This one feels like someone mashed together a horny isekai, a scuffed VR chatroom and a bad idea after too many Red Bulls, then accidentally made it kind of interesting. You start as this regular student guy who is not actually regular at all, because in the VR game world he can tweak his body and everyone else’s like a character editor that got drunk. One moment you are sitting in your boring room, next moment you are staring at a girl with a skirt way too short to be allowed in any real school, big tits bouncing like the dev never heard of bras, and your only real problem is deciding if you want to be a decent human or a complete perv. I tried to be “good” at first, clicked all the nice options, and the game basically laughed at me and kept dangling ass shots in my face. It’s kind of unfair. I liked it.

The fantasy part kicks in fast once you start playing with the VR rules: races you swap into, bodies you transform, the whole “what if I wasn’t stuck in this average body” thing. You can go from the normal student body to some ripped guy with a monster cock, or even slide into a female avatar and suddenly every look from NPCs hits different. There is this moment where you log into a new zone and your female form is walking through a crowd of orc-looking dudes and they stare at your huge ass in a way that made me feel weirdly targeted. Not a complaint. Or it is. Hard to say. Also, the game keeps teasing you with that line between “this is just a virtual girl” and “wait, that’s actually my classmate behind the avatar” and once that clicks, every blowjob scene becomes twice as dirty. I had one scene where I realized halfway through that the toon on her knees drooling on my dick was someone in the “real” world that my character actually knows, and it made the whole thing way more fucked up than the usual porn game loop. The incest angle shows up like a car crash too. No build up, no slow burn. One second you are exploring, next second you are in a room with a family member whose avatar clearly has sliders maxed on tits and ass, and the game almost dares you to press the wrong option.

What really got me was how the netorare stuff sneaks in while you are distracted by all the other porn. You are busy enjoying some oral in a dark alley with a fantasy milf who lets you grab her big ass with both hands, then later you find out she also plays with a different guy’s character and suddenly there are scenes where you are stuck watching your girl get pounded by some taller, darker avatar with stats clearly better than yours. The game lets you choose if you want to join, stop it, or just watch, and I hate how often I picked “watch” just to see where the dev takes it. There is this brutal little school corridor scene where your supposed partner is pushed up against a wall in a schoolgirl uniform, skirt flipped, panties around one ankle, getting railed by some other player while your POV character stands there useless and hard, and it hits different because you already fucked her in another route. Or maybe it doesn’t, I don’t know, I’m not your therapist. The interracial stuff kind of blends with the fantasy races, so sometimes you are not sure if you are banging a dark-skinned elf, a real-world black guy’s avatar, or both. The line is thin, and the story likes to step over it, then pretend nothing happened. I wish the VR tech inside the story was explained less, honestly, the attempts at logic just get in the way of the next time someone drops to their knees and takes a thick cock down their throat like it’s no big deal. But here I am, still clicking “next” like an idiot, because every time I think I’ve seen all the kinks, it goes, “what if we twist this relationship one more time” and suddenly that same girl moaning under you is someone you probably shouldn’t be touching at all.

You’re stuck in a dusty foreign base with a shitty Wi‑Fi signal and a gun that feels lighter than your stomach, and all you really have is your phone and a redhead you’re scared to lose. That’s basically the heartbeat of this thing. You’re the soldier, she’s Grace, making coffees for random assholes while you count the days, and the game never lets you forget that there’s an entire ocean between you when the worst possible guy walks into her cafe. Not a thug, not some cringe teen. A smooth, confident photographer who actually listens to her, calls her beautiful without stuttering, and knows exactly where to put his hands on a woman’s waist for “just the right pose.” It hits way harder than some cartoon villain, because he acts normal. Too normal.

The way it starts is almost boring in a good way. Your first calls with Grace are sweet, a little awkward. You talk about missing her, she tells you about rude customers, tips, her stupid co-worker, what she wore to work. And then she casually mentions “this photographer guy” who said she has a good face for his next project. Nothing dramatic. It just sits in your head. Later you unlock options during calls: push her to chase the opportunity, or brush it off, or sound jealous without admitting it. The game never slaps you with morality. You just feel it when she texts you a selfie from the shoot, wearing a dress that hugs her in all the places you remember touching, and you know some other man asked her to tilt her hips like that. The 3D scenes are clean and very physical: the way her bra strap slides down her pale shoulder, the shine on her lips from cheap cafe gloss, the slightly nervous way she holds her own elbow at first. Then in later shoots she doesn’t do that anymore. That tiny change hit me harder than the first kiss scene.

