Zeus gets a prophecy, freaks out like always, and throws you into the underworld before you even get to enjoy your first breath. That’s your childhood. Now it’s your eighteenth nameday, and suddenly all the stuff they kept from you hits at once: divinity, lust, raw destructive magic, the kind of power that makes mountains nervous and mortals wet. You’re Thalya, a futa demigoddess with a dick that is honestly treated more like a weapon than a body part, daughter of a titan of love and a war goddess who solves problems with blood and orgasms in equal measure. You’ve been hidden away in the dark, raised on stories about the world you’re not allowed to touch, and now the leash finally snaps. The whole ancient Greek world opens up like a toy box full of temples, monsters, snarky demigods with parent issues, and gods who think they’re untouchable. Spoiler: they’re not. The story just pushes you along, no choices, no fake “morality system”. You’re not here to be a hero. You’re a walking middle finger to Olympus, powered by horny spite and daddy Zeus’ paranoia.

The fun part is how the game treats your power like something alive. Lightning crawling over your skin while you pin a smug demigod against a ruined pillar and fuck the arrogance out of them. A priestess trying to pray to Athena and ending up on her knees for you instead, your hand on the back of her head, your magic seeping into her thoughts until the only worship she cares about is your cock. One scene has you stepping out of the underworld for the first time, everything blazing sunlight and marble, and the first thing you do is test your new “dominion” on a squad of armored soldiers. They raise their shields, you raise your hips, and in a blink their weapons are clattering to the ground while they stare at you with that mix of fear, awe, and desperate need. It’s not subtle. It’s not shy. The game loves big tits, big attitudes, and your big, very busy shaft, wrapping all of it in this messy, oversexed Greek mythology that feels like someone mashed together old legends, horny deviantart, and a lot of late-night power fantasies. Sometimes the writing trips over itself, like the dev typed faster than their brain, but honestly that just makes it feel more personal. You’re not guided, you’re dragged, from encounter to encounter, from orgasm to spell blast, until the idea of “good” or “evil” feels kind of pointless and all that matters is how hard you can screw over Olympus… and how many people you’ll literally screw along the way.

I opened Trapfield Hotel expecting cheap jokes, like the kind plastered over the usual porn-jam games that think one good tit jiggle equals writing. But this thing, weirdly, has personality - it doesn’t *care* if you laugh, moan, cringe, or all three. The first scene drops you right into the lobby, naked ego and literal everything else hanging out, and a boss who’s so tall and cocky she might as well have wings. She flirts in that half-mocking way that makes you forget it’s just text on a screen. It’s hot, but not sterile-hot. Like it’s someone smirking behind the monitor, teasing you, waiting for you to mess up your dialogue choice so she can make you regret it with a slap or a forced smile or - well, you can imagine.

Half the time I was laughing though. There’s this bit where you’re delivering towels, and the towel cart bumps into a femboy maid whose breasts bounce like they’re trying to escape gravity. He apologizes three times, blushes, and still finds a way to drag you into the staff room for “training.” The game just *leans* into that ridiculous energy, and somehow it works. It’s obscene and dumb and kind of brilliant. It’s like the dev watched a hundred hentai parodies and then decided to make one that actually feels alive, with just enough self-awareness that it never becomes boring.

Not everything hits - sometimes the dialogue repeats itself, and one room scene had lighting that looked like a fever dream, but maybe that’s on purpose; it kinda fits the corruption tone, like the hotel itself is drunk. The whole thing swings between dominance and submission faster than I can decide who’s winning. I caught myself rooting for the protagonist, then laughing when the milf receptionist literally turned him into her pet for forgetting to clock in. It’s chaotic, wet, over-the-top, and somehow honest, like it knows exactly what kind of filth it’s serving and invites you to enjoy how messy that is. Nothing polished, nothing polite, just raw kink with a wink.

College should be about boring lectures and shitty coffee, but in this game it’s just sex, trouble, and that slow brain rot you get from scrolling horny memes instead of studying. You play as Will, trying to act like a decent boyfriend while your girl April walks around campus dressed like a wet dream with legs. She’s got that “good girl who knows exactly what she’s doing” vibe, smiling sweet, bending over too far, licking her lips when she knows you’re watching. Everyone looks. Some pretend not to. Some don’t even bother. And you just sit there thinking, yeah, I’d die for her, but I’d also kill the guy who keeps staring at her tits during class. Then you see the same guy in her DMs later and your stomach just drops in that very specific netorare way.

