Yellow County looks like that fake postcard California you see in old OVAs, all palm trees and boobs and nothing smells like piss. You roll in as this young guy whose life just fell apart, parents dead in this “accident” everyone keeps repeating like a broken VHS, and instantly the place feels wrong. Sunny, yeah, but the kind of sun that makes you sweat under your clothes and stare at every milf in yoga pants walking her tiny dog. The game leans hard into that feeling. One moment you’re talking with some cop about your parents’ case, next moment you’re pressed against a kitchen counter with his gorgeous older sister grinding on your thigh while she “comforts” you. She does the slow teasing thing, hand resting too long on your chest, nails dragging over your neck, pretending she’s just being motherly. Then her fingers slip under your shirt and you know you’re not her little anything. That first time she drops to her knees and starts licking the shaft from base to tip like she’s testing a popsicle flavor, you kinda forget you were supposed to be sad.

What I liked is how the sex scenes don’t just pop up like in those old Flash games. There’s that build up. Like the scene at the beach house, when you’re helping the hot landlady pick up some boxes. She bends over just a bit too far, bikini top fighting for its life, and the camera just sits there, slowly tracking her ass while you’re pretending to look at the ocean. She “accidentally” backs her butt into your crotch, feels how hard you are, and instead of freaking out she gives this smug smile. Next thing, she has your hands on her tits from behind, telling you in a low voice that a real man grabs tighter. You’re squeezing soft flesh, thumbs brushing her nipples, and she keeps talking about rental contracts while your dick is throbbing against her ass. When she finally gets on her knees in that fancy living room with the huge window behind her and takes you in her mouth, the animation actually sells the wetness. Lips sliding, spit dripping, her tongue swirling around the tip, cheeks hollowing as she goes deeper. It’s messy in a good way, like old-school ero anime where they actually cared about the way the jaw moved. She gags a little, wipes her mouth, smiles, and then goes back down, faster this time, until you grab her hair and fuck her throat. No romance there, just raw “I earned this discount on the rent” energy.

But then, weirdly, the game flips and gives you that soft stuff too. There’s a scene later with another older woman who’s closer to your parents’ old circle, she’s elegant, more serious. You come back from chasing some lead about the murders, totally burned out, and she just pulls you into her bedroom like it’s the most normal thing. She sits you on the edge of the bed, climbs into your lap, and kisses you slow. Not porn-fast. First just lips, then she opens, and her tongue moves like she’s done this a thousand times but still wants to make you feel special. When you slide your hand under her dress she stops you for a second, looks in your eyes like she’s checking if you’re really there, then guides your fingers to her pussy herself. She’s already wet. You feel her shiver when you rub her clit, and the sound design here is almost too much, those tiny gasps, the soft moans when you push two fingers inside. When she finally sinks down on your cock, riding you slow, her big tits bouncing with every move, it actually feels like something between you, not just cheap fucking. She wraps her arms around your neck, whispers that she’s proud of you for trying to find the truth, then starts slamming her hips harder and harder until her ass is just clapping against your thighs. Right after that she flips you on your back, grabs your wrists and pins them above your head while she keeps riding, then suddenly slaps your chest and tells you to spank her. That switch from caring to filthy is peak ero game energy. You smack her ass, red palm prints blooming on her cheeks, and she moans louder every time, begging you not to stop while you pound her soaked pussy like the world outside doesn’t exist. And somewhere in the middle of all that sweat and spit and cum you remember this whole thing started with your parents’ death, which is kind of fucked up, but also exactly the sort of tonal whiplash we were eating up in the old days.

Hailey’s story hits that weird spot between hot and kind of painful in the chest, and I liked that more than I want to admit. You start as this regular guy who clearly loves his wife, and she’s exactly that fantasy mix of cute and dangerous: big soft tits under casual clothes, ass that fills the whole screen when she bends even just a little, smile that makes you think “yeah, she knows what she’s doing”. At first it feels innocent, just playful teasing in the kitchen, her brushing past you so her boobs press into your arm, little flashes of panties when she stretches on the couch. The kind of stuff where you know she’s doing it on purpose, but she pretends she’s not. Meanwhile she keeps talking about this coworker, like he’s “just helping with a project”, and your guy is trying so hard to act chill while you, the player, are already imagining him rail her against the office desk. The game knows you’re thinking that and keeps poking the thought until it hurts.

