You start broke as hell with this pretty normal, kind of shy wife, and it feels almost innocent at first. Just you, her, some money problems, cheap phone camera, tiny apartment. Feels like a boring life sim at the beginning, talking about bills and favors and that old buddy from school who suddenly shows up looking way too rich and way too confident. Then one small choice about filming “just a little something” for cash turns into this spiral of “ok, what if we try one more thing” and suddenly you’re not really sure if you’re filming porn, selling your pride, or both.

What I liked is how the wife doesn’t wake up one day and go full pornstar. She starts nervous, asking you if the angle is ok, worrying about her makeup, blushing when she licks you on camera for the first time. You see her slowly getting used to being watched. First it’s only you holding the phone and trying not to shake it when she goes down on you. Then the old friend shows up with his stupid grin, “helping” with better lighting and some “ideas,” and suddenly you are behind the camera while your own wife is on her knees for another guy who is clearly bigger, darker, more confident, just owning the scene while you pretend it’s all for money. There is this messed up thrill where you tell yourself you are the director, but you know you’re just the guy zooming in while your wife gets used like a toy.

Pulls feel like a gacha session for my dignity. I sit there clicking through scenes like rolling for a new outfit, except here it’s “will she let him cum on her face this time” or “are we going to try a second guy” or “does she ask for it herself.” That moment when she stops looking at you for approval and starts looking at the other man’s cock instead, that shit hit harder than any SSR drop. I was like, ok, I came for a simple hotwife thing and now I’m halfway lost in some mental NTR rabbit hole, watching my own avatar zoom in on his wife getting stretched in positions they never did together. There is this one scene where you’re behind the camera and she moans another dude’s name by accident, and the game just lets it hang there. No dramatic music, no big popup, just that little text box and her mouth full of someone else, and you feel your stomach flip while your dick gets even harder. I hated that, and then I replayed it three times. I swear this game made me discover I’m way more into watching my “units” get stolen than actually winning. Anyway, I was going to complain about the UI somewhere here, but I kind of forgot what I was talking about.

High School Zero To Campus Sex God feels like someone mashed together every horny teenage fantasy, then quietly added way more MILFs than anyone is ready for. You play this clueless guy fresh out of school who somehow walks into college life surrounded by girls who dress like they live in a gym catalog and moms who clearly skipped the “subtle” part of being horny. It’s mostly about how badly he wants to stop being a virgin, but the game actually leans harder into the whole harem drama, jealousy, sneaking around, all that messy stuff. One moment you’re flirting with a cheeky sporty girl in tight shorts after practice, the next you’re wondering if her mom is going to notice the hickeys you left on her daughter’s neck while you’re in the kitchen “helping” with dinner. And yeah, the camera absolutely loves asses here. Big butts in yoga pants, tight skirts riding up when they bend over, that slow angle when you’re supposed to “help them stretch” before a match. It is not subtle. I like that.

What surprised me is how the teasing is honestly better than the full service scenes sometimes. There’s that volleyball girl who keeps pretending she doesn’t like you touching her, then never actually stops you when your hand slides a little lower during “groping practice” in the equipment room. Or the teacher who makes you stay late and pretends it’s about your grades, while she sits on the edge of the desk, crosses her long legs and lets her blouse open one button too far, then pats her thigh and tells you to sit closer. The game gives you a lot of moments where you can just stare, peek through a door, watch a shower through some half-open locker room door, and damn, the voyeur vibe really hits. Sometimes you only see a reflection in glass. Sometimes you just hear the sucking sounds and little moans behind a wall and you have to decide if you barge in or just jerk off to it. And then there’s the whole netorare angle that sneaks up on you. At first it’s just your enemy’s mom riding you on the sofa while she’s mocking how useless her husband is, then later you actually see your so-called romance interest getting her throat used by someone else because you ignored her too long. The game doesn’t make a full speech about it, it just shows you. That one scene where you open the door, see her on her knees, her cheeks hollowed out, and she keeps eye contact with you while she keeps sucking, like she’s saying “this is what you threw away”, that actually hurt a bit. And I still went back for more.

The harem angle is chaotic in the good way. You can stack mothers and daughters, best friend’s family, enemy’s family, random sporty girl from track, older teacher with glasses, then try to act like nothing’s going on when you end up in the same room with three of them. There’s a scene where you’re at a little backyard BBQ and two of the women you’re fucking keep “casually” brushing against you under the table, one of them presses her big tits against your arm, while the other plays with your thigh under the shorts, and the only thing on screen is your face trying not to panic. I wish the MC wasn’t such a smug idiot in some routes, but he is, and it’s funny when your choices blow up and you suddenly get a cold, dead-eyed blowjob from a girl who clearly wants to rip your balls off. The domination stuff is very male-focused here: you grab, pin, make them kneel, push their heads down for oral, choke them a bit while they grind on your lap. Not hardcore, more like “I’ve watched too much porn and think this is how sex goes”, which actually fits the protagonist. Sex toys pop up too, mostly in those quiet moments. Like the mom who pulls a drawer open, shows you her vibrator, smirks and tells you she doesn’t need it anymore if you keep visiting her at night. Or the shy girl who asks you to help her use a plug before class because she wants to “feel full” during lectures. There are multiple endings depending who you focus on or how greedy you get, and yeah, you can screw yourself into some pretty twisted situations. I’m still annoyed by one tiny thing though: the way the text box sometimes jumps too fast during really hot lines, so you hit rollback on reflex and then overshoot and break the mood. It’s stupid, but it kept happening to me in the best oral scenes. Anyway, this one is shameless, messy, sometimes mean, and weirdly romantic in spots, like when the sporty girl falls asleep on your chest after you cum on her belly and you just watch her breathe. That little bit hit harder than all the moaning.

