Edgefield feels like someone took a horny college fantasy, fed it to an AI, then actually bothered to fix most of the weird shit that comes out the other side. You start as this 18-year-old kid shipped off to some fancy university that looks like every glossy brochure on Instagram, and you can roll as a guy or a girl, which already puts it ahead of half the usual trash. Game just quietly lets you decide who you want to fuck without preaching, and that part I actually liked. One save I played this smug photography nerd dude who pretended to care about “lighting” while blatantly zooming in on tits and asses, and another save I ran a female MC who basically treated the whole campus like a tasting menu. Both work. You bounce around the dorms, halls, campus spots, clicking on shit like an old point and click, except now the reward is someone dropping to their knees in the laundry room instead of a puzzle piece. It’s sandboxy, but not that fake kind where you have ten locations and nothing to do. Stuff actually happens if you poke around long enough.

The porn is where it stops pretending to be wholesome. The animated scenes are front and center, and they do not shy away from what the tags promise. Big tits that actually move when you fuck them, not that stiff balloon nonsense. Thick asses riding you in slow rhythm while your character tries to pretend they’re “bonding emotionally”. Vaginal scenes have that nice wet slide, you can see hips slamming, thighs shaking. Blowjobs are drawn with way more love than some of the dialogue, tongue work and spit and the whole “eyes watering while they keep going” deal. There’s one scene where you’ve been flirting with this girl in your dorm for a while, and when it finally pays off she’s on her knees in front of your bed, hand on your thigh, bobbing her head slowly at first, then really going for it. The camera angle tilts just enough to catch her tits pressed against your leg, and it’s the exact moment I stopped pretending I was just “testing the sandbox” and alt-tabbed out of Discord. And yeah, the AI CG is noticeable if you stare too long, some fingers look like they got into a fight with a blender and a few faces slide into that strange “almost human but not quite” territory, but somehow it kind of fits the whole cheap, horny college fantasy vibe. You’re not here for museum-quality art. You’re here because the game lets you be a male or female walking disaster, flirt with whoever, click around campus like a perv detective, and eventually end up with a mouth full of cock or a bed squeaking while your roommate pretends not to hear a damn thing.

New city, tiny apartment, couple that still fucks like rabbits and argues about who forgot to buy toilet paper. That’s basically the vibe here, and it works way better than it sounds. You bounce between her side and his side of the story, watching them drag their boxes into this new life and then immediately get distracted by how horny they are. One moment she’s pretending to unpack, bending over way too slow, panties peeking, just begging for a quick spanking on the kitchen counter. Next moment you’re on his POV, walking up behind her, hand on her ass, and the game just lets you linger on that tease before anything really happens. It keeps doing that: little pauses, small choices, like “kiss her neck” or “just grab her tits already,” that actually tilt the mood. Pick the softer, romantic options and you get these lazy, drawn-out scenes where she’s riding him, boobs bouncing in his face, eyes rolling back with that stupidly hot ahegao look while she tries to say something sweet and just ends up moaning. Go a bit rougher and it flips, she’s the one clawing his back, begging for him to stay in and fill her up, panting about how no condom feels better while your mouse is hovering between “pull out” and “fuck it, creampie.”

What I liked most is how the sexy stuff doesn’t feel like separate levels. You’re literally pointing and clicking around their daily crap: checking messages, clicking on a coffee mug, opening some random drawer, and suddenly you’ve triggered a flirty scene that spirals. You click on the couch because “whatever, next scene,” and bam, she’s straddling him, messy blowjob between jokes, spit on his shaft, she laughs with her mouth full and looks up with those huge eyes like “you like that, city boy?” Then later you see the same moment from her head, nervous about neighbors hearing, but still pushing his cock deeper because she wants to feel it hitting the back of her throat. The game has that weird talent of making their fights kinda hot too. They snap at each other about money or his new coworkers, then some stupid little choice like “apologize” or “double down and tease” can twist it into angry sex. There’s a scene where she storms off to the bedroom, slams the door, you follow, and it turns into her getting pinned to the mattress, cheeks going red from slaps on her ass, legs spread wide while she’s whining that they’re not done talking, even as she’s begging him to stay inside when he’s close. It’s messy, it’s romantic, it’s funny in spots, and sometimes it feels too real when they’re awkward after a hard fuck and don’t know if they went too far or not. The art looks like an AI tried really hard to be horny and kinda pulled it off, which somehow fits the whole “fresh start in a city that doesn’t care about you” theme. Nothing feels perfectly polished, but their chemistry, from slow teasing to deep, wet penetration shots and those “oh shit I actually came” faces, sells the fantasy hard enough that you’ll probably forget you were supposed to be exploring Birchfall and not just their bodies.

Vacation sex is already the best kind of sex, right? Sun on the skin, cheap cocktails, hotel room that smells like chlorine and bad decisions. This game takes that exact vibe and just keeps poking at it until everything feels too hot and kinda wrong in the best way. You start with this couple who actually look like people who fuck a lot: she’s stacked, soft in the right places, ass that eats a bikini, big tits trying to escape every outfit; he’s got that “I’m pretending I’m in control but my dick does all the thinking” energy. Both of them playable, which I didn’t expect at all for a horny mobile thing I launched in Chrome while pretending to check Slack. It’s not some shy tease about “feelings” either. You see their normal stuff first: lazy morning blowjob, her straddling him on that too-small hotel bed, her masturbating in the shower because she’s still wet from last night. Animated, slow, with those little hip twitches and nipple grabs that make you pause and replay the same loop like a trash gremlin.

