John is one of those guys who lives more in his browser tabs than in his real life. Phone full of gacha trash, folder full of MHA doujins, school life basically on autopilot. The game starts with that vibe so hard it almost hurts, like you can smell his keyboard. Then on a totally normal walk to school, shit goes sideways in a way that feels like one of those fanfics where the author just says "fuck it" and hits the accelerator. There’s an accident, the kind you usually only see in chapter 1 to justify some broken superpower later. John blacks out, meets this weird boy who looks like he walked out of a cursed quirk experiment, and suddenly the whole line between "I’m a loser who watches heroes" and "I might actually be one" gets blurred. Except it’s not about fighting villains. It’s about possessing people and fucking everything that moves in a school that very clearly wants to be U.A. but legally cannot say it too loud. The fun part is how your new power is basically spiritual identity theft. You slip into other bodies, feel their quirks like tight gloves, and then abuse the hell out of them in ways that would get any actual hero thrown in Tartarus for life. First time you possess a girl in class, the camera lingers just enough on her huge tits pressed against the desk that you kinda forget there was supposed to be a "mysterious plot". Then you realize you can walk her straight into a janitor closet, pull her panties aside, and go raw. Creampie inside someone else’s body while still technically being John? It’s fucked up, it’s hot, and the game does not pretend it’s morally deep. It’s just filthy. There’s this one scene where you hijack a monster girl that looks like somebody mashed up Mt. Lady and a slime villain in an AI prompt. You feel her body ripple around a cock in a way that’s clearly not human, like her insides are hugging you on purpose. Anal with her is just ridiculous, the game goes full "physics are optional" and her ass eats the camera. The AI CG helps and also kinda doesn’t, because sometimes a hand has six fingers or the hair melts into the background, but honestly that glitchy energy fits the whole possession theme. Bodies feel borrowed, a bit wrong. You’re not supposed to be there. That actually turned me on more than the polished stuff in other games. Some routes pretend to be romance. You pick softer choices, stay in John’s own body, hang out with a big tittied classmate who clearly has a quirk that is "make the MC horny every time she leans over his desk." There’s a path where you actually try to be decent, worry about consent, walk her home instead of taking the mind-hijack shortcut. And then the next scene lets you jump into her from behind anyway, make her kneel in some dark music room, and swallow you down her throat until she gags. The game has this habit of giving you sweet dialogue and then dunking you right back into filth before it gets too sentimental. It talks about life and death, that early scene with the mysterious boy almost feels like a real afterlife moment, but then you’re back at school, using your "gift" to bend a hot teacher over her desk and fuck her so hard her quirk sparks around the edges of the frame. The multiple endings stuff sneaks up on you too. You think "ok, this is just porn with a possession gimmick", then suddenly a choice you made three scenes ago decides if you end up basically a ghost forever, stuck riding other bodies and never being touched as yourself, or if you manage this weird twisted romance where someone falls in love with John knowing exactly what he is. Some endings are pure corruption, like you go full monster, use your powers nonstop, and the last CG is you blowing a load deep inside a girl while her eyes glow with your presence. Another one is more "heroic", and by heroic I mean you only fuck a handful of people and actually say sorry once. Vaginal, oral, anal, all on the menu. Big asses bouncing on your cock, cum dripping down thighs, messy creampies that keep showing up in later scenes if you messed someone up earlier. The game remembers your sins when it wants to. Then it forgets them if a scene needs you to be "pure" for a romance beat, which is kinda funny. It feels like reading a horny fan comic where the artist keeps changing their mind about tone, but the core is always the same: lonely guy, new power, school full of hot girls, and a world that looks a lot like My Hero Academia if the author fully embraced the fact that everyone already imagines half these heroines getting railed.

First thing that hits you with this one is how stupidly on-the-nose the Halloween vibe is, in a good way and also in a kind of trashy way that fits porn games way too well. It’s all haunted corridors, weird slime stains on walls, pumpkins watching you like they know you’re about to jerk off, the usual. The whole thing sits in that Avatar / Legend of Korra parody pocket, but instead of doing the grand “save the world” thing, it’s more like “try not to die while your dick is out.” You play as a guy dumped into this paranormal mess where spirits and monsters want your body in every possible sense. One second a ghost milf is literally trying to suck your soul out through your cock, next second there’s blood on the floor and a jumpscare that almost makes you close your browser out of reflex. Almost. It keeps that goofy humor tone from the FET universe, like characters crack dumb lines right before doing something completely vile, and it somehow works. You laugh, then there’s a futa spirit pinning you against a wall and using you like a toy, and the joke just feels like part of the abuse. In a fun way. Kind of.

The animated scenes carry the whole thing. They aren’t “perfect”, some loops look a bit rough or stiff, but that’s also why they feel dirtier. Korra riding you with her tits bouncing slightly off-sync, a monster cock sliding into her while she’s still pretending to be in control, the slow push into a wet pussy while a shadow hand covers her mouth and she tries not to moan too loud. There’s a sleep sex scene that’s way more messed up than it pretends to be: you waking up halfway through, not sure if it’s a dream or a ghost literally using your body. No fade-to-black, just full-on grinding, cum, and her whispering some creepy loving shit in your ear. The violence is graphic enough that you wince once or twice, like when a paranormal thing claws your back open during doggy and it’s played as joke and horror at the same time. Game lets you masturbate in one corner scene while some possessed milf watches from the mirror, and that stupid little detail stayed in my head longer than the “big” story beats. Oral scenes are all over the place, messy, spit dripping, sometimes a bit cartoonish, which somehow fits the parody. Vaginal stuff gets most of the focus, especially with Korra, and it’s very “fan brain candy”: positions you know people have been drawing for years, now in motion, plus the occasional futanari twist where suddenly she’s the one doing the penetrating and you just have to accept it because of “spooky magic.” The horror is never serious enough to kill the mood, but it’s never fully background either, so you’re jerking it while also waiting for something awful to pop up. In a way, that tension is the real fetish here.

