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Anno is that kind of nerd wizard who looks like he should be staying in the tower reading scrolls, but instead he keeps tripping into the filthiest situations possible and somehow it feels… believable? You start like a proper fantasy court mage, serious prophecy, city to protect, all that epic stuff, and five minutes later you are making really bad choices in a dungeon because a monster girl with ridiculous tits is promising “just a tiny reward” if you let her sit on your face. The tone is funny in a stupid way, like horny DnD group that lost control of the session, but it still plays like a normal turn based RPG, not some click-on-the-flashlight porn thing. You’re checking stats and gear and then, oops, your “strategy” ends with you pinned to the wall getting used like a toy while she laughs at you. High culture.

The corruption feeling is good, because at the beginning Anno is more like “I must study this creature for magical research” and by the time you grind a bit, he is basically a walking hard-on with a spellbook. The game is really into humiliating him in that fun way where he technically wins the fight, but the “reward” scene still has him on his knees, getting jerked off or sucked dry while he moans like some brainwashed virgin who never saw tits before. Which is funny because half of the girls are total MILF energy with huge asses that bounce way more than gravity should allow. There is a lot of oral, a lot of grabbing his crotch in dialogue, some group scenes where he is just drowning in slime and semen and tentacles and you just watch the animation and think, ok, that’s too much, play it again. There is mind control too, that “oops your resistance failed, now you’re her obedient little slave” vibe, and it really goes in on that ahegao, drooling, eyes-rolled-back thing when he gets stuffed from more than one side. Sometimes combat feels like foreplay that lasts too long, I wanted the scene already, but then one enemy suddenly wiped me because I was horny and didn’t heal and I got actually mad at myself, like, bro, at least drink a potion before you go chase the next creampie CG.

I like how the dungeon itself works almost like a horny safari. You just wander around, poke suspicious walls, and the game goes “nice trap, now three monster girls want to share you” and suddenly you’re in animated group sex with cum flying everywhere. There’s this one moment where a cute “innocent” girl wants to “study human anatomy” and ends up straddling him and grinding until she gets him to cum inside, then makes some casual pregnancy comment like it’s no big deal, and the scene just keeps looping with her riding and his face completely gone, and that stuck with me more than the bigger, flashier scenes. I wish outfits changed more, like, as a cosplayer I am crying a bit, because some of these designs are perfect to build in real life and then the game keeps one angle only and my brain is screaming “turn around, I need to see the back straps.” The humor is stupid in a good way, but sometimes it leans a little too meme-y for me, and then the next scene is just raw, messy bukkake on a monster girl who looks way too proud to be painted white. The sandbox feeling is nice, you wander, poke, get groped, accidentally trigger handjobs in places that should be safe, like it’s casual sexual harassment world and the MC is the only one who thinks it’s weird. And then at some point you stop thinking it’s weird too. Not sure that’s a good thing. Or maybe it is. I’m still “testing.”

UNDAWN: Shackles Of Eternity feels like somebody mashed a grimdark VN, horny gothic Instagram, and a futa porn doujin together, then actually bothered to give the porn a brain. You play as Rhiannon, who looks like the kind of cold, perfect priestess you’d see on a cathedral mural, except she has a cock and way more emotional damage. The world around her is just ruined faith and half-dead gods, with churches that feel more like brothels for the desperate. Every “holy” symbol looks kinda dirty. You’re basically walking through a graveyard of old beliefs, deciding who to fuck and who to sacrifice, while the game keeps asking you quietly, “You sure about that?” and then shows the consequences in bed later. It’s not a power fantasy where you’re some shining savior. Rhiannon feels like a loaded gun that learned how to think. You get romance, sure, but it’s romance that comes with knives hidden under dresses and tongues in places that definitely aren’t holy.

Sex-wise, the game goes pretty hard on futa on female and actually uses the magic shit for more than particle effects. You’re not just clicking through generic “she sucks you off” lines. You get weird little moments like Rhiannon using a whispering spell to make a nun feel every word along her spine, the text describing this chill that rolls down to her ass while you’re already elbow-deep in groping and fingering. First time you push a cute monster girl up against a cracked stained-glass window and her tail wraps around Rhiannon’s thigh while you rail her from behind, it feels personal in a fucked up way. There’s anal and creampies that don’t feel like checkbox porn tags, more like “oh, you chose to promise her safety and instead you’re filling her ass in a back alley behind a dead chapel, good job.” The harem angle is there but messy, poly in the sense that everyone has teeth. The girls fall for Rhiannon and for each other too, so you end up in these lesbian side scenes where Rhiannon watches them eat each other out, only to join, dick out, and turn the whole thing into a pile of limbs, tongues, and cum. Sometimes it’s tender, slow oral with a shy femboy who looks like he stepped out of a BL mobile game. Sometimes it’s Rhiannon pinning a proud knightess to the altar and pounding her until her prayers turn into begging. The mystery stuff wraps around the porn like a noose. You keep thinking you’re choosing who you love and who you fuck, then slowly realize you’re also choosing who loses their soul piece by piece. And the game doesn’t scream this at you. It just shows you the aftermath in the next “romantic” scene, like a girl who used to be all fire letting you slide into her raw and quiet, because she’s finally broken in exactly the way you helped shape.

