Game drops you in the shoes of this worn out crypto trader guy who honestly feels a bit like that dude who kept refreshing Binance while watching his life burn. You’re not some jacked hentai protagonist, just a dude who peaked during the meme coin bull run and then everything went to shit. Then Megan shows up, small-time actress, broke, stressed, but still trying to smile like she’s in some cheap Netflix drama that got cancelled mid-season. It sounds cheesy, but the game kind of leans into that and then spits on it, in a good way. One moment you’re talking about rent and auditions and gas fees, next moment she’s in your lap teasing you through your pants, acting like it’s nothing, and your brain goes completely blank. The wild part is how normal it feels before it gets dirty. Like, she’s scrolling TikTok on your phone, roasting your playlist, and then casually asks if you’re “always this hard when helping a girl with her portfolio” while her hand is already inside your boxers. That switch from “aw, she’s struggling actress” to “oh, she’s got your cock in her hand” is stupidly good.

The erotic stuff itself hits that mix of soft and filthy that most games completely fuck up. At first there is all this slow burn teasing. Megan wearing this oversized shirt, no pants, walking around your place like she owns it, brushing her tits against your arm “by accident”, stretching on the couch so her ass cheeks basically eat the panties. Then when things start, they really start. Handjobs with her watching your face more than your dick, little thumb strokes that make it feel personal, not like porn autopilot. Titfucks where her boobs are big, heavy, actually moving, not those stiff balloon things. Footjob scenes that are way more intimate than they should be, like she traps you with her heels on your chest, grinning, toes wrapped around the tip while she asks you why you’re breathing so hard. And yeah, normal stuff too: oral where she slobbers and gags, deep kisses that feel almost too romantic for a game with creampies and anal, her riding you with that “I pretend this is just to blow off stress” face while clearly catching feelings. Sometimes it even gets messy, like group scenes where you suddenly realize you might not be the only guy in her life, and that slightly ugly, jealous knot in your stomach makes the orgasm hit harder. There are routes where she chooses you, routes where she kind of doesn’t, endings where you’re filling her up like she’s your whole world, and others where you’re left wondering if you were just a step on her way up. It’s weirdly honest about romance and cheating and how sex can be both healing and fucked up. Porn game, yes. But also that thing where, after finishing inside her for the third time in one night, you catch yourself staring at her asleep on your chest and thinking, “Yeah, this is going to end badly,” and still not wanting it to stop.

Star Periphery feels like someone smashed a lewd dating sim into a busted space freighter and just left the whole mess running. You’re this skinny space nobody with more hormones than sense, tossed into a universe where every second woman has a thick cock, big tits, a mean streak, or all three, and half the time you’re just trying not to stare while your eyes are glued to their asses anyway. It starts pretty simple, wandering around this rusty station full of flickering neon and suspicious stains, but it sneaks up on you. One moment you’re just checking a cargo manifest, next moment a smug futa customs officer has you pressed to a wall, one gloved hand casually groping your ass while she pretends to be “searching for contraband.” That scene sold me, honestly. The way she keeps her voice calm and bored while you’re clearly leaking through your panties, teasing you with slow strokes over the fabric, then just walks away like nothing happened. Loved it. Actually I hated it because I had to reload after choosing the coward dialog and missing half the scene, but that’s another thing.

The voyeur stuff is weirdly strong here. There’s this bit where you end up stuck in a crappy hostel pod, thin bulkhead, cheap audio insulation, and you can hear a monster girl mechanic in the next room railing some poor femboy trainee. You only see flashes through a broken panel and some flickering HUD readout, but you hear everything. Wet slaps, his breathy little whines, her low voice telling him to “push back more, toy” while she spanks his ass red. No explicit camera angle, no heroic close-up of internal cumshots, just your imagination and some nasty audio. It feels more filthy than most straight up porn scenes. Then later the game turns around and throws full-on internal views at you, showing a massive futa shaft stretching your virgin ass open while some clinical scanner overlays data on muscle tension and depth. It’s kind of hot, kind of medical, kind of fucked. In a good way. Maybe. I’m still not sure. Anyway, the point is, it does both subtle and really not subtle, and sometimes in the same arc, which is confusing and nice.