You wake up in this weird in‑between place that feels like someone smashed a porn studio, a nerd convention and a haunted house together and forgot to clean up the lore. Nobody is surprised you just popped in from some random reality. They’re more interested in your dick, your schedule, and whether you sign the consent forms. It’s all very casual. People wander around half-dressed, fully naked, or in outfits that probably break like three different labor laws, but everyone treats it like just another workday. You’re the new guy with way too much freedom and way too little supervision, which is exactly how the game likes it.

The whole thing plays like a lazy day on your phone when you should be answering emails but instead you’re switching between Pornhub, F95, and Telegram. One minute you’re flirting with a stacked milf who has that “I’ve ruined men before” vibe, next minute you accidentally wander into a horror-themed set where a monster girl is chained up for a scene and asks if you want to “rehearse” the tentacle bit. There’s this nice rhythm where you can just walk around, peek into rooms, catch people mid-blowjob or bent over a couch, and decide if you want to join, watch from the dark corner, or act like a professional and go buy coffee. Nobody forces you into anything, which is honestly kinda hot when some cocky actress rolls her eyes and goes “Then don’t, I’ve got five more guys on call.” The power fantasy is there, but it doesn’t hold your hand. You pick who you chase, who you ignore, who you keep as that one late-night regular you always come back to for a quick creampie before touching anything else.

What sells it for me is how filthy it goes without pretending to be classy. You’ve got big tits stuffed into outfits three sizes too small, big asses that just beg for a hard slap, anal scenes that start with teasing and end with “okay, that looked like it hurt but she’s smiling so fine.” There’s straight stuff, lesbian scenes where two girls forget the camera and just devour each other, some surprisingly tender gay content that makes the male MC feel more like a real perv than a porn robot, and then those group things where everyone is on everyone and you basically give up trying to label what’s happening and just enjoy the mess. The voyeur side is strong too; half of my early game was just me peeking through windows or pretending to look for props while people got railed in the background. There’s this old gilf studio manager who flirts so aggressively you kind of hope she finally drags you into her office and “negotiates your contract” on her desk, but she keeps getting interrupted by some stupid production issue and it drove me insane. And then you forget because a monster girl with horns and drool on her chin asks if you wanna try something “unsafe for YouTube but perfect for here,” and suddenly you’re on your knees, nobody’s talking about contracts anymore, and your only real problem is deciding which of these insane people you’re going to keep in your personal little harem ending once you’ve seen enough to know exactly how wrong this place can get in the best possible way.

Esterium feels like somebody’s horny D&D notebook that accidentally grew into a browser game, and I kind of love that it’s still rough around the edges. You get tossed into this messy fantasy world with a body you pick yourself: big-dicked futa amazon, soft trans mage, stacked barbarian girl with tits that look like they’d knock her off balance, or just some unlucky dude who wandered way too far from home. It starts simple, mostly text and some 3D-ish character shots, but the way the game talks to you has this awkward charm. One moment you’re reading about rusty swords and trading junk, next moment the description suddenly spends three lines on how your cock twitches under your armor, or how your nipples brush the inside of your leather top when you climb over a ruined wall. It’s a bit inconsistent, but in a kind of “oh, a real person is writing this while horny and tired” way that feels weirdly honest.

There was this moment where my futa barbarian was barely strong enough to leave the starting area. I thought, fine, gonna grind skeletons like usual. Instead of a big hype combat, the game just quietly lets you bonk a skeleton to pieces with a rusty axe and then spends more time describing the sweat on your abs than the actual fight. I was like, ok priorities understood. Then later I rerolled as a female mage, wandered in the wrong direction, and ended up in a forest that felt way too empty. Just birds, vague paths, some herbs, nobody to fuck, no monster girl jumping out of the bushes. I actually got annoyed, left the tab open, went to scroll Twitter on my phone, came back, and only then noticed I had missed a clickable option in the text. Suddenly, bam, you meet this monster girl with claws and soft curves, and the game flips from “standard fantasy exploration” to “she pins you to a tree and smells your fear before deciding she’d rather smell your arousal instead.” There is no smooth transition. It’s like the writer forgot they were making an RPG and remembered “oh right, porn” halfway through the paragraph.

The sex so far is short, but it hits specific buttons. There’s this focus on size, on how heavy your tits feel when you run, how your cock strains against your gear when a merchant leans over the counter and you get a hint of cleavage. It’s not super poetic, more like horny forum roleplay with slightly better grammar. Sometimes the pacing is just weird: a whole careful explanation of basic trading, then suddenly one sentence like “her tongue traces the vein along your shaft” and you’re like, wait, we’re doing this now? I like that you can be any of the three main body flavors and the world mostly reacts to your genitals instead of treating it like a big identity lecture. You’re a futa or trans type? Cool, here’s how your underwear feels when you walk, here’s how monsters grab you by the hips and test your “endurance” in a way that has nothing to do with hitpoints. I wish the combat and leveling were less prototype and more “I’m scared to fight that demon because she might absolutely break my back in the fun way”, but also, if they ever polish it too much, it might lose that sleepy, horny energy it has right now. It’s like catching a kink game at that stage where it’s still shy and a bit clumsy, but you can already see it wants to drag you into a dark alley and see how much your character can take before their legs stop working.