Ethan and Ava feel like that couple you see on Instagram and think, ok this is fake, nobody is this in love. But in this game it actually feels real at first. They text cute things, stupid horny things, “I miss your mouth” kind of messages, little inside jokes. You get all of that right in your phone, like you are reading a chat that maybe you were not supposed to see. And because everything is on mobile style, it is way too easy to forget this is fiction and not your own fucked up life. Their sex talk is not shy at all. She sends him “remember how you filled me up on the kitchen counter” and you can feel his dick wake up through the screen. They talk about how she loves when he pushes deep, how she wants him to wreck her again as soon as he comes back, how she can still feel his last creampie when she tries to sleep. It is sweet and dirty at the same time. The kind of romance where you think destiny finally did something right for once. A marriage where love and lust are holding hands and laughing at everyone else. You get lulled into this comfort, like oh ok this is just a horny couple sexting, cute. And then that one message drops from the other woman and the whole vibe just flips.

This “best friend” character hits like a ghost from another timeline. You feel immediately that her place in Ethan’s story is not small. She throws that word “favor” and suddenly every line of text has weight. She knows exactly what she did for him before, he knows, and you as a player slowly peel it away while also deciding how much of a coward or bastard he is going to be. She teases him, not just sexually, but psychologically. She reminds him of that old debt, then adds little pieces of filth on top. A picture that is way too revealing. A message where she describes how she imagines his tongue on her while his wife is in the next room. A “joke” where she mentions sharing him, then pretends it was nothing. And you sit there, phone in your hand, feeling that mix of arousal and “oh fuck this is a bad road” that only this kind of story can give. The netorare angle creeps in slow. At first it is just tension. Then you read a choice like “Tell her no” or “Ask what exactly she wants” and you already know the second option is you stepping into hell. She talks about taking what is “owed” from his perfect little wife too, hinting at situations where Ava is not as safe as she thinks, all through texts that feel uncomfortably possible. One second you are reading Ava sending him a selfie in a tight top, saying she wants his cock buried inside her again. Next second you are reading the friend describing how she would make Ava moan for someone that is not her husband. The sex descriptions when things start to cross the line are blunt. Tongues, throats, asses, messy cum on big tits, no soft filters. Ahegao faces described like “she looks ruined and happy and wrong at the same time.” The corruption is not just bodies, it is that slow slide where Ethan goes from “I can never do this to her” to “maybe just one time, maybe she never finds out” and you are the one pressing the answer. The game makes you complicit in every dirty little betrayal, like fate is not written in the stars but in the stupid horny text you choose to send. And somehow that feels way more dangerous than any high fantasy epic with swords and magic. Here it is just you, your phone, two women, and one favor that should have stayed unpaid.

Finn is that guy in the office who pretends to care about firewalls while actually staring at cameras more than spreadsheets. Cyber security specialist, nice salary, boring job, except his whole workplace is basically one big horny playground because he rigged the system so he can watch his wife, Luna, from every angle. And yeah, the game knows exactly what it’s doing with that. You’re sitting there, in his chair, with a dozen screens glowing, and on half of them Luna is stretching in tight shorts, or showering with the door “accidentally” left half open, or chatting with some dude who smiles just a bit too wide. It’s a voyeur fantasy, but not the usual “secret creepy dude in the bushes” thing. This is your own wife, who actually loves you, smiles at the camera sometimes, then forgets it’s even there and shows way more than she probably should.

Luna is written like that sporty girl you see in Instagram reels: cute, bouncy, kind of too trusting, and always wearing something that clings where it shouldn’t. One moment she’s laughing on the couch in a tank top, sitting on your lap and stroking you lazily while she talks about her day, giving you a messy handjob that feels more like teasing than real relief. Next scene, she’s in the kitchen, licking some cream off her finger in a way that clearly isn’t just about the cream, and of course Finn has zoomed in, watching her tongue in HD while he palms himself. The 3D models do a lot of heavy lifting here; her tits compress realistically when she leans on the counter, her ass has that slight bounce when she walks away, and when you finally get her naked on the bed and slide between her legs, there’s this slow, wet, unhurried vaginal scene where the camera just sits right in the best angle and lets the rhythm speak. Sometimes that same bed is where you fuck her tits, with her trying to keep eye contact, cheeks flushed, your cock sliding between her boobs while she keeps licking at the tip when it pops up. It looks stupidly good and also slightly ridiculous, which somehow makes it hotter.

