Alex is the kind of guy you scroll past on Grindr and don’t even remember. Regular face, regular clothes, regular “nah I’m straight lol” profile line. The fun starts when this painfully average, porn-poisoned, “I only watch straight stuff bro” dude gets trapped in his own dick-brain. A cute femboy called Noah actually replies to his thirsty little message, and suddenly all that straight-posting goes straight to hell. It’s not some epic anime thing. It’s two idiots texting, one of them trying way too hard to act normal while his cock is doing an entirely different orientation than his mouth. The VN just sits there with him through the awkward silences, the panic over what emoji to send, the “shit, did that sound gay?” thoughts that hit him every two seconds. And when they finally meet, Alex is staring at Noah’s thighs and calling it “fashion interest” like that ever fooled anyone.

What I liked is how horny and small everything feels. Not small like dick, relax. Small like: you’re stuck in this chat window, looking at Noah’s pics on your phone, noticing tiny details. Nail polish that’s chipped, a skirt that’s a bit too short for how shy Alex pretends to be, that one selfie where Noah’s lips look soft enough you understand why Alex forgets how to breathe. The erotic stuff sneaks in sideways. It’s not just “they fuck now”. It’s Alex sitting on his bed, half hard, scrolling through their conversation, re-reading the flirty parts, rubbing over his boxers, trying to convince himself that it’s only because Noah looks kind of like a girl “from some angles”. Sure, dude. Totally. Meanwhile the game is shoving his denial right in your face while also letting you enjoy the very explicit, very gay mess he’s drowning in. There are bits where he watches porn after talking to Noah, tries to put on the usual straight clip, then ends up pausing on a pretty boy’s face, and the text just lingers on his confusion longer than it should. It feels gross and honest in a good way.

The romance side is scuffed and half-formed, which sort of works. This build focuses on that first spark, when your stomach feels weird and your dick feels great and your brain goes “no thanks” and “more please” at the same time. Noah is dangerous in the soft way. The kind of femboy who says “it’s okay, you don’t have to label it” while sending a picture that makes you grind your hips into your mattress. The sex is not wall to wall, but when it hits, it hits dirty. You get those detailed, sweaty, needy moments where Alex is too turned on to pretend anymore, moaning like a slut over a body he wouldn’t even admit he’s into if you put a gun to his search history. There’s that slice of life vibe too, the annoying stuff like checking messages while on the toilet, or worrying about what your phone might pop up while you’re sitting next to someone. It’s all very gay, very insecure, very “oh fuck, I like this too much”. Feels like watching a closeted browser tab slowly fill itself with yaoi, sissy captions, femboy porn and then pretend it’s just a phase, while your hand already knows the truth.

Your brain ever feel too horny and too smart at same time? This game is kind of like that moment when you’re in bed, phone in hand, porn already boring, and you think “ok, what if I could just program my own dirty memory and fuck inside it?” The main guy here actually does that. He’s this clever, kinda pathetic inventor, surrounded by hot women who treat him like the nice guy who helps with homework, not the guy they ride until their legs shake. He builds this Dream Viewer thing that lets him store memories, twist them, play them back, and even create new ones that feel so real your body literally reacts. The story keeps jumping between “normal” sci fi visual novel talk and “oh shit she’s actually moaning my name while I rewrite her memory so she begs for my cock.” It feels wrong in a way that’s very, very right.

What stood out for me is how the game lets you slide into intimate scenes like you slide into DMs after a few drinks. One moment you’re talking about memory science and weird tech stuff, the next you’re in a lab sequence where the girl is locked into the Dream Viewer, eyes half closed, breathing fast, and you’re choosing what to feed into her brain. You don’t just click “sex scene” and boom, porn. Instead, you pick what she remembers, or what she thinks happened, and then watch her body react in the animation. There’s this one scene where you push a shy girl’s “first kiss” into overdrive until she’s gasping and grinding against the chair, nipples hard through her top, and it’s all under the excuse of “experiment.” Felt slightly fucked up and that’s exactly why it worked for me. It’s not all perfect though. Some conversations feel like they were written by a guy who knows how computers work but never heard real people flirt. The pacing sometimes drags in the middle when you just want to push someone into the device again and instead you get a bit too much “world building” that nobody is reading with one hand in their pants on. Also there’s this minor sound effect during one of the earlier dream loops that repeats in this tiny annoying way, like a soft click, and after I heard it three times I couldn’t unhear it and then the whole scene had this background “tick tick tick” that drove me slightly crazy. Still kept going, obviously.

