Reality show from hell, that’s kind of the vibe here. Not the goofy Netflix stuff where everyone cries in the confessional, more like “what if Big Brother was run by someone who jerks off to cruelty and power trips.” You’re the new guy thrown into this locked-down futuristic house, cameras everywhere, no privacy, and twenty-something horny, scared, fucked‑up contestants pretending they’re here for fame while everyone knows deep down they’re being used like meat. It’s all bright lights and fake smiles on the surface, but a few scenes in you start to feel the rot. People get “eliminated” and it’s not just some walk-of-shame to a taxi. The showrunners treat bodies as props. Holes as content. Consent as a slider they can turn off whenever ratings need a boost.

Since I’m into voice work, I went in listening more than watching at first. The moans and gasps during those “teasing” scenes where the girls rub against the MC in the communal bedroom while the others pretend to sleep? That shit feels way too real. There is this one sleep sex moment that actually made me stop and replay, because her breathing shifts so slowly, from deep sleep to confused whimper, then to this reluctant arousal when he pushes her panties aside and starts fingering her under the sheet, while the cameras zoom in and the producers whisper in your ear through the UI, basically encouraging you to keep going. No cartoonish screaming, it’s awkward, wet, quiet. A little uncomfortable. Actually more than a little, and that’s sort of the point here. Same with the blackmail scenes: they use old sex clips, private files, nudes, all that, to force a shy girl to join a group sex “challenge” with guys of different races on live feed, and the MC can either back off or lean into it. When you go with it, the mix of humiliation and arousal in her voice is kind of insane. She’s choking on cock, trying to say “stop” and “keep going” in the same breath. It’s sick, and it’s hot, and I kind of hate myself for liking it.

The sci‑fi / dystopia flavor sits in the background like a bad smell. Futuristic collars, shock systems, drugged drinks served after every elimination, some AI host that sounds almost friendly while pushing the contestants into anal, double penetration and messy creampie “competitions” that feel like twisted party games. There’s interracial and swinging stuff that actually feels like it belongs there, because the show is clearly trying to mix as many bodies and skin tones as possible for the “audience,” not for the characters. At one point they chain a couple to a wall and have other contestants jerk them off in turns while the floor slowly fills with water and blood from the last “test” in the next room, like a porno Saw ripoff that actually commits to the idea. The sound design sells it: wet slaps, muffled cries, someone laughing in the control room, you can hear a mic crackle when one girl is forced into anal while another guy is already buried in her pussy, so you get this rough, overlapping breathing that makes it feel way more chaotic than the usual porn game rhythm. And yeah, it’s all 3D models doing vaginal, oral, anal, the whole package, but I kept coming back to the way they react. Tiny “fuck” under their breath when you push too deep. Nervous giggle before a forced blowjob. That stuff hits my VA brain. The violence goes hard, too: broken noses, bruised throats after rough throat-fucking, someone getting beaten because they refused a group scene, then later you see them again, limping, still used as a toy. Sometimes the MC is just another predator in the system, sometimes he feels trapped with them. The game doesn’t really care what kind of person you are, as long as you keep playing along with its nasty little show.

You wake up broke, horny, and back in your old room that still smells a bit like teenage shame and cheap body spray, and the game just kind of grins and says, “yeah, this is where it starts.” You’re this young psychology guy who thought he had life sorted, then it all collapses and you crawl back to mom’s house. Only mom isn’t just “mom” anymore. She’s this thick, soft, dangerous kind of beautiful, the kind that makes your eyes slide over her curves against your will. She walks around the house in clothes that hug her huge tits and that insane ass in a way no actual mother should, bending over the couch while you pretend to look away and fail every single time. The camera loves her, almost too much. It lingers on the subtle stuff, the underwear line digging into her hips, the way her nipple outline threatens to show when she moves. You’re supposed to feel guilty. You don’t. Or you do, but it just makes your dick harder. It’s that kind of story.

