There is this pretty ordinary looking bar game that kind of pretends to be about “business” and “renovation” and whatever, but honestly it is about staring at hot women in tight clothes while pretending you care about paint colors. You play this guy who comes back to his hometown to reopen his dad’s old place, and right away the game starts mixing that “I want to make my father proud” vibe with “I want to fuck basically everyone who lives under this roof”. Very Greek tragedy, if Euripides had a Pornhub premium account. The whole thing feels like a visual novel that accidentally read too much Bukowski and then watched hentai compilations on Twitter. Most scenes are from the hero’s POV so you’re not just watching, you are literally stuck behind his eyes while he tries not to stare at asses and obviously fails. It’s that slow teasing that gets you: brushing against a thigh “by accident”, a too-long hug in the kitchen, a towel slipping just enough when she bends to pick something, the camera angle doing 90% of the work.

The game likes to pretend it’s romantic, and sometimes it really is. There are these quiet moments where you sit with the MILF character on the couch, she talks about regrets and age and the bar’s past, and you almost forget you spent the previous scene with your hand on her ass while she “helped” you clean the counter. Then it goes from emotional to horny in one line of dialogue. You’ll be talking about invoices and suddenly you are in the stockroom, her back against the crates, your hand under her shirt, groping her tits while she bites her lip and tries not to moan too loud because someone might walk by. The animations sell it pretty hard: hands actually squeeze, hips grind, mouths open and drool a bit when they lose control. First time you push a girl to a messy ahegao during a handjob and she looks half broken, half delighted, it’s like some weird crossover between Joyce’s stream of consciousness and “oh shit, she’s actually into this”. The voyeurism stuff sneaks up on you too; one night you wander the house, see a door slightly open, and you can just stand there and watch her on her bed, fingers buried between her thighs, whispering your name while you do nothing but breathe. Or you do something. The game lets you decide if you stay in the shadows jerking off silently, or you step inside and end up with her mouth full of you, warm spit running down your shaft while she stares up, eyes watering, waiting for that mouthful of cum like some bizarre holy communion.

Sex scenes escalate in a way that feels messy and human instead of clinical. The first time you finally fuck one of them, it is not Olympic porn star performance. It starts with awkward kissing, some shy oral where she tries to take you deeper and gags, pulls back with tears in her eyes and then insists she wants it again. You get that clumsy first vaginal sex where she’s still technically a virgin and keeps telling you to go slow, nails digging in your shoulders when you push in all the way. Later she’s riding you on a barstool, panties pushed to the side, your cock sliding in and out while you try to keep quiet because, yes, the front door is not locked. Anal comes in as this “we really shouldn’t” moment after she’s already dripping from regular sex; you spit in your hand, rub her tight little hole, she curses you in that half joking way and then you press in and feel her whole body shiver in the animation. Creampies happen a lot, probably more than is medically responsible. You finish inside, watch the cum slowly leak out of her swollen pussy, sometimes from her ass, sometimes filling her mouth until she gives you that stupid happy ahegao face and swallows with a loud gulp. There’s humour everywhere, dumb jokes about drink names while her hand is stroking you under the counter, flirting that feels like those horny Discord servers where everyone pretends to be ironic and then starts cybering anyway. It’s not subtle, it’s not elegant, it’s just this strange mix of romance, filth, and renovation spreadsheets that somehow works until you catch yourself caring which wall you paint while replaying the memory of her moaning your name in your head.

You start as this broke street rat in some sweaty desert port, basically the guy NPCs normally ignore, and suddenly you’re dragged into rich people drama, horny djinn problems and pirate bullshit in the same week. It’s got that “1001 Nights, but everyone is way too fuckable and nobody is wearing enough clothes for this climate” vibe. One scene you’re shining the boots of some noble with more jewelry than sense, next scene you’re on your knees giving him a blowjob because apparently gratitude in this city is paid in cum, not coin. The story pretends to be epic sometimes, talking about fate of the world and all that, but every third choice is “do you want to fuck them now or fuck them later” and honestly, that’s the better writing anyway. I played it on Firefox, had two other tabs open with porn and Reddit, and this thing still managed to hold my attention more than both, which is kinda embarrassing.

