Sex in space always sounds kind of goofy in my head, but this one actually leans into that mess instead of pretending to be “hard sci-fi”. You start as this assistant to a big-shot senator on Earth, while Mars is trying to become its own thing with its own rules, own calendar, own kinks. Your boss is all about shutting down polygamy and polyandry, making marriage “pure” again, and then your character is constantly surrounded by people who very clearly don’t give a shit about that. So half the time you’re writing dry political speeches and the other half you’re secretly watching someone get their ass smacked red in a private office on a station orbiting Venus. Kind of a mood shift, but it works better than it should.

The sex itself is not shy at all. Big tits, big asses, a lot of focus on slow touching, groping, hands sliding under clothes during “serious” meetings. There are animated scenes where a calm talk about Martian independence suddenly turns into the candidate bending forward over a desk, skirt pushed up, and the protagonist’s hand comes down on her ass again and again while she’s trying to keep her voice steady. The game loves mixing politics talk with dirty stuff like that. Some routes get really messy with cheating: you can be the side piece for a married Martian diplomat, watching from a hidden camera while her official husband is busy somewhere else. There are scenes where you sit alone in your cabin on a Mars shuttle, jerking off while scrolling through secret footage on your mobile, watching your lover ride someone else’s cock and pretending you are okay with it. That voyeurism and netorare angle hits harder than I expected, because the story actually spends time letting you like these people first. It stings when you realize she is moaning louder for the other guy than she ever did for you. There are oral scenes where you feel less like a hero and more like a consolation prize, sitting on the edge of a bed while she goes down on you right after coming back from “meeting her campaign donor”. And sometimes the interracial angle pops up in a way that is not very subtle: Earth-born, Mars-born, different skin tones, different bodies, your character stuck in the middle trying to pretend this is all just politics. The game jumps from romantic cuddling after sex, where she snuggles into your chest and actually looks soft and in love, to cold, distant masturbation scenes where you’re alone again, jerking off to something on your phone because she did not show up. The romance has sweet bits, but the cheating keeps cutting through it, and somehow that mix of warmth and betrayal feels very on-brand for a future where love and law are constantly pulling in different directions.

Goblin Down feels like someone took a messy affair from a cheap motel, stitched it into a fantasy story, then forgot to iron the seams. Which I mean as a compliment. As a lingerie designer I kept thinking of it like a jealous little boudoir drama: tiny space, three bodies, way too much skin and not enough honesty. You start as this rookie adventurer who once got saved by a goblin girl, then years later she’s your wife, Qilka, and she’s basically the only one in the house with any common sense. Her design hits weirdly close to how I sketch green-skinned models: short, soft belly, those slightly too-big eyes that look innocent even when she’s getting railed, and that cheap village dress that screams “I can be pulled aside in one motion.” It’s not elegant, but it works. Like lace that scratches but looks hot in photos.

What hooked me most wasn’t even the orc at first, it was how fast the mood in the house rots once he shows up. One scene you bring this huge hurt bastard home like some stray dog, next scene you’re watching her fuss over him, wiping his chest, his thighs, pretending she’s just doing first aid while her cheeks are already a little flushed. There is this early voyeur moment where you peek through the cracked door and the animation has her hand hovering just a bit too long over his crotch, like she’s “accidentally” brushing it. That’s when the game stopped feeling like a heroic fantasy and more like catching your partner sexting with someone bigger. The actual sex escalates in a way that made my stomach twist: first it’s innocent tending, then a clumsy handjob where she looks like she’s not even sure how she got there, then full-on sloppy oral with her ears twitching and eyes rolled up, that classic ahegao face that would look stupid if the guilt wasn’t so heavy. Sometimes her expression is a bit too cartoony for the mood, by the way. I wanted one scene where she just looks wrecked inside, not only drooling and cross-eyed. But they never go there, they stay in that porn comic style, which annoyed me and I still kept going.

What I like, or hate, is how the corruption isn’t only about her. You as the husband are kind of pathetic and it’s hot in a really bad way. The game gives you these choices where you can pretend nothing’s wrong, go back to your guild work, or poke around like a paranoid idiot. I picked the coward route first, just left them alone, and later there’s this animated loop of the orc lifting her by the hips and pounding her from behind in your own bedroom, her ring still on her finger, and I actually paused and stared like it was some lingerie catalog shot I needed to analyze. Her little tits bounce against his stomach, the camera lingers on the creampie dripping out of her while she whispers how “it’s fine, he’ll never know.” It’s filthy and sort of beautiful in a trashy way, like mismatched bra and panties that somehow look better than a full set. There’s one scene where she rides him in your bed, looking back at the doorway, almost like she wants you to walk in and watch. That voyeur energy is crazy, even if a few transitions feel rushed, like they skipped a beat between nervous groping and full surrender. Still, the whole thing left me thinking about designing a set inspired by her: something green and torn at the hem, a little too small, like it belongs to a wife who says she’s loyal while her thighs are still sticky from someone else. And then I remembered this is just a short visual novel and I’m overthinking it while she’s taking orc dick again in the next CG.

