Edward is the kind of guy you look at and think, “yeah, this dude really believes in romance.” He’s got that boring good-boy energy, the one who plans date nights, remembers anniversaries, all that crap. His girl, Erica, she’s got this soft sweetness at first glance, but her body is just pure trouble. Huge tits that don’t fit normal clothes right, an ass that keeps stealing every scene she’s in, tight skirts that pretend to be modest and fail every time. The story just drops you in the middle of their “happy” relationship, no grinding for stats, no dumb choices, just watching him slowly fuck around with the idea of “sharing” her like it’s a game and not a complete mindfuck. And then there’s Diego. Tall, confident, that annoying kind of chill dude who always looks like he knows more than you. The second he appears, it’s obvious what role he’ll play, but the tension is still hot as hell. There’s this nice build up where Edward is acting like he’s just being open minded, teasing her with dirty talk, showing her porn of girls getting used by other guys while pretending he’s not secretly terrified and turned on at the same time.

What I liked is how the whole thing moves like a slow train crash. No branching, no “good” route where everything stays pure. You just watch them slide from harmless flirting to real line-crossing. It starts with Edward pushing Erica to dress more revealing around Diego, little stuff like bending too much in front of him, accidental tits out of the bra, her laughing it off but not really. Then the eye contact gets longer, the jokes get dirtier, and the story leans hard into that cruel mix of romance and betrayal. Edward keeps telling himself this is their “thing,” that he’s in control, that he’s the one giving permission. And it’s kinda hot at first. There’s a moment where Erica sits on Edward’s lap while texting Diego, and the whole scene is just her grinding her big ass slowly while typing, pretending it’s nothing. No crazy action, just tension and cocky little smiles. That part stuck with me more than some of the full-on sex later.

The sex itself flips between tender and brutal in a nice way. One minute you have Edward and Erica making love like they’re still in a normal couple story, kisses, soft touches, her tits bouncing as she rides him, whispering that she loves only him. Next scene, Diego has her folded up, grabbing her ass with both hands, her moaning louder than she ever did with Edward, and the camera is unkind about it. You see the little details that hurt the most: her losing control when Diego hits that spot inside her, the way she calls his name a bit too clear, the exact second Edward’s fake confidence breaks. There’s teasing everywhere, not just sexual teasing, but emotional. She’ll say “it’s just fun, you know that” while her body clearly tells another story. The game makes you sit through Edward trying to be cool about it, to pretend this is still “their” fantasy and not his private nightmare. Some scenes are honestly rough if you’re a purist. At one point Diego sits on the couch like he owns the place, Erica standing between his knees, tits half out, and Edward just watches, frozen. It pissed me off a bit how easily she melts, but I couldn’t stop watching either. And I’m not even into this stuff usually, I’m that boring vanilla guy who just wants one-on-one romance, yet here I am, watching this dude slowly lose his girl and getting hard anyway. That’s probably the worst part.

Jamie feels like that guy you see in every Discord server who’s always online, always “one more match,” and somehow still confused why his life is going to shit. The game throws you into his head and also out of it, since you hop to other points of view too, but it never asks what you think. It just drags you through this messy school-life drama where sex is basically the only honest language anybody speaks. One minute you’re in the classroom with all the usual fake politeness, the next you’re watching a hand slide under a desk, fingers pressing into thigh, then panties, then nothing. And because it’s kinetic, you don’t get that safety of “oh I’ll pick the nice option.” There is no nice option. Stuff just happens, and it gets worse, and you kind of hate it and keep clicking anyway.

Kim is supposed to be the “good girl,” loyal and patient while Jamie hides in his games, but the story keeps poking holes in that fake ideal. She’s waiting for him, horny, frustrated, touching herself alone while he’s busy chasing loot instead of her tits. Then William shows up, all calm and composed, the kind of guy who actually listens, and you know where that goes. Not suddenly, not with fireworks, more like slow rot. A shoulder touch at the lockers. A “joke” about how she could do better. Walking her home. Fingers brushing her lower back. Next thing, you’re staring at an internal view of his cock in her, thick and detailed, cum pouring straight into her like she hasn’t had a boyfriend in months. The weird thing is, the game never pauses to guilt-trip anyone. Netorare is just treated like weather: it rains, you get wet, nobody asks permission.