The game is weird because it pretends to be about “who is stealing money from the company” but half the clues are basically excuses to put Luna in more dangerous, horny situations. You go through logs, check cameras, see her in the gym flirting with a muscular guy who spots her a little too close, his hands “helping” on her hips, fingers pressing in, and you just know this can turn into groping if you push the story that way. Sometimes you do nothing and just watch, her tits bouncing while she does squats, sweat on her back, earbuds in. Other times you nudge things and suddenly there’s a scene in the locker room where the towel slips and she’s standing there completely nude, pretending to be shy but not actually reaching for it too fast. Exhibitionism sneaks in like that, little by little. There are moments where she’s out on the balcony in just a loose shirt, no panties, the city lights behind her, and you watch from the security feed while she fingers herself for you, or for whoever might be watching. Hard to tell, and that’s sort of the point.

It doesn’t stay soft for long either. There’s a whole side of the story that pushes into more rough territory when other men get involved, and it hits that messy space between swinging and full-on cheating. One evening you see Luna on a date she thinks is “just business drinks”, legs crossed in a short dress, and the guy’s hand slowly rides up her thigh under the table. She fakes a scolding look but doesn’t move his hand away. Later, in the car, he’s got her kneeling over his lap, giving him sloppy oral, drool running down her chin while you watch on your phone like a fucking addict, hating it and jerking off at the same time. In another branch, there’s a black coworker who takes the flirting way further, pinning her against the office window at night, one hand on her throat, the other dragging her panties aside and pushing into her from behind. The game lingers on that tight anal scene where she’s gasping, fingernails scratching the glass, torn between pain and pleasure. And you’re there, again, only as a watcher. Sometimes the camera cuts to Finn gritting his teeth and stroking himself while his wife gets filled by someone else, sometimes it doesn’t, which somehow feels worse.

There’s also more tender stuff, surprisingly. Quiet evenings where Luna is on top, riding slow, talking dirty in your ear, promising it’s only you while she grinds your cock inside her and you grab her ass. Then later that same night she’s drunk and giggly, stripping for some “private game” that accidentally is very public because she forgot one camera is always recording. Watching her give a friend a “silly” lap dance that turns into full lesbian grinding, hands under tops, mouths on nipples, then full-on pussy eating on the couch, that’s where the teasing turns into full voyeurism again. The sexual harassment bits aren’t played soft either: a boss brushing too close to her at work, a hand staying a little too long on her waist, then a full-on scene in his office if you let it happen, where she’s bent over the desk, skirt up, panties shoved aside, her trying to protest but moaning anyway. None of it feels safe, and that’s kind of the hook, even when the game pretends it’s about catching a thief. I keep meaning to complain about how Finn types on his keyboard. He just hammers the keys like he’s never seen a PC before and it drives me nuts every time. And then I forget because Luna is on-screen again, half naked, doing something she probably shouldn’t be doing for anyone but you. Or maybe she always was doing it for you and you just lost control of the story somewhere along the way.

Temptation’s Ballad feels like someone took a horny D&D session, removed the shy players, pumped the bard full of slutty energy and then forgot to write a safe word. You start in this medieval fantasy city that pretends to be serious with demons and noble houses and gods and whatever, but the game is very honest about what actually matters: who you’re going to fuck, how badly you’re going to mess up your party’s reputation, and how much property damage your dick (or tits) indirectly causes. It calls itself “fairly linear” but it doesn’t feel stiff. More like a drunk march in one direction where you keep getting distracted by a hot ass in the alley, some half‑clothed monster girl in a tavern, or a noble milf who really needs “help” with her magic circle. One moment you’re trying to act like a real hero, the next you’re getting your face sat on by a smug futa demon who treats you like her favorite chew toy. The story leans on the classic trio of idiots party setup: disaster gay, smug bastard, and something in between that definitely should not be trusted around potions. Their banter is half the fun, because they talk like actual horny people who overshare, tease, flirt too hard, then pretend it was “just a joke” while obviously staring at each other’s bulges. There’s real romance in there, surprisingly soft sometimes, and the game just throws it next to scenes where someone is getting spanked in a backroom while a voyeur peeks through the cracks. It shouldn’t work together, but it does, like putting lube on holy water.

