KRUZ CITY feels like that dirty daydream you get on a long bus ride when your mind starts drifting and you suddenly remember how much you like soft skin and the sound of someone breathing right in your ear. It starts pretty tame: you come back to your hometown after being basically locked in this brutal sports camp, muscles sore, balls even more sore, pretending you care about training drills when actually you’re just thinking about thighs and lips and the smell of shampoo on a pillow. The moment you arrive, the place looks normal on the surface, but every corner feels loaded with some secret. A door half open, a shower running too long, a bedroom light still on at night where it really shouldn’t be. You walk around thinking you’re just exploring a city, and suddenly you’re peeking through a window and realizing this older woman you kinda remember from childhood is kneeling between some guy’s legs, tits pressed against his thighs, and you feel that hot stab of jealousy and arousal at the same time. It’s not subtle about it, which honestly I liked. The game doesn’t treat you like a kid.

What stuck to my brain is how physical everything feels. There’s this scene where you finally get a “private” moment with one of the milfs, and it starts with something simple, like her fingers brushing your hand while she hands you a drink. That tiny touch, just skin on skin, makes the whole screen feel heavier. Then it moves to her sitting too close, your leg pressed against her soft thigh, and when she shifts her weight you can almost feel that warm pressure slide across you. When she wraps her fingers around you for the first time, it’s slow, like she’s testing how far she can go, thumb rubbing the tip, palm squeezing just a bit too tight. You actually notice silly stuff, like the way her tits bounce a little when she changes grip, or how her ass digs into the couch when she leans forward to whisper something filthy, hot breath on your neck. And because the game likes to mess with your head, sometimes you’re watching this from a distance instead, hidden in the dark, seeing her do the exact same teasing moves on another guy. That part hits different. There’s this ugly, horny twist in your chest, like your stomach drops and your cock twitches at the same time, especially when she moans his name in a voice you thought was just for you. I wish I could say I hated it. I didn’t.

Kinda funny how often it plays with that “am I a good guy or just a horny bastard” feeling. One night you’re sneaking into a room, lights low, hearing soft breathing and wondering if you should really be here. The girl is half asleep, big ass barely covered by a thin sheet, one leg bent, panties riding up just enough to show the curve of her pussy. You slide your hand along her thigh, and the game lets you push it, fingertip by fingertip, until you’re rubbing her through the fabric, feeling that damp spot grow. She shifts, murmurs something, and you’re holding your breath, completely still, like if you don’t move she’ll keep pretending she’s asleep. That mixture of guilt and raw need is all over this thing. Same with the foot stuff: one of the women casually puts her bare foot in your lap while she talks about something boring, heel resting right on your crotch, and pretends not to notice as her toes start to curl and press. You try to focus on the dialogue, but all you can think about is how the ball of her foot grinds down just a bit harder every time you answer wrong. Sometimes you end up just jerking off alone after, pants around your ankles, staring at your phone, replaying a clip of her sucking someone else off, spit running down her chin. Honestly, I got stuck way too long in one early masturbation scene because the rhythm of her handjob was just that perfect, fingers twisting, wrist pumping faster while she stares you dead in the eyes like she owns you. And the worst part is you kind of want her to.

There’s something trashy-beautiful about how this game doesn’t even pretend to care about subtlety. The first time I saw the MC walk back into that sleepy monster-town, I laughed out loud - not because it’s funny, but because the art has this weird warmth, like the lines were drawn by someone who actually felt horny while drawing. Everyone’s eyes look too wet, and there's a kind of sticky gloss over the skin shading that almost makes you want to touch the screen. The music? I swear the menu theme sounds like it was made on one of those free phone apps people use when they can’t sleep. But then again, it fits: cheap melodies under raw desire. And it works better than it should.

I remember this one moment with the mom-character - or maybe aunt, I lost track - she’s leaning over the kitchen counter, tail twitching slow, voice low enough that you have to turn the volume up just to catch the breath between her words. Then bam, the handjob CG hits like a punch in the gut. It's not just erotic, it’s oddly *personal*, like watching someone else’s secret being filmed badly on purpose. The dialogue is clumsy, sure, but the timing of the moans and the shaky breathing clips make it feel real. The dev probably recorded them in a closet somewhere. I respect that. At the same time, some of the school scenes drag forever, especially the teasing stuff - too much text, too little payoff. Yet I still read every line because the writing accidentally slips into poetry when describing the character’s tail brushing against skin. No idea if that was meant to happen.

