Everything in this game smells a bit like old perfume and bad decisions. You come back to this huge, too-quiet mansion that used to belong to your adoptive father, and the walls already feel like they’ve seen more orgasms than family dinners. There is this big leather ledger that shouldn’t be sexy at all, but somehow is, because every time you open it, some dirty little secret crawls out. The club he left behind is not just some boring “elite venue”, it’s this half-criminal, half-fetish nest where rich people pretend they are classy while getting sucked off in the VIP room. And in the middle of all this, you move like some horny little Lovecraft protagonist, except instead of tentacles from the sky you get stepmom in silk robe, her ass outlined in the light from the hallway, asking in this fake sad voice how you’ve been holding up. You know something’s wrong from how she touches your shoulder a bit too slow, how her eyes stay on your mouth too long. It’s not cosmic horror. It’s worse. It’s domestic.

The real madness starts with the three women in that house. Victoria, the adoptive mom, is that classic “I’m too proper for this” milf, except she isn’t. She’s the type who pretends she’s shocked when she catches you watching her change, but doesn’t close the door. She wears those tight dresses that hug her big tits and big ass like they’re about to pop out, and she will scold you for staring while arching her back more. Then there are the daughters, Kayla and Maya. One of them gives you that teasing, I-know-you’re-hard look every time you walk past. The other one plays it cold and distant, like you’re some stranger, which somehow makes it worse when she “accidentally” presses her thighs against you on the couch. The game loves to trap you in these slow tension scenes: late-night kitchen, everyone in thin pajamas, ice from the fridge clinking too loud while one of them bends down just a bit too far, her nipples visible through the fabric. You know that the ledger has something on all of them. Money, cheating, blackmail stuff, deals with shady guys from the club. And you can use that. Corruption here doesn’t feel like flipping a switch. It’s more like you take a step, then another, and suddenly you’re making your adoptive sister suck you off next to the ledger where her mother’s dirty financial records are written, and she is looking up at you with these guilty, hungry eyes.

Sex scenes play out like slow rituals, not just click-and-fap. There’s a strong teasing vibe, like the game understands that a blowjob is way hotter when she pretends she doesn’t want it at first, then slowly gives in because you’ve got some secret on her. I had this one run where I used something from the club’s ledger to corner Victoria. She tried to stay “in control”, classic dommy milf attitude, talking down to you, but the longer you pushed, the more cracks showed. She ended up on her knees in her home office, that same office where your father probably planned all those crimes, her lipstick smeared around your cock while she’s still trying to say she’s “doing this only once”. You can go for creampie like you’re marking territory, and the game actually leans into that ownership fantasy, especially with the whole harem angle. Different branches let you peek at them when they think you’re not around: shower scenes, masturbating in their room, flashing a bit too much skin in public. There’s exhibitionism stuff where you push them to show more at the club, to the point where one of the girls gives you a secret handjob in a shadowy corner while some old guy drinks whiskey ten steps away, unaware. Or maybe he knows. The AI-generated CG is weird in a good way sometimes, like their eyes are a bit too bright or their smiles a bit too wide, which hits this uncanny eldritch kink if you’re into that. Half of the time you’re chasing romance, kissing them softly in the hallway, and the other half you’re fucking them raw on a couch, knowing you’re cheating, corrupting, twisting the whole “family” around your cock like some forbidden cult that worships you instead of any god. And yeah, the mystery stuff is nice, the crime and danger and betrayal, but honestly, the real horror here is how quickly you forget your father’s death the moment your “sister” is on her knees with cum dripping from her lips, asking in a shaky voice what else you’ve found in that cursed ledger.

The town looks holy as fuck at first glance. Little stone church, quiet streets, people acting all shy and “god-fearing” while obviously thinking about getting railed behind closed doors. Into this strolls our main character: a 52-year-old priest who looks like he’s seen some shit, hasn’t had decent pussy in a decade, and suddenly finds himself surrounded by temptation wearing habits that are hanging on for dear life. He’s not some bland saint either. You feel right away this guy has the calm, slow confidence of a dude who knows exactly how to make a woman forget her own name, and maybe her morals too. Three nuns follow him, like a horny little parade of secrets: each one with big tits, soft asses, and those “I’m totally pure, father” eyes that start to change every time he leans in a little too close. Under the church? Yeah, there’s a crypt, and it’s not just cobwebs and old bones waiting there. The place almost feels alive, like it’s watching the priest every time he thinks about pushing someone down on the altar and making her moan loud enough to shake the stained glass.

