Finley is this coyote DJ in my head, you know? He walks into a party already half hard and half guilty. The game feels like that: like scrolling late-night Spotify mood playlists while your partner sleeps in the next room and some horny little voice asks, "What if I just answered that one message?" You play as him, tangled between his sweet partner and a whole zoo of thirsty, flirty, too-close-for-comfort bodies. It looks like some soft anime furry dating sim at first, but it’s more like being stuck as the main track in a messy sex playlist you didn’t mean to make. One moment you’re cuddling and talking about feelings, the next you’re staring at some dude’s bulge in tight jeans and thinking, yeah, I’d swallow that, and the game just quietly waits for you to click.

The horny part lands hard, not in a cheap way, more in that "oh shit, I would actually do this if no one knew" kind of way. There’s slow teasing in chat, those little text boxes that feel almost too real, flirty photos, hints that could still be innocent if you lie to yourself. Then suddenly the camera lingers on a paw sliding under a waistband, a tongue tracing along a thigh, and the AI CG catches that exact look before someone gives in. Vaginal, oral, anal, it all shows up depending on how dirty you let things go, but it never feels like the scenes are just thrown in; they creep up on you. I had one route where I tried to stay faithful, really, and still ended up jerking off alone because the game keeps dangling temptation in front of you. Furry bodies pressed together, fur matted from sweat, muzzle buried between legs, cum on tongues, that whole thing. And when someone calls you "good boy" while you’re literally cheating, it hits like a bass drop in the middle of a slow track. Erotic as hell, but also kinda shitty in a way that feels… honest?

The corruption vibe is strong. Starts wholesome, just cuddles, smooches, some harmless voyeurism like peeking at your partner’s messages a bit too long. Then someone sends you a late-night pic, not fully nude, just enough outline to make your dick twitch, and you get that choice: lock your phone, or let your hand slide into your pants. Masturbation scenes feel like they came straight from Discord horny hours, that awkward "I shouldn’t be doing this but fuck it" breathing, lube noises, hand moving faster when a new notification hits. Sometimes you’re on your knees, muzzle full, listening to a lover you’re not supposed to have whisper how they like watching you choke. Sometimes you’re balls-deep in someone who definitely isn’t your partner, pounding them while thinking about how you’re going to lie later. The netorare angle is sneaky: you can be the one being stolen from, or the asshole doing the stealing, or both at once depends how you steer Finley. And the game lets you stay soft and romantic too, if you resist, but honestly the most powerful scenes are when you half-resist, when you kiss someone back then panic, or when you tell yourself "this is just flirting" right before your tongue is already between their legs. It’s messy, horny, kind of cruel sometimes, and that’s exactly why it sticks in your head like a track you’re ashamed to have on repeat.

Jeremiah thinks his life finally starts to look less pathetic, he’s got this tall busty Freya hanging on his arm, ass that fills the whole phone screen, they fuck, they cuddle, he actually plans to be a semi-responsible adult for once. Then some cracked old wizard-looking geezer pops up, spits a curse, and suddenly your dick stats are in the negative. Not “haha funny shrink” but straight up humiliation level, like those porn ads you pretend you don’t see on Chrome. The whole game spins around that hit to his ego and this sick mission list the old man gives you. Ten missions. Fail or drag too long and there’s a “predator” orbiting around Freya, just waiting for you to fumble. You feel that pressure with every tap, like your cock is on a timer you can’t see, and the game keeps poking at your paranoia. You fix one mess, and instantly your brain starts going, “yeah but what if some hung dude is balls-deep in her right now while you swipe menus like an idiot?”

The dirty part isn’t just the sex itself, it’s how it plays with what’s going on in Jeremiah’s head. The corruption is slow, more teasing than splashy at first. Freya starts with this goofy loyal energy, sending you sexy pics, flashing those huge tits, joking about you “making up for size with effort” and all that. Then the situation tightens. She’s at the gym with some black trainer who looks like he was built in a lab, or at a club, or “going out with friends,” and your imagination scenes kick in. You’re there scrolling, clicking through choices, and it suddenly slams into these mental images of her riding something way bigger than what you’re packing now, moaning in ways she never did with you. Some are just her getting groped in a crowd, ass grabbed in the bus, hand “accidentally” on some dude’s bulge. Some are full-on interracial pounding with cum dripping down her thighs while Jeremiah sits on the side, jerking off and hating himself. The game tells you it’s “only in his mind,” but you know how that goes in NTR. Brain goes first, pussy follows.

What I actually liked is how the missions push you into nasty spots on purpose. You want to keep your points low to avoid the worst outcome, but to reach that you still need to let shit happen. It’s that classic “pick how badly you lose” loop you see in these games. Maybe you send her out in a tiny top to distract a guard and suddenly there’s a scene of her flashing her tits, laughing while some random guy takes snapshots. Maybe she needs money and you agree to “a little harmless flirting,” and it turns into a handjob in some backroom while she tells herself it’s only this once. Sometimes it cuts back to Jeremiah, tiny dick in hand, trying to masturbate to his own girl getting used like a slut, and you can choose if he hates it or leans into the kink. Doesn’t matter, the old bastard who cursed you is always there in the background, watching your progress like a troll dev reading comments on F95. The mobile format makes it worse, by the way. Sitting there with one hand on the phone, thumb tapping “Next,” other hand slipping down when Freya starts masturbating on cam for “somebody,” and you can’t even be sure that somebody is you anymore. It’s horny, it’s mean, it’s funny in that dark “haha I’m totally not into this, I swear” way, and half the time you’ll close the app and still keep thinking about whether her last “I love you” text was sent with another guy’s cum drying on her tits.

