Judas Ghost feels like someone smashed together a horny dating sim, a Scooby Doo episode that forgot it was for kids, and one of those old point & click games where you spend ten minutes clicking a plant because you just know there is something there. The whole thing happens inside this rich-people mansion that looks nice on the surface, but the longer you wander around, the more it feels like the house is… watching. You move room to room, checking what changed between day and night, and half the time you’re just waiting for some ghost girl with huge tits to float in and ask you why you’re ogling her ass instead of solving the “mystery.” Which, by the way, I kept forgetting about because there’s a lot of teasing and grabbing and “oops I dropped this, can you pick it up” type stuff. Very scientific horror vibe.

What hit me first was how horny the game is without playing the usual “you must grind affection for 40 years before anything happens” crap. You chat a bit, mess around, maybe choose the flirty option instead of the polite one, suddenly you’re in a corridor where a transparent girl with a ridiculous body is pressing herself against you and asking if humans can really feel ghosts touching them. And if you click the right spot, yes, yes they can. There’s an early moment where you’re supposed to be looking for some key, but the only thing I remembered later was getting a slow, sloppy blowjob from a ghost on a staircase where anyone could totally walk by, and the game even lets the camera linger on the spit and her hand twisting at the same time. Very classy. Very not classy. Both at once. Also there is this one scene where a “totally normal” massage turns into groping her ass under the towel, then she suddenly reaches back and strokes you through your pants like it’s the most boring thing in the world. I replayed that more times than I want to admit just to see how far I could push the dialogue before she calls you out. She never really does. That’s more scary than the paranormal stuff honestly.

The sandbox part can be a bit of a clown show. One night you’re trying to trigger some romantic scene in the garden, but you miss a tiny clickable object and end up in your room jerking off alone because you found a hidden item that starts a masturbation animation instead. It’s animated nicely and all, with that slow build-up, your hand speed changing, the camera cutting to the porn mag or phone or whatever, but I still yelled at my monitor like, “I didn’t want a solo scene, I wanted ghost titties!” Then I did it again, because the facial expression at the end is really good. There’s money to earn and outfits to buy, and I swear I spent more time choosing lingerie for one girl than I ever spent picking clothes for myself in real life. Some outfits barely cover the nipples, some push that huge ass in your face, and when you finally walk in on her at night wearing it and pretending she didn’t dress up just for you, you can go from soft flirting to full-on oral in like three clicks. Sometimes the romance actually lands and you get these surprisingly sweet talks about death, loneliness, all that, then five seconds later she’s moaning with her mouth full of your cock, drool on her chin, your hand in her hair. I kind of wish the mystery of the mansion went deeper, but it probably won’t and honestly I kept getting distracted by the way one of the girls rides you in the guest bedroom, tits bouncing, her ghostly body flickering like the light can’t keep up with how hard she’s fucking you. Anyway, if you like big tits, big asses, paranormal bullshit and point & click “where the hell is that hidden thing” energy, this one crawls under your skin in a filthy way.

High school is supposed to be clubs, boring homework and TikTok drama, right? Here you get a futa girl who’s been locked in a chastity belt for ten damn years, walking through the school gate with a hard-on that’s basically a character on its own. She’s been “good” her whole childhood, keeping her secret dick hidden from her foster family, no touching, no release, no late night handjobs, nothing. Day one in her new school she finally takes it off, and you can almost feel the tension snap. The game leans hard into that feeling of “I’ve been starving for a decade, now I’m going to ruin everyone.” It’s not subtle. Teachers, delinquents, shy bookworms, sleepy girls drooling on their desk, even the too-perfect honor student who looks like she’s never even said the word “cock” out loud. They all end up orbiting around her in some way, and you just steer how trashy or “fake innocent” you want each scene to go.

What I liked is that it doesn’t waste time pretending she’s conflicted. She wants to fuck. She wants to creampie. She wants to watch them twitch when they realize that thick shaft they’re grinding on is attached to the “cute transfer girl.” You’ll be creeping into rooms at night, crawling under blankets, pushing panties to the side and sliding in slowly while they mumble in their sleep. The game is really horny about that sleepy little gasp when her body reacts before her brain wakes up, then the moment her eyes open and she realizes she’s full and already clenching. There’s a scene in the nurse office where you fake a fever just to lure the nice school nurse close enough to guide her hand down, and suddenly that “checking your pulse” turns into a sloppy handjob on a futa cock she absolutely should not be touching. And yeah, you can leave her with your cum dripping down her wrist while she’s still telling herself it was an accident. Total bullshit, in the best way.

