You know that feeling when your calendar hits “International Talk Like A Pirate Day” and you kinda want a game that actually leans into it, but also rails you into next week? Lusty Buccaneers is exactly in that stupidly specific overlap. It pretends to be about treasure and adventure, but after the first ten minutes it’s very clear the real loot is ass and humiliation. You’re this rookie pirate, supposedly “future legend of the seas”, and the first thing you actually do is get bullied by a captain with tits that should honestly have their own wanted poster. She talks like a mix of dominatrix and HR manager from hell, tells you to kneel, calls you useless, then gives you a “private examination” in her cabin that somehow involves a strap-on, your ass, and the word “crew discipline” said way too sweet. Loved it. Hated it. Still clicked every option that made her more cruel.

What I enjoyed most is how the game keeps pretending it’s wholesome shounen pirate adventure. You get this big world map, little sandbox vibe, random ports, “mystery islands”, new crewmates, some goofy parody of famous anime pirates with names just close enough to make you snort. Then the scenes hit. One moment you negotiate with a monster girl who looks like someone mashed a mermaid, a cowgirl milf and your search history from xVideos. Next moment you’re handcuffed to the mast, covered in milk and cum, while your captain makes you watch her get double stuffed by a pair of huge black pirates you “accidentally” recruited. It calls itself romance in the menu, but yeah, good luck staying pure. The corruption route is way too fun. I tried to be loyal, I really did, then the game throws a futa swordswoman at you with abs, a massive dick and footplay options and suddenly your “honor” is at the bottom of the ocean.

The multiple endings thing actually works here, even if half of them just feel like different flavors of “you turned into a perverted slave mascot for an all-girl crew.” Got a soft spot for the one where your pirate harem looks normal on the surface, but in reality every girl is sleeping with everyone behind your back and the game keeps dropping little voyeur scenes if you click the wrong cabin at night. There is this one early moment I keep thinking about, when you catch two crew girls in the storage room, one in full crossdressing outfit, giving a sloppy blowjob while the other milks her and laughs about how they’re going to “share you next.” You can walk away like a virgin idiot or stay and watch from a barrel. I left the first time, because I am dumb. Regretted it the entire session. Also the mobile version works suspiciously well, which is a blessing and a curse, because playing a POV anal scene with a corrupted student-turned-pirate on the train while pretending you are checking Spotify is absolutely a new low. In a good way. Sort of. I still think the crew management is shallow and the cuckold bits sometimes go a bit too hard, then again I click every NTR flag I find, so maybe that’s on me. Anyway, it’s the kind of filthy vacation island porn game where you promise to just “check it quickly” for stream planning and then suddenly you’re debating which futa captain you want to knock you up.

There is this awkward, horny little tension in Temptation: Become Femboy that hits pretty fast. You start as this shy 18-year-old dude dropped into a foreign country, into a house that feels way too normal at first. Middle-aged host parents, two grown kids, uni life, all that. Feels like some boring exchange student story, right up until the first time you’re alone in your room and the game pokes you with a stupidly simple choice: jerk off like usual, or let your mind wander to something a bit more… wrong. The game loves that slow slide. It does not shove you into panties in five clicks. It makes you sit with your dick in your hand thinking “ok, am I actually into this?” way more often than I expected. You can resist, and I did at the start, and then ten minutes later I was saving scumming to see what happens when you absolutely don’t resist at all.

The best parts for me are how small things snowball. A “harmless” suggestion from the host mom about grooming, or some teasing comment from the daughter about your clothes feeling outdated, feels like flavor text the first time. Then suddenly there is this tiny animated scene of you in front of a mirror, trying on something slightly too tight, and the game quietly adds a new masturbation option. Those little jerk-off scenes are actually where the corruption hits hardest. Camera pulls in on your hand, your face, the clothes (or lack of them), and the text really pushes your internal shame. You’re clicking, trying to edge, reading how the protagonist calls himself a pervert or a slut and still keeps going. The humiliation is not just “haha you got called names”, it’s that trapped feeling of enjoying something you know you shouldn’t. I kinda wish the animations were smoother, but also, the janky loop fits the vibe. It’s like watching a low-budget porn gif that somehow makes you more turned on because your brain fills the gaps. Still pisses me off that the main menu button is in a slightly weird place, and I kept misclicking it when I was going for the next choice, and no, I won’t get used to that.

What surprised me was how the female domination creeps in sideways. The host mom looks strict from the beginning, sure, but the control doesn’t start with a whip and orders, it starts with “you should be more grateful” and “we’re only doing what’s best for you”. Then later she is suddenly in your personal space, adjusting your clothes, commenting how “soft” you are, and before you know it the game locks you into this scene where you’re half-hard, scared, and somehow agreeing to be her good little thing. Her and the others treating you like a toy is hot and uncomfortable at the same time. There are moments where you’re pushed into feminization and public humiliation that made me wince in that nice way, the kind where your stomach drops and your cock twitches. And then there is the gay stuff that the protagonist insists he is not into, right until a scene where another guy is way too close and your options are basically “freeze and maybe cum” or “lean into it and definitely cum”. The way the game keeps asking what you “really” want, then slapping you with an animation of you losing control, makes it feel more like a long dirty chatlog that went way too far, instead of some polished porn game. It’s messy, a bit clumsy, and sometimes the pacing drags for no clear reason, but that actually made the corruption feel more real to me. You think nothing is happening, and then you notice the boy in the intro is gone and there’s a sissy in cute clothes staring back at you in the mirror, wondering when it all flipped.