The game plays like a slow corruption fantasy mixed with small-town porn gossip. One moment you’re blessing the congregation, next moment you’re deciding if you’ll use a bit of mind control to make a nun kneel in front of you, open her mouth, and take your cock like she’s swallowing holy wine. The dev leans hard into harem vibes: you’re juggling nuns, a stacked landlady milf with tits made for titfucks, and even a horny younger guy you can either help or totally cockblock. There’s this great scene where the kid is nervously talking about how he wants to get into his landlady’s pants, and you get the choice to “guide” him... or just say screw it and keep that big-ass milf for yourself. Watching her thighs spread as she rides you, thick breasts bouncing in your face, while you know she was “supposed” to be his is nastier than half the porn on xHamster. Creampies matter here too, not just as visual, but as choices: who do you fill, who ends up pregnant, who becomes your obedient little broodmare in the name of “divine duty”. The 3D-style characters glow under candlelight when you bend them over a pew, spanking them till their ass is red and trembling, then sliding in raw, listening to them beg for more even as they pretend they’re ashamed. Nuns with rosaries tangling between their bouncing tits while they choke on your cock, monster girls under the church offering you deals with claws and curves, a priest turning from “merciful shepherd” into full-on dom who keeps toys in the confessional and sins in every corner of the crypt. Nothing about this feels safe or polite. It’s filthy, sacrilegious, and kind of fascinating in that “yeah, I’m going to hell, but at least I came twice” way.

Bruce Hayden feels like that tarot card nobody wants to pull: the Hanged Man, stuck and dangling, pockets empty, brain full of half-finished stories and porn tabs. He’s a washed‑up writer with the kind of bad luck that doesn’t even feel dramatic, just pathetic. Losing lottery tickets, half-written manuscripts, cold takeout, masturbation in the dark while his old laptop fan screams louder than he does. Then this fog rolls into Lake Orion, thick like old cum on a webcam model’s chest, and suddenly his boring, miserable little life gets swallowed. The game starts simple enough, him just trying to get through another shitty day, and then the mist creeps in. From there it feels like someone shuffled a tarot deck and threw all the cards in his face: Death, The Moon, The Devil, but also that soft Empress energy in the form of big-ass, big-tit milfs that really have no right existing in the same universe as his stained couch.

What I like is how the story moves in this strange rhythm. One moment you’re watching this loser jerk off to old porn in his room, the kind of sad, one‑hand on the mouse, one‑hand on the dick scene, and the next he’s pulled into this surreal fog world where everything feels a little too wet and a little too close. The women he meets there are like walking archetypes: the motherly milf whose hug looks like it smells of vanilla and sin, the tempting stranger with curves that are almost cartoon big, thighs that could crush his ribs, tits that bounce in these slow, chunky animations you keep replaying even though the loop is short. There is one scene where he’s stuck half naked in a gurney, strapped and pissed off, and there’s this older woman leaning over him, her blouse way too tight, ass pressed against the rail, and it’s so horny and stupid at the same time that I loved it. Then two clicks later he’s whining about his failed novel again and I wanted to smack him. But I also kind of get him. The game lets you make some choices here and there, yet he always keeps that bad-luck aura, like every good outcome hides a curse behind it. Sex moments hit harder because of that. When he finally gets a handjob or more, it feels like watching a cursed lottery winner: he’s touching the prize, but you just know the fog is laughing behind him.

