Kai thinks he’s getting a lazy sexed-up vacation on a sunny island with his hot girlfriend, his smug best bro, and the girl who looks like she bites. That’s the vibe at first. Sun, cocktails, tits in tight bikinis, asses sliding over pool chairs, couples pretending they’re here to “relax” while they’re actually scanning every bar stool for someone to fuck. The resort looks like one of those Instagram traps, all fake-perfect, AI-smoothed smiles on posters and hotel staff who are just a little too polished. You start noticing weird stuff. Who is watching who, who is flirting a bit too long with who, who is way too comfortable touching your girl’s thigh. The island feels like it has its own rules, like it was built for people who got bored with normal sex and started asking themselves “what if I watch her get pounded by someone else and like it?” and then never stopped asking. It’s not subtle. You’re sitting there as Kai, watching Yumi lean forward, big tits half out, laughing at Nick’s jokes while his hand is a bit too close to her knee, and the game just lets that moment stretch and breathe until you either click or snap.

The whole thing is about pressure. Slow, annoying, horny pressure. You pick small choices that look harmless, like “sure, go for a walk with him” or “yeah, another drink is fine”, and three scenes later you’re staring at an animated loop of your girl’s soft hand around someone else’s cock while Kai tries to act like he’s not dying inside. Or maybe he’s into it. That’s the dirty part. The island keeps nudging you to test where your jealousy ends and your curiosity starts. The sex scenes grow out of that. Handjobs by the pool while someone might walk in, a wet grind on a lounge chair with her huge ass bouncing under a thin towel, a mouthy girl who likes to lean in too close and whisper shit about what your brother used to do with his ex. The game really likes that family drama angle. Older brother shows up, got that “I’ve fucked more and care less” energy, and suddenly every stare between him and your girl feels like a threat. Or a promise. Sometimes the art looks almost too clean, like an AI took a vacation album and turned it into porn, sometimes a frame looks a bit off and that weirdness makes the scene feel more wrong, which honestly fits the NTR stuff. You will click a choice, watch a short animation loop of her tits bouncing on a guy’s lap, and feel that tiny stab in your gut that says “you could have stopped this five scenes ago.” And maybe you still keep going.

Half the time you’re trying to solve what the hell is off about this island, who is pulling the strings, why everyone talks about “opening up” like it’s some cult slogan. The other half you’re just watching people get drunk, grind on each other at some shitty beach party, swap partners in ways no one really wants to admit out loud. The game does that thing where it pretends you are in control while also setting you up for failure, like letting you choose to cling to Yumi, then slowly showing her eyes drift to someone stronger, rougher, more daring. You can lean into the cheating, treat it as an experiment, turn Kai into that guy who loves seeing his girl used, or you can fight it and get dragged anyway. Some routes feel almost romantic until suddenly they aren’t. One minute you’re walking through palm trees at sunset, big ass in front of you swaying in tight shorts, and the next minute she’s pushing your hand away because she’s “tired” after spending time with someone else. The island keeps smiling. The resort music keeps playing. And you’re there, clicking, watching, letting it hurt and turn you on, wondering how far you’ll go before you call it too much, then pushing one scene past that.

You boot this thing up on your phone, thinking it’s just some light tennis VN with cute guys, and suddenly you’re sitting there trying to pretend your screen isn’t full of flustered muscle twinks talking about “practice” in a way that is very much not about improving your serve. It starts all innocent, like, “oh, college team, gotta keep your grades up, gotta train,” and two choices later you’re in a locker room, half naked, pretending you’re interested in racket brands while your teammate is basically eye-fucking you. In a good way. Mostly.

The vibe is very “gay college drama if everyone was horny and bad at hiding it.” You’ve got that main guy energy where you’re kind of lost but also surprisingly good at reading when someone wants your dick in their mouth. Some routes push you into slow burn stuff, like you keep running into the same dude after class, he helps you with homework, the tension just keeps building, and at some point you’re not sure if you’re more excited about passing exams or finally getting his cock in your ass. Then another path is just, boom, you’re on the court after hours, it’s sweaty, he’s frustrated about missing a shot, you try to comfort him, and it turns into him pushing you against the fence, grinding on you through your shorts while you’re trying not to moan too loud because someone might walk by. I opened Reddit on my other screen once mid-scene and just sat there like, “yeah, okay, this game is way filthier than it pretends to be.” Not complaining. Well, I am, but not about that.