What I liked most is how the romance sneaks into all the filth. There’s this MILF captain, big ass, heavy tits, looks like she bench presses starship engines for fun. At first she treats you like a disposable cabin boy, orders you to your knees for a “stress relief” handjob after a bad run, uses your mouth while checking navigation on her tablet like you’re just another system. The first time she titfucks you, she doesn’t even look down, just talks about fuel prices while your cock is sliding between her slick cleavage and you try not to cum too fast or she’ll mock you. Then hours later she quietly asks if you want to sleep in her bunk instead of the cold cargo bay, spoons you from behind, hard cock pressed between your cheeks, no sex at all, just this heavy warmth and her arm over your waist. It feels almost wholesome, then she wakes you up in the morning by grinding against your ass and whispering “open up for your captain” and you remember this is still a dirty game about turning a shy guy into a proper slutty trap. Or not, depending on choices. Sometimes you can dodge the sissification paths completely and stay a more standard sub guy, and sometimes you walk straight into a shop that sells sex toys and walk out in a thong, collar, stockings and a remote vibrator inside you because a smug futa tech-girl convinced you it improves your “crew performance.” I swear I was trying to play it cool and avoid that content, then I clicked one flirt option in a bar and suddenly I’m kneeling while she adjusts my stockings and spanks me for fidgeting. It’s messy, half-polite, half-degrading, and I kept clicking anyway.

Michelle looks like the girl in your office who always leaves at exactly 5, hair perfect, life probably on rails. Except here she is in sweaty, neon Hong Kong streets in 1986, slowly losing her grip on that “good daughter, good employee” mask because one tiny, stubborn, chain-smoking woman named Sam keeps flirting with her in ways that are way too gentle to ignore and way too dirty to be innocent. The game starts pretty tame, all long bus rides, quiet apartment scenes, small talk about movies and clothes, but the whole time the camera lingers on thighs under skirts, fingers brushing on handrails, the little hesitation when Michelle looks at Sam’s mouth while they share a drink. It’s a slow, frustrating kind of heat, like when you’re stuck on Zoom meetings and sexting on Telegram on the side, except here it’s cassette tapes and payphones and cramped bedrooms with thin walls and parents one room away. The erotic stuff doesn’t explode in your face with instant porn. It creeps in. One kiss in a dark cinema where Michelle is stiff at first, almost scared, then you see her lips part, her hands tremble, and you can almost hear her swallow before she gives in and pulls Sam closer. Tongues, teeth, that wet sound, and she keeps her eyes half open like she still cannot believe she is letting another woman taste her like that.

When it finally goes past kissing, it hits like someone yanked the curtain down. You get these long, quiet scenes on a bed where the sheets are a bit messy, clothes half off, bras sliding down arms, Michelle trying to cover herself at first and Sam just laughing low and kissing every bit she tries to hide. There is a moment where Sam goes down on her, and it’s not some porn-speed blowjob logic. It is slow and almost awkward, Michelle gripping the bedsheet because she does not even have the words in her own language for what is happening between her legs. The text describes every tiny reaction, how her thighs twitch, how she tries to keep her voice down because her mother could walk past the door, how her hips start grinding against Sam’s mouth anyway, shame turning into this fucked up relief. You can tell the writers actually understand how it feels when you are eating pussy like you care about the person, not like you are checking off positions. There are pauses, deep breaths, a little laugh from Sam when Michelle whimpers a bit too loudly, and then she doubles down, tongue and lips and fingers working together until Michelle is shaking so hard she almost pushes her away. That first orgasm is not “perfect”, it feels real, messy, emotional, like she just broke some rule she has been obeying her whole life.