There is a lot of masturbation in this game, and I mean a lot. Bruce jerks off, you basically jerk off with him, and sometimes the camera lingers on his hand in a way that feels almost too real. Not romantic, not cinematic, just raw “I’m lonely and I need to cum before I think again” energy. I liked that more than the big supernatural mystery at times. The fantasy stuff sits on top like a glittery crown on a hungover queen. You get these animated loops of big tits bouncing while he fucks or fingers a milf in some half-lit hallway and they are hot, sure, but what stays in my head is how messy he is before and after. One moment he’s balls deep in a thick ass that arches perfectly under him, tits pressed to the sheet, his breath heavy, her moans just on the edge of too loud. Next moment, fog swallows the room, she glitches out of his life, and he’s back, hard cock, sticky hand, no idea if it was real or in his head. Some scenes feel like lucid wet dreams, others like tarot reversals, where what should be a blessing twists on him. I wish the game would slow down more on small touches, like the way her fingers curl around his shaft in one scene then never again, but I know it won’t. It’s too in love with throwing another thick milf at him out of the mist. And I keep clicking anyway, because every time the fog thickens I wonder which card he’s pulling this time: salvation, or just another horny disaster written in his own bad luck.

In this game you wake up in 2038, broke as fuck, pushed out of your tiny little life by a system that doesn’t even bother to hate you. It just ignores you. Birth rates crashed, the rich turned reproduction into a gated luxury, and if you’re not chosen, you’re basically spare parts still walking around. The only “opportunity” you get is the Demeter Protocol Program, which sounds clinical and safe until you read the fine print and realize it’s closer to a high tech breeding experiment with romance routes. You sign because there’s nothing left. Then you realize you’re trapped in a sealed facility, constantly evaluated, stuck with people who have every reason to think you’re a selfish liability, and the only way out is to convince the system you’re worth breeding, worth loving, or at least worth not throwing away like meat waste.

The tone is weird in a good way. It’s not just porn with future wallpaper. You get these quiet scenes where the girls feel very human: awkward silences when you’re both half naked and pretending you’re okay with this; nervous touches when the program pushes you into “compatibility sessions” that are straight up monitored vaginal sex, dressed up as science. Sometimes the sex is sweet and painfully slow, her thighs clenching around you like she’s holding on to the idea of a future, and sometimes it turns into this desperate, sweaty fucking on a cold lab table while a holo display records hormone spikes. The game loves big tits, and it doesn’t pretend otherwise: breasts squeezed into sterile white tops, bouncing when she climbs on top of you in one of those “mandatory intimacy exercises,” nipples perked and glossy with saliva when you go down on her on a couch that looks like it came from an Ikea in hell. The animations help a lot here. You see hips rolling, abs tensing, her expression shifting from guarded to needy, that little bite of her lip when you push all the way in. Sometimes the camera just stays too long on how her fingers dig into your back when she’s close and it actually feels more intimate than porn, which is a bit fucked up considering you’re being recorded by a machine that will grade your performance like homework.

What I like most is how the romance fights the experiment. As a VN dev, I notice the writing avoids the usual “cold girl warms up after one good dicking” shortcut. You might spend several scenes where she’s just annoyed at you, or worse, indifferent. You answer dialogue choices that sound harmless and suddenly she’s like “So you think I’m just here to breed for you?” and the vibe dies. Then, many scenes later, she remembers what you said, and you get this small moment where she lets her guard slip. That tiny smile when you make a dumb joke about the biometric sensors, the way she shifts a bit closer on the bed but pretends she’s just tired. The game doesn’t shower you in endless options, but the sandbox bits let you roam the facility, poke into terminals, dig into the mystery of what happens to the “failures.” You can chase better gear for the RPG-style evaluations, min-max some stats, then completely fuck up a test because you stayed up late in her room, kissing and fingering her slow under the thin sheet while alarms softly hum in the background. It’s romantic, it’s horny, it’s clinical, it’s kind of depressing, and sometimes you’re fucking her from behind, watching the soft jiggle of her tits in the reflection of a black monitor, while both of you pretend this is just two people in love, not lab animals. And then the system pings you with a cold “compatibility increase detected” and ruins the moment, which somehow makes the next kiss feel even more real.

They say everyone who flies fringe space is running from something.

And burn it all, you are.

