Lily starts as that kind of girl you scroll past on Instagram and think, yeah, cute, but she probably just posts coffee and lecture notes. Then the game opens and she is literally staring at the OnlyPorn sign-up page, and you feel that little itch like, ok, this is going to escalate fast. It’s not a slow burn at all, which I liked and also kind of hated, because the first time she records herself playing with a toy, I hadn’t even finished messing with stats and suddenly I’m in POV view of her fingers between her thighs and the first creampie talk shows up like it’s totally normal. The game treats her “career change” the way idle clickers treat gold income: numbers going up, clothes going down. You juggle her energy, horniness and whatever social meter they call it, keep booking shoots or one-on-one fan meets, and everything spirals. One day she’s testing a basic dildo on cam, next run you’re lining up a group shoot where she’s on all fours, tits bouncing, one guy in her ass, one in her pussy, and someone else is just using her mouth like a free toy. There’s no big speech about her losing innocence, it’s more like, “Oh, look, your blowjob skill leveled, congrats, now people will pay more to watch her swallow.”

What I liked a lot is how the routes sort of feel like male love interests without the “love” part. You get the rich suit who treats her like a high-end escort and wants elegant hotel bondage and footjobs under the table while his friends pretend not to watch. There’s the gym guy, all muscles and zero brain cells, who mostly exists to pick her up and fuck her against mirrors, cum dripping down her thighs while she laughs like she didn’t almost fall. There is one soft boy who starts as a virgin fan, and that route hurts in a sexy way, because you’re basically training him while corrupting her, using POV scenes where she guides his hand on her boob, then suddenly she’s riding him and he’s whining he’s gonna cum too fast, and you have that tiny otome brain cell screaming “protect him” while the game just gives you a “humiliate” option. And yeah, I clicked it. And yeah, it was hot when she called him her “practice toy” while milking him for the third time. The lesbian bits sneak in too, like side content, but some of the best teasing is there: Lily grinding against another camgirl on a couch, both of them topless, hands sliding to places the camera “accidentally” catches. There’s a voyeurism angle with streaming where you schedule public stuff, like flashing in a changing room or masturbating in front of a window, and chat explodes, and of course the game rewards you for being a shameless exhibitionist. The management part is simple on paper, but I kept restarting runs because I wanted different kinks to show up: one cycle I focused on domination perks and suddenly she’s pinning guys down, using their faces, making them jerk off while she barely touches them, spitting casual insults like it’s her native language. Another run I went more submissive and you get scenes where she’s collared, used by multiple men, her ass reddened, cum dripping from both holes while the game treats it as “good performance.” Some dream scenes try to push it further with weird futa teasing and soft NTR vibes, but they stay optional, and I actually forgot to turn off one kink in the settings and got a pegging surprise that made me pause for a second and then just shrug and keep going. Still annoyed I cannot change her haircut, by the way. No reason, it just bothers me every time I open the wardrobe menu and see it stuck like that. Anyway, the animations are surprisingly expressive, tits have actual weight, the way she arches when she orgasms feels more like a person than a loop, and hearing the little breathy whimpers layered over wet sound effects while the money counter ticks up is the sort of trashy satisfaction that had me telling myself “one more day” and then grinding a full new cycle because I wanted to see what happens when her corruption hits max and she starts suggesting group sex ideas before the fans even ask.

This one feels like somebody took a messy fantasy tabletop campaign, spilled porn all over the character sheets, and then just said, “yeah, that’s the game now.” You start by poking through a surprisingly flexible character creator, pick male or female, fiddle with little stats you only half understand, and suddenly you’re a half naked adventurer waking up in a world where every bush, inn, dungeon and swamp has at least a 50% chance to want to fuck you. It’s all text, but the writing actually sells it when you run into, say, a smug lizardman guard who starts out just frisking you for weapons and somehow ends up with his claws digging into your hips while he breeds you full of hot cum. Or you laugh at the idea of a “horny mushroom grove” and ten minutes later you’re bent over, dripping, getting filled in both holes by thick, slimy tentacles while your character is trying and failing to sound offended. The tone jumps around a lot. One moment it’s standard fantasy “go talk to the blacksmith,” next moment he is jerking you off behind his shop with those rough, calloused hands and threatening to spank you if you keep teasing him with your mouth and then pulling away before he finishes. It has that slightly awkward, horny teenager energy, but in a good way, like someone actually having fun instead of trying to write a sex novel.