Sex-wise it goes all in. There are handjobs that feel like they drag out forever in a good way, the kind where the text really leans into the small stuff: the lube noise, the pre cum, the way his abs tense when you twist your wrist just right. Masturbation scenes where you’re alone in your dorm, headphones on, trying to be quiet while thinking about that practice match where your doubles partner pressed his chest into your back “to correct your posture.” Then some of the guys are very into putting it in the back, and the game does not shy away. One route has you bent over a desk, your shirt still half on, tennis bag on the floor, his fingers opening you up while he whispers things in your ear that I absolutely cannot repeat on Discord without getting a mod ping. It’s hot, but it can also be weirdly sweet, like they’ll rail you, then ask about your midterms. Tone whiplash, but in a fun way. And yeah, the characters are furry, which makes it even more of a trip the first time a fluffy tail curls around your thigh while someone’s pounding you from behind. I still can’t take one guy’s ears seriously when he’s talking about “going deeper” yet here we are. There’s this tiny UI thing that annoys me, some tap targets are way too small on mobile and it pisses me off every single time, and then I forget because the next CG is your teammate jerking you off in the showers while you both try not to slip on the tiles. Anyway. It’s messy, horny, kind of dumb in places, kind of tender in others, and it absolutely knows what you’re here for even when it pretends to care about tennis technique.

You wake up in this therapy center with your brain feeling like someone hit “delete” on half your save files, and the person in charge of fixing you is a woman who definitely should not be allowed to call what she does “therapy”. Miss Lust looks at your trauma like it’s a puzzle she’s horny to solve, and every “session” is basically her asking “what if we push you just a bit further?” then shoving you off the cliff instead. One moment she’s talking gently about memory blocks, the next she’s got you on your knees, collar around your neck, making you shuffle a deck of cards that decides if you’re going to get your ass stretched, your clothes taken away, or your dignity ripped apart in front of people who should not be watching but totally are. The whole card thing sounds simple until you realize it’s not about winning, it’s about how badly you’re willing to lose. You draw a card, suddenly you owe her worship, or your body gets put on display to some stranger behind a glass wall, or she turns your “normal” male protagonist into this confused pretty sissy who starts to like the high heels way too fast. And you tell yourself “this is fucked up, I’m being corrupted”, while at the same time moving the mouse to pick the filthier option because curiosity is a worse dom than Miss Lust.

The game loves to tease that maybe there is romance, maybe she actually cares, then five minutes later she’s auctioning you off for a “special session” with a futa client who treats your ass like it’s public property while Miss Lust just watches, taking notes like it’s a science project. There is this one scene where you stand naked in a corridor with nothing but a card in your hand, and the rule is that you can’t cover yourself at all while strangers pass by and comment, and one woman stops just to step on your cock with her heel, then smiles like she is tipping a waiter. Then later, Miss Lust offers you a “soft” option with cuddles and vaginal sex that almost feels tender, and the game has the nerve to make that feel more humiliating than the gangbang because suddenly you care what she thinks. There are branching paths that turn you into her obedient slave, her little toy prostituted to other patients, the secret lover she hides behind professional talk, or the broken thing that gets off on being called pathetic while licking her feet. The voyeur stuff gets wild too, like that card that forces you to watch another patient being transformed, stripped, and used by two women and one guy while you jerk under the table, trying not to get caught, and if you fail the check she drags you out by the hair and makes you finish in front of them. It is messy, horny, occasionally weirdly sweet, and then it slaps you with NTR flavor just when you start to feel safe. Honestly I wish there was one path where you just say “nope” and go to normal therapy, but also, I’d never click it.

Pokestars is basically what happens when someone looks at the old anime and goes, “yeah but what if they all wanted to fuck the trainer instead of chase badges,” and then actually commits to the bit. You’re this dude who somehow lands in this luxury pokemon training resort that’s less about ranked battles and more about which girl you’re making moan behind the stadium later. It’s played like one of those point and click dating sims where you bounce between locations on a map, poke on stuff, poke on girls, poke on buttons, in that order. May, Misty and Dawn are the main stars here, and they’re not subtle. First time you meet Misty she already has that “I’m gonna test you” energy, except it’s not a gym test, it’s whether you can keep up with her mouth while the battle scoreboard is still flickering in the background. It’s funny because the game pretends to care about rankings and resort rules, but after like ten minutes you’re mostly just planning who you’ll fuck in which corner of the map and if you can trigger another animated scene before clicking through the dialog you half read.