You are Rael. Freshly removed from events that have shattered your life, you’re left adrift and alone. Stranded on the backwater Yakeshi Station at the fringe of galactic society, all that you are is staked on one last chance to make amends and set your life back on course. One opportunity, with everything on the line. Through Zuberi, captain of the Astrogation Guild deep-space exploration vessel Void Dreamer, you have that chance. Board his ship, join an eclectic crew all there for various reasons of their own, and explore the mysterious outer edges of the galaxy as you try to put yourself back together.

Just be careful. Fringe space is far from safe, and the darkness between distant stars holds secrets more deadly and more powerful than you can possibly imagine.

There’s this weird feeling when you boot this one up, like opening the wrong chat in Discord and realizing “oh shit, that’s the horny channel” but you just keep scrolling anyway. At first it tricks you with that comfy anime slice of life mood, all soft lighting and school corridors and the classic “tired office worker gets yeeted back to his hometown” setup. You’re this guy Sora, suddenly thrown into being a teacher at an all-girls academy in Itsuten-ku, and yeah, it sounds like every generic eroge ever written. Then the game starts talking about parasites on your back, ghosts of your past, and you’re like, alright, this isn’t just about picking which cute girl brings you lunch. The town looks nice, the school looks normal, everyone is a little too friendly, and the whole thing feels like the Calm app right before someone rips open a body bag in a horror movie. The girls are hot, but they’re also… off, in that “smiling a bit too long” way. One second you’re choosing between tutoring the shy bookworm alone in the library or staying after class with the smug honor student who clearly wants you to notice her thighs, and the next the dialogue takes a hard left into trauma, self-loathing, and shit you’d usually try to forget with a Pornhub tab and some music on Spotify.

What I really liked, and hated, and liked again, is how horny and uncomfortable it is at the same time. You get all the classic eroge stuff: accidental boob grabs, panties framed a little too perfectly when someone trips, that one girl who leans in too close during “private lessons” and pretends it’s innocent. There’s a scene where you finally get a moment of peace in your tiny apartment, smelling that lavender thing they keep talking about, petting your mystery dog that shows up like some emotional support mascot, and the whole atmosphere goes quiet. Then a phone call from home drops in and drags you straight back into this heavy psychological shit about your sister and the town and what you ran away from. It hits weirdly hard for a game where you can, ten minutes later, be stuck in the nurse’s office while a flirty student sits on the edge of the bed a little too close, asking why you’re trembling. Sometimes the erotic scenes feel like they’re trying to smother the horror, and sometimes the horror crawls right back under the sex and makes it feel way too intimate, like you’re not just fucking, you’re peeling people open. The routes push you to pick favorites, to romance these girls, but half the time you’re not even sure if you’re helping them or just digging deeper into their broken parts because it turns you on. It’s kind of messy, kind of brilliant, kind of trashy, and the game absolutely knows it. You go in for the cute schoolgirls, you stay because the city itself feels like an ex that still knows how to choke you by just saying your name.

City like this doesn’t forgive, it just forgets your name. You drop back in after juvie with that cheap freedom taste in your mouth and nobody waiting at the gate. Streets are the same, but every corner feels wrong, like somebody moved the furniture in your memories. You’ve got flashes of that night that wrecked everything, just bits: red lights, her voice, the smell of rain and blood. The game loves to tease you with those half-scenes. One moment you’re flirting with a stacked bartender who leans over the counter on purpose, tits heavy in that too-tight top, lips shiny when she licks the foam off her finger. Next moment the sound cuts, the screen twitches, and you’re back in some dark hallway trying to remember which door you left your sanity behind. It’s horny, yeah, but it’s horny with problems.

What I liked is how the sex doesn’t feel like some reward screen popped out of nowhere. You talk, you mess up, you pick choices, you piss people off. Then later you’re in the backroom with a girl who pretends she only wants information, but her hand has been on your thigh for three dialogue boxes already. She has this big ass that fills the frame when she climbs on top of you, laughing low, calling you trouble while she grinds on your lap through her panties. When she finally goes down on you, the camera doesn’t hurry. You see her spit, you see her throat work, she looks up at you with that mix of “I need you” and “I might kill you after this.” It’s hot, but also you’re like… wait, did she just mention the same guy the cop girl was talking about in the morgue? The sex scenes keep dropping little hints like that, in between moans and tongue. There’s even a lesbian scene where two women you thought hated each other end up making out on a hotel bed, one with heavy, soft tits slipping out of her shirt while the other pins her wrists and bites her neck, and in the middle of that they casually mention a body that was “never found.” I had to pause and rewind because I was too busy staring at the way her fingers disappeared between those thighs.

