Luna looks like the kind of girl you see on Instagram explore by accident and then your thumb just stops. City hair, city makeup, that kind of walk that says she knows how to move in tight jeans. Except the game throws her into this quiet countryside school where everything feels too slow and too close at the same time. You feel it in small stuff: how her skirt brushes her thighs when she sits on this stupid wooden chair that looks like it hurts, or how her blouse clings to her chest when it gets a bit hot in the classroom. The art really leans into fabric and skin touching. Like, when she crosses her legs at the desk, you can almost feel how rough the school chair is against her ass and how her stockings pull tight behind her knees. It’s not just “big tits, big ass, ok done”, more like the artist is obsessed with how her body presses into everything around her. I kinda relate. I use my phone with haptics on max and this gave me the same weird brain tickle, just visual.

The choices hit different because they’re not these huge dramatic moments. Sometimes it’s just Luna alone in her room, phone screen lighting up her face, and you pick if she scrolls through boring school group chat or some horny site that clearly isn’t TikTok. When she starts touching herself, the animations focus on fingers and tiny movements. Her thighs tensing, the way her hips lift just a little when she finds the right spot, that wet sheen on her lips when she bites them. It’s not subtle at all, it’s totally horny, but it feels more like you’re watching her discover how sensitive her own body is instead of some fake porn loop. There’s a scene where she quietly masturbates under her duvet while her mom is in the shower down the hall, and the sound design is weirdly nice. The soft rustle of sheets, that sticky little slick sound when she speeds up, the shower running in the background. Only thing that broke it for me was one moan that sounded like it was recorded in a closet on a Blue Yeti, and now I can’t un-hear it. I paused the game and checked my Spotify just in case something else started playing. Nope, just Luna being a bit too loud in one line.

I keep circling back to the way the game handles her mom, actually. Milf tag is there, and yeah, they milk it, pun intended. She’s got this tight house outfit that really should not be legal around a teenage girl’s classmates. There’s this scene in the kitchen where she leans over Luna to grab something from the top shelf and her top rides up just enough that you see a strip of soft belly and the outline of her bra digging into her skin. Nothing explicit happens right there, but my brain filled in a lot. Later, when things go more explicit, you get oral scenes and deep thrusting that end with warm creampies, and the animation pays attention to how bodies connect. Hips bumping, her ass jiggling when he pulls out too fast, that little twitch in her legs when she’s already sensitive and he keeps going. Sometimes the pacing is weird, like it jumps from slow teasing to “ok she’s taking it raw now” in one click, but then there’s this moment after where you see cum slowly leaking out of her and dripping onto her inner thighs, and it just… slows everything down again. It’s messy, a bit unpolished, some dialogue feels like Google Translate had a stroke, but I kind of like that rough edge. It matches Luna, actually. She starts as this polished city girl, but the more you push her, the more smudged lipstick, sweaty hair stuck to her neck, panties pulled aside instead of properly off. The game feels like that too. Not clean, not perfect. Sticky in a good way.

This thing starts like one of those harmless school slice-of-life stories, except it never feels harmless. You’re this dude walking the halls, joking with classmates, peeking at asses in too-tight skirts, pretending everything’s normal while the game keeps whispering that nothing is. On the surface you’re just chasing romance routes and big tits, trying to figure out which milf teacher you wanna risk your future for, which childhood friend you’ll accidentally corrupt, which guy you’ll piss off enough that he starts eyeing your girl. Then it hits you that every flirt, every little “harmless” grope in the hallway, every blowjob in the music room is getting tracked, twisted, fed back into this mess of morality and mind games. One minute you’re laughing at some dumb humor scene where your buddy makes a joke about your porn folder, next minute you’re watching a scene of brutal violence and you’re not sure if you caused it or just failed to stop it.

What really got me is how your choices feel fine in the moment. You see a big ass bending over a desk and you click the option to touch. Simple. She blushes, maybe moans, maybe slaps you, sometimes both. Then three scenes later she’s crying about how nobody respects her, and the game doesn’t tell you “this is your fault,” but you know anyway. Same with the whole NTR / netorase thing. At first it’s kind of hot, letting another guy or futa girl “help out” your partner, just sharing for fun because you think you’re in control. The group scenes are wild, by the way, especially when the camera lingers just a bit too long and you catch your own character watching instead of acting. Voyeur mode inside the story itself. But little by little, jealousy starts to bleed into it. There’s this one route where you push your girl toward another guy as a joke, like “go flirt with him, I don’t mind,” and way later you catch them in a quiet corner, his hand already under her skirt, her breathing way too heavy to pretend. You can interrupt, dominate, turn it into a threesome, whatever, but that sick “maybe I went too far” feeling doesn’t really go away.