Sex here is not just porn filler. Early on, you get those needy calls at night, where she whispers your name in bed, fingers moving under the sheets, and you can guide how dirty the talk gets. If you encourage her to explore, she gets bolder, sending pics from the bathroom, pushing her panties aside to show just the wet line between her thighs, asking if you still want her even if other men look at her. If you give her strict “no flirting, no photos” vibes, the tension twists into something rougher later. There’s a run where she shows up at the photographer’s studio in a loose shirt and no bra, nipples poking through when the room gets cold, and you can practically feel the moment she stops thinking about you and starts thinking about how it feels when he stands behind her, guiding her hands, telling her to “trust the process” while his fingers spread her legs for a more “intimate composition.” It’s corruption, but not fast; it’s this slow slide where every choice you made before suddenly matters while she’s on that couch, thighs open, breathing hard, trying to convince herself it’s still “just art” even as his tongue is on her and her phone with your unread message is lighting up on the table behind her.

And the worst part? Half the time, when she calls you after, her voice is soft, almost more loving, because the guilt makes her clingier. So you’re there on a crackly line saying you can’t wait to fuck her brains out when you get home, imagining her wet and untouched, and the game zooms on those faint red marks on her inner thighs from someone else’s grip. No dramatic music. Just that quiet “I miss you” in your ear while she’s still sore from another man.

Game hits like that moment when you open your phone “just to check something” and suddenly it’s three galleries later and your dick hurts a bit but you’re still tapping. You start as this guy who thinks he’s got a sweet thing going with Nikki, cute fox-eared girl, soft as hell when she smiles, and your buddy Mini hanging around like comic relief. First few scenes feel all lovey and harmless, chatting, cheesy flirting, lame jokes you’ve probably said on WhatsApp yourself. It feels almost too normal, like a comfy mobile chat sim where you’re just vibing, one thumb on the screen, other hand nowhere near your pants. Yet.

Then the game starts twisting the knife. Slowly. No sudden jump scare NTR, more like a glass of water that keeps getting darker each tap. Nikki’s “just trying new things for work”, Mini “only helping out”, that kinda bullshit. You get those voyeur moments where you’re stuck watching, not doing, and it’s rough in a hot way. Your guy keeps sending clueless messages while you see what’s really happening in the background, and the contrast is brutal. They’re smiling in chat, but her body language in the CG says “I already crossed a line and I kinda like it”. The teasing is insane, like she’ll still call you “babe” while someone else’s hand is on her thigh just off-screen. When the camera finally slides down and you see it, it hits way harder because you already knew, but you didn’t want to know.

Since it’s kinetic, you don’t get to spam choices, which pissed me off at first, but actually works. Feels like a speedrun where the route is fixed, and your only job is to unlock every dirty CG as fast as possible. You’re not changing fate, you’re just optimizing your suffering. I was literally sitting there with one hand on the phone, other already busy, racing the fade-outs like “no no no, don’t cut yet, I know there’s a second pose here”. And there usually is. AI art is surprisingly effective for this style: bodies just a little too perfect, eyes a bit too shiny, like cheap gacha ads that suddenly get way too explicit. Sometimes the hands look funky or a leg goes weird and I kept pausing like, “who the fuck’s thigh is that?” then went right back to stroking five seconds later. It’s that kind of game. Cheating, corruption, masturbation fuel, all bundled into a story where you’re basically third-wheeling your own relationship, staring at your screen and letting it happen because you secretly wanted to see how far she’d fall anyway.