What actually hooked me is how the dreams mix with reality until you’re lowkey doubting what is real in the game and what is edited memory. There’s a moment where the protagonist replays a memory with a girl in his bed, changes one detail, and suddenly she’s the one climbing on top, grinding slow, whispering dirty shit in his ear that you know never happened for real. The animation there is slow and sticky, hips rolling, thighs squeezing his sides, her hair falling in his face, and it all feels like something you’d replay in your own head later when you’re bored at work. Then later, she talks like that memory is real and you’re just sitting there thinking “wait, did we just gaslight this woman into remembering a blowjob she never actually gave?” Sexy and messed up. Also, some scenes go full sci fi fetish, with lights, cables, soft machine noises and a girl in almost nothing, arching her back as the device pumps a perfect fantasy into her mind. It hits that vibe of VR porn but nastier, because it pretends to be emotional and then slams you with pure raw sex. The gallery is nice for quick hits, but the real fun is when you’re crawling through the choices, slowly turning each beautiful woman from “out of your league” into “completely addicted to the dreams you create for her,” and maybe into something even more dangerous that I absolutely won’t spoil, mostly because I’m still not sure if I liked that turn or just got horny in spite of it.

Office was dead quiet when I opened this in a side tab, pretending to be “checking Tableau dashboards”. Yeah, sure. This is not a numbers game, unless you count cup sizes like I do. The whole thing spins around this girl, Luna, who starts off feeling pretty average, kind of lost in routine. Nothing special on paper, basic student life, but the fun part is how quickly her “normal” becomes totally fucked in the best way once she finds that weird little shop. It feels like someone mashed a comfy slice‑of‑life VN with a horny growth spreadsheet, then forgot to clean up the formulas. You click through dialogue like usual, but every potion choice is basically a data point in a very perverted line chart. Tits go up, ass goes wide, clothes stop respecting physics, and you keep thinking “ok, that’s enough” then push one more increment anyway.

What I liked is how slow the ramp is at the start. The first time her bra feels tight, it’s described so plain and small that my analytics brain instantly went “ah, baseline shift detected”. Then suddenly she leans over her desk, button strains a bit, roommate notices something is off, and you realise, oh, we’re actually doing a full time series here, not just one jump cut. It’s a visual novel, sure, but it feels like a growth sim hiding in VN clothes. You pick ingredients from the shop that sound half harmless, half cursed, mix them up, and there’s this little thrill when you click to the next scene like you’re refreshing a dashboard after changing filters. Some routes keep it modest for a while, like she’s just getting a bit more curvy, more confident, still fitting in public transport seats. Other times, if you go greedy with the recipes, she turns into walking fanservice and the story doesn’t even pretend to be realistic anymore. Which is fine. We’re already in “magic boob lab” territory.

I got irrationally annoyed by one tiny thing though: sometimes the dialogue repeats her surprise again and again, even after you already boosted her three times with the same potion. Girl, you watched your ass grow out of two pairs of jeans already, you are not “confused” anymore, you are running A/B tests on your own body. At least it feels that way. Still, there is this nice, guilty pleasure vibe when she looks at herself in the mirror and you can tell she is half scared, half turned on. That kind of scene hits harder than the big “wow huge now” moment for me. Also, the game quietly tracks your choices in the background like some horny analyst, feeding you different little reactions depending what path you push her toward. I kept thinking of it like a perversion funnel: start with mild curiosity, end with her filling doorframes and pretending this is still a normal student life. And yeah, I know I should have been doing pivot tables in Google Sheets instead of watching a fictional girl outgrow every outfit she owns, but honestly, watching those curves “trend upward” felt more satisfying than any quarterly growth report I ever made.

Lewd Island feels like somebody mashed together a trashy reality show, a fucked‑up Saw movie, and an otome game made by a pervert who actually understands sexual tension. You land on this “paradise” that looks like every cheap travel ad on Instagram, only here the palms hide cameras, the cute bungalows have more locks than sense, and every smile from a hot guy might be scripted by whoever is watching. The game really wants you to be horny and paranoid at the same time, which is funny, because half the time I forgot about the horror part and just wanted to drag one of the guys behind a tree and see how far the scene would go. Then suddenly some random line about missing girls or creepy surveillance hits and you’re like, oh right, someone might actually die here, cool. The mood flips fast, from beachy flirting to “oh shit, did I just help a murderer” in one click, and I kind of loved that, even when I hated it.