The sex is filthy in that very direct way that doesn’t feel like porn dialogue written by someone who never touched a person. There is anal that isn’t romantic at all, just rough and controlling, with her knees shaking and her mouth saying “no, we can’t” while her body obviously can. There’s groping on the train, hands on big tits while strangers look away, that ugly little realism of harassment where the world pretends nothing is happening. The “trap” angle sneaks in sideways, you think one character is just a shy boy and suddenly you’re watching him get pinned and used, his ass spread open, treated like a toy but there is this tiny flicker of pleasure in his eyes that fucks with your moral compass. The futa and trans stuff doesn’t show up as some big “special episode” either, it just exists in the cast, like yeah, she has a dick and she’s jerking it in the bathroom stall thinking about corrupting someone’s girlfriend later, why are you surprised?

Gay scenes hit different, more like raw territory fights than romance. Two guys testing each other, dominance games in the locker room, a blowjob that starts as a threat and turns into something way more confusing when the “victim” starts pushing back instead of pulling away. There’s interracial stuff folded in without big speeches, just visual contrast and constant power plays, like the game is obsessed with who owns who in every frame. Masturbation is everywhere, almost casual, everyone doing it: Jamie half-hard in bed with his phone, Kim in the shower trying not to say William’s name, some side character hunched over a desk in the empty classroom, panting quietly so the teacher in the next room doesn’t hear. And the whole time, corruption is the slow heartbeat underneath. Nobody wakes up a monster. They just make one small compromise, then one more, until cheating feels less like betrayal and more like gravity. The really annoying part? At one point I tried to scroll back by muscle memory, like on Telegram, to check a line I missed, and my thumb kept hitting the wrong place, and I still don’t know what that one whispered line before the creampie was. It bugs me more than it should.

There is this lonely lake house, and the game just throws you inside it with this guy and his brother’s fiancée, and everything feels a little wrong from the first minute. Not in the cheap “boo” way, more like the air is too quiet, the water outside looks too still, and you feel like if you touch the glass you’ll feel something breathe back. I kept thinking about how I’d build a routine on that long wooden pier, the kind where I walk out slowly, heels clicking, fog on the water behind me, and then I just drop the coat and let the silence watch me grind. The game has that same feeling, like the world around them is staring while they do things they really shouldn’t. She walks around in these soft clothes that hang on her big tits and huge ass in a way that says “I’m comfortable” but also “I know you’re looking,” and the camera really loves her curves. Sometimes too much. There’s this shot in the kitchen where she leans over the counter and I swear the whole scene might as well be about her ass only, like the rest of the house stopped existing.

The story pretends to be all about survival, virus, quarantine, blah blah, but the reason I kept clicking was that slow teasing between those two. You see them try to be polite, to keep distance, then the eye contact lingers one second longer than normal, then the accidental brush of bodies, him going to the bathroom and hearing her masturbating inside, trying to control his breathing while she’s quietly moaning and thinking no one hears. That scene hit me hard, because I could picture a routine where I’m behind a thin curtain, only silhouette, hand between my legs, the audience just hearing breath and little wet sounds, never seeing everything until the very end. The game does that with the paranormal stuff too. It doesn’t jump in your face. You get these tiny glitches in reality, something wrong in the lake reflection, a shadow behind a window that should be empty, and by the time you get to the more explicit sex, your brain is already trained to expect something moving in the background. The animated bits go from sensual to almost nasty in a good way, like when she finally rides him and you see her tits bounce heavy and natural, but the light from the lake looks slightly sick, like the water is jealous and watching them fuck.

