Stormhill looks fancy at first, all gold roofs and clean streets, but the game makes it feel dirty in a good way pretty fast. You’re the spoiled heir everyone secretly hates, walking through this city like you own every brick, and yeah, you kind of do. But the best parts are when that rich boy attitude crashes right into raw, sweaty street sex. One moment you’re being polite in some high-class hall, the next you’ve got a girl with ridiculous tits bent over a balcony while the whole district is right under you. The camera loves to sit a bit back, like it’s peeking, so half the time you feel like a creep watching your own scenes. There’s this bit early on where you corner a girl who pretends she’s too proud for you, all noble and cold, and then two lines later she has your cock in her mouth, mascara smudging while you hold her head and just use her throat. I thought it would feel generic, but the way she slowly stops pushing your hands away and starts going deeper on her own… yeah, that stuck in my head way too long. I still hate the font they use in the dialogue though. It’s stupidly small on mobile and I keep squinting, then forgetting I was even mad once her ass jiggles again in the next animation.

What really works is how the “gang building” thing is just an excuse to collect a harem that all needs to be put in their place. They say you’re trying to escape your father’s control, but half your choices are about how hard you’re going to control everyone else. There’s this scene in a dusty warehouse where you’re “negotiating” with a rival’s girl. Negotiation ends with her pinned against some crates, panties pushed to the side, and you sliding into her while she’s still trying to talk big. You grab her tits, they’re huge and soft, and you can watch the exact second she breaks, legs wrapping around you while you pound her ass so hard the boxes behind her start shaking. The game lets you choose to finish in her or pull out, but be honest, nobody is pulling out here. The creampie close-ups are stupidly detailed, like the camera gets almost too close, cum leaking back out while she’s still trembling and whispering your name. Later, there’s an alley scene where you’re supposed to just watch two side girls fool around, licking each other and grinding, and I swear I was planning to keep it “romantic”, then the option to join pops up and suddenly you’re shoving your dick into one while the other sits on your face. I think I hated that scene. Yeah. Totally hated it. The anal bits hit harder than I expected too, especially one rooftop moment where you press a girl against the railing, slide into her pussy first, get her all wet and noisy, then slowly push into her ass while she claws at the stone and begs you not to stop. It’s rough, it’s messy, and the game loves to linger on your hands groping every curve like they belong to you already. I opened it “just to test it” on my phone while waiting for a food delivery, and fifteen minutes later I’m hunched over my screen, thumb tapping through dialogue, completely forgetting I even ordered anything. The story tries to play deep with empires and politics and all that, but it honestly works better when it drops the serious act and just lets you be the absolute bastard king of a city full of big tits, big asses, and mouths that keep saying no while their bodies do something very different.

Oracle Inside looks innocent when it loads in the browser. Cute island, simple UI, it almost feels like some chill summer adventure VN you’d open on your phone while waiting in a line. Then the pirate ship hits the rocks and suddenly the whole thing turns horny, messy and weird in a way that actually fits the story instead of just throwing tits at your face for no reason. You’re this young farmer guy who’s never seen much of the world, basically raised on potatoes and chores, and in one night he goes from “dad, I’ll feed the chickens” to “why is this barely dressed stranger talking about oracles and magic and also staring at my crotch like it’s part of the prophecy.” It’s not subtle. The game just leans into that awkward “first time touching real skin that isn’t yours” vibe, with the MC trying to act like a hero while clearly thinking with his dick half the time. The humor hits most of the time too: one scene where he tries to give a very serious speech about destiny while hiding a boner behind a bucket actually made me snort-laugh, even if the animation for that bucket clip is hilariously stiff, like someone coded it in a hurry on the bus.

What I liked as a tech nerd is that it actually runs smooth as hell on mobile. I tested it on a mid-range Android (Pixel 6a) in Chrome and on my old iPad using Safari, and it behaved nicer than a lot of “big budget” porn VNs. No random audio desync. Quick saves don’t freak out. Text transitions are fast, no ghosting between scenes, even when you hammer skip to replay that one blowjob scene with the storm still roaring in the background. Touch zones are big enough that you can play with one hand, which the devs absolutely knew. They tease a lot with angles too: partial nudity, wet clothes plastered to bodies after the storm, those little pauses between lines where the camera stays a bit too long on thighs or cleavage. There’s this moment on the beach where the MC is helping a soaked pirate girl out of the water, and the framing keeps “accidentally” cutting her face so you only see lips and chest and the curve of her ass while she jokes about teaching him “more useful hand skills.” It’s cheap, but it works. I just wish the text auto-advance speed slider actually remembered my setting between sessions, but apparently that’s asking for too much from the gods of horny optimization. The whole “oracle” part brings in some light fantasy flavor, a bit of “is this magic or just bullshit to get him naked faster,” and the AI-like prophetic voice that talks in his head at random times is weirdly hot when it starts commenting on his arousal like some pervy inner narrator. And then suddenly the game throws a quiet romantic campfire scene at you, with soft, clumsy kissing, like it remembered it’s supposed to be about feelings too, not just getting the MC’s farming tool wet. It’s chaotic, unpolished, sometimes cringe, sometimes genuinely sweet, and I kind of loved that it never fully decides if it wants to be a horny comedy, a fantasy romance, or just a porn VN pretending to be deeper than it is.