The 3D style helps a lot for the corruption stuff. You actually see the change in their faces: first timid, then glazed, then full ahegao with drool, tongue out, eyes rolled while you pound them against the window and people walk outside completely unaware. There’s a classroom scene where you sit behind a quiet girl and slowly slide your hand under her shirt while the teacher lectures. You’re groping her tits, she’s trying to take notes, and your cock is poking her back through your skirt. I laughed because it felt like some cursed mix of hentai and actual school boredom. And then later you “help her study” in an empty room and that same girl is voluntarily on her knees, licking the tip, trying to prove she’s not a virgin baby anymore while you pat her head. The cheating angle is nasty too: you fuck a girl while her boyfriend blows up her phone on the desk next to her, the screen lighting up while she moans around your cock. There’s voyeur bits where you stand in the shadows watching a couple make out, then step in and slowly push the guy aside without him even realizing how quickly he got replaced. One thing that annoyed me: the protagonist teases her own dick so much in front of mirrors, stroking and edging, but the game never lets you fail and accidentally cum too early in front of someone. It’s always perfect timing. I wanted at least one horribly awkward, “oh fuck I came in like two strokes” moment. But no, she’s a sex god, apparently. Whatever. The game lives in that constant loop of tease, push, corrupt, breed, sneak away, and pretend nothing happened, then do it all again with someone even more off-limits.

You wake up in this weird in‑between place that feels like someone smashed a porn studio, a nerd convention and a haunted house together and forgot to clean up the lore. Nobody is surprised you just popped in from some random reality. They’re more interested in your dick, your schedule, and whether you sign the consent forms. It’s all very casual. People wander around half-dressed, fully naked, or in outfits that probably break like three different labor laws, but everyone treats it like just another workday. You’re the new guy with way too much freedom and way too little supervision, which is exactly how the game likes it.

The whole thing plays like a lazy day on your phone when you should be answering emails but instead you’re switching between Pornhub, F95, and Telegram. One minute you’re flirting with a stacked milf who has that “I’ve ruined men before” vibe, next minute you accidentally wander into a horror-themed set where a monster girl is chained up for a scene and asks if you want to “rehearse” the tentacle bit. There’s this nice rhythm where you can just walk around, peek into rooms, catch people mid-blowjob or bent over a couch, and decide if you want to join, watch from the dark corner, or act like a professional and go buy coffee. Nobody forces you into anything, which is honestly kinda hot when some cocky actress rolls her eyes and goes “Then don’t, I’ve got five more guys on call.” The power fantasy is there, but it doesn’t hold your hand. You pick who you chase, who you ignore, who you keep as that one late-night regular you always come back to for a quick creampie before touching anything else.

What sells it for me is how filthy it goes without pretending to be classy. You’ve got big tits stuffed into outfits three sizes too small, big asses that just beg for a hard slap, anal scenes that start with teasing and end with “okay, that looked like it hurt but she’s smiling so fine.” There’s straight stuff, lesbian scenes where two girls forget the camera and just devour each other, some surprisingly tender gay content that makes the male MC feel more like a real perv than a porn robot, and then those group things where everyone is on everyone and you basically give up trying to label what’s happening and just enjoy the mess. The voyeur side is strong too; half of my early game was just me peeking through windows or pretending to look for props while people got railed in the background. There’s this old gilf studio manager who flirts so aggressively you kind of hope she finally drags you into her office and “negotiates your contract” on her desk, but she keeps getting interrupted by some stupid production issue and it drove me insane. And then you forget because a monster girl with horns and drool on her chin asks if you wanna try something “unsafe for YouTube but perfect for here,” and suddenly you’re on your knees, nobody’s talking about contracts anymore, and your only real problem is deciding which of these insane people you’re going to keep in your personal little harem ending once you’ve seen enough to know exactly how wrong this place can get in the best possible way.

You start out thinking it’s just another weird sandbox about hypnotizing girls, but the tone hits different. There’s this slow, sticky corruption that creeps in - not all fire and brimstone, more like a soft rot under the skin. The demon Maria doesn’t even feel evil, more like she’s bored and horny, dangling her deal in front of you while you pretend you’re not already imagining what you’ll do with that “Supower.” The city feels alive in that fake kind of way, like a porn set pretending to be a neighborhood, and somehow that makes it hotter. You walk into the school, or the cheap apartment, or the nun’s little chapel, and everything hums with that dirty energy of something forbidden but inevitable.

It’s a game that rewards patience - though I don’t mean gameplay-wise. The real fun is watching how the women change. Their eyes go from defiant to glassy, their voices soften when they say your name. One moment they’re scolding you for being a creep, next they’re begging to taste you, moaning like they forgot who they were before you touched them. It’s not subtle, and thank god for that. There’s NTR bits that sting if you’re too attached, but also moments where you realize you’ve become the bastard doing the same thing. The MILF’s story goes places I didn’t expect - one second she’s the responsible type, then she’s on her knees, tits bouncing, drool dripping down her chin while you tell her she’s nothing but your pet. And yeah, it’s animated, but the roughness of it almost adds charm. Like watching an old fan animation that accidentally nails the filthiness better than polished stuff ever could.

Sometimes I forget what the “main quest” even is. I just end up chasing scenes - the footjob behind the school, the nun whispering prayers while you fill her mouth, the monster girl moaning through transformation. It’s chaotic, half-finished, but I keep coming back. Maybe because it feels like a modder’s dream: imperfect, dirty, and personal. Like someone’s fantasy spilled straight onto the screen without cleanup.

Anna's back and honestly? This fantasy setting hits different than her usual adventures. The whole medieval vibe works surprisingly well - there's something about watching our favorite troublemaker navigate sword fights and monster encounters that just... clicks. Though let's be real, we all know Anna's best weapon isn't steel.

