Princess Sarah looks like the kind of girl who should be hanging in some palace gallery, not crawling through mud while a drunk mercenary decides if she’s going to pay for safe passage with coins or with her mouth. That contrast is basically the whole flavor here: fine perfume and rotten back alley mixed in one glass. The game really leans into her being this soft, educated royal girl who keeps getting dragged into situations she is absolutely not prepared for, and the hotter scenes are exactly when your “proper” choice brain fights with your nasty one. On Steam or itch I usually skip long text scenes, but here I caught myself reading everything on the phone in bed, auto forward off, just tapping slowly like some degenerate book club. The writing is simple but weirdly sharp at times, then suddenly clumsy in the next line, which kind of fits her whole fall-from-grace vibe.

The art is the main reason I even clicked it. Sarah’s body is not that plastic “porn gacha” style you see in a lot of browser stuff. She has this soft, almost painterly look, like someone spent real time deciding what her nipples look like in different lighting. Some CGs are insanely on point: her in a torn gown, cheeks wet, eyes half gone, that little royal necklace still on her throat like a joke. Then the next scene you get a weird hand that looks like it belongs to another species. It annoyed me for five seconds, then I was back zooming the screenshot on my tablet in Google Photos to check a tiny detail on her expression. The faces carry a lot of weight here. When she gives in, you can see the shift from panic to that dangerous “maybe I like this” flicker, and those are the moments where the lewd hits hardest. Also the sound is better than it has any right to be. No voice acting, but the moans and wet noises are just crunchy enough in my cheap HyperX Cloud II to make me lower the volume in Discord because I swear someone could tell what I’m doing through background echo. The subtle music loop when she’s trying to act noble at a feast and you know everything is about to fall apart is great, then later you hear a lonely variation of it when she is basically property in a tent. Stuff like that made me keep my headphones on even when I could have muted.

Gameplay wise it is just a wall of choices stacked like bad Tinder decisions, but the game is not shy about punishing you. You pick the “brave” option, suddenly you are half naked in a filthy barn, seed dripping down your thighs because you tried to stand up to the wrong guy. Pick the “coward” option, cool, now you belong to someone you hate and the scenes drag out that helpless roleplay. For example, I tried to keep her as untouched as possible on my first run, always taking the safest path, and I ended up in this weird survival route where she is constantly trading dignity piece by piece instead of one big collapse. On the second run I went full corrupt princess in about five clicks and somehow felt worse, because the game remembers what she was before. Little callbacks in the text stab you with “you used to be” while she is kneeling with a collar on. Consequences actually matter here, not in some number meter on the side, but in how the scenes are framed. Sometimes the same sex act plays completely different depending on how broken or proud she still is. One thing that annoyed the hell out of me: the skip and auto features sometimes jump you right past a line you wanted to savor, especially during longer gangbang setups, and of course there is no rewind, so you are stuck reloading an old save like a pervert perfectionist. Anyway, if you want to squeeze every dirty drop out of it, I’d say play “serious” the first time on PC with a decent screen, read slowly, don’t spam the quicksave like a coward, then go back in a second run on your phone or Steam Deck and deliberately ruin her, just to see how far the writers allow this princess to fall before the world finally eats her.

Vault Wanderer is one of those horny little parody projects that feels like it started as a shitpost between friends on Discord and somehow became an actual game. You play this guy who crawls out of a comfy underground vault into a wasteland that is less about radiation and more about who is fucking who, and with what. The whole thing mixes classic turn based RPG combat with stupid jokes and very explicit scenes that just kind of slam into you out of nowhere. One second you are clicking through some goofy dialogue about bottle caps, the next you are watching a futa raider get her dick sucked in a surprisingly long animated loop while your character pretends he is not into it. The game loves voyeurism like crazy. Almost every location has some “oops I walked in on them” moment, except it is never really an accident and everybody is cool with you standing in the corner jerking off. Or pretending to “research.” The writing knows exactly what it is doing: it makes fun of the wasteland clichés, then uses the same clichés to justify a harem route where every big tits, big ass, wrong-race-for-this-town waifu somehow ends up in your camp.

