Everything goes to hell before you even click “start”. Dad bailed to some beach with his side chick, robbed half the city, left the house in debt and full of memories that smell like cheap perfume and broken promises. You drag your sorry ass back from college, thinking you’ll maybe crash a few days, fix some paperwork, then vanish again. Instead you walk into a home full of women who remember you very well, some a little too well, and suddenly that “temporary stay” turns into the hottest, messiest, most illegal summer of your entire life. The place is about to be turned into a college dorm, money is tight, secrets are tighter, clothes are optional, and apparently everybody thinks you’re the one who has to “take responsibility”.

What hit me first wasn’t even the sex. It was that weird feeling of coming back to a house where you used to jerk off in silence trying not to wake anyone, and now you’re standing there face to face with that thick, soft, totally out-of-your-league woman you grew up around, and she talks to you like you’re not a kid anymore. The first time she leans over the kitchen table and you get that POV shot of her tits nearly falling out while she asks you something completely normal, it’s like your brain splits in two. One half is thinking “this is wrong”, the other half is screaming “please bend her over the counter right now”. The game leans hard into that tension. Sleepy late-night visits where someone “accidentally” crawls into your bed. A shower scene where you swear the door was locked and then it just… isn’t. A hand brushing your crotch in the hallway, a “joke” grope that lasts way too long, someone sitting in your lap during movie night a little too close, her ass grinding slowly while pretending nothing is happening. It starts as teasing and harassment and then it slowly turns into mutual corruption. You’re not just some horny puppet either. You choose. Who you comfort, who you push away, who you let keep touching you when you should stop them. The story remembers that later. She remembers that. Her sister remembers that too, which gets real interesting when the twins start getting curious at the same time and your pants are already down because of something completely different.

The sex itself goes from sweet to filthy so naturally it almost feels like real life if real life had way more big tits, lactating milfs and zero HR department. One scene you’re just cuddling and talking about how everything went to shit after you left, kissing her slow, taking her virginity soft and careful while she squeezes your hand and tries not to wake anyone in the next room. Next scene you’ve got her riding you reverse on the couch, her big ass bouncing in your face while she milks your cock with her pussy and begs you to fill her up. The POV shots during creampies are stupidly good, especially when you get to see it drip out while she tries to hold it in because she “doesn’t want to get pregnant” and then later there is a whole route where that risk is not just “risk” anymore. If you like oral, there’s a moment where you’re supposed to be studying and she’s under the desk, stroking you, licking the tip, whispering shit in your ear while your messages ping on your phone. There are messy titfucks with cum on her face, footjobs where you don’t even know how the hell you got into that position but suddenly you’re throbbing between painted toes, interracial threesomes where two totally different bodies fight over your dick, and a group scene that feels like the end result of every bad decision you made along the way. Some girls you gently corrupt, others drag you down with them, and sometimes you wake up with someone riding you half-asleep, using you like a toy and pretending tomorrow will still be normal. The voices sell it hard, too. The gasps when you slip it in her ass the first time, the little laughs when she makes you cum from just her hand, the shaky breathing right before she lets you inside without a condom because “just this once”. There are multiple endings depending on who you commit to or if you try to hoard a whole harem like a greedy bastard, and yeah, you can screw up and lose people. That weird ache in your chest when you pick one girl and see another walk away quietly… somehow hits almost as hard as the orgasm you got from her earlier while she was sitting on your face and grinding.

First thing that hit me about Life in Windvale was how it feels like some horny slice-of-life doujin someone stretched into a sim, then fed the whole thing into an AI blender. You start as this farmer guy in a quiet village, married to a tomboy wife who looks like she could carry sacks of grain and still bounce her tits out of her top when she bends over. She’s got that mix of cute and rough, tanlines peeking out when she gets naked in the barn, a bit of muscle, big ass, big chest, but still acts shy when you pull her panties aside. The game pushes the idea that you two actually like each other, which makes it extra hot when you start “spicing things up” and suddenly she’s getting eyed by every dude in town and half the women too. It’s netorase focused, so your guy is in on it, but it still pokes that jealous itch sometimes, like when you watch her laugh a little too hard at the neighbor’s jokes and you know where this is going.