Then there are the sisters, and yeah, the game knows exactly what it’s doing. The older one moves like a witch who realized she can control a room just by existing. Goth clothes, dark nails that look like they’d hurt when she scratches your back, eyes that tell you she thinks you’re trash but her body keeps betraying her, slower each day. There’s this moment where you “accidentally” walk in while she’s bent over her desk in fishnets, headphones in, skirt just not quite long enough, and the main character just stands there too long while you feel his thoughts going places they absolutely shouldn’t. Later, when the hypnosis angle really kicks in, watching her resist you with this mix of hatred and arousal, hips still grinding in spite of her words, that’s where the corruption hits harder than any sex scene. She spits insults while she rides your cock, then trembles when you ask her who owns that tight ass now, and her voice breaks on the answer. It’s fucked up. It’s hot. It’s both at once. The younger sister is the opposite weather: all pastel pink, soft hair, candy wrappers, plush toys, girly socks that should not look so good wrapped around your waist. She trusts you way too much. She curls against you during a movie, her small tits brushing your arm, and the game slows the moment just enough that you feel that sharp, dirty edge when your hand lingers longer than it should on her thigh. Later, with the mind control, teaching her to touch herself on command, watching her bite her lip while she obeys, that’s the point where “romance” and “corruption” almost merge into this twisted little love story that you’re not sure you’re supposed to enjoy so much.

The hypnotherapist is the real doorway drug. Mom’s friend, older but still tight where it counts, eyes that see too much and voice that rolls over you like warm honey. You sit in her office as “assistant,” pretending to take notes while she drops other women into deep trance, fingers playing with their minds and their bodies at the same time, and you’re there, hard under the desk, memorizing every word, every pattern. There’s a point when she leans down behind a patient and guides the girl’s mouth on a toy, whispering triggers, and your brain just goes click. After that, going home feels different. Sleeping bodies don’t feel safe anymore. The game leans into sleep sex in a way that’s almost too intimate. Like, you stand over your mom’s bed at night, listening to her slow breathing, watching her tits rise and fall under the thin fabric, and one tiny suggestion you planted earlier makes her legs spread a little. She mumbles your name in her sleep while you slide your hand under her panties and the guilt is there, but it’s distant, like a voice behind glass. Same with the sisters, those late-night scenes where the younger one is half-asleep, squirming and moaning softly as your fingers tease her soaked slit, or the older one clenching around your cock in her sleep, cursing you in her dreams while her body begs for more. The game doesn’t flinch from that dirty intimacy. It loves deepthroats that go too far, tears at the corner of her eyes, spit and mascara mess. It loves big tits bouncing while you fuck them, cocks sliding between them until you paint her chest white. It loves asses, god, the asses: thick ebony hips, mom’s juicy milf curves, your sister’s perfect goth bubble butt stretched around your shaft when you finally push into her tight hole and she squirts all over the sheets. Anal, vaginal, titfucks, creampies that drip out slowly while she walks around the house pretending nothing happened. Sex toys buzzing between thighs, collars and ropes appearing on the “good girl” routes that still somehow pretend to be romantic. There’s a weird tenderness under all that filth too, like when you watch your own cum slowly swell inside a belly on the pregnancy scenes, or when a character you’ve completely twisted still smiles at you like you’re her whole world. It’s wrong. It’s beautiful in a fucked way. It feels like you’re building a harem out of people who were once your family, your patients, your lovers, turning them into obedient, wet puppets and devoted partners at the same time, and the game just lets you keep going, deeper, softer, nastier, never really asking you to justify any of it. I just wish the text messages inside the game didn’t use that ugly default pop-up style, it pulls you out for a second, but then somebody drops to their knees, takes you so deep they choke, and suddenly you forget you were annoyed at all.

Plague in the kingdom, king on his throne shitting himself in fear, and you, the poor bastard who has to walk into a cursed forest with a cute elf wife who is way too good for you. That is the whole mood of Cursed Forest Quest – you are technically the hero, but it always feels like the story is asking what happens if the hero is soft, horny, and just a bit unlucky. Vallabelle, your elven wife, is the kind priestess type with huge tits, a perfect ass that does not make physical sense for an elf, and a smile that makes you think “ok, she is totally loyal, it’s fine” while the game quietly laughs in the background. The early scenes sell this perfect couple thing hard: sharing a campfire, she heals your wounds, teases you with a slow handjob as a reward for surviving the day, rides you with that soft priestess moaning, and you think, alright, wholesome, I can relax. Then the forest basically says, no, fuck you, this is a cursed land, and starts poking that little insecurity in your brain every time some other guy looks at her for more than two seconds.