What got me hooked wasn’t even the orcs and elves at first. It was all the small human shit. April sends you a pic that’s “just for you,” tongue out, eyes rolled, drool on her chin, full ahegao like she’s already been fucked stupid, and you notice in the corner there’s a tiny reflection, like a shadow of someone else there. Or that party scene where she’s grinding on you on the dancefloor, her ass pressed into your crotch, and out of nowhere some tall orc bastard slides his hand down her hip. The game lets it hang for a second too long. Her eyes meet yours, and you feel that mix of jealousy and pure arousal punching you in the gut. She doesn’t pull away fast. That tiny pause is where this thing lives. You’re half hard, half sick, and the AI art smiles like it knows what it’s doing. The interracial stuff doesn’t show up as some big speech, it’s just in the way an elf girl casually runs her tongue along April’s neck in the bathroom stall, or the way a minotaur bartender looks at your girl like she’s already on his cock and you can’t do shit about it. Vaginal, oral, tits bouncing, spit dripping down chins, cum painting those big curves, and then she still calls you “babe” like nothing happened. Feels bad. Feels amazing. Both.

It’s a kinetic story, so you mostly watch, and somehow that makes it worse. No choices to save her, no reload to “fix” a scene. You just sit and take it while April slowly tests every line, from teasing selfies she “accidentally” posts where half her nipple shows, to “harmless” flirting with some rich guy promising to help with tuition if she keeps him entertained. At one point she’s kneeling between a stranger’s legs while still wearing the necklace you gave her, cheeks hollowing as she takes him deeper, eyes glossy, and you know she’s cheating even if the story never shouts the word. The exhibition stuff hits hard too: bathroom mirror pics with her panties already around her knees, blowjob under a library table while people walk past, her riding someone on a couch at a house party with the door wide open and her tongue out like a pornstar. The 2D art goes from kinda cute to absolutely filthy in seconds, and sometimes the AI details glitch a bit, like a finger looking weird, and it annoyed me so much I forgot what I was saying, but then the camera angle drops low between her thighs and that clean, wet slit fills the screen and I’m just staring. The whole thing feels like scrolling through some cursed folder you shouldn’t have found on your own phone. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

Boon feels like somebody took all the usual straight dude fantasy crap, tossed it in the trash, then said “nah, let’s make this horny and weird and actually about these two messed up cuties.” You’re basically hanging out inside the head of this male protagonist while his life gets hijacked by a tall trans woman with big everything and a femboy who looks like he escaped from a sissy subreddit. It’s a kinetic novel, so you’re not babysitting choices every two seconds, you’re just dragged along while this “special relationship” between them gets more twisted, hotter, and kind of sweet in a fucked up way. One moment it’s teasing, next moment there’s her hand on his throat and he’s on his knees, then you’re like “wait, did he just moan at being called a good girl?” and yeah, he did.

The scenes ramp up in a way that feels less like porn logic and more like a slow, horny car crash you can’t look away from. You’ve got this big ass, big tits trans dommy who clearly knows she owns the room, and she treats him like a toy she’s training. There’s sissification stuff where he’s getting pushed into panties, make-up, all that humiliating “you’re my cute little thing” talk, and the game doesn’t flinch. She’ll edge him for ages, ride his face, make him choke on her, call him pretty while she’s wrecking his ass, and he’s stuck halfway between “I’m a man” and “please ruin me, mommy.” At some point there’s anal where he’s trying to pretend he’s not loving it and failing hard, and the writing actually sells it. It’s not just “he moans again, wow, so hot,” you get the dirty details, the shame, the way he gets turned on by being powerless. There’s futa-on-male, trap-on-male, some incest flavor lurking around the edges they don’t scream about but it’s there enough to make you feel slightly wrong for liking it. I opened this in another tab while Spotify was playing and legitimately forgot my emails for a while, which is wild because half of the time the characters are just talking and it’s still hotter than half of Pornhub.

What surprised me is how the 3D style actually helps the vibe instead of killing it like in those dead-eyed Unity sex “games.” The bodies look like they belong in this filthy little universe: thick thighs, round asses, tits that practically announce themselves, and the femboy is perfectly in that uncanny spot where you’re not sure if you want to bully him, fuck him, or both. Oral scenes especially hit hard, you can almost feel the spit and the gagging when she pushes too deep. There’s one moment where she shoves him against something, whispers something brutally degrading in his ear, and he just melts, and you’re sitting there thinking “yeah ok I get it now.” And because it’s split into episodes, you get these little arcs where a new kink creeps in, like the teasing moves into harder femdom, or the relationship between the two “subs” shifts from awkward to “I’ll suck you off because she told me to and I secretly love it.” The pacing is all over the place sometimes, like it lingers on stuff that doesn’t matter and rushes stuff that’s insanely hot, but somehow that makes it feel more like you’re watching someone’s fucked up fantasy play out than some polished porn machine. I still hate how one specific sound effect keeps repeating in the background at weird times and it annoyed the hell out of me, but I kept clicking anyway because I wanted to see how far she’d push them in the next scene.