What I didn’t expect was how much time you actually spend alone with the main guy’s dick in his hand. Not in a boring way. More like he’s spiraling. You get home, she’s late again, phone face down, new text sound, and suddenly you’re in the bathroom, jerking off to the idea of your own wife sending nudes to another man. Masturbation scenes feel sweaty and pathetic and still insanely hot. One time he’s stroking while listening through the bedroom door because she’s “just changing clothes” after coming back from drinks, and the game gives you this small pause where you think you hear another voice. Might be nothing. Might be him in your house. The art is simple 2D but the body language sells it: her flushed cheeks when she lies, that slightly different way she sits on the bed, legs a bit too open, like she’s used to being watched now. Sometimes she flashes you her bra and laughs in that “you’re safe, he’s not” kind of way, which somehow hurts more than if she just said she was cheating. The corruption is slow, but you feel every small step. You let her go out in that tight dress you know isn’t for you, you don’t say anything when she “forgets” panties, you pick the softer dialogue options because you’re scared to lose her, and that just opens the door wider for this coworker to fuck his way into your life. It’s honestly a bit depressing, but then she bends over to get something from the fridge, her huge ass filling the screen, and your brain just shuts up and says: yeah, ok, ruin my life again.

This one feels like someone mashed together a horny isekai, a scuffed VR chatroom and a bad idea after too many Red Bulls, then accidentally made it kind of interesting. You start as this regular student guy who is not actually regular at all, because in the VR game world he can tweak his body and everyone else’s like a character editor that got drunk. One moment you are sitting in your boring room, next moment you are staring at a girl with a skirt way too short to be allowed in any real school, big tits bouncing like the dev never heard of bras, and your only real problem is deciding if you want to be a decent human or a complete perv. I tried to be “good” at first, clicked all the nice options, and the game basically laughed at me and kept dangling ass shots in my face. It’s kind of unfair. I liked it.

The fantasy part kicks in fast once you start playing with the VR rules: races you swap into, bodies you transform, the whole “what if I wasn’t stuck in this average body” thing. You can go from the normal student body to some ripped guy with a monster cock, or even slide into a female avatar and suddenly every look from NPCs hits different. There is this moment where you log into a new zone and your female form is walking through a crowd of orc-looking dudes and they stare at your huge ass in a way that made me feel weirdly targeted. Not a complaint. Or it is. Hard to say. Also, the game keeps teasing you with that line between “this is just a virtual girl” and “wait, that’s actually my classmate behind the avatar” and once that clicks, every blowjob scene becomes twice as dirty. I had one scene where I realized halfway through that the toon on her knees drooling on my dick was someone in the “real” world that my character actually knows, and it made the whole thing way more fucked up than the usual porn game loop. The incest angle shows up like a car crash too. No build up, no slow burn. One second you are exploring, next second you are in a room with a family member whose avatar clearly has sliders maxed on tits and ass, and the game almost dares you to press the wrong option.

What really got me was how the netorare stuff sneaks in while you are distracted by all the other porn. You are busy enjoying some oral in a dark alley with a fantasy milf who lets you grab her big ass with both hands, then later you find out she also plays with a different guy’s character and suddenly there are scenes where you are stuck watching your girl get pounded by some taller, darker avatar with stats clearly better than yours. The game lets you choose if you want to join, stop it, or just watch, and I hate how often I picked “watch” just to see where the dev takes it. There is this brutal little school corridor scene where your supposed partner is pushed up against a wall in a schoolgirl uniform, skirt flipped, panties around one ankle, getting railed by some other player while your POV character stands there useless and hard, and it hits different because you already fucked her in another route. Or maybe it doesn’t, I don’t know, I’m not your therapist. The interracial stuff kind of blends with the fantasy races, so sometimes you are not sure if you are banging a dark-skinned elf, a real-world black guy’s avatar, or both. The line is thin, and the story likes to step over it, then pretend nothing happened. I wish the VR tech inside the story was explained less, honestly, the attempts at logic just get in the way of the next time someone drops to their knees and takes a thick cock down their throat like it’s no big deal. But here I am, still clicking “next” like an idiot, because every time I think I’ve seen all the kinks, it goes, “what if we twist this relationship one more time” and suddenly that same girl moaning under you is someone you probably shouldn’t be touching at all.