Goldream City sounds like some cheap mobile gacha name, but here it’s just the horny summer town where almost nobody keeps their clothes on for long and half the neighbors are monsters with tits bigger than common sense. You play this “returning home” guy who pretends he’s coming back for a relaxing vacation, but every single corner of the city is like a porn genre speedrun. One day you’re flirting with your sweet “childhood friend” at the school rooftop, next day you’re in some shady alley watching a milf mom get pounded by a huge black cock while her husband pretends he doesn’t see it. The game kind of laughs at you for trying to be romantic when literally everyone is cheating on everyone and half the cast is secretly in heat. There’s this mix of visual novel scenes and sandbox wandering around town, so you go from casual small talk about homework to “hey, do you want to see how deep this futa can go” in like two clicks.

What really hits weird is how normal the corruption feels after a while. At first you might think “ok, this is my nice pure girl, I will protect her,” and ten scenes later you’re watching her moan on some monster girl’s tentacles while a big black cock uses her throat like it’s a warm toy. It doesn’t even pretend to be fair to the male characters. Husbands, boyfriends, that shy virgin classmate, they just get blacked, cucked, stolen, and the game winks at you like it’s telling an old meme. Sometimes you are the one doing the stealing, sometimes you are just the pervert hiding in the closet, jerking off while your crush gets double stuffed, and the worst part is that the story keeps going like this is totally normal summer behavior. There is incest teased in that kind of “we both know this is wrong but we keep standing too close in the kitchen” way, and the futa and lesbian stuff sneaks in casually: one moment it’s innocent kissing at the beach, next moment she’s pulling out a cock bigger than your arm and pounding a blushing schoolgirl from behind while you sit there with your sad little handjob. The mix of pregnancy risk, anal, titfucks, footjobs, spanking, public teasing on the bus, it’s like some horny dev opened a porn tag list and said “yes” to everything. Sometimes it’s hot, sometimes it’s too much, sometimes the AI and 2D/3D art clash and someone’s tits look like they’re from another dimension, but then the game hits you with a quiet moment on a summer night, soft romance, slow blowjob under the stars, and in the next scene that same girl is on her knees with three cocks in her, crying from pleasure while you pretend you still have control of this story. You don’t. That’s kind of the whole joke.

Sereneth looks like the kind of fairy you’d see on a fantasy book cover, all glowing wings and soft curves, but the game really loves tearing that first impression to pieces. She walks into this story like some devoted, almost naive lover, hanging on Caelen’s arm, swearing she’ll stay pure for him, and ten minutes later the script is already poking at every weak spot in that promise. The whole thing runs like one long, painful tease. You know where it’s heading, she kinda feels it too, but they both keep pretending this is just some noble quest to save a princess. It’s not. It’s a long, horny slow crash where “rescue mission” slowly turns into “how many twisted ways can we ruin this relationship and still pretend it’s romance”.

The Forest of Myrlaen is basically one big corruption machine. Every stop is an excuse for something filthy to chip away at her loyalty: a “healing ritual” that needs way too much skin, a magic vine that grabs the wrong places and doesn’t let go, a monster girl who touches her way too casually while explaining how “shared pleasure builds trust”, that kind of energy. Sereneth starts off swatting hands away, tail twitching when someone talks about her body, clinging to Caelen’s side. Then the game starts pushing situations where he turns his back for a moment and some other “guide” or “ally” is already sliding fingers between her thighs, testing just how sensitive fairy skin really is. One of the better scenes has Olgrun pretending to “check for curses” while his grubby hands knead her ass like dough, and the camera just lingers there while she tries to keep her voice steady so Caelen doesn’t notice. The animation zooms in on her lip biting and that tiny little tremble in her legs. It’s filthy and kind of mean in a way NTR fans will recognize immediately.

What really hits is how the erotic pacing keeps grinding away at both of them. Caelen gets moments of fake hero confidence, kissing her, telling her he will protect her, while the player already saw her just get stuffed full by something with a cock thicker than his arm in the last branch. There’s a scene with an arrogant elven noble who makes her “prove” fairy loyalty on her knees, tongue working on his big cock while Caelen sits outside the tent, listening to “magic chanting” that is just wet choking sounds. The game plays hard with contrast: romance framed like a dating sim on one side, and on the other side you have blacked style scenes where her tight little body is pinned, legs spread, wings twitching as she takes a big black cock or gets used by some leering monster in all the wrong ways, filled and creampied until dripping. Sometimes she tries to talk her way out and ends up getting spanked over someone’s lap, or having her feet worshiped and then used in a messy footjob that leaves her blushing and breathing hard. The whole “fairy born of ancient magic” thing slowly twists into “perfect toy for anyone with the power to push her”, and the transformation is more mental than physical, though the game clearly enjoys making her ass and tits look fuller, slick with cum, marked, pregnant risk constantly hanging in the background. At first she’s horrified when something leaks out of her after a rough anal session behind some roots, later she just wipes it off and smiles weakly, telling herself it was only for the mission. It’s that painful little lie that makes the next blowjob sting more than any tentacle ever could.