Sex scenes are not shy at all. Virgin loss with awkward eye contact, messy creampies where you’re not totally sure if it was consensual or just pressured, titfucks on the school rooftop while the city burns somewhere in the distance, rough oral that slips into domination, then flips and she chokes you right back with that sudden female domination switch. There’s drugs, too, and that’s where things get weird in a different way. Some of the best animated scenes come from those mind control bits, where you honestly can’t tell if the girl wants it or your character is just rewriting her brain to want it. The game doesn’t clean it up for you. No “safe word,” no soft fade out. You’re the one clicking “continue” while she begs you to stop and also not to stop. But then you have these strange quiet romance scenes with actual warmth, like holding hands in a classroom while talking about family you really, really shouldn’t be this close to, or lying naked beside someone after fucking them raw and talking about sanity and what’s real. Sometimes it even feels wholesome before it throws another cheating scene at you completely out of nowhere. I kind of hate that. And I kind of went back to see every single ending anyway.

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.

Thunder stopped and the story starts after that, with you as this kid from the gutter who swings a sword way better than he knows how to talk to anyone. The setting is that Far East fantasy type thing: wooden roofs, smoky streets, silk robes, and then some noble lady with huge tits walking past like you don’t exist. You’re a warrior-in-training, not some chosen one, just a guy who got lucky and found a grumpy old war hero willing to beat techniques into your body until everything hurts in a good way. The game opens on what feels like a small job: run an errand, play bodyguard, check some shady district. Next thing, you’re in the middle of politics, demons, and a whole lot of ass you probably shouldn’t be staring at while you’re technically on duty. You go from dirt streets and cheap booze to palaces where every corridor hides some MILF trying to handle her “stress” in private, and you’re just there, armor half on, cock half hard, trying to remember the actual mission.

What I like is how your status really matters. People from your old caste still treat you like “one of us,” tossing you little secrets in alleys, while the nobles look at you like a tool and then immediately start undressing you with their eyes once they see how you move in a fight. There’s this scene early on where you escort a highborn woman through the city after some monster scare. You cut down a creature, blood on your face, she sees that and suddenly the way she talks to you flips. First she’s acting all proper, then in the carriage her robes slip, and she “accidentally” presses your hand right into her massive soft chest. The game doesn’t rush to the sex there, which almost annoyed me, but later in her private bathhouse, she calls you in “for protection,” and the whole thing explodes into this slow, wet, “I shouldn’t be doing this with a common-born warrior” kind of fuck. Her ass in the water, tits floating, you pin her against the stone while she’s still trying to keep her noble tone, failing completely when you shove inside her and she moans way too loud for a lady of the court.

It’s a lot of that contrast: one moment battlefield, the next moment you’re banging someone against a training dummy while lanterns swing around. The older women hit different here, too. There’s a warrior woman who fought in the same war as your master, body thick with muscle and age, ass like it was built to be grabbed in armor and out of it. She trains you, throws you on the ground, then ends up on top of you in this “grappling practice” that turns into her grinding down on your hard-on. She teases you for being young, but she’s the one riding you like she’s been starved for years, sweat dripping off her tits onto your chest. Then later, in the poor district, there’s this tiny shrine house where a so-called “respectable” wife is secretly praying for her husband’s death so she can crawl into your lap. You pull her kimono off and her body does not match the quiet good-girl act at all, curves everywhere, nipples hard before you even touch them, her ass shaking while you pound her from behind and she tries to keep her voice down because neighbors. Sex scenes feel like you’re clawing your way into a world that never planned to let you in, with your cock doing half the social climbing. And yeah, sometimes the pacing between these scenes and the “serious” plot jumps weird and makes you go “wait, how did I get from planning a patrol to balls-deep in this woman again,” but honestly, that kind of messy chaos fits a story about a nobody warrior suddenly thrown into power, tits, and danger all at once.