Lost Freedom is that kind of game where you open it “just to check it out” and suddenly you’re neck deep in family drama, bad decisions and way too many people calling the main guy “sir” a bit too respectfully right before doing very disrespectful things. Everything spins around this clueless dude who finds out way too late that he has a daughter, and she’s not a sweet little princess. She’s a bratty, proud, sexy trouble magnet with a temper, big tits, big ass and zero interest in behaving. The writing really leans into that: she mouthes off, tests boundaries, tries to keep control, then flips when the main character doesn’t fold. And of course, the more they argue, the more the game makes you watch her bend over in tight clothes, sit on the couch with her legs half open, stretch in front of him like some kind of half-accidental porn audition. You know exactly where it’s going, the game knows you know, and it still drags out the slow burn just enough to make all the creampie scenes feel like a massive “yeah, this was always going to happen”.

The structure is “lineal” like the dev warns, but it cheats a bit. You click through what looks like a straight visual novel, then out of nowhere the coworker route pops up and suddenly you’re fake dating a cute redhead for her parents while the daughter is sulking at home. That redhead’s whole thing is hilarious and horny at the same time. She’s shy and polite in public, then five minutes later she’s riding the MC like she’s late for work, moaning about wanting his kid inside her, and the game really zooms in on her feet grabbing his back or her toes curling when he goes down on her. And then there’s the blonde “enemy” girl, who exists mostly to piss off the daughter and to casually suck dick like she’s smoking after a long day. Half the fun is watching the scenes where the blonde and daughter are in the same room, pretending to be civil while the MC is remembering how both of them taste. The jealous stares, the tight dresses, the not-so-subtle camera focus on their asses when they argue about stupid office stuff. Then the boss shows up, older, stacked, legs for days, and suddenly you’re getting a blowjob in an office chair while Slack notifications ping in the background like your real life is demanding attention.

What I kind of enjoyed way too much is how the sex scenes are animated just enough to feel dirty, but not overproduced. There’s this one scene where the daughter is riding him in that slow, circular grind, hair stuck to her sweaty face, and the camera holds on the creampie shot longer than it should, like the game is proud of itself. Another moment, the blonde is on her knees at work, licking the MC’s cock from base to tip, pausing to kiss his shaft like she’s teasing the player, then she takes him deep and you see the slight gag, the little eye roll, the way her lipstick smears. And the feet stuff just sneaks in, no big announcement. The daughter putting her bare feet on his lap while acting like she doesn’t know what she’s doing, or sliding her toes over his hard-on under the table, or that redhead pumping him off with her soles before riding him, asking to be filled and knocked up like some cute breeding toy. The romance is there, in a twisted “I love you but I’m also fucking your boss and your rival” way, and the endings feel more like “which mess do you want to sleep in forever” than some clean happy-ever-after. Honestly, if porn dating sims had awards, this one would probably win “Most Efficient Use Of Questionable Family Bonds And Office Bullshit To Justify Creampies In Every Hole” without even trying.

The Warrior of Light is fucked up in the head and the body, in the best way. You start not as some fresh rookie, but as a hero who already burned through all the epic bullshit and paid for it. Your power runs on feelings, and you basically overdosed on emotions. So now the plot is simple and kinda genius: to get your strength back, you need therapy that is not really therapy, more like “let’s weaponize affection, horniness and cuddling” while you crawl through this weird mix of parody fantasy and horny sandbox. It feels like someone read the source material with one hand and a grin, then asked: “ok but what if all the bonding scenes actually went where the fanfics always wanted them to go?”

