Therapist guy walks into his own office like it’s just another boring day, paperwork, polite small talk, all that “how does that make you feel” bullshit. Then this one patient shows up, blonde, stacked like the dev grew up on old Windows 98 porn folders, and everything just starts to slide off the rails in slow motion. Not sudden, not some instant porn logic. It’s more like watching an ice cube melting over your desk, except the ice cube is his professional ethics and it’s leaking straight into his dick. Game takes that whole “I’m a serious doctor” vibe and keeps poking holes in it every session. He’s trying to stay clinical, she’s talking about how horny she gets and how her husband doesn’t really pay attention, and you’re sitting there clicking like “yeah bro, that clipboard is not helping anymore.”

The fun part is how his buddy poisons his brain. That friend is like the demon on his shoulder who spent too many years on Pornhub comments. Texts and chats pop up where he’s all “why are you being a saint, man, she clearly wants it, what’s the worst that can happen” and you just watch the therapist start to believe his own bullshit excuses. Overnight, the way he looks at her changes. At first it’s “patient with marital issues,” then it’s “woman who probably masturbates in the shower thinking about random guys,” then it’s “if I ask the right questions, maybe she’ll tell me where and how she touches herself.” And the game actually lets you push him into that. You pick dialogue that sounds half respectable on paper, but under it there’s that dirty intention. You’re like, “this is for her emotional growth,” while the camera is taking its sweet time on her cleavage and you’re absolutely not thinking about emotional growth at all.

What it nails is that slow corruption vibe. Her clothes and makeup change over time, more lip gloss, boobs practically suffocating the neckline, little details that whisper “I’m not as innocent as when we started, doc.” She talks about being a good wife, then somehow she’s describing how she touches herself when the husband is passed out in front of the TV, and she says it in this shy way that is not really shy, more like she wants someone to drag the filth out of her. There is this one scene where you can “suggest” a relaxation technique and it turns into guided masturbation on the couch, very clinical words, very not clinical hand movement. You sit there like, yeah, Freud would absolutely high five you right now. The netori angle comes in not with drama at first, but with little betrayals. She still mentions her husband while she’s blushing and asking your character if he thinks she’s sexy, and that makes it dirtier, like cheating inside her head before it’s in the bed. The 3D style looks a little stiff in spots, like old school poser renders, but that kind of makes it nostalgic if you grew up collecting pixelated XXX gifs on limewire instead of having 4K right away. Sometimes the scenes animate just enough to make you wish there was one more camera angle they never give you, and yeah that annoys the hell out of me, but then the next session drops a line like “I dreamed about you last night, doctor” and suddenly you forget you were even mad five clicks ago.

Your phone buzzes, you open this goofy little mobile game thinking it will be some cheap horny clicker, and suddenly you’re face to face with your childhood friend who did not just “grow up” but basically turned into a walking gym ad with a soft smile. She’s huge in all the best places, thick thighs filling the screen, arms like she could lift a car or you, and yeah, the boobs are basically their own characters. The first thing she does is pull your scrawny nerd body into a hug, crush you against her chest and the game actually lingers on it, like “no, you sit with this, feel how small he is next to her.” It feels half wholesome, half “I might suffocate between these.” The art is 2D but animated enough that small details like flexing biceps and ass jiggle actually matter. That first scene where she picks you up easily while teasing you for being still a twig, then casually asks if you “missed these” while squeezing her tits together? Yeah, that sets the tone.

The structure is simple, but in a way that kind of works for the horny brain. You’re the male protag, total nerd, clearly out of your league, and she knows it. Every interaction is her pushing a little more, like a cat playing with a mouse she’s very fond of. One moment she flicks your forehead for staring at her ass too long, next moment she pretends to be offended and makes you “inspect” her muscles close up to “make sure you appreciate her gains.” There’s a scene where she traps you between her thighs on the sofa just to show off how strong her legs got. You can see the veins, the muscles flex, and the game lets you choose whether you squirm or just accept your fate as thigh pillow. Romance is sprinkled in there, but always tangled with physical contact. She strips down piece by piece, laughing at how red your face gets, grabbing your hands and pressing them to her abs, then lower, then higher. It’s teasing that borders on bullying but you can feel she deeply cares, which makes it even more unfair when she pins you to the bed with one arm like it’s nothing. There’s one interaction where she makes you hold her phone and record as she flexes and twerks right in front of you “for her gym account” and her shorts ride up so far you’re basically filming pure ass. The game lets you zoom in. Of course.

What I liked most is how the femdom vibe isn’t cold or mean, it’s this playful “I’m strong, you’re cute, shut up and let me spoil you” kind of energy. She gropes you almost as much as you grope her, except when she does it, it feels like you’re being checked, tested, measured like a toy. There’s a bit where she makes you count her reps while sitting on her back and you keep losing count because her sweaty top is see-through, so she “punishes” you by flexing in your face and demanding you describe every part of her body in detail, from her big tits to her huge ass, until you’re basically confessing your kinks out loud. The whole thing is horny as hell but strangely sweet too, like the game really wants you to feel safe being manhandled. If you want the most out of it, play with sound on, don’t skip her teasing lines, and lean into the choices that let her take control, because the more you let her lead, the more she presses your face into every thick, soft, overtrained part of her body.