What I liked most is how the guys are written like they’re all hiding porn tabs behind their eyes. One looks like the chill vacation fling type, easy smile, sun‑kissed skin, that whole thing, but when the camera angle lingers a second too long on his hands holding your wrist, you feel there is something off. Another one acts like a gentleman, polite, protective, and then he starts talking about how the island has its own rules and your panties basically write their own will. The sex scenes, when they finally pay off, are pretty explicit, not that soft fade‑to‑black bullshit. There is tongue, sweat, rough grabbing, a bit of desperation, and the CGs really push the “we’re being watched” fetish. Sometimes you are literally mid‑fuck and there is the feeling someone might be replaying this later and judging your choices, and if you are into humiliation or exhibition vibe, this hits hard. If not, it’s still hot, just slightly uncomfortable in the right way. I only wish they let you be nastier in dialogue; the game teases you with dirty talk, but sometimes the options feel too tame when you want to straight up tell a guy to choke you on that sunbed and leave marks. Also the text box is a bit chunky in some scenes and it annoyed me for no real reason, but I kept staring at it instead of the dude’s abs, which is a crime, honestly.

The detective part sneaks up on you. You think you are only choosing who to flirt with under the palm trees, picking cute answers like in any dating sim, then suddenly your “who do I kiss” choice becomes “who do I trust not to gut me while I sleep.” There are little clues in the way they react when you touch certain topics, like previous guests, missing belongings, the rules of the show, stuff like that. I got totally stuck stalking the same conversation log in the menu because one guy repeated a phrase word‑for‑word and it creeped me out more than the bloody stuff. And while the story pretends to be super serious psychological thriller, it is also just porn with plot, and that’s fine. You will make choices that ruin people, you will get off on scenes that feel wrong, and sometimes you’ll laugh because a moan sounds like something from a cheap hentai clip you forgot you left open in another tab. Best way to enjoy it is to actually lean into that tension: save often, tease every route a bit instead of locking in too early, and don’t rush to the first sex scene. Let the guys simmer, poke at their secrets, and when things finally explode against that pretty tropical backdrop, it hits a lot harder, in every way that matters.

Monotony is kind of the secret fetish of this game, which sounds boring, but it actually hits harder because of that. You start as this tired guy whose life is just work, sleep, repeat, like everyone doomscrolling Twitter and pretending it’s fine. Even his dreams are stale. That detail I really liked, because it feels like when you have the same porn tab open for days and you’re not even horny, just on autopilot. Then he finally gets this Linker thing and plugs into New Heaven, and suddenly the dull, gray routine cracks open into this huge fantasy MMO world that is way too clean and way too horny to be healthy. On the surface it is just another big fantasy playground with swords and magic and way too many good-looking NPCs, but the way it treats identity is what caught me. The game constantly asks, silently, "Who are you when nobody outside is watching, and the only punishment is some numbers changing on the screen?" You can be kind, a manipulative bastard, a clueless himbo, whatever, and the game actually locks you into one of those personality types in the background. You feel it when a girl reacts to a joke that would have landed with someone else, or when a scene just never unlocks because you were too much of a dick three hours ago. Or maybe it was five, I lost track. Funny thing, the game is obsessed with tracking you, even when the main character tries to forget himself.

The girls are not just walking hentai scenes, even when they very obviously are. Some of them feel like classic eroge archetypes, like the proud elf who has way too much armor missing, or the sweet support mage who blushes so hard you start wondering if her cheeks will unlock their own stat page. But then you talk to them for a while and their stories start biting back. I had one scene where I failed a minor speech check because I picked a smug reply earlier in the day, and it locked me out of comforting her after she messed up a raid. It sounds tiny. It pissed me off for like ten minutes. That bitterness made the later sex scene with her feel less like a reward and more like two slightly broken people using each other as a save point. And yeah, the erotic stuff is pretty direct. Boobs are everywhere, thighs framed like artworks, kissing that drags on way too long in a good way. The custom animations lean into slow build, hips grinding, little touches that last a bit longer than you expect, and then sometimes they rush a climax like someone got nervous. It is not polished porn, you can feel the creator experimenting. I had one encounter where the MC is trying to keep his cool while getting a handjob in a public fantasy tavern corner, and you can still see his mind floating back to his shitty job in the real world for a single line, then snap right back into her fingers squeezing a bit too tight. That flicker between fantasy and that empty room he wakes up in is what stuck with me more than the cumshots. Though, to be fair, there is a lot of cum. Maybe too much. Or not enough. Hard to say.