Goblin Down feels like someone took a messy affair from a cheap motel, stitched it into a fantasy story, then forgot to iron the seams. Which I mean as a compliment. As a lingerie designer I kept thinking of it like a jealous little boudoir drama: tiny space, three bodies, way too much skin and not enough honesty. You start as this rookie adventurer who once got saved by a goblin girl, then years later she’s your wife, Qilka, and she’s basically the only one in the house with any common sense. Her design hits weirdly close to how I sketch green-skinned models: short, soft belly, those slightly too-big eyes that look innocent even when she’s getting railed, and that cheap village dress that screams “I can be pulled aside in one motion.” It’s not elegant, but it works. Like lace that scratches but looks hot in photos.

What hooked me most wasn’t even the orc at first, it was how fast the mood in the house rots once he shows up. One scene you bring this huge hurt bastard home like some stray dog, next scene you’re watching her fuss over him, wiping his chest, his thighs, pretending she’s just doing first aid while her cheeks are already a little flushed. There is this early voyeur moment where you peek through the cracked door and the animation has her hand hovering just a bit too long over his crotch, like she’s “accidentally” brushing it. That’s when the game stopped feeling like a heroic fantasy and more like catching your partner sexting with someone bigger. The actual sex escalates in a way that made my stomach twist: first it’s innocent tending, then a clumsy handjob where she looks like she’s not even sure how she got there, then full-on sloppy oral with her ears twitching and eyes rolled up, that classic ahegao face that would look stupid if the guilt wasn’t so heavy. Sometimes her expression is a bit too cartoony for the mood, by the way. I wanted one scene where she just looks wrecked inside, not only drooling and cross-eyed. But they never go there, they stay in that porn comic style, which annoyed me and I still kept going.

What I like, or hate, is how the corruption isn’t only about her. You as the husband are kind of pathetic and it’s hot in a really bad way. The game gives you these choices where you can pretend nothing’s wrong, go back to your guild work, or poke around like a paranoid idiot. I picked the coward route first, just left them alone, and later there’s this animated loop of the orc lifting her by the hips and pounding her from behind in your own bedroom, her ring still on her finger, and I actually paused and stared like it was some lingerie catalog shot I needed to analyze. Her little tits bounce against his stomach, the camera lingers on the creampie dripping out of her while she whispers how “it’s fine, he’ll never know.” It’s filthy and sort of beautiful in a trashy way, like mismatched bra and panties that somehow look better than a full set. There’s one scene where she rides him in your bed, looking back at the doorway, almost like she wants you to walk in and watch. That voyeur energy is crazy, even if a few transitions feel rushed, like they skipped a beat between nervous groping and full surrender. Still, the whole thing left me thinking about designing a set inspired by her: something green and torn at the hem, a little too small, like it belongs to a wife who says she’s loyal while her thighs are still sticky from someone else. And then I remembered this is just a short visual novel and I’m overthinking it while she’s taking orc dick again in the next CG.

This thing starts like a drunk DnD session that got horny and never sobered up. You’re dropped into this little adventuring family circus: a Paladin you actually pick the sex for right away (male, female, futa, go wild), a Barbarian wife who has big “break the door and then ride you on the splinters” energy, and a Druid daughter who’s way too observant about everyone’s sex life. The game just pretends this situation is normal. No slow build. One moment you’re choosing attack options, next moment you’re basically debating if you should watch your own wife get pounded by someone else while you kind of like it and kind of hate yourself. I liked that. I hated that. I liked that I hated it. You get the idea.

The tone is weird in a good way. One scene has you arguing about tactics in a dungeon, and five lines later you’ve got a smug elf femboy shaking his ass in front of your wife like he’s farm-testing her loyalty. It’s not some clean “press button, get sex” thing either; you’re steering conversations that feel like they’re about honor, trust, party dynamics, then they slowly twist into “ok, who is going to fuck who and who is forced to watch.” The netorare bits hit hardest when you didn’t think you were choosing that, but then the Barbarian is moaning another name and you’re like “oh, right, that option.” I played on my phone in Chrome at first and had this moment where I alt-tabbed to Telegram mid-scene, came back, and the Druid was calmly describing exactly how wet one of the monster girls was while I’d forgotten where the hell the dialogue thread even started. By the way, the auto-forward sometimes feels too jumpy and I keep wanting to tweak it one tiny notch slower and always forget, which annoys me more than it should.

Then there’s the Undine futa, who basically steals the entire show. The story keeps pretending she has a “secret” like you can’t see this coming a mile away, but when everything finally comes out, the game really plays with it. You get routes where she focuses on the women in the group, and it isn’t just “haha, she has a dick, funny,” it’s more like “how deep can we go into turning the Paladin into a jealous mess while every female body in the party gets thoroughly re-plumbed.” I kinda wish there was a path where she went harder on the Paladin too, then again I don’t, because the whole fantasy hangs on that frustration and cheating vibe. Some of the funniest bits are actually right before the sex, like when characters try to talk all noble about temptations and duty while a succubus fire mage is casually describing in detail how she’s going to suck the soul out through someone’s cock. The humor hits at odd times, like after a really rough scene, someone drops a throwaway line that made me actually snort, then it jumps back into a blowjob choice menu without warning. If you want to wring every filthy drop out of it, don’t rush: manually save before big emotional choices, say yes when your gut screams no, and let the mess happen instead of trying to protect everyone. The most fucked up stuff hides behind the “this is a bad idea” options.