Where it really got me was the combat and how it bleeds into the porn. It’s simple turn based stuff, you pick between regular attacks or different “tease” options, and at first you’re like, okay, hit the wolfgirl with a sword or wiggle my hips at her, sure. Then suddenly you’re in a fight where you keep flirting just to see what happens, her lust bar pops, and the whole thing flips into a scene where she pins you to a rock and you’re riding her cock while she bites your neck and snarls into your ear. Same thing when you lose. A random group of bandit monsters knocks you down, your HP hits zero, and instead of just “game over,” you’re on your knees with one of them in your mouth, others lining up behind you, balls slapping your ass as they take turns filling you with messy creampies. I had one run where my male hero got so used as a camp slut after losing a fight that every time I went back near that road, the text remembered it and the same guys grabbed him again, treating him like their personal cumdump. It’s fucked up and hot and a little funny because the narration will casually mention how the locals are starting to whisper about you, and NPCs change how they talk depending on how much of a whore you’ve been in that area. That’s probably my favorite bit, actually. I was doing “serious” quests with a pretty straight face, helping a town with some monster problem, then later that night I sneak behind the tavern, jerk off with a big furry bull guy who makes me swallow his load, and the next morning the barmaid suddenly has new lines about the smell on my breath. Tiny stuff like that makes the world feel weirdly alive even though it’s just text.

Not everything is comfortable though, and I kind of like that it doesn’t pretend to be. The game absolutely loves throwing all kinds of bodies at you. Furries, lizardmen, werewolves, tentacled things that don’t even try to be human looking. Sometimes you’re giving a slow, messy blowjob to a soft, shy foxboy, playing with his balls until he squirms and paints your tongue with cum. Other times it’s full on rough male domination, your character getting pinned down, spanked until their ass stings, then used for deep anal while they moan like a slut and can’t stop clenching around the cock inside. There are scenes where you get to be the one in control too, shoving someone’s face into your crotch, forcing them to lick you clean after you finish, or grabbing a monster girl by the horns while you pound her pussy until she squirts. Or going down on a smug witch in her tower as “payment” for a quest, your lips and chin wet while she sits on your face and rides your tongue, then lazily jerks you off with one hand until you shoot all over her thighs. The gay content hits hard, by the way. One quest dumped me into a group scene in a cave where a bunch of male creatures took turns on every hole I had, one holding my head, another slapping his cock against my cheek, more lining up behind. It was filthy and long and I honestly forgot what the original quest even was. What annoys me is that the inventory UI sometimes feels like it was made during a hangover, the log scrolls a bit weird on mobile Chrome, and there is this one line about a character’s eye color that changes between scenes and now I can’t unsee it. But then I’m back in another encounter, teasing some proud knight, and end up with his dick in my hand, stroking him slow while he groans and calls me names, then shoving him into my ass while the text goes into way too much detail about how it stretches. By the time I’m crafting potions just so I can stay awake longer for more nighttime encounters in the forest, I kind of stop caring if a sentence is clunky here and there. The world remembers that my hero is a cum-stuffed disgrace or a smug top, the monsters react, the towns gossip, and I keep finding new ways to get fucked, or to fuck everything that moves. It feels dirty in that “I’ll just open it in a private tab on my phone” way, which is exactly what I wanted.

You wake up as this pale girl in a filthy underground “medical” room, wearing almost nothing, with tubes in your arm and some creep’s blood bags hanging around. The first thing that hits harder than the jump scare is the camera slowly zooming on your face when you realize the blood smells good. Not “hospital good”. Dick‑hardening good. Pussy‑throbbing good. It’s not shy about it. The game just locks you there for a while and lets you stare at that one dripping bag, and I swear that scene lasts too long, but in a nice sick way. That’s when it clicks: alright, I’m a vampire, I’m starving, and every person I see is either a snack or a fucktoy or both. After that, it just throws you in this big modern city where all the lights look too bright and every human heartbeat sounds like porn BGM. They pretend it’s a normal “arrive in the city, get clothes, find job, meet people” start, but under that it’s basically a slow horror build where you keep wondering if you are about to suck someone off or tear their throat out. Sometimes both. The story keeps dropping small weird details like people scared of ancient myths, news about mutilated bodies, a girl with almost yellow eyes who stares at you a bit too long on the subway. You keep thinking “ok this will explode later” and then it… doesn’t. At least not yet. That’s kind of hot too, like edging with plot.

