Storm, wet wood, that weird mix of salt and fear in your throat, and right in the middle of that you’ve got her: this perfect elven wife who still somehow looks holy even with her robes clinging to her curves. The game throws you onto this nameless island like the ocean just spat you out, and suddenly your “happily ever after” feels like a joke with bad timing. It’s not a complicated setup, actually kind of simple, which makes it worse. You, the loyal husband, still trying to act like a hero. Her, the devout priestess who actually believes all that purity talk. And then that guy, Borwin, this sweaty, wheezing sailor with piggy eyes who starts looking at her like she’s the last piece of meat in the world. The whole thing is a slow punch in the gut, because nothing explodes, nobody just jumps into fucking right away. It just stretches. Long glances. His “accidental” touches. Her nervous smile that hangs a little too long. And you get stuck watching, almost tasting that ugly mix of jealousy and arousal in your own mouth, like cheap rum you didn’t mean to drink.

What hit me hardest is how the game doesn’t rush the dirty stuff. First it plays with your brain. They’re sitting close to the fire, he laughs too loud, his hand lands on her thigh, and she doesn’t slap it away. Not right away. You feel that little sting in your chest, like, “hey, that’s my wife,” but you also stare at the screen longer than you should. When he ogles her tits through soaked fabric, it’s not subtle, and she notices, but instead of screaming she blushes and fidgets and pretends she didn’t see. It’s messed up, watching her slowly slide from “holy and untouchable” to “kind of flattered that this filthy bastard wants her so bad.” The corruption is mostly in her expressions, tiny shifts. Mouth a bit more parted when he leans close. Eyes not quite meeting yours. Then the touches change. His hand on her ass when he helps her “climb over a rock.” His fingers brushing along the inside of her thigh while he plays it off like he’s checking a wound. There’s a scene where she’s kneeling in front of him, supposedly “tending an injury,” and the camera knows exactly what your brain is doing. Her face is too close to his crotch, her lips too wet, and for a second the game just lets you sit there wondering if she’s going to use her mouth on him or if you’re just filthy for even thinking it.

At some point the line breaks and you don’t even remember exactly where. One night the priestess who swore her body belongs to the gods is on her back, robe pushed up, legs spread, and the guy filling her is not you. She moans in a way you’ve never heard from her scenes with you, louder, less controlled, like her body finally stopped pretending. Her tits bounce when he pounds into her, her ass lifts up to meet him, and you feel this horrible heat in your gut because the animation really leans into how much she’s getting into it. She grabs his arm, begs him not to stop, and the worst part is how her words sound half like prayer, half like porn. There’s this nasty little bit where he gropes her under the pretense of “warming her up” after a cold night, his thick fingers pushing under her clothes, and she’s shivering but not from the cold anymore. She bites her lip, tries to mumble something about “marriage vows,” but she’s grinding against his hand while she says it. Oral, handjob, full-on fucking, it all comes, just not in the order your pride would like. The game never lets you escape that tight, ugly feeling of watching your “treasure” get taken, then watching her start to want it more than anything you ever gave her. And you know what makes it even dirtier? There’s no choice to fix it, no magic button to “save” her. You’re just there, stuck in your own skin, watching this elf with a big perfect ass and soft bouncing tits get slowly rewritten by a disgusting sailor, and somewhere in the middle of her crying and moaning you realize you’re stroking yourself and hating yourself at the same time.

You start as the guy every NTR story loves to hate, but here you’re the one everyone secretly wants to fuck. No drama about feelings, no crying in the shower, just you walking around town, stacking numbers and ruining relationships for fun. The game throws you into this small city that feels like a horny version of a Facebook friend list: bored wives, frustrated girlfriends, “loyal” fiancées who stop being loyal the second you smile at them. It’s a sandbox, so nothing holds your hand. You just wander, click places, talk shit, flirt, push boundaries, then push them a lot harder. One second you’re casually chatting in a coffee shop, the next you’ve got someone’s big-titted girlfriend on her knees in the back alley, drooling on your cock and trying not to moan too loud because her boyfriend is literally a few meters away staring at his phone like an idiot.