The POV focus actually works nicely here, since a lot of the tension is you stuck right in front of someone’s thighs or under their ass while they decide if they want to use you like a toy or maybe have a deep emotional moment first, then use you like a toy. The muscle girls are the real stars. There’s this tall viking-style shieldmaiden later on who just casually picks your scrawny ass up, pushes you against the mast of a ship and rides you like she’s trying to break you in half. She puts your hands on her abs while she grinds down and you can almost feel that “oh shit I’m just a dildo for her” panic mixed with “yes, more, ruin my pelvis” happiness. Then somewhere else you get a pirate captain with golden eyes and a mean grin who makes you lick his boots before giving you a lazy handjob, like he’s bored, like getting you off is just another chore between looting and murder. The game calls it humor, but some of those scenes are savage. In a good way. Mostly.

What surprised me is how casually it throws you between goofy banter, fucked up fights and then just filth. One minute you’re in a tavern joking with a femboy serving drinks, and he’s teasing you with his bare feet under the table, rubbing your crotch with his toes while still holding a conversation about politics. Then if you push things, you end up on your back in some storage room, his cock pressing against your lips while you jerk him off and he grinds his heel into your chest like he’s pinning you down. And if you’re into guys or futa, the routes feel optional without that usual “haha surprise dick” nonsense. There’s a trap in desert clothes with this playful smile who starts out massaging your shoulders after a rough fight, and before you know it you’re bent over, he’s sliding into your ass and whispering in your ear how good you’re taking it, while your own dick is dripping on the carpet. At the same time, you can go full straight pirate hero and just ruin every pussy in sight, from noble ladies who use you as stress relief to rough mercenaries who make you eat them out after a bloody brawl, with sweat and blood still on their thighs. The violence is not shy either: combat scenes leave people chopped, burned, torn apart, and you can still end up getting a sloppy blowjob behind a ruined wall right after the fight because the adrenaline is high and your companion decides the best way to celebrate survival is to swallow your load. It’s messy, horny, sometimes stupid, sometimes weirdly sweet, and half the time I couldn’t tell if I was here to save the world or just to see how many holes my “hero” can fill in one lifetime.

Elizabeth’s life is already fucked before you even click “next”. Twenty five years married, kids, the whole “good wife” mask, and in like two scenes it all goes straight to hell when Carl lands in jail and the bills start breathing down her neck. The game doesn’t waste time pretending this is a fairy tale. It just throws her into this constant low-key panic where every choice you make feels like, “Ok, who’s she gonna disappoint now, herself or her family?” And yeah, while you’re trying to keep the electricity on, the camera is taking its sweet time on her body. She’s got that thick, soft, very-much-a-mom kind of figure, big tits pushing against too-tight blouses, curves that scream “I don’t go to the gym but somehow I look better than girls who do,” and you feel dirty as hell watching her bend over to pick something up while her son is literally in the next room. It’s got this whole voyeur thing going, like you’re catching all these moments she would never admit to anyone, especially not herself.

What I liked is that the lewd stuff doesn’t just jump out of nowhere. You’ll be going through some boring money talk, listening to her worry about debts, and then suddenly the guy she’s talking to is standing just a bit too close, his hand a bit too low on her back, your cursor hovering over that “let it slide” option just a little too long. And if you choose the horny route, the game really leans into it. There’s groping that feels wrong in that “I should look away but I won’t” kind of way, scenes where she pretends to resist for like five seconds and then melts when fingers slip under her skirt, or when she ends up on her knees trying to “thank” someone for helping with a loan, and the camera just sits there on her lips, spit, that messy eye contact. But the best part is how it knows you’re a creep. Half the time you’re seeing things through half-open doors, bathroom mirrors, cracked bedroom doors. You’ll catch her touching herself quietly after a long day, trying not to make noise because her daughter might wake up, or you’ll watch her change clothes while someone else in the house is clearly awake, and you just sit there like some invisible perv that the game is absolutely enabling. It pretends to be about hard choices and survival and all that, but most of the time, you’re really waiting for the next chance to push her one step further over that line she swears she’ll never cross.

