Kid with fresh trauma, dead parents, and a brain full of horny daydreams gets invited to live with his own fantasy: the hot teacher with the perfect ass who always leans over the desk just a bit too far. On paper it sounds like a pity offer, right? “Stay with my family until things get better.” In reality it’s more like dropping him into a jungle of polite smiles, fake kindness and a milf who knows damn well every boy in class stares at her tits. He hesitates, because her son is that asshole from school who steals lunch money and calls everyone loser. But she looks at him with those soft eyes, that tight blouse, and suddenly sleeping under the same roof as the bully’s mom feels like a sin that’s worth burning for. Of course he says yes. Hormones are stronger than common sense.

The house is not normal. You notice it first in the little things. The way the “big brother” talks on the phone like he’s ordering a beating instead of pizza. The quiet guys in suits who show up, bow, and pretend they’re just business partners. The way the teacher, this kind of warm, patient woman at school, turns cold and sharp in the kitchen when she’s whispering about “problems that must vanish.” It’s a yakuza nest with homework on the table and a mom who cooks curry while wearing a skirt that barely hides her thick hips. While the son acts like he owns the world, the new boy starts sliding under his shadow, sneaking glances at his mom’s curves, her heavy breasts bouncing when she walks from the bathroom in a towel, the outline of her pussy barely covered, like she’s forgotten someone else lives there now. Or maybe she didn’t forget at all. Hard to say.

At school, the drama looks like a stupid romance anime at first. Teasing in the hallway, cheap jokes, girls whispering that the new boy is “so tragic, poor thing” while staring at his crotch when they think he doesn’t notice. There’s this weird humor in how people flirt with him. One classmate acts innocent, then asks very detailed questions about what he thinks of older women, then pretends it was a joke. Another girl “accidentally” falls on his lap in the library and he ends up with her ass pressed on his dick while she giggles, way too happy. But the real mindfuck happens back home, late, when the door is slightly open and the teacher is in her bedroom, touching herself while watching some shitty romance movie on her tablet, her moans soft at first, then deeper, and he just stands there, hard as rock, listening. Later she pretends nothing happened, serving breakfast like normal, but her hand lingers too long when she passes him the jam. One evening she helps him study and somehow her cleavage is almost in his face, her perfume sweet and thick in his lungs, and he finally snaps, kisses her, expecting a slap. Instead she kisses back, slow, hungry, like she’s been waiting, her tongue teasing, her lips wet. Clothes go missing. Her big tits are in his hands, heavy and warm, nipples hard, and he ends up buried inside her on the sofa, her moans low so the rest of the house doesn’t hear, her body pushing back into every deep thrust. She rides him later, straddling him in the dark, whispering “don’t cum yet” then pulling him in deeper until he fills her, creampie after creampie, while she clenches around him like she owns his soul. Around all that, the yakuza tension keeps rising, jealousy grows, and more women start circling him like he’s fresh meat in a bloody family war, but he still keeps sneaking into her room like an addict who only needs one drug: the bully’s mom, spread on her bed, legs open, ready for another round.

Subject 9 feels like somebody smashed a family vacation movie and a very horny biology experiment together, then forgot to add any shame. You’re this early twenties dude stuck in a mountain cabin for three weeks, “relaxing” with your relatives before your great aunt’s birthday, and it takes about five minutes before you realise this is less Hallmark, more Pornhub search history with a plot. The cabin feels small in a good way, like a pressure cooker. Every room is basically a trap for bad decisions. Morning coffee in the kitchen? Someone walks in with a shirt that clearly lost the war against her tits. Late night in the living room? Yoga pants so tight you can basically read the stitching with your dick. You wander around, talk, poke at choices, and suddenly a harmless “check on her” turns into you pressed against a door, her whispering in your ear, and you trying not to blow your load before the camera even zooms in properly.