I liked that it’s basically a straight line story, no choices, no going back, just “you are this horny idiot, deal with it,” even if sometimes it feels a bit like watching a really long TikTok playlist instead of a game. There was one moment where he’s outside at night, flashlight shaking, hearing something in the trees, and all I could think of was how I’d dance with that flashlight in my mouth, body covered in oily sweat, pretending the dark wants to swallow me whole. Then you cut from that to a quiet morning coffee scene and her nipples poking through a thin top and it almost breaks the mood in a clumsy way, like the game forgot it was trying to be horror for a second. But when the lake finally shows its teeth, and they are forced to touch and hold each other for comfort that is absolutely not just comfort, it hits. The cheating angle is dirty as hell, because it never really tries to justify itself. She is scared, he is scared, and fear turns into arousal, then into full vaginal sex on that couch while something unseen scratches on the window. It made me want to do a number where the music keeps cutting out, like something is wrong with the speakers, while I grind on a chair as if I’m fucking a ghost that no one else can see. The only thing that really annoyed me is his stupid walk cycle in a couple scenes, he looks like he is always about to trip over his own dick, and for some reason that distracted me every time. But the mix of house intimacy, lake horror, and that slow, filthy teasing that bursts into raw, wet, animated sex, yeah, that stuck under my skin in a way I wasn’t really ready for.

Untamed Lust throws you right into a mess of uniforms, sweat and really bad decisions, and honestly that’s exactly why it works and why it pisses me off at the same time. You’re mostly riding inside Axel’s head, this ego on legs in an army coat, who treats the whole base like his personal porn set. One moment he’s barking orders at soldiers, next second he’s got a nurse pinned against a desk, pants halfway down, giving her this rough handjob while she tries not to moan too loud because people are literally walking past the door. The game loves that kind of “we might get caught” tension. Blowjobs in an office with blinds half open, anal in a supply tent while some idiot soldier is yelling outside, a quick wet jerk under the table during some fake serious briefing. The sex is not gentle at all, it’s power play, ego, cheating, messy lipstick, cum on stockings, that whole vibe. And when it slows down for masturbation scenes, it’s still not really romantic, more like “I’m horny, I have five minutes and a locked door, let’s go.” Weirdly hot. Also weirdly awful. Depends on your mood.

Then the whole thing shifts into the forest stuff and it feels like some horny survival horror that forgot the horror. Axel ends up hiding out in this wild forest after shit hits the fan, and here come Isabella, Cody, Valerie and Tobey like the dumbest camping crew ever. Isabella is this gorgeous dancer with a spine of steel who is absolutely done with her soft, useless boyfriend but still stuck with him, and the story keeps rubbing that in your face. One scene she’s quietly touching herself in a tent, trying not to wake Cody, thinking about someone else’s hands and mouth, and you just know that relationship is on life support. Valerie feels like the friend who says she’s “just here for the hike” but her eyes say “I will absolutely suck someone off by the campfire if things get spicy enough.” Tobey is written as this effeminate queer guy who ends up in situations where the camera lingers a bit too long on his lips, his ass, etc, and you start side‑eyeing the screen thinking, yeah, there’s going to be some LGBTQ stuff here for sure, and not just as background decoration.

The game sells itself on “your choices matter” but sometimes it’s more like your choices matter until the script wants a certain blowjob or anal scene, and then suddenly every path seems to bend toward that anyway. One branch has Axel basically turning a “friendly talk” by the river into a slow, dominating blowjob scene where he just pushes the head down a bit deeper every time, water splashing, birds chirping, like nature is just quietly watching this man prove he’s the alpha. In another route, you get this angry, cheating-driven vaginal fuck where Isabella finally snaps, rides the wrong guy like she’s trying to erase Cody from her body, legs wrapped tight, nails on his chest, and it’s hot as hell and also kind of depressing if you think for more than two seconds. And don’t expect the game to be shy with anal. There’s at least one scene where the build‑up is all about “you can say no” but the camera and the dialogue are very obviously waiting for you to say yes so he can push in slow, hear that sharp inhale, and then pound hard while one hand covers the mouth and the other digs into the hip. Oral, handjobs, masturbation, straight stuff, queer stuff, cheating everywhere, all wrapped into this weird mix of power fantasy and “these people are emotionally ruined but sure, let’s fuck in the forest again.” It’s horny, messy, kind of trashy, and if you’re into that, yeah, it hits. Even when it really shouldn’t.