s negotiating his loyalty like it’s part of the contract. Totally ruined the “epic” moment, but in the best way. Or worst. I still haven’t decided.

The female protagonist part hits different here because you’re not just watching her get used, she’s making choices that swing between “save the mortals” and “shove your tongue in that succubus’ mouth right now”. Some of the lesbian stuff is stupidly hot. One scene in a half-collapsed temple, there’s broken statues all around and blood on the floor, and still the game slows down for this quiet moment where she’s going down on her own sister, gentle at first, then more desperate, like they both know the Olympians are hunting them but can’t keep their hands off each other. It should be tragic, but I was mostly focused on how detailed the licking animation was. The incest angle is not shy at all: kisses that last too long, hands under robes, soft moans echoing against stone walls, like the whole pantheon is listening. At some point a god’s head literally gets smashed in right after a blowjob, blood spraying on marble, and I was just sitting there like, what the hell, my dick and my brain are absolutely not on the same page. The 3D models look great in motion, breasts actually bounce when someone gets pinned to the floor, but then a random background NPC will have a face like a melted potato and you can’t unsee it. Still, the game keeps dragging you back in with these twisted little moments: a succubus gently wiping cum off the heroine’s lips with her thumb, a sister whispering “don’t leave me” right after she makes her climax with just her fingers, Olympian soldiers screaming in the distance, forgotten. It’s messy, horny, violent, sometimes weirdly sweet, and occasionally you’ll catch yourself wondering if the gods are the villains here or if it’s just you for enjoying every second of it.