What hits first is how thick everyone is. Not “oh she’s curvy” but “God was bored and overfilled every slider”. Huge tits, big soft asses that jiggle when they walk to the fridge, the whole family looking like they escaped from the “do not open at work” folder. You get these slow, teasing scenes where a character leans over the sink, top riding up, the curve of her ass just staring right at you. It’s not subtle. At all. There’s this one shower scene where the steam is still hanging in the air and you catch her drying herself, towel sliding down way too slow. She notices you, smirks, and instead of freaking out, turns her back, spreads her feet slightly and really takes her time. That moment right there, with the water still dripping off her nipples and you stuck between “leave like a good boy” and “stay and watch”, that’s when the game shows its teeth. And then later, you start noticing how often people touch him, how hugs linger, how “we’re family” keeps getting thrown around in a tone that is absolutely not family safe. It’s wrong in that way where your brain says “no” and everything south is just clapping.

The wild part is how lowkey the lesbian stuff sneaks in. It doesn’t scream “hey this is girl on girl now”, it just happens. Two of the women chilling in a bedroom, wine glasses on the nightstand, soft music, gossiping about the guys being idiots. You walk past and hear a moan that definitely isn’t from a funny TikTok. Door cracked open, you get a peek: one of them on the bed, shirt pulled up, the other between her thighs, hair all over the place, hand gripping that thick ass like it’s the last thing on earth. You’re stuck in the hallway, hand on the mouse, trying to decide if you barge in or watch from the shadows like complete trash. The best bit is how the game lets your choices twist the vibe. Be a passive little creep? You get more voyeur shit. Start pushing boundaries? People start pushing back in their own fucked up horny ways. Sometimes the pacing crawls, especially early on when you’re just doing cabin chores and flirting that goes nowhere, but when a scene finally snaps, it really snaps. Titfucking on a couch that was supposed to be for “family movie night”, hips grinding in slow motion, heavy breathing right in your ear, her hand guiding you exactly where she wants. It’s messy, it’s dirty, and half the time you’ll click a line of dialogue that sounds normal and suddenly you’re balls deep in a situation no therapist could fix. Honestly the only thing that annoyed me is how often doors magically stay unlocked when it’s convenient and locked when you’re actually trying to be a perv, but that’s just cabin life, I guess.

Whole thing starts with you thinking this is just another horny space VN with a hot older woman and some fake tension, then suddenly you realize you actually care if this milf is mad at you or not while you’re also lowkey trying to see her naked. You’re the "bad influence gamer kid" stuck on an empty alien ship with your best friend’s mom, Elena, who has huge tits, a perfect ass, and that permanent "I am disappointed in you" face that somehow just makes you harder. She’s blaming you for everything, talks to you like you’re a dumb kid, but she’s also trapped with you, in corridors that feel way too quiet, with weird alien tech humming in the background. And every time you pick a choice you feel like you’re poking a sleeping lioness, like, am I gonna get a cold glare or am I gonna get her breathing a bit heavier and pretending she isn’t turned on.

What I liked most is how the horny stuff doesn’t drop on you instantly. You have those moments where she’s pacing in the control room in this tight outfit that is absolutely not regulation, arguing about power, oxygen, food, and you’re half paying attention because the camera angle is just locked on her curves and you’re like "ok, sure, survival, but ma’am, your tits are actually in my face right now." At one point you find this alien artifact, very glowy, very "I probably shouldn’t touch that" and of course you touch it. After that, things start to get weird in the good way. She leans over a console to look at some alien script and suddenly you feel this pull, like the artifact is nudging you to imagine her on her knees. You pick the teasing dialogue option, she snaps at you, but you can see the tiny blush in her cheeks, and then she turns away, ass swaying just a little too much to be an accident. Or maybe I imagined it. No idea. Don’t care.

The actual sex stuff, when it starts happening, doesn’t feel like some random porn scene slapped in. You remember that moment in the dark engine bay, when she’s shaking a bit, trying to act tough, and you choose to calm her down instead of making a joke. That choice echoes later when she’s the one slowly unzipping your suit in the captain’s cabin, eyes locked on yours, muttering something about "needing human contact" with zero irony. Oral scenes hit harder because she still has that older-woman authority vibe even when she’s on her knees, like she’s in control of how desperate you get. The teasing is brutal in a good way; she’ll pull back, wipe the spit, give you that smug look like "you wanted this, didn’t you?" and you just sit there like a clown clicking through dialogue. Sometimes the pacing makes no sense, like one minute we’re talking serious alien technology and possible mind control, next minute her boobs are basically a physics experiment on my screen, but honestly that chaos kinda fits. There’s a tiny UI sound on one of the choice menus that drove me nuts and I’ll complain about it forever, but I still kept mashing through for the next scene where Elena pretends this is all about survival while she’s clearly enjoying having you wrapped around her finger in every possible way.