The first time I logged into this thing, I didn’t even care about the classes or whatever plot it pretends to have - the way the avatars breathe, the tiny tremor in their lips before a kiss, that’s what got me. It’s like the devs poured all their soul into making skin look touchable. There’s this one girl in a half-armored cosplay outfit, silver hair glowing like some digital eclipse, and when she leans close, her breath fogs your screen. Maybe I imagined that, but hell, it felt real. The sci-fi cities behind her hum like they’re alive, something between a nightclub and a dream you shouldn’t be having. The game doesn’t shout about its mechanics, but when you figure out how to sync movement and body sensors, it’s almost too much - like your nerves are being rewritten to crave every vibration.

Sometimes the story pretends to be about mystery - a missing player, a corrupted zone - but nobody’s really fooling anyone. The real puzzle is how long you can last before giving in to pure heat. The VR immersion slips between sweet and filthy faster than your mind can keep up; one moment you’re chatting with a student NPC about history, next she’s on her knees, glasses sliding down, eyes wide like she’s learning anatomy for the first time. There’s group stuff too, awkward at first until it’s not. Someone mentioned modders replaced the background drones with moaning echoes; I laughed until it happened in my session and I swear it made everything feel more chaotic and alive. The music, though? Too clean. Needs something grittier, maybe a heartbeat instead of these sterile synths.

I still can’t get over the fact that clothing physics act like they’ve got personalities - skirts that refuse to stay where they should, latex that remembers your touch. You can taste the future here, but it’s messy and dripping and maybe a bit too honest. Every time I log out, reality feels thinner, like a veil that won’t settle right.

FSS Lamashtu feels like somebody mashed up a cold war naval thriller with a filthy space brothel and then forgot which part was supposed to be serious. You’re the freshly minted captain of this “experimental cruiser” that is absolutely not built for exploration, unless you count exploring how many holes your crew can take in a single patrol. Officially it’s the proud weapon of the Alliance, last hope in a long-ass war. Unofficially it’s your floating fuck-lab, staffed with officers who look like they came out of a horny AI art generator after you typed “war crime but sexy” too many times. The ship layout screen is almost a character by itself: bridge, medbay, cargo, those little tucked-away compartments you quickly learn are perfect for “private disciplinary sessions.” You jump between menus pretending to care about fleet orders, but the only thing you actually remember is which corridor you cornered that technician in when she kept “accidentally” brushing her giant tits against you.

The story likes to pretend it’s about geopolitics and rebellion, and sometimes it even tricks you. You’ll get this long briefing about the Neo-Terran strategic line, convoy raids, morale of the Alliance, all that stuff. Then two clicks later, you’re watching a proud enemy pilot on her knees, mascara running, mouth full of cum while she tries to spit out her rank and serial number. The tone whiplash is almost funny. There’s a certain charm in how the game refuses to pick a lane: you capture prisoners, you break them in slowly or just slam straight into collar-and-chain slavery, you’re supposed to feel the “moral weight” of it, but the next scene has them begging for anal like they read the script ahead of time. The AI CG does that exaggerated wetness thing, where every hole looks like you dumped a bucket of lube on it, and every creampie is this ridiculous white flood that should qualify as a bio-weapon. Sometimes the faces twist into that extreme, over-the-top ahegao that doesn’t even look human anymore, more like a melted idol poster, and it somehow fits this world where war propaganda and porn have fused into one genre.

What sticks in my mind most is how physical the ship starts to feel. You’re not just choosing sex options, you’re shaping routines. That science officer who starts with stiff posture and carefully zipped uniform? A few “private evaluations” in your quarters, and suddenly she’s walking around with visible bite marks on her neck, trying not to react when you casually grope her in front of others. There’s a scene in the hangar where two captured enemy girls are supposed to be processed for interrogation, and you can decide if that means basic questions or “group demonstration of Alliance hospitality.” The way their bodies are posed, covered in semen from multiple angles, has that bukkake ritual vibe, everyone participating because the war needs “unity.” You get toy usage too, not just as accessories but as tools of control: a vibrator left inside during a formal strategy meeting, the slow dawning horror on your new slave’s face when she realizes the remote is in your pocket while admirals talk about casualties. The game never really resolves whether you’re a genius commander or just a sex-obsessed tyrant who got lucky with experimental hardware. At some point there’s a tender-ish lesbian moment tucked awkwardly between brutal scenes, two crew girls comforting each other after a mission, fingers exploring, tongues slow and hesitant, and for once you’re not in the frame at all. It feels almost like the game forgot its own premise for a second, then remembers, throws you back into forced deepthroat in a dark interrogation room, and moves on like nothing happened.