Conrad starts as this kinda average guy who just wants to sell clothes and maybe touch some tits in peace, and the game immediately laughs at that idea. It throws him into this weird mix of family drama, horny tension and lowkey spooky shit hiding behind cute outfits. You play from his head, and it is a mess in there in a good way. One moment he is talking about fabrics and color palettes for the new store logo, next moment he is staring at his sister’s ass while she leans over the counter and he tries to pretend he cares about invoices. The game really leans on that “I should not want this, but I really, really do” incest vibe. She walks around the house in tiny tops, there is this one scene where she asks him to help measure her waist for some new stock and the tape just “accidentally” slides under her boobs. As a SFX addict, I went straight to listen for the tiny details and the way they put this little fabric rustle when her shirt lifts and that soft wet swallow when he tries to calm himself, that stuff is way more erotic than half of the moans later.

The possession angle is what makes it feel less like just another “hey sis, suck me” mobile thing. Conrad starts having this presence in his head that does not always talk, but it kind of pushes him. There is a moment in the shop basement, he is alone with his sister, arguing about a late delivery, and suddenly you get this choice to “relax” your control. You click it, the screen tint goes darker, and his hand just moves on its own and grabs her hip, fingers digging into her skin. She gasps, you hear that sharp inhale in your headphones, the little shaky breath after, and she doesn’t pull away right away. That pause is filthy. The possession makes all those groping scenes feel half innocent, half “I totally meant that”. Sometimes he resists and you get a sweet handjob scene where she is the one comforting him because he is “stressed”, sometimes you let the demon inside or whatever control him and suddenly that same scene goes way rougher, more like he pins her wrist and forces her to keep stroking. The wet sound design there is honestly illegal, I had to turn my phone volume down on the subway since it sounded like I had Pornhub autoplay in my pocket.

It is also kinda funny how the game pretends to be about a clothing store and fantasy destiny and all that, but the most intense moments are in small places. Him under the sewing table while she is on a phone call, her bare feet brushing his thigh, and that option to let the “force” slip into her instead. When that happens, her voice changes just a bit, like this softer, breathier tone, and she starts talking nastier without even noticing, twisting her words about “stock” and “orders” so it sounds like she is talking about cocks and orgasms. If you push it, you can jump full into possession and ride her body like a stolen car, taking control while Conrad watches from the back of his own skull. That leads to some really fucked up blowjob scenes where her eyes are empty but her mouth works like a pro, and the slurping audio is honestly disgusting and hot at the same time. I give this thing my very serious “Best Use of Demons To Justify Wanting To Fuck Your Sister” award. It is rough around the edges, some lines feel like Google Translate had a hangover, but maybe that is why it stuck with me. The world is kind of soft fantasy, but what really lives in my brain is that quiet moment when she whispers “big brother” and you can’t tell if it is really her or the thing inside. I wish there was less UI clicking for simple actions, but whatever, my thumb survived.

The sky in 2059 is this ugly, sick orange, like somebody pissed on the sunset and never cleaned it. You play a guy who basically grew up in that shit, no nostalgia for the old world, no “remember when we had internet” crying. Just concrete bones of cities, blown-out highways, and horny, desperate survivors who learned pretty fast that a hard cock and a sharp weapon can both save your life, just in different ways. The whole thing is built around trying not to die while everyone around you is trying not to wear clothes. You wander through ruined malls that look like war museums, find half-melted billboards with smiling people from before, and then two minutes later you’re in a scav camp where some big-titted raider queen is laughing while she makes a guy strip naked in front of everyone because he lost a bet. She tells you to choose if you wanna join in humiliating him, help him, or just watch and jerk off behind a broken vending machine. And the fucked up part is that all three options feel valid.

What sells the game for me is how it mixes “oh shit I could die” with “oh shit I’m hard” in the same scene. Like you’ll be low on food, trading bullets for a place to sleep in an underground bunker, and the guy in charge says the only open bed is already taken by his sister. You expect some cliché, but she’s the one who looks you up and down, this tall woman with thighs like she squats cars, and asks if you have any “special talents.” You can brag about your combat skills, or you can say something like “I’m good with my hands.” That tiny choice flips everything. In one route she tests you in a training room soaked with blood and sweat, in another she just grabs your belt, shoves you against the wall, and makes you prove it with her tits bouncing in your face while her brother “guards the door” and politely pretends he doesn’t hear her moaning loud enough to wake the dead. It’s gross. It’s hot. It’s weirdly funny. And somehow you still care if your character survives the night and doesn’t bleed out later in some sewer tunnel full of feral mutants.

There’s this scene that stuck with me where you’re escorting a small group through a ruined overpass. Wind howling, chunks of car skeletons everywhere, that feeling that someone is watching. You can choose to sneak slow and careful, or move fast and loud to scare off scavengers. I picked fast, like an idiot. Snipers open fire, one of your companions gets her leg shot and you have to drag her into cover. She’s this smug, curvy trader who kept flirting with you earlier, joking she’d “pay in kind” if you helped her find a safe town. When the bullets stop and it’s just the sound of her breathing hard, she asks you to cut her pants open to check the wound. You kneel between her spread legs, knife in hand, and instead of panicking she starts teasing you, saying “You’re blushing more than I’m bleeding.” You get this choice: focus on first aid like a good little boy, or let the tension flip into something filthy right there behind a burned-out truck. If you go lewd, you’re literally eating her out while she winces and laughs, leg wrapped in a bloody bandage, telling you to go faster before someone spots you. It shouldn’t be sexy. It absolutely is. And somehow that moment changes how she talks to you later when you run out of supplies and she offers to “share body heat” in a cold storage room that’s definitely not cold anymore by the time you’re done. The game keeps doing that. Serious survival, then stupid horny, then a joke about pre-war porn nobody gets anymore, then someone’s brains explode on a wall. It’s messy, and that’s exactly why it works.