It pretends to be about one guy at first, this fucked-up ex-juvie dude, but gradually the story starts handing you the wheel for other people too. A girl with trauma in her eyes and a knife in her boot, a sarcastic cop who flirts like she’s writing you a ticket, that kind of thing. One moment you’re the guy getting his cock sucked in a car, windows fogged, her lipstick ruined, and you’re holding her hair while she gags around the tip. Later you might be in her head, realizing she only did that because she needed you soft when she asked about the warehouse. The horror side creeps up slow: lights flicker in places they shouldn’t, outlines in the background that don’t move like people, little audio glitches while you’re mid-kiss with someone. You’ll be in this sweet romantic moment, hand on a girl’s cheek, both of you finally dropping your walls, and behind her shoulder something shifts that you can’t click on. I hated how often the game pulls control right when I want to keep touching, but at the same time the tension is what makes the orgasms hit harder, both in the story and, yeah, outside the screen. It’s not a fast fap thing; it’s more like Pornhub meets a fucked-up detective novel you found by accident. Some scenes linger too long on conversations when you just want to see that huge chest bounce on top of you again, and the humor swings from clever to “ok why did you say that during a blowjob.” But then you get a moment where a usually cold woman cracks a stupid joke right before she pushes you onto the bed, straddles your face, and tells you to “solve this mystery with your tongue.” The whole game feels like that: horny, broken, tender, mean, romantic, and then the lights go out and something whispers your name from the wrong side of the door.

Akira is the kind of walking disaster protagonist I like: dude’s broken, horny, and way too easy to manipulate. His girl Yuki died in a car crash, and he’s stuck in that grief spiral where your brain mixes sex and pain until it feels the same. Then he ends up at this creepy Kagetsu mansion with his hot professor Akane, who has that strict academic vibe that screams “I grade your papers and your stamina.” The place looks dead, rotten, like nobody has lived there in forever. But when Akira sleeps, the whole thing flips. Suddenly the mansion is alive and pretty again, servants walking around, warm lights, soft carpets, all that fake safety feeling. And in that dream version, there’s Sayuri, the elegant hostess who talks like she knows every dirty thought you had at puberty, her obedient maid Mizuki, and her daughter Momiji who is way too sweet in a place that smells like a curse. Oh, and Yuki. Back from the dead. Smiling. Breathing. Moaning. Not rotting. You feel it right away: this place is wrong as fuck, but in a way your dick is very okay with.

The fun thing is how the game makes you sit in Akira’s messed up head. One scene he’s holding Yuki, absolutely convinced this is his second chance, clinging to her like she’ll vanish if he blinks. Next scene he’s in the real ruined mansion, sweating, mind full of weird whispers and flashes of Sayuri’s eyes looking at him like he’s already owned. The erotic bits hit harder because they’re tangled with guilt: when Yuki is on top of him, begging him not to leave her again, you almost forget there’s something rotten behind her smile. Then the game undercuts it with small details, like the way the wallpaper pattern twitches at the corner of the screen, or how her voice overlaps with another woman’s for half a line. It’s not jumpscare horror, more that slow “why is my boner making me feel unsafe” vibe. There are routes, choices, all that usual visual novel stuff, but the nice part is how it likes to tease you with the “good” path where you can save Yuki, then quietly push you closer to this fucked up god in the mansion that clearly wants more than just your soul. Sometimes the pacing drags and a scene talks in circles, but then suddenly you get a moment like Mizuki kneeling in the hallway, collar on, reciting some ritual text while her hands shake, and it hooks you right back into that mix of ritual, sex, and fear. By the time you notice that every “comfort” scene is just another chain around Akira’s neck, you already picked the choice that tightens it.