Eddie and Rachel look like that normal anime couple you scroll past on Instagram reels and think, “yeah, they’re fine, next.” Then the game quietly takes that “fine” and just grinds it into horny dust while you sit there, phone in hand, feeling way too involved for someone who technically isn’t even in the story. It’s a kinetic visual novel, so no menu maze, no stat grinding, no “good husband route if you say the right thing” safety net. You’re basically trapped in the passenger seat watching this dude’s life spiral while his wife slowly slips out of his reach, text by text, pic by pic, call by call. There’s something really nasty and kind of addictive about how normal it all starts: money problems, job gone to hell, loans that look familiar if you ever opened your banking app and just stared at the numbers like they’re a joke. Eddie’s trying to keep his job, trying to make the boss happy, trying to handle his dick failing him from stress, and Rachel’s trying to help, trying to bring cash, trying to stay that supportive wife… until the “trying” turns into late replies, camera angles that are just a bit too flattering, and clothes that are “for interviews” but you can tell they’re chosen to impress very specific eyes that are not yours.

Most of the tension lives in the phone. If you ever sunk too much time into WhatsApp or Discord drama, this hits way too close. Notifications feel like traps. You read Eddie scrolling, you see Rachel’s messages, and the timing of everything is just cruel. There’s that familiar teasing flavor where she’s still sweet, still calling him “hun” or whatever, but a random selfie has a bra that wasn’t there before, or a skirt that rides a little higher, and the background has some dude’s office in it. You’re not told directly, “hey, this is corruption now.” It’s more like you’re stuck doomscrolling the slow-motion cheating arc of your own relationship, except here you’re safe and also rock hard, which is messed up but that’s the point. The voyeur angle is strong, too. You’re not in the room while she’s touching herself, but you see the proof after. You don’t watch Eddie’s boss eye-fuck his wife in real time, but the CGs and the way the chat logs line up give your brain enough to fill the blanks on its own. At some point she’s not just helping with bills anymore; she’s “helping” in ways that clearly have nothing to do with loan interest, and everything to do with how far she’ll let them push her, and how far you’re willing to keep watching her fall. The wild part is how the romance never fully disappears. There are moments where you can tell she still loves him, still cares, even while she’s sending off pictures she would never have shared before, masturbating with someone else on call, or letting another guy “help her relax” because Eddie’s too worn out and too soft. It’s filthy, it’s cruel, it’s sad in a way that sits right next to horny instead of killing it, and the game never pauses to ask if you’re okay with that. It just keeps moving, like a group chat you know you should mute, but you sit there, staring at the screen, waiting for the next message anyway.

Rito’s life was already a mess, then this pink haired alien princess with a genius brain and zero sense of modesty just… crashes straight into his boring school days. It looks like the usual goofy harem setup at first glance: uniforms, hallways, the classic after-class rooftop scene, her ridiculous gadgets popping out of nowhere. But this thing is way more horny and way more mean than the source. You scroll in thinking “haha funny To Love Ru parody” and suddenly you are watching your MC try to act like a good boy while Lala is bouncing around with tits that literally do not care about gravity, ass barely covered by the skirt, dragging him into problems he never asked for. It’s that perfect mix of stupid comedy and “ah fuck, that’s actually kind of hot” where you feel bad for laughing but you keep going anyway.

The big charm is how every “innocent” school moment can twist into something filthy real quick. One second you are in a normal classroom scene, teacher pretending nothing is weird, and Lala is leaning forward over the desk, boobs squished on the table, skirt riding up enough to see she absolutely did not dress according to any school rules. Next click and she’s accidentally turned some gadget on, sucking the MC into an empty club room with her, bodies pressed together, moaning like she has no idea there might be someone right behind the door. And yeah, the netorare part is not just a tag slapped on. It creeps in around the edges. The game kinda teases you at first, making you think you are safe in classic goofy harem territory, then just casually drops a scene where another guy “helps” her with some machine and her face is way too flushed for it to be innocent. You know that feeling when you scroll the dialogue too fast, then go back because you’re like “wait what the hell did he just put where?” That. It kicks you in the gut a bit, even if she is laughing and acting like everything is just fun experiment time. I actually got annoyed in one corridor scene because the MC is literally right there and they are acting like he doesn’t exist, but the game kind of wants you to sit with that frustration. It even plays some silly, lighthearted lines during the most messed up NTR moments, which is both hilarious and slightly evil.