The erotic tone is really on that line between silly and nasty. You get all the classic stuff: sloppy oral, tits used like they’re religious objects, thick cocks that clearly don’t follow standard fantasy anatomy rules, creampies that would absolutely require healing spells after. The city of Axia feels like a sandbox for kinks, even if the main plot is straight like an arrow. You’ll walk into a side scene thinking “okay, just dialogue” and suddenly there is a dommy knight stepping on someone’s chest, or a monster girl wrapping a tail around a guy’s throat while riding him. There’s casual interracial stuff, big black cock jokes thrown in like shitposts, and netorare tension playing in the background when someone’s crush gets a little too cozy with a rival. The game never stops to politely explain corruption or cheating either, it just lets you sit there with that ugly horny feeling in your chest while a character moans another person’s name. Sometimes the pacing is a mess and a really nice emotional beat gets bulldozed by a sex scene with way too much groping and not enough build up, like the writer was afraid to let you breathe. I kinda hate that. I also kinda love it. The soundtrack is the quiet hero here, by the way. Fantasy tavern strings and flutes that slide into slow, bass‑heavy, low‑tempo tracks when clothes start coming off, the kind of music that makes you turn down your volume on Discord because you know exactly what you’re doing. There’s even this one track that loops during a teasing scene where a character keeps grinding on your lap but “won’t let you cum yet” and the rhythm matches the fucking text speed. That little sync made me laugh and then immediately shut up because it actually turned me on. It’s not a classy game. It doesn’t want to be. It’s messy, loud, horny, too obsessed with big boobs and bigger problems, and Axia feels like a place where every summer vacation ends with someone pregnant, corrupted, or tied to a bed. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

Quiet suburb, horny kid, too many secrets for one cul-de-sac. That is pretty much the whole vibe here, and it actually works way better than it should. You play Evan, this college freshman who comes back home and instantly gets trapped between all these older women with messy lives, horny neighbors, nosy wives, girls who pretend everything is “fine” while they are clearly two orgasms away from burning the house down. The game leans hard into that feeling when you sit at the kitchen table and pretend to read your phone while actually staring at the milf in shorts who bends too slow on purpose. It is less heroic fantasy and more “what if Pornhub tab number 7 suddenly got story and consequences.” You go around this nice little suburb and start noticing things: a blouse that “accidentally” opens too much when she talks to you, a shower you can totally hear through the wall, late night sounds in the next room that are definitely not someone watching Netflix. Then it turns into this quiet war of secrets where everyone is cheating on someone or at least thinking about it, and you are right in the middle with a hard-on and too much free time.

What I liked is how horny it is without pretending to be classy. When Evan gets caught staring at a woman’s legs, the game does not turn away, it lets the moment breathe. You get to be a creep, in that voyeur way where you peek through doors or watch from the window, but it feels… believable for a frustrated teen who suddenly finds himself surrounded by lonely wives and girlfriends who are not happy at home. There are scenes where a bored milf lets you get too close while her husband is in the next room, you can see her toes curling on the floor when you touch her, and the game really enjoys the small details like that. If you are into watching first, touching later, this hits. There are early bits where you only see her touching herself in secret, or she “helps” you with a quick handjob that is supposed to be “just once.” Then it escalates, and by the time she is on her knees taking you in her mouth and swallowing like she has been starving for it, you already know she will lie to herself the next morning. The actual sex is pretty raw: messy oral, sloppy spit, thick creampies where you stay inside too long, her squeezing your hips to keep you buried so deep that you feel almost guilty. Almost. Some scenes even play around with feet in a way that surprised me: not a fetish lecture, just her lazily working your cock with her soles while she smokes and looks bored, like she has done this a thousand times and you are just another bad idea. It is kind of hot and kind of depressing, and that contrast makes the whole thing feel more real, like Pornhub and a sad indie movie stuck in the same browser tab and refusing to close.