The sex scenes jump pretty quick from teasing to full-on stuff, which I kinda enjoy. You’re messing around in the fields, you choose the “risky” option, and boom, next thing you’re watching your wife kneel between a pair of dark-skinned bulls, her lips shiny with spit while she strokes one cock and deepthroats the other, eyes rolled up in a soft ahegao. Animation is simple but it does the job: tits bounce, hips move, cum splashes on tanlined skin. The voyeurism angle is constant. Sometimes you just stand in a doorway or behind some hay, watching her ride a guy raw, hearing her moan your name while he grabs her tits from behind. Sometimes it flips and you’re the one getting a surprise blowjob from a thick milf in town while your wife secretly watches and gets turned on instead of sulky. There’s this one event where you think it will be a cute threesome with a shy girl from the village, and then suddenly it turns into a full gangbang in a storage barn, your wife sitting on a crate, legs spread, getting her pussy stuffed one after another while you’re busy with the other girl’s mouth and hands. Vaginal, creampies, titfucks with cum dripping down soft curves, handjobs under table during a “nice dinner”, even that kind of teasing where she pretends nothing is happening but you see her panties already wet and pulled aside. It’s messy in a fun way.

It’s not a game you play for perfect polish. The AI CG has that recognizable weirdness sometimes, like a finger looking off or a nipple a bit too stiff, but honestly, in this type of game it just feels like an oddly hot fever dream. Dialog is simple and a bit broken here and there, but as non-native myself, I kinda vibe with it. The harem stuff sneaks up on you too, because while the focus is netorase, you slowly collect options: stacked town milf with huge tits who loves to wrap them around your cock and stroke until you explode on her face, darker-skinned girl with heavy tanlines who begs for “just one more” creampie, a bratty younger woman who acts tough until she’s pinned to a wall and gets her first rough oral session, legs shaking. Swinging shows up when you let another couple into your little world, watching your wife ride someone else while you’re buried between another woman’s cheeks, hands full of big ass, trying not to cum too early. It’s dirty, a bit chaotic, feels like a pile of horny fantasies taped together, but in that good “fanservice cosplay afterparty” way. Not everything connects, some scenes feel rushed, some choices don’t matter much, but when the screen fills with bodies, sweat, moans, and those AI-animated thrusts, it scratches that low-effort, high-smut itch that certain people keep coming back to without admitting it in public.

Evil mage steals a rival’s body, grabs his fancy tower and all the arcane toys inside, then immediately gets cockblocked by three clueless apprentices banging on the front gate. That’s basically the setup, but the game leans hard into the fun side of being the bastard in charge. You’re not some shy virgin hero; you’re a smug asshole already sitting on the throne, trying to corrupt three walking disasters in robes and cleavage. One’s a big titty muscle girl who looks like she could bench the castle walls and your face at the same time, one’s a blonde with that “I read one spellbook and now I think I know everything” energy, and one’s a quieter brunette who you just know is hiding some kinky brainrot under that polite smile. All three of them worship the guy whose body you stole, so the whole thing is you pretending to be him while slowly twisting their faith, their morals, and yeah, their legs.

The writing doesn’t waste time on “oh no, is this wrong?” stuff. It dives straight into teasing, power games, and that nice slow burn where you keep pushing boundaries until suddenly you’re using magic to pin a knight girl against a stone wall and she’s moaning your stolen name like a prayer. One scene had me laughing because you’re in this grand hall, supposed to act like the wise archmage, and instead you’re trying not to stare at the blonde’s tits bouncing while she lectures you about “responsible magic usage”. Bro, she’s scolding the evil mage with a stolen body and doesn’t notice a thing. Peak comedy. Then five clicks later she’s kneeling between your legs, talking about “serving the realm” with a straight face while your cock is basically her new holy relic. That shift is where the game shines: choices look simple on screen, but suddenly they branch into “soft corruption” or straight “shut up and obey, whore” territory, depending how much of a bastard you feel like being that click.