Sex scenes don’t rain from the sky right away, and I actually liked that, which is funny because I also hated it when I was horny and clicking through dialogue like a degenerate who has three other tabs open with Pornhub, xHamster and Discord. When they finally let Kyra get off, it goes from zero to “I’m fingering myself in a stranger’s bathroom while trying not to bite through my own lip” really fast. There’s one masturbation scene in a crappy rental apartment, blinds half broken, city noises outside, where she’s trying to stay quiet because her new roommate is on the couch. The camera spends a ridiculous amount of time on her thighs tensing, not even on the pussy. I kept thinking “move down, move down” and at the same time I was kinda happy it didn’t. Like, the tease is better than the shot sometimes. Then you get group situations later where things stop being gentle. There’s this club scene, shitty techno, neon everywhere, and you end up in a back room with too many hands on your body, mouths on your neck, someone’s cock rubbing your inner thigh while another girl is kissing your jaw. You can either lean into the “I’m the hungry monster, use them” vibe, or just drown under them, and both paths feel dirty in different ways. The oral stuff is nice and messy, spit and blood mixing, and the game doesn’t flinch from graphic violence when you finally stop holding back and rip someone open like a meat toy. The weirdest, most memorable bit for me was when you wake up after a kill, covered in dried blood, and you realize you came while doing it. They don’t overexplain it. No long monologue. Just her staring at her hands, shaking, then getting horny again when she smells herself. It’s fucked. It’s kind of romantic too, in a twisted way. And no, I’m not going to talk about that alley scene with the monster girl, the one where you’re not sure if you’re dominating or being milked. That thing is stuck in my head for all the wrong reasons and I’ll probably still think about it in a week while pretending I opened Chrome for “emails”.

It’s messy in the best way. You’re some kind of half-drunk alchemist in a vampire’s den, tossing glowing ingredients into a cauldron that looks suspiciously alive, waiting to see if it spits out gold, slime, or a moaning succubus with tits like forbidden fruit. The game doesn’t explain much, just lets you mix weird shit - holy water, demon ichor, maybe a drop of your own sweat - and then bam, the screen flashes and suddenly you’re staring at a futa nun grinding against a bound werewolf priest. It’s ridiculous, but you can’t stop clicking. The logic makes no sense and that’s kind of the point. Sometimes you get a soft scene, a slow kiss between a vampire girl and her human pet. Other times, tentacles, everywhere, like the game’s trying to outdo itself in how far it’ll go before you blush or laugh.

There’s something about the tone - half gothic, half horny fever dream - that makes it feel like the devs were just daring each other to see what the next transmutation would unlock. The art shifts between elegant and unhinged; one moment you’re admiring the lighting on a pale thigh, next you’re staring at a corrupted angel with too many wings and not enough shame. The alchemy system feels more like foreplay than crafting. You think you’re mixing for power, but really you’re just chasing the next perverse reveal. I tried to keep track of the endings but gave up after the third one involved a talking dildo that might’ve been sentient.

The weirdest part? It’s kind of beautiful. Between the absurd fetishes and over-the-top transformations, there’s this pulse of dark humor and lust that keeps it alive. It’s not about winning or finishing - it’s about curiosity, that itch that says “what if I mix blood and holy oil again?” Do it. The game rewards the reckless.

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.

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.

You wake up on this cold metal bed in a ship that hums like an old fridge and the first thing you notice is not the headache, not the missing memories, but that you are naked as fuck and someone hooked your body up like a toy. The game lets you decide pretty fast what that body even is, and it is not shy with options. You want a lean guy who gets pushed around and ends up on his knees? Go. You want a stacked futa with thick cock and tits that drip later when the drugs hit right? Also there. Female body with a dick, male body with a pussy, non-binary setup, whatever weird combo your furry brain cooked at 3 different tabs open on xVideos, it kind of lets you live that. Then the ship starts talking, crew starts showing up, and that whole “who am I” plot runs right next to “who the hell can I get to pin me to a console and breed me”. The crew is mostly guys, different vibes, some softer, some with that DILF energy where you just know they’ll pull your hair while telling you they’re doing this for your own good. It has that slow burn of corruption too, where early scenes are just teasing and “accidental” touching, then the choices pile up and suddenly you’re kneeling between two men, one in your mouth and one pressing at your ass, and you kind of know you walked yourself there step by step.