You wake up in a world that finally stopped killing itself with wars, and somehow it feels even weirder. No epic quest, no demon lord to stab, just this quiet, awkward peace and a hometown where people are falling into this slow, horny coma called Blissful Sleep. They look peaceful, but something is very wrong, and of course your own sister is hit by it, so you drag your ass back home. Daytime is all about pretending to be a normal adventurer who totally doesn’t get turned on by half the people in town. You plan routes, buy gear, manage your team like some horny version of a strategy RPG, but every little choice is secretly about who you want closer, who you tease, who you push into your orbit. There’s a priestess who talks about purity and then accidentally brushes your thigh a bit too long, a strict milf who pretends she’s only here to keep order but blushes like crazy when you actually flirt, and a monster girl with way too many sharp teeth who still somehow feels like the safest one to fall asleep next to. Text boxes look harmless until suddenly someone is on their knees and you’re trying to pretend you didn’t just click through a blowjob scene in two seconds by mistake because your hand slipped.

Night comes and the real shit starts. You drop into the dream world, and that place doesn’t care about your morals at all. It’s turn based, it’s dice, it’s numbers on the screen, but the fights feel dirty in a good way. Succubi taunt you mid combat, offering buffs if you “relax your guard” and let them sit on your face between turns. There’s this futa knight who shows up like some recurring miniboss, towering over you, cock already half hard, offering you a “truce” where she pins you down and uses your body as tribute. Lose to her too many times and you kinda stop being sure who’s dominating who, because yeah she’s the one fucking you, but you’re the one choosing to lean into it every time. The game lets you tongue-first your way through monster girls, slide into warm dream pussies, fill them until their bellies twitch, then throws you back into the daytime like nothing happened. Religion shows up twisted inside the dreams, holy symbols glowing while a pious girl wraps her tits around your shaft, whispering prayers while she milks you for another creampie in the name of “salvation”. You’re supposed to be solving the curse, finding the core of the Blissful Sleep, but some runs you just wander from event to event, pushing lust values, half-accidentally turning a kind woman into someone who begs strangers for cock in her dreams because you kept choosing the slightly more pervy option whenever it popped up. And somewhere in there, between a teasing handjob in the camp tent and a brutal futa-on-hero pegging session after a bad roll, you realize you’re not just exploring the dream world. It’s exploring you back.

Whole world gone to shit, cities eaten by zombies, and what you get is not some heroic soldier fantasy, but a fucked up little family bunker where everyone is too close, too horny, and way too bored. The game throws you in as the male MC, stuck with your “relatives” in a half-ruined safehouse, watching the world rot from the windows while you juggle food, ammo, and the fact that every woman under that roof keeps walking around in underwear like it’s a normal thing. It starts kind of slow, like a messy point and click management sim: you check supplies, patch walls, send people out to scavenge. At first it feels almost normal, like one of those survival browser games you’d run in a second tab while pretending to work on Slack. Then it begins to twist. The longer you play, the more you notice how often the camera lingers on curves, on that milf’s big ass squeezed into tight shorts when she climbs a ladder, or how your “sister” stretches on the couch while the radio talks about the end of humanity. The horror part is not just zombies scratching at the door, it’s the fact that you start to like the tension.