What I liked a lot is that it doesn’t waste too much time teasing without payoff. You win a fight? You’re not getting a high five; you’re getting on your knees or putting her on hers. There are full-on oral scenes where you literally watch her head move, with voice lines that are not studio-perfect, but that kinda makes it better, feels more like a weird fan project that got horny and never stopped. Vaginal scenes too, with those 3dcg bodies pressed together and enough motion to not feel static. Sometimes the moans don’t sync perfectly with the thrusts and it made me laugh, but I still didn’t skip it, so whatever. The resort itself works like a hub: pool, rooms, arenas, those spots you click just to see if someone’s there to jump your dick. You get some dating sim flavor on top of it all, little choices in dialog, giving attention to one girl over another, pretending you care about who has the strongest team when you’re actually just angling for a threesome later. There’s even this moment where Dawn corners you in a hallway after a match, her voice goes low and you can hear the slight echo like they actually thought about the room, and suddenly she’s on her back on a bench, panties around one ankle, you pushing in while she still has her gloves on. That kind of detail is the thing that keeps you clicking “next” even when a line of text is kinda cheesy.

The voiced parts are the big hook and also the thing that sometimes makes it feel janky in a good way. May has this cute, eager tone when she goes down on you, wet sounds and breath mixing, but then every once in a while a line sounds like it was recorded in another room or on a different mic. It pulled me out for half a second and then there’s a close-up of her lips sliding down your shaft and suddenly I don’t care anymore. Harem angle is strong too, not just one-on-one stuff. You get those scenes where two of them tag-team you, one sucking while the other rides, like a porn parody that forgot to blur anything. And the point and click side makes it feel a bit like a scavenger hunt for sex; “if I go to the resort hot springs at this time, will Misty be there? Will she be naked already? Can I trigger that one scene where she sits on my face first and then demands I pound her right after?” Sometimes the pacing drags and you’re just clicking through resort menus looking for the next bit of action instead of actually doing trainer things, but then the game throws another animated fuck sequence at you and your brain forgives it instantly. It’s not classy, it’s not subtle, it’s literally fan fantasy turned into a horny resort simulator, and yeah, it works.

The whole thing feels like somebody mashed together a horny Final Fantasy fanfic, a cheap mobile survival clone and a beach episode that never ends, then said “yeah, good enough” and shipped it. Which, weirdly, kind of works. You wake up on this tropical island, sand in your shoes, dick in your hand metaphorically, literal later, and the first cutscene just slaps you with that “you’re a loser, now enjoy paradise” tone. The animation in those early scenes is rough in a way I actually like. Faces hold just a little too long, camera lingers on thighs like the animator forgot to hit stop, some lip sync looks like it was done in a hurry during a Discord call. But when Hana leans in close the first time, hair moving in the breeze, you can feel someone really tried. It is not clean. It feels like watching a lewd indie short posted on Twitter that somehow grew into a full game. And then you blink and suddenly there is Tifa in a bikini that never existed in any official artwork, and the game just shrugs, like “yeah, she washed up here, whatever, go talk to her.”

Cutscenes are the best and worst part. One moment you get this slow, almost romantic shot of the island at sunset, the ocean reflecting orange, Hana’s silhouette, and you think “oh, nice mood.” Next moment, hard cut to the male protagonist getting jerked off against a palm tree like a teenager who just learned the word “frottage” yesterday. The camera really loves asses. It crawls over Tifa’s bikini line while she pretends she does not know what masturbation is, then five clicks later she is riding your face in a little looping animation where her hair clips through her shoulders in exactly the same place every cycle. Marie Rose shows up in her swimsuit and that whole “mystery of the island” thing just walks out of the room. The plot starts hinting that the island is wrong, that girls are not just lost tourists, but the next scene is you spanking Marie on the beach while a crab walks through the background like an unpaid extra. The point and click bits are fine, you tap on a coconut, you tap on a girl, you tap on yourself under the water in a badly hidden masturbation loop. Sex toys appear later and the game treats them like legendary weapons, full camera pan, shiny highlight, then you just shove a vibrator between Tifa’s legs in a short looping shot that probably took the animator all night and two energy drinks. There is a mystery somewhere under all the crossover fanservice, but every time you start to care the game distracts you with another animated bikini grinding on the protagonist’s cock and, honestly, that is exactly the kind of trashy commitment I did not know I wanted.