Guy just wants some cold air and maybe a drink, ends up trapped in the quietest, horniest little horror-comedy grocery store on earth. That’s the vibe here. You walk in, sun burning your brain, and suddenly the outside world just kind of... blinks out. The door locks, shelves feel slightly wrong, lights flicker like they’re trying to flirt, and there she is behind the counter: tiny goth clerk with a stare like she already knows exactly how weak you are. Not the cliché latex dominatrix thing, more like “sleep-deprived art major who could crush your soul with one sarcastic comment” mixed with “MILF energy in training,” if that makes sense. Big tits under a cheap t‑shirt, jeans, zero effort styling, but somehow she looks like a walking fetish ad that forgot to be subtle.

The weird part is, nothing technically “happens.” No actual sex, no naked bodies flying around, nobody jumping your dick. It’s all edging, all mind games, like the game is blueballing you on purpose and laughing. She’ll lean over the counter just a little too far, bend down to grab something so her ass lines up perfectly with your eyes, stretch like she’s in a yoga ad, then act like you’re the creep for looking. She calls you out for every tiny reaction, every stolen glance, like she’s reading your browser history in real time. At one point she casually drops a line about how “guys like you are easy to rewire” and the screen does this tiny flicker and yeah, you feel it. Not jump scare, more like you skipped a frame in your own head. You’re not sure if she’s hypnotic or just really good at gaslighting, but you start clicking through lines faster, waiting for some kind of payoff that never quite lands. It’s a kinetic novel, so no choices, no branches, you’re just strapped into her vibe. That’s kinda annoying and kinda perfect. You keep thinking “ok, next scene she’s gonna finally do something,” and instead she just mocks you, teases harder, leans in with that bored stare and explains exactly how she could make you crawl with a single word. Then nothing. Then a joke. Then she looks straight at you again and tells you you’re breathing too loud.

What got me is how the voyeurism hits without any peepholes or secret cams. You’re just there, stuck, watching her do normal clerk stuff while she very obviously watches you watching her. It flips around, like you become the thing on display. She wipes down the counter real slow, checks her phone, pops gum, types something you can’t see, then smiles in that “yeah, I just changed something in your brain” way. At one point she makes you read signs on the wall, stupid boring rules, but the text starts feeling like commands, like she’s training a dog. She never raises her voice, never goes full “kneel, worm” mode, but you still feel dominated, like your dick is on a leash you can’t see. The humor is messed up in a good way too; she’ll roast your porn tastes, call out your search terms, then switch to dead-serious for two lines and talk about control and consent like a late-night TED talk in a haunted 7‑Eleven, then immediately ask if you’re thirsty. Zero subtle transition. The art is rough but kinda perfect for it, she’s cute and a little off-model from scene to scene, which almost sells the idea your memory is being edited. There’s no big climax, no “and then you bang her” scene, it just leaves you horny, slightly confused, and lowkey worried she’s going to show up in your dreams and make you apologize for scrolling Twitter during the dialogue.

This one feels like some horny fever dream written by a guy who watched way too many romance dramas and then said “yeah, but what if everyone had huge tits and zero shame.” You play this dude who keeps telling himself he’s doing everything “for love” while the game keeps throwing more women with big asses and soft thighs in his way like it’s testing his faith, and of course he fails every single test. There’s no choices, no pretending, no stat grinding, just you sitting there, watching his life snowball from sweet to filthy. It starts kind of cute and almost normal, with that slow teasing vibe, some accidental touching, a kiss that lingers too long, her pressing her chest into him while acting like it’s nothing. Then it escalates fast, like the script forgot about restraint halfway through and went, “ok, now everyone wants his dick and he’s suddenly fine with that.”

The voyeur stuff hits early. There’s this scene where he’s outside her room, door not fully closed, and she’s on the bed, phone on silent, panties halfway down, rubbing herself slow while whispering his name. Camera just stays on her hand working between her legs, the little wet sounds getting louder, and he’s there, stiff, breathing heavy, not even trying to look away. You don’t click anything. You just watch him watch her. Later you get him spying through a cracked bathroom door while another girl is in the shower, water running over her curves, her fingers sliding between those big cheeks, then slipping inside while she props one leg up for “balance.” It’s not subtle, but it’s hot, especially how the game keeps cutting between his face, red and guilty, and her face, totally lost in it. They even give you one scene where he catches two of them half dressed, playing with each other on the couch, one girl sucking on the other’s nipples, big tits pushed together, and instead of screaming or running they just smile at him and open up the space between them like “you were already watching, might as well join.” Real subtle, yeah.

