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.

Bored guy in a glass box in the sky decides he wants to break his toy a little. That is basically the soul of this thing. You start as this marketing exec who has everything dialed in: money, cool apartment with stupidly huge windows, and a girlfriend who looks like she walked out of some luxury perfume ad, all long legs, big tits, expensive taste, polite smile. She is “good girl” in that high society way, the kind that apologizes when the waiter bumps into her. And you look at her and think: what happens if I push? Just a bit. Just enough to crack that perfect mask. So you tell her to take off her clothes next to the glass, where the city can see. It is not even subtle. It is just: show me how far you can fall for me.

What I liked is how dirty it feels without being all screaming porn right away. At first it is like a stupid couple game, 30 seconds with her shirt open, her nipples pressed to the cold glass, you standing behind her, half teasing, half testing. You keep talking, whispering in her ear about people watching, about the office guy across the street maybe jerking off behind his blinds. She blushes, tries to cover herself with her hands, and of course you move them away. Tiny thing that annoyed me: at one point she wears these heels that look like they were grabbed from a random asset store and my brain just fixated on them for no reason. Anyway. Slowly she starts obeying faster. You tell her to bend over, to spread, to let you slide your fingers inside her while the city is right there, all the lights, all the windows. Sometimes the game cuts to this voyeur angle, like you are on the opposite balcony, watching her tits bounce while you fuck her from behind, and it feels wrong in that good, greasy way. Sometimes the pacing is weird and a scene just ends when you actually wanted to stay there longer, with her face smashed on the glass, mouth open, drool, eyes rolling up in that ahegao mess. I even paused once just to stare at the reflection of your own body in the window, pressing close behind her, like you two are on display in some live porn shop above the street.

Over time she shifts from “no, this is crazy” to touching herself on her own, pressing her pussy on the window, rubbing her clit while people maybe walk below and you just watch, arms crossed, this calm little overlord vibe. There is romance, but it is twisted, because every “I love you” is wrapped around male domination. You praise her, then push her harder. Make her suck you while the curtains are half open, then pull her hair and aim your cum so it drips down her chin in full view of those hypothetical neighbors you keep talking about. One creampie scene sticks in my head: you make her ride you facing the glass, her big ass slamming down, your cock buried inside her until you fill her and tell her not to move, to let it leak while she stares at her own reflection, cheeks flushed, half ashamed, half proud. It is corruption but also kind of a collaboration, because she slowly starts wanting it, asking “do you think they can see my tits from here?” then lifting them up like an exhibitionist little trophy. Anal slips in as a sort of next-level dare, where she hesitates, then lets you push in while she bites the glass, hands flat, nails scratching. There is oral, there is masturbation, there are those moments where you catch her stroking herself when you are not even in the room and the camera pretends to be security footage. Part of me wanted more variety outside the apartment, but at the same time, that single cage of glass and city lights gives it this weird art piece feeling, like the whole relationship is a performance for invisible strangers scrolling their phones on the other side of the street.

Apartment 69 feels like someone looked at every degenerate fantasy you had in college and said “yeah, that, but more awkward and more naked”. You’re this 20 year old programmer kid who somehow can afford his own place, and the game treats that apartment like a horny gravity well. Everyone important just keeps getting pulled into it. Family shows up, classmates show up, neighbors that clearly skipped the “boundaries” class show up. It starts pretty innocent, like simple errands and casual chats, and then slowly you’re rubbing against people in tight hallways, “accidentally” walking in during showers, and pretending you’re shocked while the camera zooms straight onto bouncing tits. The corruption vibe here isn’t instant; characters go from normal to “ok fine you can touch me there” to “why am I moaning this much” in a very porn logic way. If you like that slow slide instead of instant sluts, it kind of nails it. If you actually went to college, some of the school scenes are a bit too accurate, just with way more handjobs under the desk.