This one starts like some horny Erasmus fantasy that went completely off the rails. You’re this Italian guy dumped in Japan, and the whole thing leans hard into the “foreign dude in a place where he shouldn’t be this cocky” vibe. He’s not some shy herbivore either, more like a walking Roman ego with a nice accent and way too much confidence for his own good. The game really pushes that feeling that he’s hunting, not waiting. Every time you think he’ll back off from a married woman, or a woman clearly too mature for his level, he just… doesn’t. He treats every new apartment, workplace corridor, and tiny Tokyo side street like it’s some old Roman province that needs to be “conquered”, which sounds cringe, but it actually works because half the time you’re laughing at how far he goes. Then suddenly there’s this scene where the mood switches and the flirting hits way harder than it should, and you catch yourself actually caring if she replies to his late-night message.

The women here are the real reason to stay, obviously. Classic Japanese housewives with that soft, tired face and huge tits that bounce way too much for “just talking in the kitchen”. That older office lady who acts strict at work but melts fast once he starts pushing her buttons. A neat, classy milf in perfect makeup sharing “innocent” tea with the gaijin, then five minutes later she’s pressed up against the hallway wall, whispering that her husband must not know. The cheating stuff is all over the place: wedding rings, family photos on the shelf, husbands working late, that whole guilty-but-still-horny energy. The corruption feels slow in a good way, like you’re watching them slide from “this is inappropriate” to “I need your dick again” across several encounters, not just suddenly flipping a switch. And yeah, the tits are huge, but not just plastic balloons glued on; the game really takes time with how they move when she leans forward to pour coffee or when you push her against the couch and her blouse struggles to contain anything. Sometimes it’s hot in a quiet way, like a lingering hand on the thigh under the table, sometimes it jumps straight into her riding you while trying not to moan too loud because the kid is sleeping in the next room.

What I actually liked most is that the protagonist is kind of an asshole, but in a charming idiot way. He talks big about “conquest” like some budget Caesar, but half the time it feels like he’s winging it, improvising seduction with half-broken Japanese and raw confidence. It’s not subtle at all, but weirdly that’s the fun part: you know he’s a walking red flag, the women know he’s a walking red flag, and they still put their legs around his waist. Some routes feel a bit too gamey, like the “right” dialogue line is too obvious, and there are moments where a milf falls for him almost too fast. I also hate how one specific scene teases a long, slow build-up in the bath and then just cuts the foreplay short when it was finally getting really filthy. But then the next time you’re back in that same bathroom, she’s the one reaching for him first, her face red, water dripping down those massive breasts, muttering that she “can’t stop now” even if her husband is in the living room. It’s that kind of cycle: small frustrations here and there, and then a single scene that hits your specific kink so hard you forget to complain. It’s messy, it’s horny, it’s very “gaijin ruins nice Japanese households with his cock” and it doesn’t pretend to be anything else.

There’s this weird mix of horny chaos and “I should probably not be doing this” energy running through the whole thing, and it actually fits the story way too well. You’re a college guy dumped into this fancy private uni in the 9th City, which looks all clean and rich on the surface, but everybody either belongs to a gang, fears a gang, or is secretly fucking someone in a gang. Sometimes all three. Classes feel almost like background noise, like a side quest you keep forgetting, while you juggle shady meetings in parking lots, checking your phone for horny messages, and trying not to accidentally admit that yes, you know exactly who runs half the criminal shit in town because your name is on some of those spreadsheets.