Sex scenes are long, like old hentai OVA long. You get full-on oral where she’s on her knees, drool sliding down his shaft, her eyes looking up, hands squeezing his ass while she takes him deeper with sloppy, wet sounds that just don’t stop. The game loves making you hear everything, from the first shallow lick to when she finally gags around the tip. Vaginal scenes go even harder. There’s this one with her on all fours on the bed, ass high, back arched, cheeks jiggling every time he thrusts in. You get those slow pushes at first, just the head slipping inside while she shivers and digs her fingers into the sheets, then he grabs her hips and slams in all the way, skin smacking, her moans going from shy to full on “fuck me harder.” Camera angles focus on the part where his cock keeps disappearing into her, her pussy stretching, lips swollen and shiny, and when he finally finishes he stays buried, pumping her full until the creampie drips out around the base. They do that thing where he pulls out slowly and you see it leaking out of her, thick and heavy, running down between those big ass cheeks. If that doesn’t do it for you, nothing will. And yeah, it’s a harem setup, but it’s funny how they still pretend this is about “love” while he’s creaming in basically every girl who bends over in front of him. Priorities.

Love in this game is kind of a bad idea, and that’s exactly why it works. You start as this guy who already looks like he’s lost too many nights to Pornhub and horny thoughts, and the whole story just pushes him deeper. It’s not about saving the world, it’s about chasing one woman, then another, then another, until “I’d do anything for love” slowly turns into “I’d ruin everything for one more taste.” The girls around him orbit like planets with huge tits and thick asses, and he’s the sun that can’t keep it in his pants. There’s no choices, no pretending you’re a saint, you’re just dragged along while he stares too long at a girl’s cleavage in the kitchen, or watches soft jiggle under her shorts when she bends to pick something up, and you already know where it’s going. One moment he’s “just helping her out,” next moment her lips are wrapped around his cock and you can practically feel the warmth of her tongue because the camera doesn’t look away. It lingers. It likes to watch. The whole thing feels like you’re spying on a life that shouldn’t be shared, like having your nose pressed to a foggy window while people fuck on the other side and pretend they don’t see you.

I liked how the sex doesn’t explode right away. There’s this slow, dirty teasing that feels more honest than usual porn game stuff. A girl walking around in a shirt one size too small, nipples making tiny mountains in the fabric while she “innocently” stretches. A shower scene where he tries not to look at the curve of her ass, fails completely, then goes back to his room and jerks off, cum dripping on his own belly while he imagines sliding into her and filling her up. Later, that imagined creampie finally happens for real, and the visual of his cock pushing in deep and then pulling out with white leaking from her used pussy is almost tender, somehow. And still, it gets kind of stupid sometimes, like how easily everyone falls on his dick, but you forgive it because this is a harem fantasy trying to pretend it’s about love and not just “I want to fuck every pretty woman near me.” Oral scenes stretch on in a nice way, too, with wet lips, messy spit on the shaft, throats opening slowly around him. When he finally buries himself inside a girl and she moans with that mix of pain and pleasure, big tits bouncing while he holds her hips and thrusts harder, it feels like the whole game has been edging you for that one deep, warm, loaded moment when he finishes inside and doesn’t pull out. And the game knows you’re watching every second of it, like a pervert hiding in the corner with a hard dick and a guilty smile.

The story kicks off with a guy who is way too in love for his own good, the type who says “yeah, sure, whatever you want” and actually means it. He’s not a virgin loser archetype, he’s just kind of emotionally dumb, which is honestly more fun to watch. You follow him through this slow-burn mess where everything looks like romantic devotion on the surface, but underneath it’s basically one long build-up to him getting used, teased, and milked by every soft, curvy woman orbiting his life. The pacing is more like a long, lazy handjob than a quick fap: not much “gameplay” in the classic sense, since it’s a kinetic novel, but a lot of scenes where he’s sitting there trying to be a good guy while you, the player, are screaming at the screen, “bro, she is literally jerking you off with her eyes.”