The art is that kind of 2D that looks like it was made by a horny cartoonist who never learned “subtle”. Tits are huge, asses even bigger, everything jiggles when it should, sometimes when it shouldn’t, and the animations focus on the exact things you’re here for: a hand digging into a soft ass while you pound her pussy from behind, lips stretching around your dick, her mascara running while she tries to keep eye contact. There’s this one scene where you’re in some fake “yoga class”, and the instructor’s ass is just in your face in this impossible pose. You do a few dumb dialog choices, pretend to care about breathing and “inner peace”, and ten clicks later you’ve got her bent over the mat, her leggings halfway down, and she’s trying to keep her composure while you fuck her slow and deep. The game loves that contrast: calm setting, then suddenly her moans sync with the little looped animation of her cheeks clapping against your hips. It’s stupid. It’s hot. It works.

What I like is how often the game lets you be an absolute dick and still get rewarded. You can charm them, sure, but you can also just be this cocky bastard, grabbing their ass mid-sentence, shoving their face into your crotch while they “hesitate” for half a line before going full cock worship. There’s a lot of groping and teasing, you get scenes where you’re just casually feeling a girl up while her boyfriend is in the next room, and she whispers “don’t stop” even though her phone keeps lighting up with his messages. The dating sim layer is light but enough to loop you in: raising their affection, figuring out which joke will make them laugh, then using that trust to drag them into your orbit. You’ll go from flirty texts to them sitting in your lap, tits out, grinding on your hard dick while they pretend it’s “just for fun”. And yeah, sometimes the humor is dumb as hell, with stupid puns and over-the-top macho lines that made me roll my eyes, but then the game throws an animation of her sucking you messy, spit strings and everything, and suddenly that joke doesn’t matter anymore. It’s all about you being the bull in a world full of fragile little relationships just waiting to be split open.

Finn is that guy in the office who pretends to care about firewalls while actually staring at cameras more than spreadsheets. Cyber security specialist, nice salary, boring job, except his whole workplace is basically one big horny playground because he rigged the system so he can watch his wife, Luna, from every angle. And yeah, the game knows exactly what it’s doing with that. You’re sitting there, in his chair, with a dozen screens glowing, and on half of them Luna is stretching in tight shorts, or showering with the door “accidentally” left half open, or chatting with some dude who smiles just a bit too wide. It’s a voyeur fantasy, but not the usual “secret creepy dude in the bushes” thing. This is your own wife, who actually loves you, smiles at the camera sometimes, then forgets it’s even there and shows way more than she probably should.

Luna is written like that sporty girl you see in Instagram reels: cute, bouncy, kind of too trusting, and always wearing something that clings where it shouldn’t. One moment she’s laughing on the couch in a tank top, sitting on your lap and stroking you lazily while she talks about her day, giving you a messy handjob that feels more like teasing than real relief. Next scene, she’s in the kitchen, licking some cream off her finger in a way that clearly isn’t just about the cream, and of course Finn has zoomed in, watching her tongue in HD while he palms himself. The 3D models do a lot of heavy lifting here; her tits compress realistically when she leans on the counter, her ass has that slight bounce when she walks away, and when you finally get her naked on the bed and slide between her legs, there’s this slow, wet, unhurried vaginal scene where the camera just sits right in the best angle and lets the rhythm speak. Sometimes that same bed is where you fuck her tits, with her trying to keep eye contact, cheeks flushed, your cock sliding between her boobs while she keeps licking at the tip when it pops up. It looks stupidly good and also slightly ridiculous, which somehow makes it hotter.

The game is weird because it pretends to be about “who is stealing money from the company” but half the clues are basically excuses to put Luna in more dangerous, horny situations. You go through logs, check cameras, see her in the gym flirting with a muscular guy who spots her a little too close, his hands “helping” on her hips, fingers pressing in, and you just know this can turn into groping if you push the story that way. Sometimes you do nothing and just watch, her tits bouncing while she does squats, sweat on her back, earbuds in. Other times you nudge things and suddenly there’s a scene in the locker room where the towel slips and she’s standing there completely nude, pretending to be shy but not actually reaching for it too fast. Exhibitionism sneaks in like that, little by little. There are moments where she’s out on the balcony in just a loose shirt, no panties, the city lights behind her, and you watch from the security feed while she fingers herself for you, or for whoever might be watching. Hard to tell, and that’s sort of the point.

It doesn’t stay soft for long either. There’s a whole side of the story that pushes into more rough territory when other men get involved, and it hits that messy space between swinging and full-on cheating. One evening you see Luna on a date she thinks is “just business drinks”, legs crossed in a short dress, and the guy’s hand slowly rides up her thigh under the table. She fakes a scolding look but doesn’t move his hand away. Later, in the car, he’s got her kneeling over his lap, giving him sloppy oral, drool running down her chin while you watch on your phone like a fucking addict, hating it and jerking off at the same time. In another branch, there’s a black coworker who takes the flirting way further, pinning her against the office window at night, one hand on her throat, the other dragging her panties aside and pushing into her from behind. The game lingers on that tight anal scene where she’s gasping, fingernails scratching the glass, torn between pain and pleasure. And you’re there, again, only as a watcher. Sometimes the camera cuts to Finn gritting his teeth and stroking himself while his wife gets filled by someone else, sometimes it doesn’t, which somehow feels worse.