Lustful Years feels like reading someone’s dirty secret diary that accidentally got really long and really self-aware. You’re inside this young woman’s life while she stumbles through relationships, flings, “this is just casual, right?” moments that aren’t casual at all, and way too many scenes where she ends up on her knees before she figures out what she actually wants. It starts pretty soft, flirting and awkward tension, those little choices like “do I stay for another drink?” or “do I text him back?” and then you blink and she’s got her lips wrapped around some guy’s cock in a bathroom, trying not to make noise while her internal monologue is still going on about trust and love and all that shit. I like that, actually, that the erotic stuff doesn’t feel like separate scenes but like the same messy timeline where one stupid choice at a party can lead to her waking up sore between two warm bodies and wondering if she secretly loved it or secretly hates herself. The game doesn’t hold your hand, it just throws you into her head and expects you to be ok with how horny and insecure and selfish she can be.

The visual novel flow is the usual click-next thing, but it has that annoying habit where you misclick and skip a line you actually wanted to read, and of course there’s a “history” button but I never used it because I am stubborn. Sex scenes come out of conversations that feel a bit too real sometimes, like that moment when she finally stops pretending and just pulls his pants down, holding his cock with this weird mix of hunger and doubt, and the text is describing the taste and the warmth of his precum while she’s thinking if she’s doing this to feel loved or just not feel empty for a second. One route I took, she tried to be all romantic and “wait for the right moment,” and I still somehow ended up with her legs pushed open on a couch, panties half-off, moaning while he fucks her quick and rough because they “don’t have much time.” It’s hot, yeah, there’s detailed oral, messy swallow scenes, him thrusting into her pussy with that wet sound you can almost hear, but between the lines you can feel how fragile she is, or maybe I’m just projecting because I play these games instead of touching grass. Anyway.

What I really liked, then didn’t like at all, is how the choices about relationships are mixed with the choices about sex. You say something small like “I trust you” and three scenes later she’s on her knees again, gagging around his cock, tears in her eyes, and the narration is describing how she forces herself to take him deeper because she wants him to see her as “good enough.” It’s extremely erotic, yeah, but also kind of depressing in a way that turned me on more, which is probably not healthy. There are also sweeter paths, where a slow build-up leads to a tender blowjob on a bed with soft breathing and her fingers tracing his thighs, or a first time where he actually asks if she’s ok before sliding inside, and she moans anyway and grabs his back because “yes” is already obvious. The game pretends to be about love and heartbreak and all that romantic stuff, but the parts that kept me clicking were when she’s half-naked, hair a mess, lipstick smeared, mouth full, or riding someone with her nails digging into their skin, and afterwards the story tries to talk about consequences like we didn’t just spend five minutes reading about how warm it feels when he finishes deep inside her. At some point I forgot which route I was even on, I just followed whatever choice felt nastier, or softer, or just wrong for her, and watched the years pile up like empty glasses on a table.

This thing is such a weird mix that it already feels like a party game I’d pull up on my laptop when everyone’s a bit too horny and a bit too shy. It’s basically you, your dick, and 2B pretending to be your chaotic life coach while rubbing your brain with “48 Laws of Power” and rubbing… other stuff too. She’s not the quiet, stoic android from the original game here, she talks more like some slightly unhinged, overconfident camgirl who read one self help book and now thinks she’s your personal mentor. Half of the time she’s quoting Robert Greene, the other half she’s teasing you about how easily distracted you are by her thighs. And she’s right. The text jumps between “here is how to play power games in conversation” and “ok, now edge for me until the next law.” Very educational. Very stupid. Very hot.

What I really like is how unpolished it feels, in a good way. Some lines read like the dev typed them at 4 coffees in, no editor, just raw horny brain. There’s this one moment where 2B is explaining something about controlling how much you talk in a social situation, then the dialogue box suddenly shifts and she calls you out for clicking too fast and “not actually absorbing shit, just scrolling for tits.” I actually laughed and then, of course, slowed down like a good goon. The porn scenes are not subtle at all. She leans hard into the classic “I’m above you, but I’ll reward you if you obey” thing, with simple 2D art that really loves her ass and those legs. No pretense, no artsy metaphors, just “here is your android mommy dom reciting power strategies while making you ache.” Sometimes the pacing is all over the place: you get two laws packed tight together, then suddenly a long teasing stretch where she just keeps you on the edge and repeats similar lines, and I started thinking about what I needed from the grocery store. Then she dropped a line about “weaponizing silence in conversation” while telling me not to touch myself and I was suddenly paying attention again. The sound is mostly minimal, but the tiny clicky effects on choices and the occasional moan feel almost too loud, like when Pornhub starts an ad while you forgot your speakers are up. I wish there was more music variety, but honestly, I also kind of like the quiet, like she’s coaching you one on one in a hotel hallway at some anime con and you’re just praying nobody hears. It’s dumb, horny, and kind of helpful in a way that would make any serious therapist cry, and I’m absolutely going to “practice my social skills” with it again.