What I liked most is how it keeps the domination fantasy playful instead of just screaming edge all the time. You can be cruel, yeah, but the humor keeps peeking through, like the demon girl who pops in acting like tech support from hell, giving you tips on how to break minds and backs in the same evening. There’s even a scene with an armored knight chick, all righteous and shiny, getting used as a toy in the tower dungeon, the kind of “I’ll never yield” speech while she’s literally riding you raw. Interracial stuff pops up without making a big fuss about it; it’s just part of the world, like “oh yeah, here’s a demon with purple skin and hips wide enough to block a doorway, obviously she wants to help you corrupt the apprentices”. Not everything is perfect; sometimes a line lands a bit cringe, like something you’d see in a horny Reddit thread, and a few transitions feel like the writer clicked “fast forward to sex” in their own brain. But then you get a moment where the muscle girl casually lifts you a little while kissing you against those old castle stones, and your evil mage is thrown off his own dominance for a second, and it feels weirdly hot and funny at once. You go from serious fantasy castle vibes to “haha, ripped spell mommy” in one scene. It’s messy, horny, sometimes clumsy, but that’s exactly why it works here.

Jack Sato wakes up with a succubus problem and honestly? Lucky bastard. Lilith's got this whole resurrection deal going on where she brings you back from whatever unfortunate end you met, but there's strings attached - the fun kind. Your mission, should you choose to accept it (spoiler: you don't really have a choice), involves working your way through the entire female cast of UA High. And when I say working through, well... you know exactly what I mean.

The whole thing plays out like someone took the wholesome hero academy concept and threw it in a blender with every horny fantasy you've ever had about anime girls. Ochako's still got that bubbly personality, except now she's discovering what gravity manipulation can do in more... creative situations. Momo's still the responsible class rep, but her creation quirk opens up possibilities that would make even Mineta blush. Don't get me started on what happens when Tsuyu gets involved - that tongue quirk hits different in this context, if you catch my drift. The art's decent enough, though sometimes the proportions get a bit wild even for anime standards.

What really caught me off guard was how the whole corruption system works. You're not just collecting scenes like Pokemon cards - there's actual choice involved in whether you want these girls as willing participants or... well, let's just say the alternative involves a lot less consent and a lot more mind games. The NTR elements creep in later and honestly threw me for a loop since I wasn't expecting that particular flavor of drama. Some scenes get genuinely intense in ways that made me question my life choices, but here we are. The writing bounces between surprisingly decent character moments and absolute degeneracy, which somehow works better than it should. Jack's not winning any personality awards, but he gets the job done.

Space family trip sounds cute on paper, right? Like some Instagram thing with matching suits and zero gravity hugs. This is not that. Here you start as a regular married guy who just wants to pay the damn mortgage and get his two stepdaughters through college, and suddenly you’re stuck on a paid “social experiment” in space where everyone around you gets their memories deleted… except you. So they wake up in this high-tech station, no clue who you are, who they are to you, nothing. You still remember every family dinner, every birthday, every time they called you dad. And then the game just looks at you and basically asks: are you going to be a good man, or are you going to be a complete fucking monster?

What makes it feel nasty in a good way is how normal everything looks at first. Clean corridors, organized rooms, your wife chatting, the girls wandering around in their little sci-fi outfits, curious and clueless. You talk to them and they treat you like some random stranger, and that hits harder than any porn setup. There is this one early scene where the younger stepdaughter is just sitting by a big window, staring out at the planet, and you can either comfort her like a worried dad or slide into this slow corruption path, touching just a bit too long, saying just a bit too much. Game doesn’t scream at you that it’s “evil”, it just lets you do it and quietly keeps track. Of course, if you push it, you get the heavy stuff: cheating on your wife while she’s right there in the same station, NTR stuff where other guys start sniffing around your girls if you play too soft, breeding content if you go full degenerate and start knocking people up. Sometimes the camera hangs just a second longer on a stare, or on a hand on a hip, and it’s more erotic than the full-on sex scene that comes after. Or it’s just my brain being cooked, could be that too.