You hop around locations like a point and click pervert, poking at things, pestering girls and guys, flirting with monster cuties that really should not be that adorable. One moment you chill with a smug mage who keeps teasing you about “purely magical research”, next moment a towering monster girl is talking about eating you and you are not sure if she means your soul or your cock. The game lets you play both as the big-name hero and, in some scenes, slide into a female POV who is just as horny and just as messy. Lesbian moments don’t feel like they were slapped in for a tag checklist, you actually get that slow, stupid build: hands brushing, a joke that goes too far, a dare, then suddenly you are between her thighs and she is trying not to be too loud and failing. There is gay content too where your so-called “bro” from past battles suddenly remembers how intense your bond is and decides the best way to help you recover is to jerk you off while talking about old campaigns like it's totally normal. Straight stuff, anal, oral, soft romance, nasty power play, it is all there, but mixed so casual it almost feels like hanging out with old party members who just stopped pretending.

In between all this sex comedy, the game still remembers it is an RPG. There is turn based combat that looks kind of silly for someone who already saved the world, because sometimes you are fighting with your dick basically on cooldown. Skills fueled by emotions mean a blowjob scene can literally make you stronger in the next fight, which is extremely stupid and somehow perfect. You’ll be doing little “therapy sessions” where a lover slowly jerks you off while asking about your trauma, and then the UI happily shows your stats going up as you moan through it. The humor is half shitpost, half affectionate roast of the original story: characters misquote dramatic lines while riding you, someone tries to give a heartfelt speech and keeps getting interrupted by your hand on their ass. It is rough in places, not every joke lands, sometimes the sandbox pacing goes weird and you are stuck clicking through flirting when you just want to get railed, but that unpolished feeling makes it more like a horny fan project that grew too big and never learned how to behave. One scene you’re carefully romancing a shy girl, whispering sweet nothings while you lick her, next scene a smug dragon girl is using your face like a chair and calling it “treatment” for your emotional overload. It should not work. It kind of does.

This one hits different in a weird, slightly fucked up, very horny way. You start as this guy who vanished as a kid and just strolls back into the house like, “yeah, I’m alive, also here’s Saeko, she’s hot, don’t ask too many questions.” The game doesn’t rush anything, it kind of lets you sit inside the awkward silence of the family seeing him again. That slow burn is what made it feel sexy for me, because every little touch, every stolen look, feels louder. When your “relatives” hug you a bit too long, when the Milf leans in close and her tits press into your chest and the camera just lingers, the room feels heavy. It’s not just generic porn clicking, it’s like you’re creeping closer to a line everyone pretends is still there even when they already crossed it in their heads.

The sound helps a lot. There’s this low ambient hum in the house, some soft music that’s not trying to be epic, just enough to make it feel like late evening when everyone’s a bit tired and horny. Breathing is loud. Little gasps and wet mouth sounds during oral scenes stand out more than usual because the game doesn’t spam music on top. I liked how some scenes are almost too quiet, just skin rubbing and the bed creaking while you’re groping someone who’s supposed to be asleep. It’s fucked, but that’s the point, and the game doesn’t pretend otherwise. Sleep sex moments are shot close on the hands: fingers sliding under clothes, grabbing a big ass carefully first, then bolder. I caught myself holding my own breath during one scene, when the MC is jerking off in the dark just a few steps from her, whispering her name like a confession. The models have that thick, juicy 3dcg look, like everyone was built out of curves and oil. Big tits, shiny skin, a Milf with that “I’m trying to be proper” face while your hand is between her legs. Sometimes the facial expressions go a bit weird and plastic when things get too intense, and a couple of animations feel like the hips move on a different rhythm, but it weirdly adds to the dirty vibe, not less.

Romance here is fake soft and real filthy at the same time. People say “I care about you” in one line and then swallow cum the next. There’s proper kissing, cuddling on the couch with slow teasing, and then out of nowhere she’s grinding on your lap, pretending it’s innocent until you feel how wet she is. Anal scenes, when they show up, are treated like a big deal: lots of lube, some whining, some “it won’t fit” that obviously it will. Saeko feels less like a side girl and more like a secret partner in crime, like she knows exactly what the family did to you and what you’re going to do back. There are moments where she just sits there, smirking, while you flirt way too heavy with a “relative,” and it feels almost like a tag-team corruption thing. You get those masturbation scenes where the MC watches someone sleep or shower and just loses it, pumping hard while whispering stuff he’d never say out loud, and that hits that pervy voyeur itch pretty good. I kind of wish there were more small random sound triggers, like phone buzzing or distant TV, just to sell the feeling of being caught at any second, but yeah, that’s not happening. Anyway, it’s one of those games where you tell yourself “I’m just gonna check the story” and ten minutes later you’re edging while some Milf you absolutely should not be fucking moans your name into a pillow.