There’s this thing the game does right away that I actually respect: it doesn’t pretend you’re a hero. You’re just a messy, horny, slightly broken person thrown into a gothic hellhole where every shadow either wants to kill you or fuck you or both at the same time. The “survival horror” part actually matters, not just in the jump scare way, but in the “ok, if I follow my dick here, I might end up chained to a wall with some demon girl sucking my soul out through my spine” way. First time I got that “choose to hide or follow the moaning” prompt, I obviously followed the moaning. Of course the corridor was lit in that sick red and the sound design was wet as hell. And yeah, it was worth it, but I walked away from that scene with my health wrecked, sanity lower, and a mark on my body that keeps showing up in later scenes. That mark is like this little dev note written on your skin: “you’re horny, I know, you will suffer for it.” Sexy punishment, basically.

What I really liked is how it lets you lean into being submissive, dominant, or that chaotic horny survivor that just flips depending on who’s in front of you. One moment I’m pinning a possessed priestess to the altar, hand at her throat while she’s whispering this prayer that sounds more like begging for dick than religion, and the very next route dump I’m the one on my knees in some filthy crypt, forced to “pay” a demon guard with my mouth so he lets me pass. It’s not just “pick dom option, get dom scene” either. If you act like a ruthless bastard earlier, some characters remember that and push back. I had a run where I kept choosing the arrogant, aggressive replies and finally one of the demon twins snapped, took control mid-sex scene and basically used me like a toy until my character passes out. That reversal felt earned. Annoying and hot. Like a bad ex that knows your buttons too well.

Small thing that irritated me: the text choice boxes are too close to the bottom and on Chrome mobile I kept hitting the damn navigation UI when I just wanted to pick the option about biting the nun’s thigh. It pulled me out of the moment every time but I kept playing anyway because the pacing of sex and horror is like watching a slow car crash in latex. Half of the nudity is filthy, sweaty, scratches-on-your-back kind, but then you get this scene in a candlelit library where a demon boy with white eyes reads your mind while fingering you under a table, and you forget you were even supposed to be scared. Or bisexual tension hits out of nowhere: you walk into a ritual chamber, there’s this couple, one demon, one human, and instead of choosing who to fuck, the game lets you slide right into a threeway that still somehow keeps the occult vibe going. I kept telling myself “ok, this time I’ll actually try to survive, not just chase every hot body,” then the UI pops a new corrupted choice in red text and, of course, I click it like an idiot. And the worst part is that the game knows. It keeps asking what you crave, like some smug supernatural therapist who gets paid in your orgasms and bad decisions.

There is this strange, heavy feeling when the game opens, like walking back into an old porn folder you forgot, but someone has replaced all cheap hentai with something that actually stares back at you. You are this ancient thing, Iraáil, a vampire god-thing, whatever, but tired as fuck. Not the sexy edgy teen vampire tired, more like “I’ve seen too much blood and too much bad sex and I’m bored of both” tired. The game sits you in that mood right away. You’re not chasing girls in school uniforms, you’re walking into the ruins of your own family, and everyone in it either wants to fuck you, kill you, or cry when they see you, sometimes all three in same scene. The writing leans hard into that mix of horny and awful. One moment you are licking blood off someone’s throat while their lover watches and shakes, half terrified, half desperate to be next, and the text lingers on the taste, the smell, the way their body softens under you. Then, in the next line, it hits you with “this is your child’s descendant” and suddenly your dick and your conscience are in the same small coffin.

What got me is how the erotic scenes never feel like they are in a separate folder from the rest. You make a small choice, like putting a hand on a shoulder instead of around the throat, and three scenes later someone is either on their knees for you, or sobbing and calling you a monster while still grinding against your leg. The game keeps score in this weird fear and love way, but it never throws a big popup, it just quietly warps how people look at you. There was this one moment where I chose to be “gentle” with a worshiper in a temple, just to see what the soft option looks like. It still ended in cum and blood on the floor, but the whole vibe flipped. Instead of them begging you to hurt them more, they were whispering that they missed you, like some fucked up immortal ex, and I actually paused, alt tabbed to Spotify, changed the playlist, came back and just stared at the text like “why am I sad with my pants down.” And the horror parts, they are not jumpscares, more like that slow “oh, I really did those things, huh” realization. When your progeny strips for you, showing bite marks you gave generations ago like holy scars, it’s hot in that dirty, stomach twisting way. You want to click further, you also want to close the browser and go touch grass. But you don’t. You pretend you will be kinder this time, then pick the cruel dialogue anyway, just to see how deep the rabbit hole of this fucked up immortal soap opera goes. The game remembers. The characters remember. Their bodies remember you most of all.