There is this pretty ordinary looking bar game that kind of pretends to be about “business” and “renovation” and whatever, but honestly it is about staring at hot women in tight clothes while pretending you care about paint colors. You play this guy who comes back to his hometown to reopen his dad’s old place, and right away the game starts mixing that “I want to make my father proud” vibe with “I want to fuck basically everyone who lives under this roof”. Very Greek tragedy, if Euripides had a Pornhub premium account. The whole thing feels like a visual novel that accidentally read too much Bukowski and then watched hentai compilations on Twitter. Most scenes are from the hero’s POV so you’re not just watching, you are literally stuck behind his eyes while he tries not to stare at asses and obviously fails. It’s that slow teasing that gets you: brushing against a thigh “by accident”, a too-long hug in the kitchen, a towel slipping just enough when she bends to pick something, the camera angle doing 90% of the work.

The game likes to pretend it’s romantic, and sometimes it really is. There are these quiet moments where you sit with the MILF character on the couch, she talks about regrets and age and the bar’s past, and you almost forget you spent the previous scene with your hand on her ass while she “helped” you clean the counter. Then it goes from emotional to horny in one line of dialogue. You’ll be talking about invoices and suddenly you are in the stockroom, her back against the crates, your hand under her shirt, groping her tits while she bites her lip and tries not to moan too loud because someone might walk by. The animations sell it pretty hard: hands actually squeeze, hips grind, mouths open and drool a bit when they lose control. First time you push a girl to a messy ahegao during a handjob and she looks half broken, half delighted, it’s like some weird crossover between Joyce’s stream of consciousness and “oh shit, she’s actually into this”. The voyeurism stuff sneaks up on you too; one night you wander the house, see a door slightly open, and you can just stand there and watch her on her bed, fingers buried between her thighs, whispering your name while you do nothing but breathe. Or you do something. The game lets you decide if you stay in the shadows jerking off silently, or you step inside and end up with her mouth full of you, warm spit running down your shaft while she stares up, eyes watering, waiting for that mouthful of cum like some bizarre holy communion.

Sex scenes escalate in a way that feels messy and human instead of clinical. The first time you finally fuck one of them, it is not Olympic porn star performance. It starts with awkward kissing, some shy oral where she tries to take you deeper and gags, pulls back with tears in her eyes and then insists she wants it again. You get that clumsy first vaginal sex where she’s still technically a virgin and keeps telling you to go slow, nails digging in your shoulders when you push in all the way. Later she’s riding you on a barstool, panties pushed to the side, your cock sliding in and out while you try to keep quiet because, yes, the front door is not locked. Anal comes in as this “we really shouldn’t” moment after she’s already dripping from regular sex; you spit in your hand, rub her tight little hole, she curses you in that half joking way and then you press in and feel her whole body shiver in the animation. Creampies happen a lot, probably more than is medically responsible. You finish inside, watch the cum slowly leak out of her swollen pussy, sometimes from her ass, sometimes filling her mouth until she gives you that stupid happy ahegao face and swallows with a loud gulp. There’s humour everywhere, dumb jokes about drink names while her hand is stroking you under the counter, flirting that feels like those horny Discord servers where everyone pretends to be ironic and then starts cybering anyway. It’s not subtle, it’s not elegant, it’s just this strange mix of romance, filth, and renovation spreadsheets that somehow works until you catch yourself caring which wall you paint while replaying the memory of her moaning your name in your head.

Dirty little fairy tale, that’s what this feels like. You start out broke in this hot, dusty “Arabian nights but hornier” city, doing chores for people who are way richer than you and absolutely know it. Half the time you’re running errands, half the time you’re staring at someone’s ass thinking “yeah I’d totally ruin that if the game lets me.” It runs in this nice POV style where you really feel like the main guy is just stumbling upwards through life, tripping over gold, magic, and way too many people who want to get inside his pants or the other way around. One minute you’re polishing some noble’s fancy floor, next minute you’re on your knees in the same room but polishing something else with your tongue. The jump from poor street rat to “kind of a hero, sort of, maybe” is played for laughs, and it works. There’s jokes about pirates, gods, magic carpets that do not exist, and somehow the writing still remembers to turn you on between all the snark.

Sex-wise it’s messy in a good way. The game really likes variety, like it’s trying to use your whole body as a toybox. You’ve got soft femboys that look like they belong in a harem painting, tough muscle girls that could snap you in half and you’re weirdly fine with that, and those “is that a girl, is that a guy, why am I so hard right now” trap moments. You can stay pretty straight if you want, or just slide face first into futa and gay scenes and pretend you “accidentally clicked the wrong option” on purpose. I had one scene where my character is stuck on a ship with a pirate crew and it turns into this chaotic group fuck with a stacked viking brute, a mouthy femboy with anklets, and a smug captain who clearly knows he’s hot. There’s oral everywhere, hands everywhere, feet on your face if you go looking for that, and yes, your ass is absolutely on the menu. Or theirs. Or both. Anal gets treated as casually as kissing, which is honestly refreshing and also kind of terrifying in a good way. The game doesn’t shy away from blood either; one battle had me splitting a guy open in a pretty graphic way, then later I’m getting a lazy handjob in a bathhouse like it’s just another Tuesday. Whiplash, but it fits this whole “world might end, but we’re still horny” tone. And somehow, in between all the sucking and fucking and questionable life choices, you’re actually curious where the story goes next, even while you’ve got a muscular warrior pushing you face-down on a fur rug and asking if you can take one more round.