What I like is how it flips from talking about conspiracies and shady experiments into real filthy stuff without pausing to ask permission every time. One minute you are in some dark corridor snooping logs, next minute you got a hand around your throat, someone grinding your face against a bulge, and the text just spells it out. If you turn on the nastier kinks in the menu, the scenes get meaner, which I actually didn’t expect. I thought “oh nice, just more porn”, but then I hit a route where my character basically becomes a half willing slave for this calm older guy who keeps dosing you with some drug that makes you leak milk whenever he squeezes your tits. At first I was like, that’s too much, I’m just here for soft gay space romance, then there I am reading a scene where he fucks your ass on the captain chair, fingers your pussy or dick at the same time, orders you to keep eye contact while you cum and milk runs down your chest. It’s shameless. There’s humiliation edges too, like being made to clean up your own creampie with your tongue, or being passed around a small group while they comment on how tight you still are for “a well used toy”. It still tries to be funny sometimes, throws jokes in the middle of a blowjob, which kinda works and kinda ruins the mood, depends. One scene in the medbay has you strapped up for “exams” and the doctor uses toys first, slowly stretching you, talking about “data” like that explains why he has a vibrating plug with a remote, then he just goes in raw after your walls are gaping and you are begging half from embarrassment, half from need. There is also some interracial stuff later where they play with how “alien” bodies might feel, though right now most of them still look pretty human and I keep angrily waiting for real anthro options that will probably never come. Text based format actually helps here, your brain fills the gaps, so when they stack you for group sex, one cock in your mouth, one pounding your ass, one sliding into your pussy or between your thighs if you picked only one hole, it feels way more intense than some lazy clicker animation. You even get those small details, like fingers digging into your hips, someone groping your chest absentmindedly while talking business, a bored crewman getting a hand job in a storage room because he “caught” you snooping and decides you can pay with your hands instead of alarms. The game pretends it is all about choices and plot, and yes, there are combat bits and dialogs and moral stuff, but honestly the thing that sticks is that moment you realise you turned on almost every kink in the options and now your “lost in space” protagonist is on all fours in a locker room, ass dripping cum, balls or lips swollen, hearing boots stop behind them again and thinking “ok… maybe just one more”.

Bianca and Aaron look like that boring perfect couple you scroll past on Instagram, the ones that post honeymoon pics with too many filters and hashtags, and then you start this story and realize their whole life is hanging by a horny little thread. It kicks off super normal, just a “game night” after the honeymoon, soccer rivalry trash talk, beers on the table, TV on, same old. Then you meet Aaron’s boys, and right away it smells like drama. All three of his so-called best friends have history with his wife. Actual history. One of them literally used to fuck her, not in some vague college fling way, but proper ex-boyfriend who clearly still knows every switch on her body. The game quietly leans into that awkward energy and never lets it go. The camera loves lingering on shit it shouldn’t, like the way Bianca sits too close on the couch, or how her eyes hold a second too long when one of the guys makes a dumb joke. There is animated stuff, yeah, but the real hit is how it builds that slow “everyone knows but no one says it” tension.

Bianca’s not just some perfect waifu. She’s messy in that good way. She dresses hot for “friends coming over” when she really didn’t need to, and the story keeps you guessing if she’s doing it on purpose or just pretending she’s innocent. And then she calls her BFF, which sounds like damage control at first. Like, she doesn’t want to be the only woman in a room full of dudes who already banged her. Fair enough. Except her friend walks in and you instantly go “oh great, she’s worse.” That girl is chaos with lipstick, clearly obsessed with Aaron, and the game does not hide it. The way she touches him when she doesn’t need to, hugs that last a bit too long, that fake friendly “I’m just playing” bullshit that you know is total cap. At some point you stop watching the soccer match almost entirely and just follow who is looking at who behind his back. You get those sneaky shots with Bianca half turned away, texting, or going to “grab something from the kitchen” and someone follows her, and suddenly the whole “game night” thing is just an excuse for everyone to test how far they can push it without Aaron snapping. When the group stuff finally hits, it doesn’t feel random, it feels like the dam you’ve been staring at finally cracking and then absolutely drowning the poor idiot who thought his friends were just friends. There’s this one moment where Aaron is right in the room and the others are basically violating the idea of marriage in front of him, and the story still somehow makes it feel like he’s the outsider in his own house. It’s filthy, kind of mean, and honestly pretty funny in a dark way, like watching a sitcom where the laugh track got replaced by moans and whispered “don’t tell him.”