In this twisted realm, the cardinal rule is that temptation thrives where darkness dwells. Imagine a fearless woman navigating eerie forests, her every step stirring forbidden cravings. Her lips meet those of a relentless monster, oral exchanges charged with electric hunger. Dominant male figures claim her with unyielding force, their grasp fueling her wildest fantasies. Each intimate moment is drenched in urgency, ending with explosive creampie scenes that satisfy carnal hunger. These moments matter because they immerse you fully into a sci-fi horror fantasy where danger and seduction intertwine. Delving into this erotic horror adventure invites you to lose yourself in a world where pleasure and peril coexist seamlessly. Ultimately, the game rewards boldness and curiosity, transforming fear into thrilling satisfaction.

Champion of I: Luxuria feels like someone mashed together a horny tabletop campaign, a twisted VN, and one of those old browser RPGs you secretly played in the school computer lab, then sprinkled futa demon dick on top just to see who flinches first. You play a male Guardian tossed into this trial continent thing, Eden, where every second NPC is either trying to kill you, fuck you, convert you to their weird cult, or some chaotic mix of all three. It’s fantasy, but not the comfy kind. More like “congrats, you survived the ambush, here’s a monster girl who wants to drain you dry through your cock” kind. And the game just looks at you like, well, what do you do now, genius. The whole thing runs as a sort of point and click story flow with turn based combat stapled into it, where you’re juggling stats, conditions and relationships while also trying to remember which character you promised anal to. Scenes swing pretty fast from tense combat to filthy sex, and sometimes both bleed into each other in this way that feels kinda wrong and kinda perfect for this setting.

The sex itself is not subtle at all. You get vaginal, oral, anal, futa on male, monster girls who are way too into your suffering, weird swinging situations where your supposed harem members are trading fluids like it’s a Discord server gone wild. There’s this one moment early where you “save” a monster girl and the game quietly checks if you’re the kind of degenerate who offers your ass as a thank you or if you play the noble hero and just, you know, fuck her normally. Later on, I ran into a futa priestess who basically turned a victory scene into a full on worship session around my cock, and the game let me either lean into the goddess of lust vibe or resist it and feel like an absolute idiot. The writing is talky, sometimes too dramatic, then suddenly drops a line that sounds like it was written by a horny shitposter on Reddit. I kinda love that, but also sometimes it reads like the dev wrote it at 3% brain battery while scrolling Twitter on another monitor. The combat is fine, sometimes actually brutal, with status effects that stick around and make the next sex scene hit different because your guy is exhausted, cursed, or literally marked by some chaos thing. There is a sandbox feel, lots of routes, lots of choices that don’t hold your hand, and yeah, you can absolutely screw yourself out of content by choosing badly without the game apologizing. It’s messy, thirsty, dark as hell, but in that way where you keep telling yourself “one more scene” while Discord pings stack up and you ignore them.

You’re this so-called genius cultivator student who absolutely did not ask to be dropped in the middle of a collapsing multiverse, but here you are, with way too much power, a dick that gets you in trouble, and a mentor who looks like he could punch a planet in half and then go back to meditating. The whole thing feels like someone smashed together a Wuxia power fantasy, cyberpunk neon porn, and those old-school space harems where every woman is absurdly hot and also probably able to crush you with one thigh. Which, by the way, happens at one point, and it’s animated enough that you kinda feel it in your ribs. You’re chasing your lost heritage, talking about Dao and cultivation realms, but every “breakthrough” ends up with you buried in some monster girl’s tits or pinned against a glass wall by a smug cyber-elf with glowing tattoos and a strap-on that hums like a starship engine.

The game swings really fast between serious “save the universe” stakes and “ok, now watch this tiger-eared general with a huge ass ride your virgin protagonist until he can’t breathe.” There’s this early scene where your battle group of women, all completely different flavors of dangerous, argue about tactics. It starts like classic sci-fi war room talk, then one of the twins just casually drops “We should test his endurance again, he almost fainted during the triple-oral training,” and nobody blinks. You end up on your knees in some high-tech cultivation chamber, three girls using you like a living toy while their auras clash and glow all around you, neon lines tracing over their skin, tails swishing, cybernetic implants pulsing, and they complain about your technique like it’s just drilling homework on Discord. The MC is technically this unstoppable prodigy, but half the time he’s getting blindfolded, tied up with glowing restraints that react to his spiritual energy, and used as a focus tool while the girls fight off monsters in the next room, dripping back into the scene covered in ichor and sweat and then grinding on his face like it’s part of the ritual.