From Unreal side, I keep catching myself switching between horny and nerdy. The lighting on skin is surprisingly good, especially in darker rooms where the only source is a TV screen or some crappy lamp in the corner. The models are thick in that “this rig has been tweaked for hours” way, not generic store stuff. You notice it in the way breasts settle when characters lean forward, or how the ass pushes against tight shorts when your MC is very obviously staring. It is not perfect though. Sometimes the facial expressions go weird, like you’re talking about homework but she’s making a face like she just got creampied on the roof. Mouths clip now and then, the trans character’s shoulders look a bit off from some angles, and a couple of animation loops feel like someone rushed through them at 4% brain power. I had one scene where a hot milf is supposed to look mad, but she just looks kind of horny and constipated. Still, when the sandbox opens up and you’re bouncing between the apartment and school and back, asking yourself “do I grind affection or do I go straight for more groping in the kitchen?”, the small jank turns almost funny. Like, you’re lining up a serious emotional talk and the game just throws a titty physics moment in your face and your brain forgets the plot.

Sex content hits fast after you get past the intro routine. You start with small stuff like “accidental” touches, helping someone with sunscreen for way too long, or waking up with a hand in your pants and pretending you’re still asleep. Then it goes hard into masturbation scenes, spying on people from doors that are never locked, and those drawn out “teach me how to stroke it properly” handjob bits that feel like they were made by someone who spent too much time on old xHamster clips. When the interracial scenes start showing and the family drama gets nastier, you can really feel the corruption layers piling up, especially when a girl that acted shy two events ago is suddenly riding you and begging to get filled. There is one moment with a virgin character where the game takes its time on the first penetration, camera pressed close, breathing heavy, small twitch in her legs, and it’s honestly way hotter than some of the full-on gangbang scenes in other games. Also, the shemale route is not just a cheap extra. There is build up, flirty text chats, some real tension in the bathroom encounters, and then you end up staring at a hard dick and big tits at the same time and thinking “ok, I did not plan this, but here we are”. Only thing that annoyed me: one UI button in the apartment hub is tiny as fuck and I kept misclicking it like a clown. Never got used to it.

Horny Model starts pretty simple on paper: asshole guy wants a girl who doesn’t want him, brings his bro into it, and things go very wrong in that slow, greasy way that makes you keep clicking even while you think “ok this is fucked up.” It’s not some sweet dating sim where you pick flowers and share feelings. This is more like watching a porn shoot where the “casting couch” idea gets stretched over days and weeks, and you’re the one poking every little boundary to see where it snaps. As someone who is poly and usually prefers open consent and everyone talking about feelings, it was weird to enjoy something where the whole point is gradual corruption and manipulation. Weird, but hot. And that made me a bit annoyed at myself and still horny, which is honestly a good combo for an adult game.

The game uses both male and female point of view, which I didn’t expect at first. One moment I’m in Peter’s head, being a smug little shit, pushing Lucy to show “just a bit more” skin for photos, acting like it’s no big deal. Then suddenly I’m looking at things from her side, overthinking everything, horny but confused, convincing herself this is “normal” and she’s just being friendly. That switch hits hard when scenes go from light teasing and “accidental” gropes into rougher stuff, like when the first spanking scene stops being playful and you realize she is already too deep into their game to really say no. There’s a masturbation scene in her room that actually felt kinda real: she’s trying to get off alone, thinking of them, annoyed at herself, then a message pops on her phone and totally changes the mood. It’s not just click sex, it feels messy like real horny brain. I love that. And at the same time, some parts feel rushed, like one moment she’s shy about stripping to underwear, and a couple clicks later she’s taking anal like she’s been training for it. No build-up, just “ok now your ass is ready, I guess.”

What hit me as a poly person is how they slowly turn her into “their” toy instead of just “his” girl. There is this one group scene where Peter and Roger treat her like a shared model, posing her, touching her, talking about her body like it’s a product. It’s totally male domination fantasy, they don’t hide it, but there’s also a fucked up sort of “relationship” feeling between the three. Not healthy at all, but still kind of intimate. Two guys using her, but also caring in their own twisted way: they check if she’s still “comfortable” while double-penetrating her, like that magic word makes it all fine. The AI images are sometimes uneven, tits change shape a bit between scenes, hands look weird here and there, and for some reason I kept noticing the background more than I should. But that unpolished, slightly glitchy look also matches the vibe: like some cursed OnlyFans project that started innocent and then spiraled into full-on sex toy, anal, toys, multiple penetration chaos. I had this moment where she’s half dressed, being teased, and I realized I was silently hoping for an option where she flips it and starts using them instead. That option never came, obviously, and it annoyed me more than the little UI things or the missing transitions. Still, I clicked every single branching choice I could find. And then opened Twitter and acted like I was a normal person again.