Then this “game offer” drops on them and the story just stops pretending to be romantic getaway. It becomes this constant “how far will you go for a fat stack of money and some attention” thing. Every choice is like: do I want to protect them as a couple, or do I want to see her get slowly corrupted and start enjoying being watched, touched, cheated on, all that messy shit. One scene you’re picking her bikini color and laughing, next scene you’re deciding if she’ll let a stranger grope her in an elevator while her boyfriend stands there trying to pretend it doesn’t turn him on. The corruption is not just instant slut-mode, it’s those tiny steps: she shows a bit more sideboob, she lets a hand stay on her ass a second longer, she “accidentally” flashes pussy when she bends. By the time she’s grinding on some guy’s thigh during one of the challenges, you’re like yeah, ok, this is who she is now and I kinda helped.

What I liked a stupid amount is how often the game makes you play the guy too, stuck between jealousy, boner and greed. There’s this bit where he has to keep a straight face while another dude is eating her out poolside “for points”, and you get little dialogue options that are all awful in different ways. You can act cool, get mad, or pretend it’s just strategy, but whatever you pick, you still watch her melt from someone else’s tongue. And she looks back at him like “you did this”. The animations really lean into hands: groping, spanking, fingers sliding under wet panties, slow handjobs under the table while they negotiate the next challenge. There’s one masturbation scene with her alone on the balcony, phone light on her face, whispering his name at first, then someone else’s, and it kinda hits harder than the full-on sex because you see the switch flip. Only thing that bugged me is sometimes the pacing stumbles, like you jump straight from soft teasing to full dick-in without enough buildup, but then there’s a quick little oral scene with spit and gaggy sounds and my brain forgets to be annoyed. Classic horny goldfish memory. Anyway, if you like watching a sexy couple talk themselves into breaking their own rules while you push every wrong button, this thing is filthy in a very “oh shit I shouldn’t like this so much” way.

This one starts like some half-serious detective visual novel, then quietly pulls your pants down while you’re still nodding along to the “we help innocent prisoners” talk. You got the guy who always wanted to be Sherlock but with a dick, his justice-obsessed girlfriend who actually has a spine, and their tiny agency circling the drain. Money problems, boring clients, rent breathing on their neck. Normal noir setup. Then that Sawyer guy shows up, big celebrity detective with slick PR, fake smile, and this vibe like he’s already undressing both of them in his head while talking about “partnership” and “mutual benefit”. First case you do under his name, it still feels mostly clean: interview a witness, follow some shady clerk, connect clues on the board, whatever. You’re thinking “ok, just mystery with boobs here and there”. Then it tilts. Not fast, it’s slower, like a bad idea you decide to try once and then it keeps happening.

I really liked when the game lets you swap between the guy and the girl during one investigation, not in a tutorial way, just suddenly you’re in her head while she’s getting cornered in an office by some rich asshole you’re supposed to be “interviewing”. She’s trying to stay professional, asking about alibis and timelines, and he keeps leaning closer, asking if her boss knows she’s “this tight” with clients. You can play her as stiff and righteous or let her hesitate a bit too long when he touches her thigh. That tiny pause feels worse than any big “corruption meter” bar. Later you jump back into the male POV, sitting in a car outside, thinking she’s just taking long with the questioning, and you can choose to trust her or start doubting. I hate that the coffee cup in that car scene has this ugly texture that looks like it came from some 2009 stock pack on Google Images. Every time I see it I get annoyed and then forget I was annoyed because next thing I’m watching her kneel down in that same asshole’s office, trying to bargain with her mouth for information. I’m not even sure if I liked that scene or if it just stuck in my brain like gum on shoe.

The sex itself, when it hits, is more about situation than some perfect angles. There’s this blowjob in a cramped archive room where she’s trying to keep quiet, filing cabinets all around, dude’s belt clinking every time he bucks his hips. The camera hangs too long on her eyes, red and watery, like the game is asking “this what you wanted, detective?” and yeah, it kind of is, but also you feel like shit in a hot way. Sometimes the romance stuff between the main two actually feels sweet, like when they crash on the office couch after a long case and she climbs on top, just slow vaginal, kissing, talking about their future agency like it’s still theirs. It should be cute, but if you already pushed her down the dirty route, that same scene plays weird in your head because you know what she did last case to get that signed confession. The game never screams “you are corrupting her” in big neon letters, it just quietly offers choices that look practical: accept a shady deal to get access to a crime scene, agree to “private questioning” with a suspect, let the boss handle something off-screen. One moment I liked way too much: Sawyer calling you into his office, closing the blinds, and just calmly describing what “extras” your girlfriend did for a client, while you sit there pretending you knew already. That mix of mystery, humiliation, and powerplay feels filthy in a way Pornhub never hits. And then you’re back at your desk, filling out case notes as if nothing happened, like this is just another Tuesday at the agency. I forgot what I was even mad about. Something with that cup. Whatever.