The combat system feels clunky at first but whatever, that's not why we're here. What matters is how they've woven the lewd content into this fantasy framework. Anna gets herself into situations with various creatures and NPCs, and the animations during these encounters are actually pretty solid. The handjob scenes with that orc character had me replaying multiple times - the way Anna's expressions change as things escalate is chef's kiss. And don't get me started on the creampie animations near the end of the corruption path. They really went all out with the fluid physics this time.

Two paths mean two completely different Annas though, which threw me off initially. Pure route Anna feels almost... boring? Like sure, she's fighting the good fight and resisting temptation, but where's the fun in that. Corruption path Anna though - now that's the content we signed up for. The groping scenes escalate naturally, oral encounters feel organic rather than forced, and by the time you reach the monster encounters... well, let's just say Anna discovers some new interests. The vaginal scenes pack serious heat, especially with the fantasy creatures - there's this one sequence with a tentacle beast that goes absolutely wild. Mobile controls work fine but honestly wished they'd optimized the touch zones better for the interactive bits. Still, 200+ renders and 30 animations deliver exactly what the title promises, even if some dialogue feels rushed between the action scenes.

The story drops you right into a filthy mix of business, lust, and betrayal. You play this polished guy with a perfect life - high-rise view, loyal girl, kisses on the neck before work - but everything starts to rot the second your boss leans close with that “favor.” It starts simple, like anyone could talk their way out of it, but it’s the kind of request that turns into a trap. One look, one taste of what’s behind his smug smile and you start losing your grip. It’s not just about sex here, though there’s a lot of it - slow teasing, the kind that makes your pulse skip, then full-on raw scenes where control just dies. You feel the corruption crawl under your skin, and somehow you like it. The animations hit hard, the moans sound too real, and every little gesture feels like someone’s watching. Maybe they are, considering the voyeur angle that sneaks in halfway when you least expect it.

What’s strange is how the humor fucks with all the tension. There are moments you laugh right before something really depraved happens - like the devs know exactly how uncomfortable you’re getting. One girl cracks a joke mid-blowjob, and instead of killing the scene, it makes it hotter, nastier. The writing isn’t clean; it’s dirty and uneven, perfect for the kind of story it tells. You slip from one fantasy to another - cheating, swinging, the occasional slap across bare skin - and it never feels clean. The filth is part of the intimacy; the romance still breathes through it. And maybe that’s what makes this thing addictive. It’s not about collecting scenes or chasing endings, it’s about watching the main guy ruin himself piece by piece and pretending you’re not enjoying it too much. The way some of those girls look at him, you know they’re not innocent either. You might judge them, or maybe you’ll just keep watching, hand resting where it shouldn’t be.

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.

Freshly dumped into a new house with your mom, boxes still everywhere, the air feels kinda empty and horny at the same time. Your dad bailed, left the place to you two, and suddenly the woman who used to just be “mom” is walking around in tight shorts, bending over to unpack stuff, and you realize your eyes are not behaving like a good son at all. The game leans hard into that quiet, awkward energy. It’s not loud, not full of explosions or crazy drama, just this slow, teasing thing where every small moment can turn sexual if you push it. You click through dialogue, you watch her stretch on the couch, you “accidentally” walk in when she’s changing, and the story keeps asking you without saying it out loud: are you going to be a decent guy here, or are you going to be a sneaky bastard?

What I like is how the lewd stuff doesn’t jump on you right away. The build-up is actually kind of nice. You notice how she sits with her legs a bit open when she thinks nobody is looking, how her shirt rides up when she reaches for the top shelf, how that big ass of hers has become impossible to ignore. There’s this one scene where she’s washing dishes, back turned, water running, and the game lets you decide if your hand “accidentally” brushes against her butt while you squeeze past. If you choose the pervy path, you get slow escalation: lingering touches, your hand staying on her hip a bit too long, the way she gasps but doesn’t move away, that sort of thing. Voyeur stuff is here too, like sneaking outside her room at night, hearing soft sounds through the door, the option to peek and see her fingers between her thighs or her playing with a toy, whispering your name or pretending she doesn’t. It’s messed up, yeah, but that’s exactly the fantasy they’re selling, and they don’t pretend it’s something else.

Eventually it goes further, of course. More bold groping when she’s half asleep on the sofa, your fingers sliding under her shorts while a movie quietly plays in the background. Her pretending it’s an accident the first time, then later pressing back into your touch. There’s oral too, with her on her knees in that same kitchen where you were unpacking boxes earlier, her lips wrapped around your cock, tears at the corner of her eyes as she tries to take you deeper, all while she still calls you “my boy” out of habit, which makes it dirtier. The visual novel style means a lot of reading, a lot of choices, and you kinda live in this grey zone between “I’m helping mom with the divorce pain” and “I’m using her loneliness to get my dick wet.” No long tutorial, no complicated systems, just that slow burn of teasing, watching, touching, seeing how far you can push your own mother before she stops pretending it’s wrong. And yeah, she never really does.