Sex scenes feel less like “reward for quest” and more like a twisted part of the cultivation path. Need to unlock a new superpower? Fine, time for a group session with the twins and the stoic swordswoman where they edge you with toys that look like ancient artifacts, talk about meridians and energy flow while you’re balls deep in a fox-girl who purrs and claws the floor, then they time your orgasm to a cosmic event outside the window. There’s a cyberpunk city arc where you chase a lead on the Cursed God, and instead of subtle detective work, you end up in an underground BDSM club run by a furry empress in a latex qipao who uses your cock as “payment” for information, testing you with shock-collars and breathplay while rain hits the neon glass. One moment you’re trading philosophical bullshit on destiny, the next you’re getting deepthroated by a monster girl with bioluminescent tongue rings who swallows you to the base and then opens a portal with her free hand like it’s nothing. It’s messy, it’s horny, it’s obsessed with big tits, big asses, swallowing, creampies that actually matter for the plot, and that weird tension where your “battle group” is supposed to protect the universe but keeps ending up covered in your cum, arguing over who gets to be your main wife while a god eats galaxies in the background.

Beneath the relentless downpour, a lone vigilante stands panting on the edge of a towering skysc***, his usually steely gaze clouded with newfound vulnerability. His gloved hands tremble slightly, betraying a deep internal struggle ignited by an experimental serum that has shattered his stoic resolve.

In the tangled web of alleyways and rooftops, alluring shapes weave between darkness and light, their intentions as mysterious as their enticing forms. The air crackles with anticipation as a sultry figure with emerald eyes and a wicked grin closes in, her presence igniting a primal fire within the conflicted hero.

Within a hidden chamber bathed in pulsating red light, powerful women with curves that defy reason encircle him, their intentions clear and unrelenting. Fingers trace tantalizing paths over ample curves, igniting flames of lust that threaten to consume every last shred of self-control the hero possesses.

The story weaves together elements of danger, seduction, and supernatural intrigue, plunging players into a world where every choice can ignite a fiery encounter. Through beautifully rendered 3DCG and AI-enhanced artwork, the game delivers an immersive adult adventure filled with teasing, dominance, and passionate release.

Three minutes in and you already know this thing is not trying to be “sexy comfort food”. It feels more like someone smashed a horny visual novel into a moody dark fantasy RPG and then said, yeah, let the angels cum and cry at the same time. The setup is weird in a good way: you are this male celestial warrior who screwed up his place in the heavenly order and now walks around in mortal skin, stuck between factions who all lied to you at some point. Every choice you make pulls you deeper into this mess of vampires, demons and those three strange kids who clearly are not just “kids”. You look at them and you feel this heavy, wrong power humming under the skin, like something old trying to wake up and fuck the world over. Then the game looks you in the eye and asks: you gonna protect them, use them or break them a little at a time?

What really hits different is how scenes shift between points of view without warning. One moment you are the exiled angel, trying to keep your halo from rusting while a demoness grinds on your lap and whispers about “freedom” in your ear. Next moment you are that same demon, watching him from the corner, judging him, wanting him, wanting to corrupt those kids he cares about just to see his face when they fall. The multi‑POV stuff is messy but in a way that feels like an actual adult brain, full of lust and guilt and bad ideas. You get voyeur scenes where your character is literally watching through a mirror while a vampire feeds and fucks in the same motion, blood mixing with spit, and you have dialog options like “walk away” or “stay and let it change you”. Not a hint, not a fade to black, the game just lingers on it. Then later that same vampire might kneel in front of you, red eyes soft, asking for forgiveness while you decide if you give mercy, a hard dick or both. It pretends to care about morality but honestly it cares more about what breaks you first: your ideals or your underwear.

The corruption angle is where it goes nuts. You feel your angelic side rotting, bit by bit. You flirt with demons, you taste vampire blood from a lover’s tongue, you let an inhuman girl ride you while her wings sc*** the wall and her fingers dig into your chest like she wants to pull out that holy heart. And the story actually remembers. Some routes will twist the kids into little monsters, half angel half demon, staring at you with eyes that know too much, asking you why you touched them the way you did, why you taught them freedom means ignoring every rule heaven ever spat at you. Other times you can keep them “pure”, which honestly feels more fucked up, because the world around them is drowning in lust, and the game keeps throwing you scenes where you sneak away to fuck a demon in an alley while they sleep in the next room. The mood stays dark, like corrupted church art, but it still gets shamelessly horny. You are in a ruined chapel, candles, old symbols, your back slammed against the altar while a fallen angel wraps her thighs around your waist, halo cracked and hanging in her hair. She tells you she was made to serve the divine, then begs you to fill her with anything but holy light. Somewhere outside, monsters scream, realms tremble, fate hangs in the balance or whatever, and you just keep going, because right there, body on body, is the only kind of “free will” that actually feels real.