Michelle lands in New York like she just installed the “hard mode” DLC on her own life. She wants to be a serious journalist, y’know, awards, big stories, all that, and instead she’s stuck juggling rent, horny thoughts in the shower, and a murder case that keeps poking her libido in weird ways. The game throws you right into her routine: checking emails, stalking sources on Instagram, pretending to be professional on the phone while lying on the bed half naked, one hand scrolling, the other wandering down between her thighs because boredom hits and that vibrator in the drawer is just too close. It’s not just random sex scenes pasted on top of a story; her investigation and her kinks kind of leak into each other. She’ll be reading an old case file, see some detail about bondage in a testimony, and then later in her tiny apartment she’s masturbating with that in her head, imagining herself in handcuffs instead of the suspect. Very “brain says work, body says no” energy.

The main hook for me was how the investigative stuff keeps colliding with her own corruption. She starts all moral and straight: “I will find the truth, I’m a serious reporter.” Then Victoria, the hot lawyer everyone thinks might have killed someone, shows up with this calm older woman vibe and very expensive clothes that are tailored way too tight on purpose, you can tell. First time Michelle visits her office, she’s digging for clues, checking documents, pretending to look at degrees on the wall while her eyes drop to Victoria’s legs. You get little choices like if you keep the conversation clean or you “accidentally” flirt just a bit too much to get her to open up. You can play Michelle as kind of naive girl who gets overwhelmed and then goes home to finger herself while replaying every touch in her mind, or lean into it and let her decide that fucking her way closer to the truth is basically just another tool. One minute she’s at a crime scene taking notes on her phone, next minute she’s in a dark bar meeting a cop, slowly letting his hand slide up her thigh under the table because she wants his info and also, honestly, she just wants it. The mobile-friendly pacing is funny: you can be on the bus, do a quick dialog branch, end up making Michelle tease herself in the bathroom mirror before an interview, finish, lock your screen, and she’s still panting in your head.

What I really like is how the city itself feels horny even when nothing explicit happens. Walking back to her apartment after a long day of interviews, she’ll notice a couple making out in an alley, or see a girl in a short skirt hail a cab, and her thoughts drift again. The corruption is not like instant “now she’s a slut”, it’s more like each scene pushes her boundary a bit. First she only masturbates alone in bed with her fingers. Later she’s using toys while replaying audio from an interview, getting off to the suspect’s voice. At some point she finds herself recording a source secretly with her phone while also grinding her thighs together because the way he talks about power and control turns her on. There is this one moment I keep thinking about: she’s supposed to be taking pictures of a building connected to the case, nothing sexy at all, but it’s late, she’s alone, and she suddenly decides to slip her hand into her panties right there in the shadow of the doorway, half scared of being seen, half wishing someone would catch her. It’s messy, sometimes a bit clumsy, some dialogs sound like they escaped from Google Translate, but it actually fits her vibe, like she’s still learning who she is while the city and the case slowly drag her deeper into trouble and orgasms.

Jake is that kind of guy you scroll past on Instagram, see the portfolio link, tap it “just to peek”, and then half an hour later you’re imagining how his hands feel when he tilts your chin for a better angle. That’s basically how this game feels. You’re inside his head, this up-and-coming photographer who pretends he’s all about “composition” and “light”, while his brain is absolutely stuck on the way that MILF client bends over the studio couch or how the model’s thighs part a little too slowly when she adjusts her pose. The whole story runs through his phone, like you’re living inside notifications. Chats lighting up, thirsty DMs, half-professional half-flirty messages from models who send “test shots” that are just softcore at first, until they’re not soft at all. One minute you talk about shoot locations and lens choices, next minute she’s asking if you’d keep filming if she took her panties off between takes. And you get to answer. You choose if Jake plays the sweet romantic type who pretends he’s shocked by a creampie joke, or the calm, dominant bastard who texts “Hold that position. Don’t move till I arrive.”

What surprised me is how much the game leans into the slow build. It teases the hell out of you. A model starts in nice, safe lingerie, doing normal fashion poses, but the camera angle keeps dropping, getting closer between her legs, her lips part a bit, her eyes lock on Jake, and you can practically feel the moment she stops “modeling” and starts actually wanting to fuck. You’re right there, POV, like you’re the one kneeling in front of her, adjusting the shot, while thinking only about how it’d look if she rode you on that same stool. There’s a crazy shibari segment too, really detailed, where a “creative concept” shoot turns into ropes sliding over skin, her wrists pulled back, chest pushed out, and you’re deciding how rough the vibe goes in the dialogue. It gets messy, in a good way: the game does not shy away from showing her stretched open, begging, then moaning when you finally finish inside her instead of pulling out like a good boy. It’s not only one girl either, you’ve got that slightly older client with the perfect mature curves, the more mysterious one who hides behind art talk, the one who acts like romance matters but clearly wants you to pin her to the studio wall. All wrapped in this phone-driven, modern life chaos where every unread message could be another chance for sex, another jealous hint, or another model offering you a “private session” with no clothes, no rules, just you, your camera, and how long you can hold back before you blow your load deep inside her while the shot is still recording.