What surprised me most is how messy but confident the sandbox structure is. You are just dropped on the surface with this point and click map and told to explore, and the game absolutely does not care if you go straight to a lesbian futa bar and stall your “main quest” for two hours doing nothing except footjobs and blowjobs in different outfits. There is real RPG stuff happening in the background: stats, turn based fights, random encounters that sometimes end in actual combat and sometimes turn straight into oral sex scenes if you pick the horny dialogue option. I lost one fight because I was too distracted watching the enemy’s boobs bounce in the attack animation, which is a stupid reason to reload, but here we are. The art is simple 2D CG but the animations have just enough motion to make the scenes feel alive without turning into weird rubber people. Some of the interracial setups are actually hot, then the game drops a joke so bad it short circuits the mood and you kind of hate it for ten seconds, until the next harem scene where three girls are roleplaying “capturing” you and you forget you were mad. The mobile support is oddly good too; I tried it on my phone while half-slouching on the couch with Chrome open and it ran smoother than some serious games on Steam. Sometimes the text spacing gets fucked on smaller screens and nobody bothered to fix it, which annoyed me for like a full minute while I was trying to read a masturbation scene and the last line wrapped in a stupid way, and then I clicked next and forgot. That is basically the whole vibe here: horny, rough around edges, a little broken, but when the wasteland mommy with huge boobs kneels down for oral and the camera zooms in just right, your brain stops caring about polish completely.

This thing looks at you like some horny science experiment gone wrong and you kinda like it. It’s a card game, yeah, but it feels more like running a lab where every “test subject” is a musclebound anime babe who might grow a huge cock, lose some parts, gain others, and then fuck someone senseless with it on the next turn. You’re not just playing numbers, you’re basically designing porn logic. You tweak your avatar until it stops looking human and starts looking like your brain hosting a fetish convention: big tits, shredded abs, soft traps, thick futas, whatever. Then you throw them into card battles where every power-up looks like someone crossed hentai with a biology textbook written by a pervert. One card buffs attack, another triggers a mid-fight transformation and suddenly the cute flat girl on the art is swinging a monster dick, veins and all, and the flavor text is making fun of you for being into it.

What I really liked, and also kinda hated, is how the humor sneaks up on you. You’re there to jerk off, obviously, but the game keeps roasting the whole genre at the same time. You play a “serious” card that explains some pseudo-scientific hormone cascade, and the next card is a joke about “peer-reviewed cock growth.” I had to pause more than once because I was laughing at how stupid and smart it was at the same time, which is not what my dick wanted at that moment. Sometimes it goes too far into clown mode though. There was a combo where I stacked a bunch of transformation effects on my avatar, expecting some epic climax scene, and the punchline was basically the UI shitting on me for min-maxing horny stats like a spreadsheet nerd. Hot, yes, but also I spent ten turns for a meme. And I’ll never forgive how one card icon is like two pixels off center. Every time it shows up I remember it exists and my soul itches and the game never explains why.

The futa and trans content is not just “optional extra,” it sits right in the center of the deck. You’ll see a “normal” girl on one card, then a later version where she’s mid-change, soft bulge pushing against tight shorts, then the full reveal art with a thick shaft, heavy balls, still with that same cute expression like nothing happened. In one fight I triggered a chain where my tanky muscle girl got transformed into a smug futa scientist who then played her own experiment card on the enemy, and the animation was basically her pinning another girl to the lab table and fucking her into compliance while the stats updated in the corner. No fade to black, no shy camera, just full view: tits bouncing, cock sliding in, fluids everywhere, body shaking when the debuff lands. I opened this in Chrome on my main monitor, forgot Discord overlay was visible, and my friend ping popped up right when a futa climaxed all over someone’s abs. That’s on me, but still. The game loves to show off those cum shots like they’re proof of a theorem. You tweak, you play cards, you transform, and in the end the “result” is literally written on someone’s body. And it somehow feels exactly right for this weird horny Frankenstein card lab.