The storm hits, your ship breaks, people scream, and then there is just water in your lungs and this weird calm feeling like you already fucked up your own story before it even started. When you open your eyes again, it’s hot, everything smells like salt and wet earth, and you are lying on a beach between a half-naked friend you can’t wake up and a dark-skinned girl with feathers in her hair who looks at you like she already knows what you will do to her later. That part made me smirk, honestly. The game doesn’t pretend to be “classy” about it. You drag yourself into this hidden British settlement on the island, with people acting strangely polite, like they are hosting some polite tea party while pretending not to stare at your crotch. They tell you your friend is dead. The way the old guy says “No one survives outside the village at night” is so calm it’s creepy, like he is almost hoping you try.

Sex doesn’t jump on you in the first two clicks and I kind of liked that, even if at one point I was yelling at my monitor because the village chief’s daughter kept teasing me with that loose white shirt and soft accent and still nothing. She keeps leaning in, her tits brushing your chest, voice half-whisper, asking about your dreams and fears. You can actually feel her breath in your ear when she promises to “take care of your tension” if you obey the rules. Virgin, my ass. When she finally drops to her knees in that narrow storage hut, with moonlight cutting through the wooden slats and dust floating around, the wet choking sounds are filthy in a very good way. She looks up at you with those “innocent” eyes while drool and cum drip from her lips. It’s not just click and fade to black. The game lingers on her tongue running along your shaft, on the way her throat tightens when you push a bit too deep, like it wants you to feel that tiny cruelty and enjoy it.

The female voices have this low, hungry warmth that sold the whole island mood for me. The Indian girl has this soft, careful tone at first, like she’s afraid you will break, then later she is ordering you to strip and spreading your legs with her foot on your chest. When she rides you in the jungle clearing, cicadas humming around, her ass bouncing in slow rhythm while she calls you “prey”, the mix between danger and romance feels weirdly right. I just wish the one church scene didn’t have that stupid squeaky floorboard that distracts from her moans; it annoyed me every single time and it will probably stay exactly like that forever. There is a nice contrast between the “good girl” promising love and safety, letting you cum deep inside her with that shaky “don’t pull out, please”, and the woman who makes you lick her clean after she milks you dry, thumb on your tongue, telling you you’re hers now. Sometimes the kissing and soft breathing get more erotic than the full-on creampie, sometimes not at all, and I kept changing my mind which I liked more. Then I remembered I was supposed to care about finding my missing friend and wandered back into the jungle, cock still half hard, trying to decide if the shadows whispering my name were in my head or not. The island doesn’t feel safe, the women definitely aren’t safe, and you keep chasing both anyway.

Kinoff City looks all fancy on the tourist posters, rainbow flags and smiling faces, but when you drop into Stronger Bonds it hits more like some horny soap opera that got hijacked by horny rhinos with way too much baggage. You play as Samson, this huge, broad-shouldered rhinoceros cop who just landed the job of police chief in the so-called gay capital. Big uniform, bigger ego, and a past that’s a total mess. He’s not just here to write tickets. He’s stomping around the city, poking his nose into clubs, gyms, back alleys, and “private” apartments, trying to bring order to a place that doesn’t really want to behave. The whole city basically looks at him and thinks “strict daddy who needs to loosen up”. Which, yeah, the game makes sure he does. Slowly. With a lot of dick.

What makes it fun is how the story keeps mixing heavy drama with horny bullshit. One minute Samson is remembering his dead wife or how he screamed at his four sons until they ran away, next minute you’re in a locker room with a cocky lion officer testing his “respect for authority” with his tongue buried in Samson’s lap. Sex scenes feel like arguments that turn into blowjobs. Fights that end with someone bent over a desk. When Samson pulls rank, he really pulls it. The male domination vibe hits hard, especially when he’s in full uniform, hand on the suspect’s neck, using his weight to pin them and then they’re suddenly gasping with his cock deep in their throat. A lot of oral, a lot of “you’re gonna take all of it” energy. And the game doesn’t pretend these guys are shy. Asses are big, heavy, shaking against his hips, tails lifted, begging for anal while still pretending they’re too proud for it. You get those slow scenes where he pushes in, inch by inch, and the other guy’s talking tough but his back keeps arching and you know he’s gone.

The tension with his sons sits in the background and keeps poking at you. They’re in the city, hiding, watching what kind of man he is now. Sometimes you think you’re just lining up another hookup, then the dialog drops something small, like “you sound like my old man”, and it hits you that these boys grew up under his old, harsh version. Harry, the younger brother, is like this sweet disaster trying to keep Samson from falling apart again, but he’s also a horny rhino in a very gay city. He jokes, flirts, shoves Samson toward guys who clearly want to get pounded by a chief who doesn’t know the meaning of “gentle”. The mobile format actually works: playing on the train with headphones, pretending you’re reading news on Chrome while Samson is railroading some smug fox over the squad car hood is a special kind of shame. I even almost tapped the wrong icon and opened WhatsApp while a scene had Samson tongue-deep under a wolf’s tail, which would have been hard to explain. The game is messy, emotional, sometimes melodramatic, sometimes just “shut up and suck me”, but that combo of family guilt, city secrets, and a hulking rhino cop using his authority to breed half the gay capital into submission sticks in your head way longer than it should.