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.”

Abducted feels like someone grabbed a trashy torture porn comic, a cheap soap opera and a drunk BDSM club story from Reddit, then smashed them together and forgot to clean up the mess. You’re not “in” the story, you’re more like the asshole in the back row shouting what the girls should do, and the game actually listens. Six rich or important women wake up in this giant cage, collars, chains, confused faces, all that. No guys anywhere, which is kinda nice for once, just women doing fucked up shit to other women. The captives are panicking, half naked, trying to cover themselves, and the game suddenly throws you a choice like “How does she react? Fight back, cry, or pretend to be tough?” and you’re basically picking their personality on the fly while some dominatrix-looking psycho is already eyeing which one to string up first.

What sells it is how petty the captors are. They’re not calm masterminds, they’re bitchy, jealous, horny and a bit stupid, which makes the humiliation scenes feel more chaotic and dirty. One of them gets mad because a prisoner is “too pretty” and you can choose if she shaves her hair, whips her tits until they’re red, or forces her to lick the boots of the others while everyone laughs. Then in the next scene the same domme is masturbating in a corner because she’s turned on by her own cruelty and you’re like “ok you need therapy, girl” while still clicking the most fucked up option. You’ll have moments where two of the kidnapped girls are forced to make out, with the collar chain pulled tight, and you decide if it turns into sweet, hesitant kissing or if the captor pushes them all the way to rough pussy licking and ass play just to make them cry from shame. The switch from teasing to graphic violence is sometimes so fast it almost feels like a bug, but no, that’s just the tone.

There’s no protagonist “avatar” to hide behind, which is weirdly hot and also kind of uncomfortable, because every time you pick “yeah, let her get anal with that toy in front of the others, no lube” you know you did that, not some faceless hero. The game keeps jumping between the cage girls, the evil crew and the outside investigators, and sometimes the pacing is all over the place, like you’ll spend ages on one scene where a girl is forced to crawl naked over a floor wired to a teasing device that zaps her clit every few steps, with you deciding if she holds back her moans or just gives in and squirts while everybody mocks her, then suddenly cut to a brief interrogation where someone gets electro-tortured and it ends before it really escalates. There are routes where you can corrupt a shy captive into a broken little sub who begs for group sex from her tormentors, another where she stays proud and gets extra punishment, public oral, spit in her face, all that, and then there are endings where someone manages to twist the power dynamic and cheat her way into joining the abductors, trading her “friends” for a collar upgrade and a place in the gang. A lot of scenes are just still renders, so sometimes you stare at one girl in a gag for way too long and start noticing dumb details like one nipple ring clipping wrong, and it annoys you more than the actual torture does. But then the next choice pops up, asking if she chokes on pussy or ass first while the others watch, and you kind of forget you were mad.

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.

Nate is that type of guy you see behind the counter in a tiny comic shop and instantly forget five minutes later, and honestly that is kind of the charm here. The story starts really calm, almost too slow, like one of those cozy slice-of-life anime where nothing happens, except this time the nothing is a nerdy dude watching a streamer he jerks off to. PixelEllie looks like every gamer crush you ever had on Twitch and Instagram at the same time, all soft colors and fake “oops my shirt slipped” moments, and then you realize in this VN that she is way filthier than she pretends on stream. There is a weird tension between how cute everything looks and how raw the sex gets later. It feels like your Pinterest board of pastel gamer girls suddenly got corrupted by a Pornhub playlist, which for me is exactly the vibe.

What I liked is how the erotic scenes build up from really basic stuff. First you just watch Ellie online, like any simp with a phone. A bit of voyeurism, some teasing, the classic “I’m not touching myself, you’re touching yourself” thing. Then Nate finds her browser history and the game quietly turns up the heat. Suddenly she is into threesomes, sharing, hotwife stuff, and he is caught between “this is hot” and “am I actually okay with my girl getting fucked by someone else while I watch.” They do a lot of chatting, sexting, sending pictures, little masturbating scenes alone in bed that feel more honest than the big group sex moments. The first time Nate sees her with someone else feels kind of sick in the stomach and horny at the same time. You get that awful netorare taste, like your brain says no but your dick says absolutely yes, keep watching. There is anal, oral, regular vaginal fucking, sometimes pretty romantic, then suddenly she is moaning for another guy harder than for you and you realize this VN kind of hates you and loves you at the same time.

Lana, the roommate, is a mess in the best way. She is a cam girl with that “I know exactly how to break your brain” attitude, and the game does not pretend she is some secret angel. She is trouble. One scene she is helping Ellie pick outfits for stream and it is all giggles and shorts that barely cover her ass, next scene she is grinding on Nate like she owns him. The group sex and swinging parts feel dirty but not like a porn script, more like those real couples you accidentally find on Chaturbate at work and then pretend you never did. I wish we had more quiet romance moments in between all the sharing and corruption, like actual dates that are not just the setup for public teasing or another open-relationship experiment, but I also know I would skip half of them to reach the next scene where Nate is forced to watch while Ellie rides someone else with that fucked up smile. It is sweet and kind of heartbreaking and also makes you want to jerk off twice in a row. The whole thing feels like scrolling through TikTok thirst traps and then suddenly dropping into a hardcore swinger subreddit by accident, except you keep scrolling anyway.