You’re stuck in a dusty foreign base with a shitty Wi‑Fi signal and a gun that feels lighter than your stomach, and all you really have is your phone and a redhead you’re scared to lose. That’s basically the heartbeat of this thing. You’re the soldier, she’s Grace, making coffees for random assholes while you count the days, and the game never lets you forget that there’s an entire ocean between you when the worst possible guy walks into her cafe. Not a thug, not some cringe teen. A smooth, confident photographer who actually listens to her, calls her beautiful without stuttering, and knows exactly where to put his hands on a woman’s waist for “just the right pose.” It hits way harder than some cartoon villain, because he acts normal. Too normal.

The way it starts is almost boring in a good way. Your first calls with Grace are sweet, a little awkward. You talk about missing her, she tells you about rude customers, tips, her stupid co-worker, what she wore to work. And then she casually mentions “this photographer guy” who said she has a good face for his next project. Nothing dramatic. It just sits in your head. Later you unlock options during calls: push her to chase the opportunity, or brush it off, or sound jealous without admitting it. The game never slaps you with morality. You just feel it when she texts you a selfie from the shoot, wearing a dress that hugs her in all the places you remember touching, and you know some other man asked her to tilt her hips like that. The 3D scenes are clean and very physical: the way her bra strap slides down her pale shoulder, the shine on her lips from cheap cafe gloss, the slightly nervous way she holds her own elbow at first. Then in later shoots she doesn’t do that anymore. That tiny change hit me harder than the first kiss scene.

Sex here is not just porn filler. Early on, you get those needy calls at night, where she whispers your name in bed, fingers moving under the sheets, and you can guide how dirty the talk gets. If you encourage her to explore, she gets bolder, sending pics from the bathroom, pushing her panties aside to show just the wet line between her thighs, asking if you still want her even if other men look at her. If you give her strict “no flirting, no photos” vibes, the tension twists into something rougher later. There’s a run where she shows up at the photographer’s studio in a loose shirt and no bra, nipples poking through when the room gets cold, and you can practically feel the moment she stops thinking about you and starts thinking about how it feels when he stands behind her, guiding her hands, telling her to “trust the process” while his fingers spread her legs for a more “intimate composition.” It’s corruption, but not fast; it’s this slow slide where every choice you made before suddenly matters while she’s on that couch, thighs open, breathing hard, trying to convince herself it’s still “just art” even as his tongue is on her and her phone with your unread message is lighting up on the table behind her.

And the worst part? Half the time, when she calls you after, her voice is soft, almost more loving, because the guilt makes her clingier. So you’re there on a crackly line saying you can’t wait to fuck her brains out when you get home, imagining her wet and untouched, and the game zooms on those faint red marks on her inner thighs from someone else’s grip. No dramatic music. Just that quiet “I miss you” in your ear while she’s still sore from another man.

Andrew thinks he is just dropping a box at some weird rich lady’s place, then he blinks and suddenly he is the box. That is how this game feels. One moment you’re a normal delivery guy, the next you’re naked on cold floor with a collar around your neck and three witches arguing if you should lick their feet first or their pussy. The whole thing is set inside this magical house that looks kind of normal on the surface, but every room is like a trap for your dignity. Doors move, furniture stares at you, the staircase literally kicks you back down when the mistress is not done using your mouth. You have that classic “choose what to say” style, but it’s not polite choices. It’s more like: do you kneel and call her “mistress” now, or do you try to run and get turned into a human sex mop. As a CYOA nerd, I liked how one wrong click and boom, you’re chained to a bed giving sloppy blowjob practice while two of them laugh and use magic to keep your jaw wide open.