The sci-fi part is not just wallpaper either. You got weird labs where they test “compatibility”, voyeur points where you watch what the others are doing in the showers or private cabins, exhibition stuff where your stepdaughter is walking around half naked in some gravity adjustment test and doesn’t understand why the crew is drooling over her. There is this one voyeur scene where your wife thinks she’s single again and flirts with some tall alien-looking dude, and the game lets you decide if you just watch, interfere, or let it slide into full-on NTR and then pretend later you “didn’t see”. And the animations are dirty in a very physical way: skin-on-skin, rough BDSM sessions with cuffs and collars in a sterile white room, interracial gangbang in a research bay like it’s just another experiment. The whole thing feels like a long bad decision tree from an old choose-your-own-adventure book, except every “turn to page 78” is basically “do you keep your morals or do you fuck your whole family’s life up in the horniest way possible”. It’s gross, it’s hot, it makes you pause on the save screen way too often, and then you still click the worst option.

Mark drags his ass back to his hometown thinking he’s just crashing at the old house for a while, and the whole thing instantly turns into a slow-motion sex disaster. Dad is gone, ran off to the Caribbean with his side piece after quietly robbing his company blind for years, and left behind a wrecked family home, a broke ex-girlfriend, and a pile of debts that might as well scream “you’re screwed” in neon. The “solution”? Turn the house into a college-style dorm and stuff it with girls who already know Mark way too well. Childhood friends, twins who used to tease him when he was still a virgin, a neighbor milf with that tight yoga-ass that makes you pause the game just to stare, and a couple of ex-crushes who suddenly don’t seem so out of reach now that everything is falling apart. The mood jumps all over the place: one moment you’re joking about the house turning into a horny hostel, the next you’re in a quiet POV scene where an old flame is jerking you off on the couch, voice quivering, whispering how she missed “this” while you were away, and yeah, she means exactly what you think.

What hits first isn’t some big dramatic twist but the way the girls remember things you forgot. Like that one scene with the chocolate cake in the kitchen where one of the twins licks cream from her finger way too slow and says “you used to watch me do this when we were kids, you perv” while her tits basically rest on the counter. You get options that look harmless, then five clicks later she’s on her knees giving sloppy oral, moaning in your language headset-style, and you realize you dug your own horny grave. The humor keeps undercutting the filth too: you can be elbow-deep in a lactation scene with a milf who “just needs some relief” and in the middle of a titfuck she cracks a joke about charging rent for every creampie you leave in the house. It should kill the mood, but it somehow makes it hotter, because it feels like real people messing around, not plastic porn robots. Some routes lean pure romance, like falling asleep after anal with a girl who cuddles you, talking about future babies and maybe pregnancy, while other paths let you drift into group sex chaos where three girls fight over whose turn it is to ride you, one sitting on your face, another grinding on your dick, someone else just quietly masturbating in the corner because she “likes to watch.” There are endings you can feel coming and others that sneak up, like screwing the wrong person behind someone’s back, that little netori twist where you pretend it’s just a handjob in the shower and suddenly you’ve ruined a relationship you were actually starting to care about. Best way to enjoy all of it? Be a little reckless. Say yes when the twins ask you to help them “study,” don’t skip the teasing scenes, let people get jealous, let mistakes pile up, and save often so you can go back and see what happens if you let the shy girl be the one who finally climbs on top and fucks you until she’s shaking.

Free City is trashy in the best way, like that one bar where the floor sticky, the cocktails weak, and somehow you still end up naked in the bathroom with someone you met ten minutes ago. You play this private eye who is supposed to care about some "suicide case," but baby, the man investigating is thirstier than the whole police department. Every time I tried to follow a clue I ended up following a pair of tits instead. And the game knows it. It throws curves at you all the time, big boobs everywhere, big asses trying to distract you while you pretend to be professional. You question a widow, she is crying, mascara running, and two clicks later she is on the couch with her legs open, asking you in that fake innocent voice if you can "comfort" her. Sure, girl, I bring the comfort and the condom. The whole visual novel flow is slow enough to tease, but not that boring otome slow where you need three hours just to see a hand touch. Here, one wrong answer and suddenly you have her on all fours, her ass up, and the screen full of thick cg that looks like it came straight out of someone’s secret folder named "do_not_open". Then you realize she has a husband. Or had. Or has a boyfriend too. Honestly I lost track, because everyone cheating on everyone and I was sitting there sipping my iced coffee like a messy therapist watching a live soap opera.