There’s also more tender stuff, surprisingly. Quiet evenings where Luna is on top, riding slow, talking dirty in your ear, promising it’s only you while she grinds your cock inside her and you grab her ass. Then later that same night she’s drunk and giggly, stripping for some “private game” that accidentally is very public because she forgot one camera is always recording. Watching her give a friend a “silly” lap dance that turns into full lesbian grinding, hands under tops, mouths on nipples, then full-on pussy eating on the couch, that’s where the teasing turns into full voyeurism again. The sexual harassment bits aren’t played soft either: a boss brushing too close to her at work, a hand staying a little too long on her waist, then a full-on scene in his office if you let it happen, where she’s bent over the desk, skirt up, panties shoved aside, her trying to protest but moaning anyway. None of it feels safe, and that’s kind of the hook, even when the game pretends it’s about catching a thief. I keep meaning to complain about how Finn types on his keyboard. He just hammers the keys like he’s never seen a PC before and it drives me nuts every time. And then I forget because Luna is on-screen again, half naked, doing something she probably shouldn’t be doing for anyone but you. Or maybe she always was doing it for you and you just lost control of the story somewhere along the way.

Temptation’s Ballad feels like someone took a horny D&D session, removed the shy players, pumped the bard full of slutty energy and then forgot to write a safe word. You start in this medieval fantasy city that pretends to be serious with demons and noble houses and gods and whatever, but the game is very honest about what actually matters: who you’re going to fuck, how badly you’re going to mess up your party’s reputation, and how much property damage your dick (or tits) indirectly causes. It calls itself “fairly linear” but it doesn’t feel stiff. More like a drunk march in one direction where you keep getting distracted by a hot ass in the alley, some half‑clothed monster girl in a tavern, or a noble milf who really needs “help” with her magic circle. One moment you’re trying to act like a real hero, the next you’re getting your face sat on by a smug futa demon who treats you like her favorite chew toy. The story leans on the classic trio of idiots party setup: disaster gay, smug bastard, and something in between that definitely should not be trusted around potions. Their banter is half the fun, because they talk like actual horny people who overshare, tease, flirt too hard, then pretend it was “just a joke” while obviously staring at each other’s bulges. There’s real romance in there, surprisingly soft sometimes, and the game just throws it next to scenes where someone is getting spanked in a backroom while a voyeur peeks through the cracks. It shouldn’t work together, but it does, like putting lube on holy water.

The erotic tone is really on that line between silly and nasty. You get all the classic stuff: sloppy oral, tits used like they’re religious objects, thick cocks that clearly don’t follow standard fantasy anatomy rules, creampies that would absolutely require healing spells after. The city of Axia feels like a sandbox for kinks, even if the main plot is straight like an arrow. You’ll walk into a side scene thinking “okay, just dialogue” and suddenly there is a dommy knight stepping on someone’s chest, or a monster girl wrapping a tail around a guy’s throat while riding him. There’s casual interracial stuff, big black cock jokes thrown in like shitposts, and netorare tension playing in the background when someone’s crush gets a little too cozy with a rival. The game never stops to politely explain corruption or cheating either, it just lets you sit there with that ugly horny feeling in your chest while a character moans another person’s name. Sometimes the pacing is a mess and a really nice emotional beat gets bulldozed by a sex scene with way too much groping and not enough build up, like the writer was afraid to let you breathe. I kinda hate that. I also kinda love it. The soundtrack is the quiet hero here, by the way. Fantasy tavern strings and flutes that slide into slow, bass‑heavy, low‑tempo tracks when clothes start coming off, the kind of music that makes you turn down your volume on Discord because you know exactly what you’re doing. There’s even this one track that loops during a teasing scene where a character keeps grinding on your lap but “won’t let you cum yet” and the rhythm matches the fucking text speed. That little sync made me laugh and then immediately shut up because it actually turned me on. It’s not a classy game. It doesn’t want to be. It’s messy, loud, horny, too obsessed with big boobs and bigger problems, and Axia feels like a place where every summer vacation ends with someone pregnant, corrupted, or tied to a bed. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?