What really got me hooked is how the corruption doesn’t slam into your face from the first click. It drips. You choose who goes on patrol with you, who showers when, who sleeps where. Little “innocent” choices, yeah? Until one night you peek through a cracked door and she’s masturbating in the dark, trying to be quiet so nobody wakes up, and you get a voyeur scene that actually feels earned. Another run, you push more, tease more, and you end up “accidentally” groping her in a cramped storage room when you both reach for the same box. Suddenly her shirt rides up, your hand stays on her big tits a second too long, and the game just lets that silence breathe. You know that porn game moment when you click once and everything jumps from 0 to full gangbang? This is not that. Here you grind affection, trust, and straight up manipulation like XP. You decide if you want to be protective or a sneaky bastard, if you share rations as reward for oral sex, if you let her go outside wearing almost nothing, turning scavenging runs into walking exhibitionism while zombies groan in the background. There is group sex if you push the corruption hard enough, and some nasty netorare edges too, where you can watch someone else touch “your” woman, and the game just sits with that feeling instead of trying to comfort you. Half the time I was aroused, half the time I was uncomfortable, and weirdly, that’s why it works. It’s rough, a bit clunky, UI looks like it escaped from a porn site in 2012, and I still kept a tab open in Chrome all week, min-maxing food and morality while the family slowly forgot what real society was and started using each other to stay sane. Or insane. Whatever. Just remember: in this wasteland, survival is numbers, sex is a resource, and privacy is completely dead.

Creepy House feels like that one horny urban legend your buddy swears happened to his “cousin in another town”, except this time you actually get to click your way through it. You play this kinda screwed over dude fresh out of high school, stuck in community college hell, surrounded by boring people who think a haunted mansion is the scariest thing ever. Everyone in the neighborhood is all “don’t go near that place, it’s cursed” and obviously that just makes you walk right up and knock like you’re delivering Uber Eats to Satan. Door opens, and instead of some old man with a shotgun, you get hit in the face with pure goth chaos: deadpan stares, black lipstick, cold sarcasm, and more teasing than a TikTok thirst trap. It feels like falling into a bootleg Addams Family episode nobody told the lawyers about, in the best and worst way at the same time.

The house itself is like a horny theme park. Every room is set up for some new awkward situation where you’re trying to act normal while someone’s pale, stacked mom casually leans over a table and her tits are doing jump scares at you. The game keeps throwing you into these little adventure scenes where you’re picking what to say, pretending you’re not staring, and yeah, if you play it half-smart, ending up with a lot of very sloppy, very enthusiastic oral action. One moment you’re “helping” Wednesday-style goth girl study and the next she’s on her knees making eye contact like she’s sucking out your soul through your dick. They tease like crazy too, the kind of slow hand on the thigh, “oh you’re getting hard from this?” shit that makes you want to punch your own screen and say yes, obviously. There’s this milf who talks like she’s just being polite, but every line sounds like an invite to cheat on someone you don’t even have. It’s that weird mix of creepy and hot that kinda should not work, but it does, then sometimes it doesn’t, then it does again. The “horror” part is 90% vibes and outfits, but occasionally they toss in a little dark joke that makes you snort at the worst time, like right when something filthy is happening and you’re half trying to, you know, focus.

What actually got me was this dumb little extra thing: as you mess around in the mansion and get deeper into this horny fake Addams situation, you unlock pin-ups of other goth girls that are clearly inspired by every internet crush you’ve ever had. It’s like the dev had a folder named “do not open at work” and just dumped it into the game. I kept thinking “ok, one more scene and I’m done” and then suddenly I’m chasing some new teasing route because I wanted to see if the quiet girl in the hallway actually snaps and drags you into some hidden room for a “punishment” blowjob. And sometimes the pacing just falls on its face, like you’re ready for something filthy and the game makes you click through a bunch of dialog that feels like it escaped from a sitcom from the 90s, but then you hit a line that’s so petty or mean or strangely romantic that you kind of forgive it without noticing. It’s messy, horny, a bit broken in the head, and it absolutely leans into that fantasy of “everybody told you not to go to that house” and you went anyway, and your biggest problem now is choosing which goth girl is gonna ruin your GPA with her mouth.