What I liked is how your “student life” and your “crime adjacent life” crash into each other in small stupid ways. You’ll be in a lecture, pretending to care about some boring econ topic, and the girl next to you is asking about notes while her brother is literally the muscle for a local crew that wants to squeeze you. Then you go on a “study date” with her that turns into a blowjob in a hidden corner of campus, while your burner phone keeps buzzing with a message like “Boss wants an answer tonight.” The game never loudly screams “this is a moral choice!” but it keeps throwing you into situations where you have to decide if you want to act like a normal horny student, or like the guy who knows where the bodies are buried. Sometimes both at once. Sometimes in the same scene. Which is kind of hot and kind of fucked.

The sandbox thing works and also kinda doesn’t, which I know is not helpful but that’s how it feels. On one side, you can wander around the city, check out different districts, visit the campus, some shady bars, a strip club that pretends to be “exclusive,” and slowly find all the side scenes. On the other side, there are moments where the game just sits there like “figure it out, genius” and gives you almost no hint what to trigger next. One time I spent way too long clicking around the university courtyard just to make a side character appear so I could push her route from “flirty” to “I’ll suck you off between classes.” When it finally worked, the payoff was pretty damn nice, but also, why did the flag depend on visiting a random office twice after lunch? I still have no clue, and the game just shrugs and moves on.

Sex scenes mostly lean into that power vibe without going full cartoon edge. You’re not a brainless thug, you’re the guy who knows people who send brainless thugs. So when you fuck someone, there’s always that tension that if they found out who you really are, they’d either freak out, use you, or spread it around campus. There’s a great moment where you’re balls deep in a girl from a rich family on a leather couch in some private lounge, she keeps talking shit about the gangs in the city, and you can choose to stay quiet or tease her with hints about “knowing more than you should.” It hits this nice mix of dirty, risky and kind of funny, especially if you’re the type who likes corruption but also enjoys watching people talk themselves into bad decisions. And sometimes the game just throws in a quick fuck in a bathroom with almost no build up at all, like it forgot it’s supposed to be careful. Which actually feels right for this kind of world.

It’s not a polished experience where everything is neat and clean. Some scenes cut a bit rough, some characters show up once with a hot moment and then vanish like you imagined them. The management side where you deal with money and influence connected to your secret ties is there, but the game sort of tosses numbers at you and expects you to slowly learn by messing up. I kinda liked that and also cursed at it. At least the city feels dirty in the right way, the university feels like a pressure cooker full of horny idiots pretending to be respectable, and you’re stuck right in the center trying to keep your secret while your dick keeps voting against common sense. If you want to squeeze the most out of it, poke everything, be nosy, push boundaries with characters even when you think “nah, this is a bad idea,” and maybe keep a mental note of who is connected to which gang. Or don’t. Watching it all blow up in your face can be pretty fun too.

Fashion Spice looks harmless at first, like one more glossy fetish about models with huge tits fighting for the camera, but the game is way more fucked up and strangely smart about how it turns “levelling” into corruption. You start as this pretty regular guy tossed into the fashion agency circus, and the first “stats” you really feel aren’t your strength or charisma, it’s how deep you let yourself sink into the agency’s filth. Every scene is kind of a choice between staying human or becoming the kind of bastard the agency clearly wants. Except, little by little, the game rewards you more when you pick the bastard options. That’s the eroge style gamification here: the more you give in, the more the world opens, more girls, more monsters, more backstage privileges, more private shows in dark corridors with too much red light and not enough clothes.