Weirdly enough, I kept thinking about how the corruption mechanics don’t make sense - the girls fall for you too fast, and somehow it works better that way. The story says it’s romance, but nah, it’s more like emotional vandalism dressed up as affection. Half the time I got bored, the other half I was grinning like an idiot. It reminds me of licking cheap candy: it melts ugly but tastes good anyway.

Okay, this gender swap thing... honestly wasn't expecting much when I clicked it. The whole premise sounds like every other transformation fantasy out there, right? Boy becomes girl, chaos ensues, probably some terrible dialogue about "feeling different" or whatever. But fuck me, this one actually got under my skin in ways I didn't see coming.

The university setting works better than it should. Maybe because it's that awkward phase where nobody really knows who they are anyway? Our protagonist wakes up with tits and suddenly has to navigate classes, dorms, social dynamics - all while figuring out this new body. The masturbation scenes hit different when you're experiencing everything through fresh eyes, discovering sensations that are completely alien yet somehow natural. There's this one scene in the bathroom where she's just... exploring, and it's not just horny for the sake of being horny. It's genuinely curious and confused and arousing all at once.

What surprised me most was how the lesbian content develops. Not the usual "oh no I'm attracted to girls now" bullshit - more like genuine connections forming while she's still processing everything else. The oral scenes feel earned rather than thrown in for variety. Though I gotta say, some of the male domination stuff feels out of place? Like the game can't decide if it wants to be about self-discovery or just another power fantasy. The mobile optimization is decent enough, loads fine on my phone without killing the battery. CG quality varies wildly - some renders look amazing, others like they were rushed out on a deadline. Still can't figure out why certain dialogue choices lead where they do, but maybe that's the point. Life doesn't make sense when everything you thought you knew gets flipped overnight.

Yeah alright, this one feels like some horny fanfic someone refused to leave in their Google Docs and just shoved into a game engine instead. You’re basically watching a bunch of Trails-flavored characters get dragged through this ugly corporate city where everything smells like debt, cheap booze and bad decisions, and the only “professional” who’ll help is Van, this fixer who looks like he’s permanently five missed payments behind on everything. It’s a kinetic novel, so don’t come in expecting choices or stat grinding. You click, you read, and every now and then the story sucker punches you with a scene where somebody suddenly has a cock down their throat or is fingering themselves in a room that really should have curtains. Simple, dumb, kind of hot.

The structure jumps between characters, which sounds clever and high level, but in practice feels more like reading horny group chat logs where somehow everyone writes in full sentences. One moment you’re stuck in Agnes’ head while she’s trying to pretend her “research” isn’t just stalking a pattern of broken classmates, and five minutes later you’re in Van’s brain, watching him pretend he’s too jaded to care while he absolutely cares, because of course he does, he’s the dumb noir protagonist archetype with a hard cock and soft spot. The best parts are when the game stops trying to be serious about corporate intrigue and just lets the filth breathe. Like there’s this sequence where Agnes is alone in her tiny student room, doomscrolling on her phone, reading messages from classmates about weird incidents, and between every new disturbing clue she’s got one hand inside her panties, getting off to the same tension that’s freaking her out. It’s messy, a bit pathetic, and way more believable than the usual “pure honor student suddenly swallows dick like a pro” nonsense. Then later she actually does swallow dick like a pro and the game doesn’t really explain that jump, but porn logic, right.

The AI art thing is funny in a wrong way. Some scenes look great at first glance, like Agnes kneeling between Van’s legs in this dingy office, her tits spilling out while she’s “paying for the investigation” with her mouth, and the lighting makes it feel like dirty afternoon porn. Then your eye catches some weird finger shape or a strand of hair that looks like it’s trying to escape the render. It’s not enough to kill the mood, but you can absolutely tell this wasn’t some hand-painted masterpiece. Sometimes that roughness works though. When Van’s jerking off alone in his room, thinking about all the clients he “shouldn’t” touch, the slightly uncanny body proportions make him look tired, too real, like a guy who drinks too much convenience store coffee and rubs one out before going back into emotional hell. I liked that scene more than the fancy ones actually. Oral stuff is the main star here, lots of angles focusing on lips stretched around cock, drool, smear of lipstick, that kind of thing. If you’re here for huge tits, you get them, but half the time they’re just bouncing in the background while the camera is obsessed with tongues and wet sounds. Kind of annoying. Kind of perfect. Depends when you catch me.