You wake up in this game as a doctor who literally can’t move, stuck in bed with your broken body, pain meds, and way too much free time. Your wife and your daughter are the ones going out into the world instead of you: they fly off to some dusty, poor coastal village in Africa, “humanitarian mission” and all that, while you stare at your phone and laptop. At first it feels kind of noble: they send you sweet photos, your wife in that tight blouse under the white coat, your daughter in shorts that are definitely not regulation length, smiling with local kids, palm trees in the back, bad internet connection and all. Then the messages change tone. She forgets to answer. Your daughter sends one picture that looks a bit too intimate with one of the guys from the village, and your brain starts eating itself. And that’s basically where the game leans in and says: alright, now let’s fuck your head completely.

It plays like a visual novel, yeah, but the important part is how much it loves to tease you. You pick a text reply and you feel like a creep, or like a caring husband, or like a jealous psycho, depending on how honest you are with yourself. You can be supportive, like “I’m proud of you, love, keep helping people”, while your eyes stay glued to a photo where some tall, dark-skinned dude stands way too close behind her. Or you go the other route: “Who is that guy? Why is he touching you?” and she answers something calm and reasonable, and somehow that hurts more. The story splits like crazy based on this stuff. One path keeps things relatively “pure” for a while, another one throws you face first into cheating, masturbation scenes, and those slow-burn corruption moments where your wife starts describing how “open-minded” the locals are about sex. There’s this late-night chat where she tells you about a woman in the village who uses improvised toys and then casually slips in that she tried it too because “it would be medically irresponsible not to understand,” and the game shows it in full detail. That scene is nasty, but in a good way.

The AI-generated images are properly filthy when they want to be. Sometimes they look almost like real photos, sometimes a hand looks a bit weird, but honestly you stop caring when you’re staring at your wife bent over in a cramped shower stall, water on her skin, some guy’s shadow behind the curtain. Or when your daughter sends you a “joke” pic of herself topless from the back, mirror catching way more than she probably intended. The game loves these half-innocent, half-fucked-up moments where you can choose if you are the decent father who pretends not to notice, or the guy who zooms in, saves the pic, and then later jerks off to it in the dark while she’s out there in a hut with no electricity. The masturbation scenes of the MC are actually some of the best-written parts, which sounds dumb, but it fits: he’s stuck, horny, powerless, and the only thing he can really do is spy on his own family and jerk off with way too much guilt. At one point, after a fight, you can decide to blackmail your own wife with her nudes that you secretly recorded from a video call, just to wrestle back some control. It’s disgusting. I did it on my second run and hated myself. Then did it again with different choices to see how far she goes with the big muscular guy from the clinic, and that route turned into full cuckold territory, interracial gangbang vibes, anal, exhibitionism in the village under the moon, your wife almost parading herself in front of people who pretend it’s just “humans being free”. There’s a scene where she’s lying on her back on this rough table, legs open, some local dude fucking her raw while she’s still technically talking to you on a call, moaning into the cheap headset, half of her words for you, half for him, and you can either encourage her or break down. It’s messy, it’s really not subtle, and that’s kind of why it works. The game constantly asks: are you husband, father, doctor, victim, or pervert? And the problem is, it lets you be all of that at once.

Guy gets dumped by his own dad, basically. Father packs his shit, goes to new family, and you’re stuck with mom and sister, in that house that smells like old memories and drama. Then very fast you’re in the car, boxes in the back, driving to this “new start” that already feels like a porn setup, and of course it is. It starts kind of sad, like a family drama VN on Steam, and then slowly your brain goes, “wait, why is my mom looking that hot in that tight top?” and “why my sis bend over like that, is that really needed?” and from there it just keeps pushing that line. The thing I liked is how normal the early scenes feel: breakfast table, awkward silence, stupid small talk about nothing, phone buzzing with dad sending weird half-guilty messages. And then the camera angle goes lower, suddenly mom’s tits are doing 90% of the emotional acting, and my mouse hand is like, ok, guess we go this way now.

