You land back in a house that’s supposed to be “home”, but it feels more like a horny social experiment with blood ties and fake smiles. Dad is gone, funeral smell still in your nose, and suddenly you’re sitting in a car with a woman who looks like an older, hotter version of the girls from your porn folders. She calls herself your mother, acts like the past fifteen years were just a little misunderstanding, and drives you straight into a nest full of women who all call you family and look like trouble. Not soft trouble. The kind you want.

The game doesn’t waste much time pretending you’re a saint. You’re the only guy in a house with three “sisters” who don’t know what to do with you yet, and a mom who keeps hugging you just a bit longer than normal. At first you’re just walking around, checking rooms, catching them in little private moments. One of your sisters thinks the door is fully closed, sits on her bed with her phone and starts touching herself, trying to be silent. You can back away, or stay and watch while the camera slowly sneaks closer, like you’re literally breathing on the crack of the door. Later she mentions feeling watched but doesn’t quite accuse you. That’s the fun part: nobody is really innocent, they just pretend harder than you.

What I liked is how conversations feel like messed up speed-dating, but with people you’re not supposed to date. You test pickup lines on them like you learned everything from Pornhub comments and some cringy Reddit posts. Sometimes it works way too well. You tell your oldest sister that her new yoga outfit “fits her ass so perfectly it’s distracting” expecting a slap, and she just blushes and turns around slowly, asking if it really looks that good on her. You can double down, stand right behind her while she bends forward, or chicken out and talk about stretching “for health” like some idiot. The game lets you push that line between teasing and straight-up corruption a lot, and it feels less like a scripted romance and more like poking at a weak spot until it breaks.

The blackmail angle slides in quietly. Your mom is strict in this very religious, fake moral way, but she keeps leaving her phone around. You catch spicy messages from some married guy, grab a few screenshots, and suddenly every argument at the dinner table has a hidden gun under it. Want her to stop nagging you about your grades? Hint that her “church friend” might see those messages. Want her to pour more wine and loosen up on the couch? Just tap your pocket where the phone is. At one point she’s yelling at you for being lazy, you lean in and murmur something about “pastor Daniel and that bathroom selfie,” and she just shuts up, cheeks red, then changes topic and asks if you’re eating enough. Later that same woman is on her knees, fingers digging into your thighs, trying to pretend this is still some kind of motherly affection while you hold her hair and decide how rough you wanna be.

Not everything is smooth. The pacing jumps. One evening you’re getting a shy hug, the next you have one of the girls on your lap, grinding over your cock while pretending she just “needs a massage for her back.” But honestly that chaos fits. The house slowly turns into your personal playground. You spank a younger sister “as a joke” after she steals your towel, and the slap sound is way too loud, echoing in the bathroom. She freezes, then laughs nervously, and asks if you’ll do it again “but not so hard this time.” Of course you can ignore it. You won’t.

There’s this tiny thing that annoyed me for no good reason: everyone keeps walking around with their phones, but you can’t just open some real-world app like Telegram inside the game. You get this fake messaging system that still somehow nails the feeling of late-night thirst texts. One girl sends you a pic of her in panties, pretending it’s an “outfit check,” and you can reply with flirty bullshit or just tell her to come to your room. Pick the flirty option and it drags things out in a fun way, pick the direct one and you’ll have her kneeling between your legs, drool on your shaft, eyes shining like she knows she crossed a line she can’t walk back from.

Little by little they all stop seeing you as just the long-lost relative and more like the man of the house, the one who decides when a kiss stays innocent and when a tongue slips in, when a handjob “by accident” turns into her swallowing your load while you call her a good girl. The game pretends it’s about healing old family wounds, but it’s really about how fast you can turn that whole house into something dirty, secret, and completely yours.