Sex scenes go hard on physical stuff. Huge tits in motion, that tight school uniform clinging to wet skin, stockings half pulled down while she rides like she forgot what the word “shy” means. There’s vaginal stuff here that looks and feels messy and desperate, not some super romantic soft-focus bullshit. You get that classic “caught in the infirmary” scene, but instead of some blushing confession it turns into Lala grinding on a dick while the MC tries not to cum too fast, and then later hearing some NPC talk about how “Princess-sama seemed awfully tired after lunch with senpai.” The game is not subtle. Sometimes it even ruins its own mood on purpose, like you are really in the zone watching her get pounded over a desk, then she activates some gadget by accident and the whole environment changes, but not the fact that she’s still being fucked, just now in another part of the school. It’s stupid in a good way. I kinda wanted more jealousy reactions from the MC in some scenes, but whatever, it fits the parody vibe that he keeps getting dragged along, confused and horny, while Lala spreads her legs for “science” or “training” or whatever excuse she throws out. If you like that messy mix of comedy, big soft bodies in too-tight uniforms, and the slow sick feeling of “oh no she’s enjoying this with other guys too”, this thing absolutely scratches that itch and then stomps on it.

KRUZ CITY feels like that dirty daydream you get on a long bus ride when your mind starts drifting and you suddenly remember how much you like soft skin and the sound of someone breathing right in your ear. It starts pretty tame: you come back to your hometown after being basically locked in this brutal sports camp, muscles sore, balls even more sore, pretending you care about training drills when actually you’re just thinking about thighs and lips and the smell of shampoo on a pillow. The moment you arrive, the place looks normal on the surface, but every corner feels loaded with some secret. A door half open, a shower running too long, a bedroom light still on at night where it really shouldn’t be. You walk around thinking you’re just exploring a city, and suddenly you’re peeking through a window and realizing this older woman you kinda remember from childhood is kneeling between some guy’s legs, tits pressed against his thighs, and you feel that hot stab of jealousy and arousal at the same time. It’s not subtle about it, which honestly I liked. The game doesn’t treat you like a kid.

What stuck to my brain is how physical everything feels. There’s this scene where you finally get a “private” moment with one of the milfs, and it starts with something simple, like her fingers brushing your hand while she hands you a drink. That tiny touch, just skin on skin, makes the whole screen feel heavier. Then it moves to her sitting too close, your leg pressed against her soft thigh, and when she shifts her weight you can almost feel that warm pressure slide across you. When she wraps her fingers around you for the first time, it’s slow, like she’s testing how far she can go, thumb rubbing the tip, palm squeezing just a bit too tight. You actually notice silly stuff, like the way her tits bounce a little when she changes grip, or how her ass digs into the couch when she leans forward to whisper something filthy, hot breath on your neck. And because the game likes to mess with your head, sometimes you’re watching this from a distance instead, hidden in the dark, seeing her do the exact same teasing moves on another guy. That part hits different. There’s this ugly, horny twist in your chest, like your stomach drops and your cock twitches at the same time, especially when she moans his name in a voice you thought was just for you. I wish I could say I hated it. I didn’t.

Kinda funny how often it plays with that “am I a good guy or just a horny bastard” feeling. One night you’re sneaking into a room, lights low, hearing soft breathing and wondering if you should really be here. The girl is half asleep, big ass barely covered by a thin sheet, one leg bent, panties riding up just enough to show the curve of her pussy. You slide your hand along her thigh, and the game lets you push it, fingertip by fingertip, until you’re rubbing her through the fabric, feeling that damp spot grow. She shifts, murmurs something, and you’re holding your breath, completely still, like if you don’t move she’ll keep pretending she’s asleep. That mixture of guilt and raw need is all over this thing. Same with the foot stuff: one of the women casually puts her bare foot in your lap while she talks about something boring, heel resting right on your crotch, and pretends not to notice as her toes start to curl and press. You try to focus on the dialogue, but all you can think about is how the ball of her foot grinds down just a bit harder every time you answer wrong. Sometimes you end up just jerking off alone after, pants around your ankles, staring at your phone, replaying a clip of her sucking someone else off, spit running down her chin. Honestly, I got stuck way too long in one early masturbation scene because the rhythm of her handjob was just that perfect, fingers twisting, wrist pumping faster while she stares you dead in the eyes like she owns you. And the worst part is you kind of want her to.