The best part is how the game keeps pretending it is a serious noir story while you are busy corrupting half the city. One moment you talk about crime, motives, evidence, being all "hard-boiled detective", the next you are balls-deep in some interracial group scene where you forgot why you came there in the first place. There is romance if you want it, that sugary "I care about you" vibe, but the romance quickly turns into "tie me up and spit in my mouth" if you push the right dialogue options. Some of those bdsm scenes come out of nowhere. You flirt a little, do the soft hand touch, then boom, she is naked, wrists bound to the headboard, big tits pressed together with rope, and you decide if you want to be gentle or absolutely ruin her. And sometimes the game just goes, "Oh, you like girls too?" and hands you a lesbian scene with a side of voyeurism, while you stand back like a sleazy director watching two women go from shy kisses to full tongue, fingers, and one of them riding the other’s face until the bedsheets look like a crime scene by themselves. The group sex bits are wild but messy in a fun way, people grabbing whatever body part in reach, someone taking it in the ass while moaning about how they should not be doing this, someone else with cum dripping on their big boobs, and the story still trying to tell you, "hey, remember, murder mystery?" No, babe, I remember her legs shaking when I picked the "harder" option. The only thing that annoyed me was one tiny sound effect during a climax that sounded like someone stirring mac and cheese in a plastic bowl, threw me right out for a second, and now I cannot stop thinking about it. But anyway, every time I thought I would play just a bit and close the tab, suddenly I am six choices deep into another affair, lying to one character while fucking another in an alley, my detective morally bankrupt and my browser history screaming help.

Keiichi feels like that dude who sits alone in the corner of a beach bar, pretending he’s “just enjoying the view” while his entire life is quietly catching fire. The game throws you right into his vacation, into this fake-relaxing tropical vibe where the air smells like sunscreen and cheap cocktails, and suddenly every girl you meet has a body that makes you forget what you were going to say. It looks like some light romantic thing at first, all smiles at the hotel café, sand stuck between toes, sun on brown skin, but it doesn’t stay soft. One moment you’re sharing iced coffee with a curvy Brazilian waitress, watching her ass sway when she leans over to clean a table, and the next she’s teasing you under the counter with her foot, pressing her soft sole against your crotch while she keeps talking like nothing’s happening. She laughs when you spill your drink, by the way. Total bully energy, and I kind of hated it and loved it.

The whole story is written like this messy diary he’s keeping on his phone, like when you open Google Docs at night and write stuff you’d never send to anyone. Some scenes are sweet in a painful way. You’re on the beach at sunset with this latina girl who pretends she just wants to talk about “future plans” and family drama, but the camera just sits way too long on her tits pushed up in that bikini, on tan thighs crossed in the sand. She puts her feet in your lap, wriggling her toes like it’s nothing, and casually asks if you’ve ever had your dick sucked on an empty shore. Cue choice screen: be a gentleman, or let her slowly slide down, her lips wrapping around you while waves crash in the background. You can pick if he’s loyal or just a horny idiot, but no matter what you choose, you still feel like a creep checking all the routes. There’s a party scene too, loud music, glow sticks, everyone half-drunk, her lipstick smeared as she pushes you into a dark corner near the pool and takes you in her mouth, choking and giggling, then asking if you’d still call her in the morning. You probably won’t.

The game keeps throwing women at you like you’re the last man on earth. Big tits bouncing in tight tops at the hotel café, big asses in tiny shorts walking ahead of you on the boardwalk, different skin tones, different attitudes. One is shy and romantic, blushing when your hand brushes her ankle, then later she’s the one giving you a slow, almost worshipful footjob on the bed, her painted toes gripping your shaft while she whispers that she wants to belong to you. Another girl flirts with your friends, flirts with everyone actually, and if you follow the wrong choices she heads off with some other guy, and the game just lets you sit in that sick netorare feeling, reading Keiichi’s jealous diary entry where he pretends it doesn’t bother him. Sometimes the choices feel fake, like they clearly want you to go for the full harem route, with all of them orbiting around your dick on this “vacation that changes everything”, but then there are these tiny moments where someone refuses you, or talks about old wounds, and suddenly your porn game turns into late-night emotional torture. Still, every time I told myself I’d stick to one wholesome romance, I ended up at another beach party, staring at bouncing tits in a wet bikini top, toes sliding along my shaft under the table, and clicking the most trash option available without even pretending to be a good guy.