Sex-wise, it hits almost everything people in comments always beg for. Big asses that actually look soft, not like plastic balloons, boobs that bounce when she’s on top, long slow blowjobs with too much spit, the kind where you literally forget what the dialogue was about. The lesbian bits really surprised me, because they’re not just “oh look, two girls tongue each other for the male gaze.” There is this one scene where your sister is trying to “cheer mom up” after a fight on the phone with dad, and it starts innocent, like hugging on the couch, then suddenly there’s a hand under the shirt, nipple tease, and mom is half resisting, half grinding. I had to pause and sit there like, “ok, this is messed up” while still clicking forward like a horny idiot. And later, when the MC walks in at the wrong timing and just stands there, rock hard, they pretend not to see him for a couple seconds too long. That kind of slow, mean tease is all over the game. The adventure part is more like wandering around, checking rooms at slightly wrong times, listening at doors, picking small choices that change if mom ends the night with a glass of wine or with your dick in her mouth. Also there is this one dumb little thing: the footjob UI prompt is super tiny, like this little icon that I keep missing, and every time I want toes around my cock I click the wrong spot and open the phone menu instead. Super annoying. I will still do it again.

When it really heats up, it doesn’t shy away at all. There are proper anal scenes where you actually see her relax, then tense, then start to enjoy it, not just a quick cut and suddenly everything fits. Creampies are sticky and obvious, not “blink and you miss it.” Handjobs are not throwaway either, they go on, with slow stroking, thumb teasing the tip, her talking softly or dirty, depending on who it is. Mom’s scenes have that MILF energy, like she is trying to be strong but her body just loves the attention, especially when you sneak in with toys. There is one masturbation scene where she thinks she is alone, lying on the bed using a vibrator, biting her lip, and she keeps whispering your dad’s name at first, then it slips and she moans yours instead. I swear I had to reread the text, like, did she just do that? And yeah, she did. The group sex stuff appears later, when everybody pretends the “we are still a normal family” game is over. You get tangle of limbs, tongues, hands everywhere, a blowjob while you finger someone else, maybe a sister riding you while mom sits on your face, that kind of full chaos that feels wrong in all the right ways. I kinda wish the dad showed up physically instead of just being a voice on the phone, but at same time, his absence is what makes all this heat up, so whatever. In the end you’re just there, mouse in hand, juggling choices like “be a good son” or “cum inside mom again” while the horizon of “better life” gets very, very wet.

This thing hits you in the face right away. You open it and the game just starts calling you a pathetic virgin like it knows what tabs you had open before. Male protagonist, first year uni in late 90s Wales, stuck in that ugly campus mix of shitty carpet, nicotine stains, and horny brain. Everyone thinks you will die alone, and frankly the game agrees. Then the goth girl walks in like a walking middle finger to your self-esteem. Tall, boots, chains, black lipstick that looks like it tastes of smoke and cheap vodka. She is not your cute “secretly soft” goth. She is full female domination mode. She enjoys humiliating you, and the game really lets her. Public teasing in hallways, denial until you literally beg, exhibitionism moments where she pushes you close to being seen, and then pulls away only to grind on someone actually confident while you watch from the corner. If you hate netorare, this is a hate crime. If you like it, you will have your hand on your phone more than on your textbook.

What caught me off guard is how the corruption is not only sexual but social. The more you let her step on you, the more other people on campus join the act, and the POV stuff gets nasty. You see her big ass riding someone else through a cracked door while you are forced to hold her bag like an idiot. Or she sends you pics of her sucking off a dude from the football team, with your unread essays visible on your desk in the background. There is voyeurism everywhere, even when you are not the viewer. Sometimes you are the thing being watched: being paraded around as the loser virgin toy in a group chat that you are not even allowed to post in. The game even throws a milf teacher at you, but in that mean way, like, you think “finally, someone kind” and suddenly you are watching her get pounded by a classmate while she grades your paper with a red pen and one hand on his abs. The humor is cruel and honestly kind of funny, like that scene where your phone autocorrects “please” to “pee” while you are begging her to let you cum, and she just runs with it in a way I am still slightly disturbed by. There is a whole mobile phone layer built into the game, with apps that feel suspiciously like WhatsApp and Instagram where you keep scrolling old chats trying to find where exactly your dignity died, then getting distracted by AI generated CG of her in a “maybe pregnant, maybe not” ending that hits way harder than it should. I still cannot forgive the tiny thing where notification sounds are slightly off from real apps and my brain kept twitching every single time, but yeah, I kept playing anyway.