Everyone in this twisted fantasy city is absolutely sure they know you already. The guards flinch when they see your face, the shopkeepers grip their charms, even the drunk guy pissing in the alley suddenly sobers up when you walk past. Problem is, you’re not actually the monster they executed some time ago… you just woke up in this body, with a dick, a pussy, and zero clue what the hell is going on. The game doesn’t waste time explaining anything gently. One minute you’re staring at your reflection, realizing you’re this infamous futa war criminal, the next minute a priest is trying to shove you against a wall and “purify” you while you’re half hard from the fear and confusion. It feels dirty in a way that is more psychological than just boobs in your face. People keep calling you by a name that isn’t yours, remembering crimes you didn’t do, and if you answer wrong, you die. So you start faking it. You learn how she used to move, how she talked, what sick shit she did to her victims. And then you get to decide if you copy it… or twist it into something even more fucked up.

This is one of those mobile-friendly, tap-with-one-hand games that pretends to be about “identity” and “redemption,” but let’s not lie, it is absolutely about jerking off to a cursed futa trying not to cum in public. The masturbation scenes are the real highlight. They go hard on the humiliation angle: you lock yourself in some crumbling tower room, your body remembers the old owner’s habits better than you do, and suddenly you’re grinding the rough stone edge of a window, cock leaking, clit throbbing, trying not to moan because there’s a patrol down below that would lose their shit if they heard the “dead witch” moaning again. The way the 3CDG-style scenes click through is oddly addicting: choose to edge, choose to give in, choose to stare out over the city that hates you while you stroke yourself and try to feel anything like a real person. Sometimes you can’t even tell if you’re masturbating because you want to, or because you’re trying to see what memories your body will spit out when it gets close to orgasm. Also, tiny rant: the text box sometimes covers the good part of the animation and you have to tap it away over and over, and I kept mis-tapping and skipping lines, which made me want to throw my phone, but yeah, I kept going anyway because the next scene had a virgin knight shaking while you force him to watch you slowly bring yourself off, explaining to him in detail exactly what “the monster” does to people who lie.

What I like is how horny and mean it gets without acting like it’s some big epic masterpiece. It’s messy. Sometimes a line sounds like it came from Google Translate, sometimes the pacing jumps from dark interrogation to “oops, time for a bath masturbation break” in two clicks. Weirdly, that made it feel more honest to me, like the dev was just throwing every dirty idea they had straight into the story and letting it clash. There’s this one early bit where a young priestess corners you in a temple archive, calling you a demon, clearly terrified, and you can just… sniff her hair and jerk yourself off with her rosary while she’s trapped under your weight, not even touching her directly, just using her fear and the holy beads to make yourself cum on the floor. That scene stuck with me longer than the more standard stuff, because it sells the main fantasy: the whole world is convinced you’re this executed monster, and the easiest way to survive is to start living up to the nightmare, one filthy, cum-soaked choice at a time.

Untamed Lust throws you right into a mess of uniforms, sweat and really bad decisions, and honestly that’s exactly why it works and why it pisses me off at the same time. You’re mostly riding inside Axel’s head, this ego on legs in an army coat, who treats the whole base like his personal porn set. One moment he’s barking orders at soldiers, next second he’s got a nurse pinned against a desk, pants halfway down, giving her this rough handjob while she tries not to moan too loud because people are literally walking past the door. The game loves that kind of “we might get caught” tension. Blowjobs in an office with blinds half open, anal in a supply tent while some idiot soldier is yelling outside, a quick wet jerk under the table during some fake serious briefing. The sex is not gentle at all, it’s power play, ego, cheating, messy lipstick, cum on stockings, that whole vibe. And when it slows down for masturbation scenes, it’s still not really romantic, more like “I’m horny, I have five minutes and a locked door, let’s go.” Weirdly hot. Also weirdly awful. Depends on your mood.

Then the whole thing shifts into the forest stuff and it feels like some horny survival horror that forgot the horror. Axel ends up hiding out in this wild forest after shit hits the fan, and here come Isabella, Cody, Valerie and Tobey like the dumbest camping crew ever. Isabella is this gorgeous dancer with a spine of steel who is absolutely done with her soft, useless boyfriend but still stuck with him, and the story keeps rubbing that in your face. One scene she’s quietly touching herself in a tent, trying not to wake Cody, thinking about someone else’s hands and mouth, and you just know that relationship is on life support. Valerie feels like the friend who says she’s “just here for the hike” but her eyes say “I will absolutely suck someone off by the campfire if things get spicy enough.” Tobey is written as this effeminate queer guy who ends up in situations where the camera lingers a bit too long on his lips, his ass, etc, and you start side‑eyeing the screen thinking, yeah, there’s going to be some LGBTQ stuff here for sure, and not just as background decoration.