Burned out barista flies to Rio thinking he’s going to “find himself” or some bullshit like that, and the game immediately throws him into the kind of vacation people only talk about when their main browser is on Pornhub and their incognito tab is full of brown skin, sandy beaches and sloppy oral. You’re this dude who spent way too long serving cappuccinos and listening to people complain about soy milk, and now you’re landing in Brazil with a cheap suitcase, a fried brain and exactly zero idea what you’re doing. Which is perfect, because the game pretty much weaponizes that clueless energy. One moment you’re half jetlagged, trying to figure out how to pay for a cab without looking like a complete idiot, next moment you’re standing in front of a beach bar, staring at a brazilian latina with legs for days, feet in sandals, laughing at you while she knows exactly how stupid you look. And yeah, she catches you staring at her toes. The game does this a lot: it lets you get horny in a really messy, human way, not like some clinical porn script. When she notices your eyes slide down, you actually get a choice. Look away and pretend you were checking the sand. Or keep looking and admit it. If you go for the second one, her smile changes a little, and you suddenly understand this trip is not about “rest”. It’s about how far you’ll actually go once no one from your boring cafe life is watching.

Stuff escalates slowly and then all at once. There’s the first beach party where everyone’s drunk on cheap caipirinha and outdated reggaeton hits, and you’re squeezed between sweaty bodies, lights, and this girl pressing her ass against you while her boyfriend is literally five meters away buying drinks. Or not her boyfriend. The game never makes it clean. It plays with that netorare edge in a way that feels more like a bad decision on a hot night than some hardcore fetish show. You get scenes where you’re sitting at a plastic table, sand under your feet, she slips off her flip flop and her toes slide over your crotch while she pretends to talk about “culture” and “Brazilian spirit”, and her guy is right there laughing at something on his phone. In one branch he catches on, in another he just stays blissfully dumb. Sometimes you feel like a piece of shit, sometimes you don’t care at all, and the script doesn’t try to clean it up for you. When she drags you to the water later and pushes you against the rocks to suck you off while the tide hits your legs, you remember that you were supposed to “reflect on your life choices” this year. Instead you’re getting wet sand on your ass and her mouth around your dick while she strokes you with the same foot that teased you earlier at the bar, making half-muffled jokes in portuguese you barely get. It’s romantic for two seconds, then filthy, then kind of romantic again. Like a party that smells like sunscreen, sweat and cheap perfume, and you only realize you lost your wallet when you’re already back in the hostel bed, still tasting her on your lips.

The game pretends to be about choices, and in a way it is, but it’s not that tidy “good route / bad route” stuff you see everywhere. You can chase a more tender vacation romance with one girl, share quiet moments with her on the beach at sunset, listen to her talk about trying to get out of the favela, kiss her slowly, feel her tongue slide into your mouth while she climbs on your lap, her bikini bottoms pushed aside so she can ride you carefully while waves crash in the background. Or you can screw that up completely by answering one question wrong and ending in some cramped back room of a noisy bar, where another woman drops to her knees so fast it feels almost transactional, letting you fuck her throat while her mascara smudges and her feet rub together along your shaft in a messy footjob that’s more desperation than affection. Sometimes it feels like you’re the tourist ruining people’s lives, other times you’re just a guy getting dragged along in someone else’s chaos. There is interracial stuff, yeah, and the game doesn’t treat it like porn category labels, just like reality: different tones of skin tangled together on sweaty sheets, breath in your ear, nails on your back, a leg over your shoulder while you go down on her until she pulls your hair because you’re too rough. It’s not “polished” at all. Some scenes feel rushed, some jumps between daytime coffee in a small cafe and night-time blowjob in a dark alley are jarring, and sometimes the tone flips so fast you wonder if two writers fought over the script in a Google Doc. But that messy vibe is exactly like a real bad decision vacation. You tell yourself you came here to rest. Then you wake up with sand in your shoes, bite marks on your chest, a girl’s phone number written on your arm in marker, and you’re already checking if she’s online while another woman sends you a message asking if you’re coming to the next party. The game never asks if you deserve any of it. It just lets you sink deeper.