Eric thinks he’s just taking his shy little wife Grace out of the city for some quiet countryside air, but the whole thing reeks of “bad idea” from the second you see his dad. Fletcher is that type of older guy your mom warned you about on Facebook fitness groups: silver at the temples, shoulders like he still lifts real weights instead of scrolling TikTok, that easy smile that screams “I fuck around and never get caught.” The game doesn’t waste time pretending he’s a saint. He’s checking out Grace in the first ten minutes, eyes lingering on her ass when she leans over, pretending he’s just “correcting her posture.” You’re sitting there thinking, dude, that’s your son’s wife, but then the camera just stays on those big tits pressed against his chest during a “harmless” stretching session and suddenly you’re not judging shit anymore. And the fun part is, you’re not locked into one point of view; one moment you’re trapped inside Grace’s confused little head, trying to convince yourself Fletcher’s hands on your hips are totally normal family stuff, next moment you’re Eric, watching from the doorway, pretending you don’t see the way your own dad looks at your woman like a new workout machine he wants to test.

The neighbors are the cherry on this fucked up cake. Hailey and Ian are that weird couple that seems too friendly, the type who brings over a pie for no reason and then won’t leave. Hailey is pure trouble: perky, tight top, always “accidentally” bending over in front of Eric, asking him to help fix something while her husband is away. Meanwhile, Ian acts like Fletcher’s lost twin spiritually, throwing horny little hints and talking way too much about “sharing experiences” over beers. It starts slow, just casual hangouts in the backyard, a barbecue where Grace shows up in those yoga pants that hug her thick ass just right, Fletcher’s eyes following every bounce like it’s a religious thing. Then you get that one scene where Grace is helping Fletcher in his private “gym,” he’s standing behind her, guiding her arms for some light exercise, and his hands end up on her tits longer than any normal human needs for “correction.” You can see her breathing change. She doesn’t pull away. The game just sits in that discomfort. Long. And if you want, you push it. Maybe Eric walks in and pretends everything is fine, maybe he watches silently from the top of the stairs while his own father slowly corrupts the woman he promised to protect, or maybe you push Grace herself to go from “this is wrong” to “I just want to feel that thick daddy cock break me in.” There’s this one scene where Fletcher’s hand casually wraps around hers while she’s stroking him and he guides her pace like he’s teaching her some fitness move, and she’s biting her lip, eyes glassy, muttering his name instead of her husband’s. It’s gross and hot and messy and feels exactly like some fucked up Pornhub rabbit hole you swear you’ll never go down again, right before you click the next scene anyway.

Horny trivia brain here, and this thing feels like someone smashed a dating sim into a porno quiz where the right answer is always “yeah, I'll watch that too”. You start out in this school vibe where everyone pretends to be all pure and innocent, but the game is just waiting for you to poke around and catch them doing filthy shit when they think nobody’s watching. One girl acts like the perfect virgin honor student, blushing if you even say “kiss”, and five minutes later she’s on her knees in a deserted classroom, drool on her chin while she tries to deepthroat a guy she swears she “doesn’t like like that”. Another scene, you’re peeking through a half open door at a so-called tutor session and the “lesson” is very clearly a slow, sloppy handjob under the desk while the teacher pretends nothing is happening and keeps writing on the board. Of course the game lets you sit there, watching that hand move faster and faster, like you’re the world’s creepiest proctor.

Strangest part, the sandboxy structure actually works with the horny quizmaster in my head. Your brain goes: “Alright, who’s getting stripped today?” and the game basically goes “correct, here’s the shy girl losing her clothes piece by piece because she lost some stupid bet”. Skirt tossed over the chair, bra hanging from the ceiling fan, panties pulled down to her knees, and she’s still trying to cover her big tits with these tiny shaking hands. Half the fun is that you pick which route to click next and it feels like you’re jumping between channels on Pornhub, but every channel is the same messy group of people fucking up their lives in different ways. One guy’s romantic route looks all sweet at first, hand holding under the table, tender kisses behind the gym, then suddenly you’re watching his girl riding someone else’s huge cock in the locker room while he’s searching the halls for her. Game even lets you decide if you wanna see that kind of betrayal or just pretend she stayed loyal and only sucks your dick in the bathroom stall, trying not to moan too loud because there’s a teacher outside.