The girls are the kind that porn sites keep putting on the front page because they know exactly what people click: thick asses that take up half the screen, tits that never learned about gravity, and this very deliberate way they move in the 3D scenes so you always get that voyeur vibe. There’s this one moment in the bathroom where the MC is just “accidentally” watching one of them shower, telling himself he should look away, and the camera just stays glued to her ass cheeks while the water runs down, and you know the dev was like, yeah, this is the real plot. Another scene has him on the couch with one girl asleep half on top of him, and she’s “unconsciously” rubbing against his crotch while pretending to be innocent, and you’re sitting there thinking, sure, unconscious, right, absolutely. The blowjob scenes go from teasing to sloppy without much warning, like she starts just licking the tip, talking shit, then suddenly she’s pushing him to the edge and not stopping, and the game really likes to hold on that moment where he tries to pull out and she just grabs his hips and takes the whole load inside, with that creampie close-up that lingers longer than it probably should. Vaginal scenes are not shy either: you see her riding him, her tits bouncing all over the place, her ass slapping against his lap, and the sound design goes completely overboard in a good way, like someone cranked the wet slider to 300%.

What I kind of enjoyed is how the “harem” thing doesn’t start as an obvious goal. It looks like a normal romance at first, but the boundaries keep getting pushed. One girl “helps” him relieve stress with a handjob while talking about another girl, then later that other girl is on her knees, trying to outdo the first one, talking with her mouth full and drooling all over his shaft. There’s this scene where two of them basically treat him like a sex toy, one sitting on his face, the other riding his dick, and he’s trying to talk about feelings while they are literally using him like a mattress. The teasing is constant: short skirts, bending over on purpose, thick asses pressed in his face, one of them casually walking around without panties just to see how long he lasts before snapping and fucking her against the kitchen counter. Masturbation is all over the place too; you catch them touching themselves when they think he’s not around, or he’s jerking off while remembering how her lips felt on his cock, and the camera does not cut away. Oral, vaginal, creampie, all the “finish inside” fantasies you’d expect, but wrapped around a guy who keeps saying he’ll do anything for love and then actually proves it with his dick. It’s horny, a bit dumb in a charming way, and very obsessed with big asses and big tits in close-up, which, let’s be honest, is probably why you’re here anyway.

Love makes people stupid here, in a good and very trashy way. The game throws you straight into a guy who is so obsessed and so ready to humiliate himself for affection that it almost feels sad, then five seconds later you are staring at a girl slowly pulling her panties down in her room, thinking, yeah ok I get it. It is not subtle. The story just keeps pushing this idea that he will do anything, swallow his pride, let himself be used, just to get closer to these women who clearly know how to play with him. And the camera is like a creep with a VIP pass, always hiding behind half-open doors or fake “accidental” angles while you watch them undress, shower, touch themselves and act like nobody is looking. Of course someone is looking. You. That is the whole point.

What surprised me a bit is how slow it starts, but not boring slow, more like teasing slow. There is this scene where the main girl is lying on the couch on her phone, tight shorts halfway eaten by her ass, and the protagonist is pretending to talk about something serious, but the camera is practically counting every curve of her cheeks. She stretches, her shirt rides up, those heavy tits bounce just a little, and you can almost hear his brain shutting down. Nothing “big” happens there, no sex, no kissing, just this lazy, cruel teasing where she knows exactly what she is doing. I actually paused the game and opened Telegram to complain to a friend out of habit, then realized I have no friend who would get why that stupid couch scene turned me on more than the later blowjob. And yeah, the blowjob itself is there too, with spit, tongue, that wet sound that you pretend you hate but you don’t. She holds eye contact, he tries to keep some dignity and fails, and you just watch like the little pervert the game assumes you are. Then she smiles after, wipes her lips with the back of her hand and acts like it was no big deal, and something about that casual attitude makes it more dirty than full-on porn.

Sex scenes hit hard, even when they are kind of predictable. There is basic stuff, dick inside, moaning, creampie, nothing crazy or fetish zoo. But the way they build into it feels personal. You watch her playing with herself first, rubbing slow, pressing her thighs together because she “can’t wait for him”, but also makes him wait. The guy is peeking from the door, breathing heavy, and you keep thinking: if she turns, if she sees him, is it game over or game start. When the actual fucking comes, they like putting the camera under the body, so you see her big tits swing in his face, or her ass pounding into his hips while he grips tight like he is scared to let go. It is pretty raw. There is one scene where he finally gets to cum inside, after all this begging and favors and emotional blackmail, and you can feel this mix of victory and “oh shit what did I just do”. She squeezes him, keeps him inside while it leaks out, and acts almost tender for two lines, then goes back to her playful bully mood. I wish the story stayed a bit more pure, less “I will debase myself for any pair of boobs that smiles at me”, but I still kept clicking, telling myself I am here for romance, while watching her ride him with her tongue out like some horny demon. So yeah, if you like quiet moments where you watch a girl slowly pull her top over her head and her big tits just drop free, then ten minutes later she is bouncing on his lap and moaning in his ear about how full she feels, this thing sort of gets it.