Not Too Refined hits that weird sweet spot where everything looks polite on the surface and underneath it’s just… sticky. You’re in Laurel’s skin, this pretty young wife in a nice, quiet life that feels like it smells of fabric softener and passive aggression. The game doesn’t scream sex at you in the first second, it kind of hums it in your ear, slow, like a guilty thought you shouldn’t be having in the shower. You hear that soft ambient music, a little melancholy, like Spotify’s “late night thinking about my mistakes” playlist, and it sets the tone while you poke around in her daily routine. At first you’re just noticing how her husband is there but not really there, how conversations feel too polite, how the silence between them is louder than any moan in the game. Then the camera lingers a bit too long on her big ass when she bends, or on a hand that rests too close to her thigh, and suddenly the whole mood shifts. It still pretends to be a drama, but everyone’s eyes are constantly undressing her. It’s like those old NTR comics you pretend you don’t read, but here the pacing is slower, more patient, like the corruption is sliding under her skin instead of splashing on her face at once.

The best scenes are the ones where you feel like some kind of horny ghost, watching everything. You get this voyeur vibe when Laurel is trying to be a good wife in public, but the neckline is a bit lower than before, the skirt a bit tighter, and you know half the room is staring at her tits or her ass while her husband is on his phone. There’s a moment where she’s talking to another guy and the sound design does this sneaky thing: the music gets softer and you really hear the wet little click of her lips when she swallows, like she’s already thinking about putting his cock there instead. It’s subtle, then it’s not subtle at all when she’s kneeling later, messy spit on her chin, doing oral that feels more like surrender than fun. The game likes that contrast: soft-lit 3D scenes with this “nice girl” face, while her hand is wrapped around a stranger’s shaft, pumping him like she’s trying to forget her wedding vows on purpose. You can go from a quiet emotional talk with her husband to watching her get her pussy creampied by someone who absolutely isn’t him, and the fucked up thing is the story makes it feel kind of logical. Not wholesome, but like a train wreck you helped build, choice by choice.

What makes it hit harder is how the corruption doesn’t flip on all at once. You can keep her trying to resist, or you can push her into cheating, little by little. A touch that lingers too long. Letting someone grope her in a crowded space while she pretends she doesn’t like it, even though her breathing sound starts to change. A “just once” blowjob turning into her on her knees again, this time outside, half hidden, that exhibitionism rush buzzing in your chest because anyone could look. Sometimes the game goes full interracial kink and the contrast is front and center, his darker hands roaming her pale body, fingers digging into her big ass while she clings to him like she’s about to float away. Her moans get louder, more shameless, and you notice she doesn’t sound like that with her husband. Or maybe that’s just in your head. There’s this gross, delicious NTR tension when you know hubby is nearby or texting her something sweet, while she’s busy taking hot cum deep inside and then walking back home with it still dripping inside her. You get multiple endings too, some where she clings to who she was, others where the “good wife” mask is just gone and she’s this fully corrupted, hungry thing who likes being watched, touched, used. The game is kind of romantic, then it turns around and laughs in your face and gives you a scene where she’s getting railed in a way that sounds like flesh slapping meat in a cheap motel. Honestly I loved the pacing and also it annoyed me because sometimes I wanted her naked faster, but the slow burn makes the eventual groping, the first time she spreads her legs for someone else, the messy creampie you know she won’t confess… all of that feel heavier. Wrong, hot, and a bit too real if you ever stared at a ring on your finger and thought “what if I just break everything tonight.”