Jade grew up learning two things: hide what’s between her legs, and never trust anyone who smiles too wide when they say “we’re all equal here.” The game drops you right into that kind of world, still aching after a nasty war, where futas were supposed to be holy miracle weapons and ended up treated like walking biohazards. She’s the unlucky one in her bloodline, the first futa born in generations, stuck pretending to be just another pretty girl while her body is screaming the exact opposite. Then someone close to her turns up dead, and suddenly she’s not just trying to keep her secret, she’s stuck doing actual detective work, crawling through the filth of this broken city, knocking on doors, following leads, and trying not to pop a boner every time some soft, curious piece of ass leans in too close during “questioning.” It’s half investigation, half “I swear officer, the suspect tripped and landed on my dick.”

The whole thing feels like the game is trying to seduce you and then insult you at the same time. One minute you’re in a tense scene, talking to this icy noblewoman who clearly thinks futas are monsters, and the next she’s on her knees, lipstick smeared, trying to pretend she isn’t moaning when Jade buries that cock down her throat. There’s a lot of that push and pull: girls who act disgusted and then end up begging, twins who “only fool around with each other” until Jade walks in and ruins that promise in about five seconds, a shy virgin type who swears she’s straight then melts the first time she gets her face sat on. When the game wants to go all in on lesbian stuff, it really goes for it, all tongue and fingers and messy grinding, wet thighs and shaky breathing, the kind of scenes where you can almost hear the bedframe complaining. And then sometimes it just decides, no, you’re getting your soul emptied right now, have a futa pounding some cute thing into the mattress, creampie dripping out while she blushes and tries to keep eye contact. It’s not elegant, it’s just hot and awkward, like real bad decisions.

What caught me off guard is how much the story keeps poking at Jade’s identity while it’s also busy drowning everyone in sex. She’s not some cool, confident porn goddess. Half the time she’s flustered, trying to do serious investigation stuff while her cock is literally twitching because the witness has thick thighs and zero concept of personal space. There’s this one interrogation where she’s supposed to be getting info about the murder, but the suspect’s a trapped, pretty-boy type who looks more like a runaway idol than anything, and it slowly turns into Jade humiliating him, making him stroke her while he whimpers and remembers he was “totally straight” yesterday. The game doesn’t care. It just leans into the corruption, the “I’m not like that” girls who turn into full-on sluts for Jade, the mouthy racist guy who ends up taking it just to keep his deal, the proud lady who swears she’ll never kneel to a futa and then literally does it, dripping on the floor. It’s not gentle, sometimes it’s rough and mean, and then randomly you get a scene where Jade is weirdly tender, holding a pregnant lover’s belly and kissing her, like she’s scared to break that small warm moment. And anyway, I still don’t understand why one NPC’s phone UI looks exactly like old WhatsApp while everyone else has some fake chat app, but it bothered me the whole time and I kept checking it every scene and then forgot what I was talking about.

New Antioch feels like somebody took a brutal dark fantasy, smashed it into a porn game, then asked, “ok, but how much filth can we cram between all this blood and rusty armor?” You play as Mateo, this cold bastard enforcer everyone whispers about, the guy nobles send when they want someone broken, not just beaten. On paper you’re a loyal dog of this dusty mining province, stomping around a dead world that never really recovered from the last time humans fucked everything up. In practice you’re sneaking into the capital with a grudge, a hard-on, and way too much freedom to ruin people’s lives. One moment you’re ankle deep in corpses after a raid, the next you’re in some torchlit room humiliating a noble milf who has more jewelry than self-respect, riding your cock while begging you not to tell her husband. The game never pretends to be wholesome. You get romance, sure, but it’s the kind where you might pull a girl’s hair while she’s choking on you, then later actually feel weirdly protective when she flinches at someone else raising a hand.