It is pretty funny how often the camera lingers on asses though. Big asses everywhere. Bending over to pick up a dropped pencil, to “look for something” in the locker, to pretend they didn’t notice you staring. One black dude shows up and the whole mood changes, like the game is whispering “pop quiz: how much can she take?” and suddenly the petite girl who was scared of just kissing is getting her throat used like it’s some kind of warm toy. He grabs her hips, her ass jiggles, and you can tell she’s way out of her depth, but she keeps going, probably because you pushed her down that path six clicks ago. Sometimes you swap between different protagonists and that actually confused me at first, because I thought I was still the same guy when I walked in on a blowjob scene… then realized I was now the dude getting cheated on, not the one being sucked. That little punch in the gut is kinda hot, kinda annoying. Also the text speed in one scene is weird as hell and I kept trying to click past one line that just refused to go away, like it was taunting me. But hey, the animated thrusting looks good enough when you finally get to full on vaginal, thighs slapping, her tits bouncing all over the place, and she clings to whoever it is like this is the only dick she’ll ever need. Which is obviously bullshit, because three scenes later she’s grinding on someone else while pretending she was “saving herself”. Peak school romance energy right there.

This thing starts like one of those harmless school slice-of-life stories, except it never feels harmless. You’re this dude walking the halls, joking with classmates, peeking at asses in too-tight skirts, pretending everything’s normal while the game keeps whispering that nothing is. On the surface you’re just chasing romance routes and big tits, trying to figure out which milf teacher you wanna risk your future for, which childhood friend you’ll accidentally corrupt, which guy you’ll piss off enough that he starts eyeing your girl. Then it hits you that every flirt, every little “harmless” grope in the hallway, every blowjob in the music room is getting tracked, twisted, fed back into this mess of morality and mind games. One minute you’re laughing at some dumb humor scene where your buddy makes a joke about your porn folder, next minute you’re watching a scene of brutal violence and you’re not sure if you caused it or just failed to stop it.

What really got me is how your choices feel fine in the moment. You see a big ass bending over a desk and you click the option to touch. Simple. She blushes, maybe moans, maybe slaps you, sometimes both. Then three scenes later she’s crying about how nobody respects her, and the game doesn’t tell you “this is your fault,” but you know anyway. Same with the whole NTR / netorase thing. At first it’s kind of hot, letting another guy or futa girl “help out” your partner, just sharing for fun because you think you’re in control. The group scenes are wild, by the way, especially when the camera lingers just a bit too long and you catch your own character watching instead of acting. Voyeur mode inside the story itself. But little by little, jealousy starts to bleed into it. There’s this one route where you push your girl toward another guy as a joke, like “go flirt with him, I don’t mind,” and way later you catch them in a quiet corner, his hand already under her skirt, her breathing way too heavy to pretend. You can interrupt, dominate, turn it into a threesome, whatever, but that sick “maybe I went too far” feeling doesn’t really go away.

Sex scenes are not shy at all. Virgin loss with awkward eye contact, messy creampies where you’re not totally sure if it was consensual or just pressured, titfucks on the school rooftop while the city burns somewhere in the distance, rough oral that slips into domination, then flips and she chokes you right back with that sudden female domination switch. There’s drugs, too, and that’s where things get weird in a different way. Some of the best animated scenes come from those mind control bits, where you honestly can’t tell if the girl wants it or your character is just rewriting her brain to want it. The game doesn’t clean it up for you. No “safe word,” no soft fade out. You’re the one clicking “continue” while she begs you to stop and also not to stop. But then you have these strange quiet romance scenes with actual warmth, like holding hands in a classroom while talking about family you really, really shouldn’t be this close to, or lying naked beside someone after fucking them raw and talking about sanity and what’s real. Sometimes it even feels wholesome before it throws another cheating scene at you completely out of nowhere. I kind of hate that. And I kind of went back to see every single ending anyway.