Memory Machine feels like someone mixed a porn site with a cheap VR headset and a fucked up therapy session, then forgot to polish anything and just said, “Yeah, that’s good enough.” In a good way. You’re this guy sitting in a chair, basically being plugged into other people’s memories, and the whole thing plays out like an ASMR session that got horny and morally wrong. You don’t just look at scenes, you kind of “fall” into them. One moment you’re watching a shy girl looking at herself in the mirror, touching her own lips like she’s not sure they’re hers, and the next second you’re in her bathroom with her, close enough to count the tiny goosebumps on her neck while she slowly starts stripping. The sound design is low-key erotic as hell: tiny breath catches, the wet slide when she spits in her hand before wrapping her fingers around you, that little gulp after she swallows. It’s not clean, it’s not glamorous. It’s awkward and messy and that’s exactly why it hits.

What I like is how the teasing actually feels like teasing. Not the usual “two seconds and boom sex.” You sit through these moments where nothing “big” happens. A girl sits on your lap, grinding little by little, acting like she’s not doing anything, talking about normal shit while you’re painfully hard in her hand, and she’s pretending she’s just “curious”. She licks the tip of your cock once, then pulls away, smiles like she just won something, and you can hear her tongue pull away with that sticky sound. That drives me crazy more than the actual blowjob sometimes. And when she finally goes down on you, she doesn’t start like a porn star. It’s clumsy, too much teeth at first, then she gets more confident, hands pumping, drool dripping, taking you deeper, choking a bit, stubborn, like she needs to prove she can take all of it. There is a scene where she holds your cock against her tongue and whispers “I want to taste everything, all of it,” and when she does swallow, you hear the cum hit the back of her throat and then that thick gulp. It feels way too real for something made of pixels. Then in another memory, you get the opposite: girl wipes your load off her tongue with two fingers, stares at it, rubs it on her pussy while she masturbates and never even thinks to lick it. That memory stuck with me. I still kinda hate her for it and love her in the same time.

The corruption vibe isn’t loud in your face, it sneaks in. At first, some girls act all innocent, like proper virgins, flinching when you touch their bare skin, cheeks red when your hand slides up their thigh. There’s one memory where she says “I’ve never done anything like this, don’t look” while she plays with herself, spreading her lips just a little, then peeking through her fingers to see if you’re watching anyway. The game keeps pushing that line where she tells you no with words but moves closer with her body. She starts in baggy clothes, nervous, covering her chest with her arms. Later, same girl, same memory chain, she’s the one ordering you to sit down, stripping slow and deliberate, tits out in public space with windows open, basically turning herself into a little exhibitionist for you. Nudity near the window, fingers sliding between her thighs while she looks outside like she wants someone to see. That shift is where the machine concept actually feels fucked, because you know these are “memories” and not fantasies, and you’re replaying them like a horny tourist. At some point two girls start making out in front of you, giggling, one of them sitting on the other’s face while still stroking your cock with lazy, almost distracted movements, like you’re just another toy. There is this crazy little detail where you can hear the wet sounds from their tongues and the sloppy noise from her handjob at the same time, almost like binaural porn. Very ASMR, very brain-melting. I kind of wish the game let you control the pacing of each scene more, but also I know I’d just pause too much and ruin the flow. My stupid little tip for this game: use headphones, lights off, and let the teasing drag you. Don’t rush the orgasm, let the girls lead you where they want, even when it feels a bit wrong. That’s where the machine really gets under your skin.

Millie's got that thicc demon energy that hits different when you're supposedly dead but somehow hornier than ever. This Helluva Boss parody throws you into Hell's most dysfunctional assassination company where the mystery of your own demise takes backseat to getting spanked by cartoon demon girls with impossibly round asses. The whole "solve your death" plotline? Yeah, that gets real fuzzy when Mildred's bent over showing off assets that defy both physics and good taste.

What starts as detective work quickly devolves into pure horniness wrapped in familiar red-skinned characters doing things Vivienne Medrano definitely didn't approve for cable. The paranormal elements feel more like convenient excuses to get freaky with monster girls who somehow make being dead seem like the best career move you never made. Male protagonist stumbles through Hell like he's got permanent brain fog, which honestly tracks when every demon chick is packing heat in all the right places. The cheating mechanics add this weird guilt layer that shouldn't work but absolutely does - nothing says "I'm investigating my mysterious death" quite like raw-dogging your way through the entire I.M.P. roster.

The spanking scenes hit with that cartoon physics energy where asses jiggle like they're made of premium jello, and honestly? The 2D art style works better for this kind of degenerate content than any realistic approach could. Helluva Game knows exactly what it is - shameless fan service disguised as mystery solving, where the real mystery becomes how many demon girls you can corrupt before remembering you're supposed to be dead. The parody elements nail that irreverent Helluva Boss humor while cranking the sexual tension to levels that would make Blitzo blush. Sure, the plot about your death exists somewhere in there, but good luck caring when Millie's teaching you new definitions of "workplace harassment."