The sex scenes are wild, and not in the “oh cute missionary with soft music” way. There’s a virgin priestess shaking so hard she can’t even guide you in, bleeding a bit while you slowly push deeper and whisper the most rotten shit in her ear. There’s a smug monster-looking thing you thought would just be a boss, but then you realize the “victim” chained near it is actually into it, and you end up watching way longer than you should, jerking yourself off like some pervert in the shadows. One of my favorite bits was this drunk, foul-mouthed older woman running a rundown tavern near the city walls, brown skin, messy hair, big ass. She pretends she hates you, spits insults, but when you corner her in the back room and tell her you know about her little smuggling side business, suddenly she’s on her knees, slurping you like she’s been waiting all year for that threat. The game gives you lots of those ugly little power moments: blackmail, humiliation, rough sex where you grab hips hard enough to leave bruises, or shove a girl’s face into the mattress while she moans that someone might hear. There’s even some twisted netori flavor when you bang a knight’s “pure” fiancée while he’s out dying for his banner, then smile at him later like nothing happened, still remembering the way she clawed your back and begged you to cum inside. It’s cruel, messy, unromantic and somehow still has these rare scenes where someone kisses you soft and nervous, and for a second you almost forget this whole world is just rotting slowly into dust.

Twilight City is one of those places that looks like a shitty Netflix crime show if you squint, but then it opens its legs and suddenly you remember why you still play this kind of stuff instead of scrolling Pornhub like a goldfish. You’re the guy with the dead eyes and the old case eating your brain, the whole “Red Tape Killer” urban legend that refuses to stay buried. Instead of doing the usual noir thing where everything starts in some smoky office, the story yanks you straight back to your college days, when your biggest problems were exams, cheap coffee, and trying not to stare at your classmates’ tits for too long. That part is actually the nice trick here: you know this is all going somewhere very ugly, but the game forces you to wade through that bittersweet student life where every girl feels important and every bad choice is quietly sharpening the knife for later.

College isn’t some generic porn campus here, although yeah, there’s plenty of “oops, she’s bending over again” moments. You’ve got this mix of girls who feel like they stepped out of different games and accidentally ended up in the same one. There’s the playful tease who keeps fucking with you during group projects, brushing her hand along your thigh under the table while the professor drones on, acting like nothing is happening. Another one pretends she’s only interested in “helping you study” then slowly slides her hand into your lap while asking about your future, as if your cock is part of the career plan. The sex scenes don’t waste your time with theatrical bullshit either. Handjobs that start messy and rushed because you’re both afraid someone will walk in. Slow, drawn out oral where she looks up at you with that smug “I own you now” expression. Classic pussy pounding in a tiny dorm room that squeaks at every thrust while you’re both trying to keep the volume low and completely failing. Tits and ass are front and center, obviously, bouncing in rhythm with every movement. The animations are not perfect, some loops feel a bit stiff, and sometimes her mouth movement is weirdly off from the audio, but honestly that rough edge gives it this cheap porn studio vibe that kind of works. Then again, I’m half blind from too many Steam “adult” games, so maybe I’m just broken.

Under all the fucking, there’s that slow burn detective thread doing push-ups in the background. Random details from banal scenes suddenly matter, like a half-seen red ribbon tied to a bag, or a line in a casual conversation that hits differently when you remember you’re chasing a serial killer. One time I picked a dialogue choice just to be a bit of a sarcastic asshole and later realized it was tied to whether someone actually trusts you enough to open up about a creepy incident on campus. Choices don’t scream “THIS WILL CHANGE EVERYTHING” in neon text, they just sit there, and later you realize you nudged the story into a darker corner. The investigation parts are pretty light, more about talking, piecing together small clues, and deciding who you believe instead of playing CSI with a magnifying glass, but the tone fits. That mix of college romance, interracial hookups, and a slowly closing criminal net is strangely addictive. You’re balls deep in a girl, her legs wrapped tight around your waist, and at the same time your brain is quietly replaying that message the killer sent you in the future, trying to match the threat to one of these pretty faces. It’s fucked up, it’s horny, it trips over its own shoes sometimes with pacing, and the writing swings between sharp and cheesy like a drunk on a staircase, yet I kept clicking next, just to see which of these “innocent” memories is hiding the rot.