Under all that sex there is this heavy layer of family and culture pressure that honestly turned me on more than I expected, because the guilt makes everything spicier and more fucked up. Michelle sneaks back home smelling like cigarettes and someone else’s perfume, lies to her mother at the dinner table while still feeling Sam’s fingers inside her if she closes her eyes for a second. There are choices where you can lean into the romance, keep seeing Sam, or try to “fix” yourself and go back to the safe, straight, lonely path everyone expects. Some endings feel like a punch in the gut, some feel like a small rebellion that might not last forever but at least burns hot while it exists. It is a romantic story, yeah, there is sweetness, hand holding, soft kisses, that feeling when you are falling in love and every bus ride feels like a music video, but the game never really lets you forget that this is two women trying to build something intimate and wet and tender inside a world that keeps telling them they are wrong. That clash is what makes the sex scenes hit so hard. When Sam whispers “you’re mine tonight” while Michelle’s family photos are literally watching from the shelf, it feels dirty in the best way, like she is betraying everything for the chance to have her own life, her own pleasure, even if it all goes to hell later.

This one looks innocent for like five seconds, and then you notice how Hinata bends forward when she talks to Naruto and her tits basically press against the screen. It is that kind of game. On surface it is just “talk with shy ninja girl from that old anime,” but the whole thing is clearly built so you keep staring at her huge boobs and stupidly tight outfit while you pretend you care about the conversation choices. She blushes, fidgets with her fingers, looks down, looks up, and every time you pick something a bit bolder, her body language changes. One line she just stutters “N-Naruto-kun…” like usual, next line she is breathing heavier and her ass is pushed out just a little more, like she is doing this on purpose. At first I thought it is silly fan parody, but then there was this moment where you choose to compliment her training, and the camera just slowly moves lower and suddenly you are staring at her chest instead of her face. I actually laughed, then I clicked the same branch again to see if it was a bug, and of course it wasn’t.

Funny thing, the game pretends to give you “moral” choices, but you are not fooling anyone. Yeah, you can keep her shy and pure, say all the sweet things, act like a saint, and she will smile and talk about Naruto like some school crush. But if you even once touch the “wrong” answer, like offering to “help her relax” or teasing that Naruto doesn’t really pay attention to her body, that whole good girl mask starts slipping. There is a path where you reach over to “check if she is hurt” after training and your hand just stays too long on her hip. She freezes, whispering your name, and then you get the pop-up choice: move away or slowly slide lower. The second one goes straight into groping her big ass while she tries to keep talking about missions from Shippuden like nothing is happening. It is kind of messed up and kind of hot at the same time, and I am not sure if I should be proud or ashamed I found a way to trigger that scene on the first play. Also, the way her clothes react is strangely specific, like the fabric stretching around her boobs when your hand “accidentally” brushes there, but then in another scene her bra just vanishes like it never existed. No idea why, I just noticed and then forgot about it, then remembered again and got annoyed.

I was actually expecting more Naruto himself in this, but he is mostly like a ghost people mention while you are busy trying not to stare at her nipples poking through the outfit. There are several endings depending on how far you push her and if you keep pretending to be “good guy” or just openly corrupt her. One ending has her still loyal to Naruto, but she secretly lets you feel her up in some training field corner and tells herself it is only “just this once”. Another one turns her into full hentai brain, where she is basically begging for your hands and doesn’t even try to hide her moans when you squeeze those ridiculous tits. The routes to get there are a bit strange though: sometimes one tiny flirty line suddenly jumps you into hardcore groping, other times you have to click through five screens of her talking about chakra and self confidence before she finally lets you touch her. I kept mixing up which option led to what, so I ended up making a little note in my phone like a crazy person, then lost it. Also there is this tiny sound when you choose the more pervy answer, like a soft chime, and now it lives in my head. I don’t even know why that bothers me more than the fact I spent half an evening trying every way possible to get a shy anime ninja girl to ride my hand. But yeah, that is pretty much the feeling here: one second you are pretending to be mature and check “if this is okay for adults”, next second you are replaying a scene just to see her breasts jiggle slightly different when you grope from below instead of from the side.