The game sells itself on “your choices matter” but sometimes it’s more like your choices matter until the script wants a certain blowjob or anal scene, and then suddenly every path seems to bend toward that anyway. One branch has Axel basically turning a “friendly talk” by the river into a slow, dominating blowjob scene where he just pushes the head down a bit deeper every time, water splashing, birds chirping, like nature is just quietly watching this man prove he’s the alpha. In another route, you get this angry, cheating-driven vaginal fuck where Isabella finally snaps, rides the wrong guy like she’s trying to erase Cody from her body, legs wrapped tight, nails on his chest, and it’s hot as hell and also kind of depressing if you think for more than two seconds. And don’t expect the game to be shy with anal. There’s at least one scene where the build‑up is all about “you can say no” but the camera and the dialogue are very obviously waiting for you to say yes so he can push in slow, hear that sharp inhale, and then pound hard while one hand covers the mouth and the other digs into the hip. Oral, handjobs, masturbation, straight stuff, queer stuff, cheating everywhere, all wrapped into this weird mix of power fantasy and “these people are emotionally ruined but sure, let’s fuck in the forest again.” It’s horny, messy, kind of trashy, and if you’re into that, yeah, it hits. Even when it really shouldn’t.

The world in this game already went to shit before you even get to unzip anything. Cities are broken, rules are gone, and Matt, this young soldier with more trauma than sleep, crawls back home trying to figure out what the hell is left to care about. It is not a heroic return, it feels more like he just respawned in a bugged map. You slide into his skin and into his mess, and every choice you click is basically: "Do I try to be a decent human, or do I follow my dick and hope the universe doesn’t punish me too hard?" Of course, the universe absolutely punishes you. Or rewards you. Depends how much you like watching your supposed love interest get railed by someone who is not you, sometimes not even human in the normal way. There are moments where you’re in some half ruined apartment, your phone in one hand, other hand very busy, watching this big titted relative of yours pretend the world outside doesn’t exist while she grinds against you like tomorrow isn’t a thing, and the game pauses on a decision pop-up that looks like it was coded at 3 coffees too many. One tap and you’re the protective, jealous type. Another tap and suddenly you are opening the door for the monster in the shadows and thinking, "ok, I kinda wanna see how far this goes."

The funny part is how the game doesn’t even pretend to be classy. One scene you’re having this almost sweet talk with someone very close to your bloodline, like real soft, romance-style, she is sitting too close on the couch, shirt a little open, and there is this tiny moment where you think "wow, this is actually emotional." Then camera angle goes lower, her ass fills the screen like it is a weather forecast, and Matt’s brain returns to factory settings. It feels trashy, but also weirdly honest about how horny people are when there are no cops, no laws, just ghosts in the hallway and monsters in the basement. The paranormal stuff sneaks up on you in a good way. One night scene, you are walking down some ruined street, fog all over, and your phone buzzes like it is a Tinder match from hell. There is this creature watching you and the game is like: "kiss the demon or protect your family." Why not both, right? Sometimes the NTR hits hard though. I had one route where I thought I was building a slow burn romance with this thick, shy girl at home, giving her nice answers, defending her when others talk shit, and then out of nowhere I open a door and she is bent over for some thing with claws and a smug face. Game just lets you watch, no skip, like it is proud of itself. Also, side note, the notification sound in the UI is ugly as fuck, I hate it, it’s like an old Nokia tone, and now it’s burned in my brain forever. Anyway, the way the story branches when you lean into corruption or try to hold onto love is messy but in a good porn way, like sex on a couch full of clothes. Not neat, but you still come back to it on your phone, pretending you are just checking Telegram or TikTok while in reality you’re guiding this broken soldier through a world where morals died and tits got bigger. The game keeps asking "who do you want to protect" while it puts everyone you care about in situations where their panties or their sanity, or both, are optional.

It’s ridiculous, really - Fry crash-lands among yellow people and the first thing I notice is how the lighting in Moe’s bar makes everyone look like melted butter. That’s not a complaint, by the way, it’s kinda hot. The game starts off pretending to care about Fry’s “mission” or whatever, but everyone knows it’s about catching those awkward glances through half-open doors. You know that guilty thrill when you’re watching something you shouldn’t but can’t stop anyway? That’s the whole mood. I spent too long peeking at Marge cleaning up with that slow, bored face, and boom - there’s a toy lying around that definitely isn’t for cleaning. Then Homer walks in and I swear he stares at it like it owes him money. Anyway. The humor is nasty in a way I didn’t expect: cheap but confident, like it *knows* you’re gonna laugh right before doing something pervy.

It tricks you with “rpg” talk but it’s less about grinding stats and more about grinding, well, you know. One second I’m fiddling with an inventory full of… creative gadgets, next I’m accidentally triggering a voyeur sequence with Shauna and it’s both funny and embarrassingly detailed. The sort of scene you’d alt-tab from if anyone walked by, but also the one you’d think about while pretending to scroll Instagram later. What gets me is how Fry reacts; he’s equal parts idiot and horny philosopher, muttering about destiny while fumbling with something that buzzes. It’s peak absurdity, but somehow it fits this crossover chaos between Futurama and Springfield.

I keep telling myself the “writing” is what I like - the dumb jokes about quantum teleportation and Meg Griffin’s cameo that somehow spirals into a weird morality lesson (don’t ask what kind) - but nah, I’m lying to myself. It’s messy, dumb, sometimes too self-aware, but I don’t stop playing. The sandbox setup means half the fun is doing things out of order just to watch characters react like they remember last night’s mistakes. Sometimes they even mention you. That’s the part that kinda freaked me out. Maybe that’s the point: voyeurism isn’t about watching - it’s about getting caught.