What I liked is how the sex is not just thrown in like “ok, you clicked flirt, here’s generic blowjob.” There’s this scene early on with a shy new model, she’s supposed to do a lingerie test shoot. If you play it gentle, you get cute romance: slow undressing, tongue-heavy kissing, hands on her big ass, simple vaginal sex on the studio couch, kind of vanilla but sweet. If you pressure her a bit, flirt right on the edge, the system flags that in background and suddenly later on she shows up in some “special casting” where a tentacle horror from the agency’s basement “sponsors” new talent. That scene is a wild mix of fear and arousal, multiple penetration, one slick tentacle filling her ass while another pushes a toy inside her and she’s still trying to pretend she’s doing it “for the job.” It’s creepy as hell and hot at same time, like the game is trolling your conscience. The horror tag really shows when you realize those moaning, animated loops in the ritual room actually react to your past choices, not just play randomly. There is a lesbian path with one of the older MILF models that is way too short though, it builds up with all that teasing in the dressing room, mutual masturbation in front of the mirror, tongue work, nails on skin, then it kind of rushes to creampie with a guy in the next event instead of letting the girls breathe more. You get oral sex scenes where the girl is half terrified of what the agency will do if she refuses, then a moment later she’s riding you like a porn pro, and the game just shrugs like, “yeah, that’s showbiz, baby.” Choices really change who ends kneeling in a group sex shoot, who ends screaming in some bloody, tentacle-filled backstage nightmare, who actually falls in love, but the mobile UI makes some menus feel like using early Instagram on a broken phone, especially when your log of encounters gets cluttered. Still, you’re tracking “trust,” “submission,” weird occult “devotion” values, but none of that is explained cleanly; you just notice that the more a girl lets you grope her in crowded hallways or suck you off between two catwalks, the more the story paths twist into dark romance instead of just quick porn scenes. I kept telling myself I’d aim for the soft, romantic route, protect the girls, but the moment I unlocked the first full-on monster gangbang under the runway, with tentacles plugging every hole and cum dripping on designer shoes, I forgot all that moral stuff pretty fast. The pacing is like a messy house party where some rooms are chill, some rooms are outright satanic, and sometimes you open a door expecting anal and get a psychological horror cutscene instead. If you want to squeeze every dirty drop out of it, poke at the seemingly “wrong” answers, save before big choices, and never trust a contract that comes with champagne and a smile.

Everyone tells you college will change your life. In this one it changes before you even unpack your damn suitcase. You’re this clueless freshman, half horny, half anxious, dragged into a house party hosted by Devin, the kind of guy who somehow knows everyone on campus by day two. The place is the usual student chaos: solo cups everywhere, some shitty playlist on loop, people grinding in the kitchen for no reason. And right in the middle of it, someone pulls out a bottle and suddenly the whole night turns into one long “how far will you go if everyone’s watching” test. Nothing hardcore at first, just little dares, stupid teasing, that slow, annoying build where you keep thinking “ok now someone is finally going to take something off” and then they chicken out. Or you accidentally click the “wuss” option because your finger slipped on the phone screen and now the whole room is laughing and you kind of deserve it.

The game feels like you’re poking around a messy Instagram story you can actually control. It’s point and click, yeah, but it’s more like reading horny chat logs that suddenly turn into choices you’re not ready for. You creep through rooms, find people alone on balconies, half-dressed in bathrooms, making out in dark corners, and you get that voyeur vibe going strong. Like that moment you walk in on two girls arguing over a dare and one of them is already topless, arms crossed over these huge tits that the artist clearly loved way too much, and you’re just standing there pretending you were totally looking for the fridge. The game lets you lean into that creeping, makes you peek around doors, hover your mouse where you shouldn’t, check a mirror to catch reflections of someone stripping in the other room. It’s a “no actual sex yet” kind of ride, but they push groping and grinding and clothes coming off so close to the edge that you’re basically begging the story to misbehave. There’s romance too, in that messy party way: you flirt with one girl, tease another, accidentally walk in on some interracial couple making out on the couch, and the game just shrugs like “you want to join or what.” And then suddenly it’s asking you to choose who you really want to impress, even though you kinda want them all, because harem brain hits fast when you’re a horny freshman with zero real-life experience and too many options.

What I like is how the text keeps clowning on you. You choose the “smooth” line and the narration throws shade like “wow, you really said that.” The humor is dumb, self-aware, a bit trashy, and the AI CG girls somehow look both cute and a little uncanny at the same time, which accidentally fits the whole awkward college vibe. Big asses in tight jeans, short skirts that are just waiting for some drunken exhibitionism dare, that one shy girl who turns into total chaos when someone suggests stripping for “equality,” and the way the game slowly corrupts your choices. At first you play nice, you’re empathetic, you worry if someone is uncomfortable. Later you’re clicking on options like “keep staring” and “touch her ‘by accident’” and pretending you’re still a good guy. You’re not. You’re the dude who learns the timing of the bottle spins to aim it at the girl you want to undress, the dude who checks the patio window just to catch someone grinding in the dark. It’s messy, horny, text heavy, more teasing than payoff, like one very long party that never quite ends in a bedroom, but you stay anyway because every new spin of the bottle might finally cross that line you want it to cross. Or maybe you just want to see who drops their clothes next. Same thing.