What I liked too much, embarrassingly, is how the game uses “small” moments to kick you in the balls. For example, first time you get to a ruined shrine, there is a choice: go search for relics, or send Vallabelle to talk with the local spirit while you check the perimeter. I just clicked through, not thinking, checked a bush that had literally nothing important, and when I came back, the scene cut to Vallabelle slightly flushed, her robe messed up, her tits kind of out, spirit fading away, and her going “it’s fine, just a blessing.” That moment stuck in my head longer than the full-on vaginal scenes. Not even a big animation there, only small touches, like her avoiding eye contact. Later on there is an actual animated scene with her getting pounded against a forest altar, ass bouncing, moans way louder than anything she ever did for you, and that felt almost less cruel than that earlier half-harassment vibe, where you are not sure what happened but your dick and your stomach both react. By the way, the spanking stuff is weirdly casual here. Sometimes you get to spank her playfully as a “punishment” for teasing you in front of a guard, and she giggles and presses that big ass into your hand. Another time, some other guy does a very similar smack, and suddenly the camera lingers way too long, and she bites her lip in a way she never did for you. I hated that. I also replayed that branch three times to see if her expression changes with different quest choices. It barely does, which somehow turns me on more. The game likes to pretend you have control with all the quests and paths, and yeah, there are multiple endings and all, but honestly half the fun is realizing you clicked yourself into a timeline where you are basically watching your own wife get more “blessed” by the forest than cured. I wish there was a path where you could fully stay pure and keep her untouched, but also I really don’t, and it will never happen anyway.

Hero in Training looks like one of those “save the village, save the world, get laid along the way” stories, but it actually feels more like a horny slice-of-life training arc that forgot to be epic and accidentally became fun anyway. You play this clueless guy trying to become a hero, but the game is clearly more interested in what happens between fighting lessons than in the fighting itself. The village is full of women who are way too stacked and way too friendly for any realistic fantasy setting. Big tits everywhere, big asses that take half the screen when the camera gets close, and that slightly awkward 3dcg look where sometimes a nipple is doing its own side quest. Honestly, I kind of like that cheap vibe; it feels like someone’s horny personal project instead of a corporate porn machine polished in Unreal Engine. The early “training” sessions are this weird mix of combat basics and very obvious sexual harassment that the game treats like a joke. Your instructor keeps "correcting" your stance by grabbing your crotch or pressing her tits on your back like it is part of the curriculum. At one point she helps you with your sword grip and transitions into helping you with your other “sword”, stroking him slow while still lecturing about discipline. It is messed up, but in that porn-logic way where everyone is aggressively okay with it.

The strongest part for me is how the erotic scenes actually grow out of dumb little story setups. There is a moment where the protagonist comes back from a failed mission, frustrated and feeling useless, and the older woman who runs the training grounds corners him in the storage room. She starts teasing him about “needing to relax his body before he can become a real protector” while she casually unlaces her top. He tries to keep the conversation about tactics, she keeps pushing it back to his dick. She gropes herself first, like she’s checking weapons, then grabs his cock through the pants and just holds it until you click forward, like the game is asking “ok, are we doing this?” and of course you are. The handjob there is not just some quick CG and done. She spits in her palm, jerks him off slow, tells him how heroes should know how to endure, speeds up when you beg. Her tits are smashed together in the shot and they are honestly too big, almost cartoonish, but the way the scene is written, it still lands. Then she drops to her knees and gives him this messy oral, deepthroating while still muttering about “proper breathing technique.” It is ridiculous and kind of perfect. Not everything hits, though. There are a few teasing scenes that feel copy pasted: girl “accidentally” sitting on your lap, grinding a little, pretending she did not notice your hard dick pressed against her ass. The game loves the “oops I fell on your cock” energy. Some of the faces in the 3dcg look weird from certain angles, like their eyes are slightly floating apart. Backgrounds can feel cheap. Also there is this milf character, the big protective type, supposedly worried about the village, but half of her dialogue is minor variations of “you have grown so strong” while staring straight at his crotch. She lets you grope her from behind while she’s cooking, then casually moves your hand from her hips up to her tits like she is teaching a child to hold a spoon. Does not fit her written personality at all, but porn writing has never been famous for consistency. Still, some smaller bits stay in my mind more than I expected: a moment where you wake up hard and a woman just silently slips under the blanket for a quick morning blowjob without any big story speech; a scene where you get caught staring at a big ass bent over in the training yard and instead of being angry, she demands you “prove your focus” by keeping eye contact while she guides your hand between her cheeks. It is clumsy, shameless, sometimes funny, and very much a game where being a “hero” mostly means surviving an onslaught of aggressive flirting and very hands-on lessons.