What hit me hard is how they play with humiliation. Not just “haha you’re naked” but deeper stuff. There is a scene where the redhead witch makes you scrub the floor with your tongue, and each stain you clean she uses a spell to make your dick twitch harder. She keeps asking dumb little questions like “are you proud of yourself, delivery boy?” and if you answer wrong she hooks her heel under your balls and presses, very slowly. Her tits are huge and always in your face, like she knows you want to look up, and she won’t let you. Another one sits behind you on the couch and uses your face as a seat while watching some stupid magical TV show, just ignoring you except when she needs you to lick her feet clean. There is this moment where she forces you to hold her legs up on your shoulders while she rides your tongue and talks about grocery lists, like you’re not even a man anymore, just some enchanted furniture with a hard-on. I liked that actually more than the big flashy spells. The magic is there, sure, glowing circles, invisible hands, the usual stuff, but the best parts are tiny things, like when she snaps her fingers and you instantly cum in your pants in the middle of the hallway while the whole house laughs, and you just want to reload but you also kinda don’t.

The 3dcg style helps a lot because the body language is clear. When the main witch pushes her foot into your mouth and curls her toes, you see every little toe wrinkle, the shine of drool when she makes you keep your tongue out and uses it as a footrest. It is not subtle. There is a crazy animated scene where you’re tied on your back at the bottom of the stairs, cock sticking up, and every time someone walks past they either spit on it, step on it, or stroke it with their sole, almost gentle, then stop right before you finish. You can choose to beg or stay quiet, but both paths end with you being called a good little house slave. The game pretends you can escape, gives you that fake hope with some paths where you sneak around the corridors and try doors, but the house itself is on their side, so it just loops you back to the same room where the mistress is waiting, bored, legs spread, telling you you’re late and she needs her daily oral worship. One time I tried to roleplay defiant, chose every “resist” option, and my reward was a long scene where they sit in a circle, use magic to stop me from moving, and take turns using my mouth, my face, my cock, like a toy they’re reviewing. They rate your performance out loud, comparing you to former slaves, and it actually hurt a bit in the ego, which is kinda hot if you’re into that. There is this tiny thing that annoyed me though, like the sound effect of footsteps is too loud for no reason, but I kept forgetting to fix the volume because someone was already sitting on my face again. Anyway, the whole vibe is: you thought you were a man with a job, but the house knows you’re just a cock, a tongue, and a pair of shaking legs, and the witches are very happy to prove it to you, scene after scene.

You’re in a classic magic-and-knights world, but the game doesn’t really waste time pretending you’re some legendary hero. You’re just this kinda average dude who had the weird luck of growing up next to the most overpowered girl in the realm, the Saintess. Everyone worships her, prays to her, expects miracles, all that holy stuff. You? You know what she looked like with mud all over her dress when she was eight and crying because she lost some dumb toy. That’s the whole vibe. Publicly she’s this shining untouchable goddess, privately she’s a bratty, horny, emotional mess who keeps dragging you into situations where you’re stuck between protecting her and trying not to pop a boner. It doesn’t help that magic and demons and all that fantasy trash keep throwing you into danger, then two scenes later you’re in a candle-lit room with her on your lap, stroking you with this mix of innocence and “I know exactly what I’m doing.” The game loves going from “the world might end” to “her soft hand is wrapped around your cock and she’s whispering your name with that cute little tremble” in about five clicks.

Because yeah, it’s not just teasing and jokes. There’s a real focus on building this thing where you two are basically a messed-up holy power couple. She’s supposed to be this pure and sacred symbol, but she’s also the girl who grew up sharing a bed with you when storms scared her, clinging to you, kissing your cheek, slowly sliding into more. The fact she’s your childhood friend is not just background text, it actually shows up in how she acts when she kisses you for real the first time, or when she goes down on you, clearly nervous but totally determined, drooling on your shaft while her eyes look up at you like you’re the only person who really knows her. And yeah, that whole “we grew up like siblings” tension is very much there, the game doesn’t pretend it’s anything else. Especially when she starts playing with magic during sex, using little spells to pin you, heal you while riding you, or make you feel every little squeeze inside her even more. The humor is all over too, like you’re getting lectured by some knight about honor, while five minutes later you’re fucking her silly behind a holy statue, trying not to laugh as she bites your shoulder to keep from moaning your name so loud the whole temple hears. It’s messy, horny, kind of wrong, kind of sweet, and that weird mix is exactly what works here.