Raven wakes up in Lustein with the kind of hangover you get from reality itself, not from alcohol. She knows three things: her name, that she’s a witch, and that everyone around her is way too horny for a Tuesday that doesn’t even exist. The town looks like some fantasy RPG town you half remember from an old JRPG, but somebody replaced half the NPC dialogues with porn hub comments and cult propaganda. On one corner there’s a prim girl in a hood preaching purity, on the next there’s a slime girl casually jerking off a tentacle beast in an alley, and both scenes feel normal after about ten minutes. The game doesn’t even apologize for it. You walk Raven around, poke your nose into “investigations,” and every lead about the mysterious Order somehow slides into another sex scene, another shady deal, another monster with way too much cock for its own skeleton.

What I liked is that Raven isn’t written like some clueless virgin protagonist who “accidentally” falls on dick every five steps. At first she’s confused, guarded, trying to treat every encounter like a real case file. You’re choosing dialogue options, digging for clues, following rumors about disappearances and strange symbols, but half the clue-givers are masturbating behind curtains or peeping through keyholes when you arrive. The voyeur stuff sneaks up on you: you accept a “stakeout quest,” thinking you’ll watch a corrupt priest meet his contact, and suddenly you’re crouched behind a crate, watching him get absolutely flooded by his own acolytes in a holy-bukkake ritual that looks like a blasphemous version of a Klimt painting. You can stay hidden, stroke yourself with Raven’s gloved hand while the scene unfolds, or reveal yourself and twist the ritual to your own kind of magic. The game pretends it is about an investigation, but it is actually about how far you push her corruption, how much you let Lustein leak into her soul and underwear. There’s turn based combat, sure, but it’s the kind of combat that laughs at normal balance. You’re casting spells that bind tentacles, seduce bosses, or literally masturbate mid-battle to charge a corruption bar that works like mana and moral decay at the same time. An early battle with a raven-headed knight is still stuck in my head: the fight starts like normal, you exploit his weak point, suddenly his armor snaps away and what’s under it could never fit in that plate mail. You can finish him “properly” with fire and hexes, or stun him using a seduction stance that turns the screen into a slow striptease, then ride him until he swears fealty with a mouth full of your magic. There is this absurd tension between “I am saving this world” and “I am absolutely getting railed by it.”

The outfits are not just costumes; they feel like alternate timelines for Raven. You change from a modest witch dress into a shredded leather top and thigh-high boots, and the game quietly adjusts how people react. That prim Order nun earlier suddenly stops seeing you as possible recruit and starts looking at you like potential prey, cornering you later in a side chapel and suggesting “purification” that involves ropes, candles, and her tongue taking a pilgrimage between your legs. Another time I put Raven into a delicate, almost scholarly robe, and went to a monster-infested forest. Bad idea. The tentacle plants there literally respond differently, coiling around her as if they’ve found a rare flower and need to pollinate it from every angle. You’re given choices, but a lot of them feel like you’re only choosing how filthy things get, not if. One quest has you investigating rumors about a masked witch corrupting villagers. Plot twist: that witch is basically you from the future if you dive too far into the hentai logic of Lustein. Fighting her in turn-based battle is weirdly arousing and tragic: magic circles, mirrored incantations, her taunting you with what you will become, then pinning you down with living chains while she pours her “knowledge” into your mouth. The best part is I hated some tiny UI things, like how the log sometimes hides a line you want to reread during a particularly heavy lesbian ritual, and I will complain about this in my head forever, but at the same time, when Raven kneels in a ruined library, covered in monster cum, reading sigils from a soaked grimoire while fingering herself to unlock a new spell, I forget everything else. It feels like those old fantasy paperbacks where the margins are full of notes from some horny reader before you, except now you’re the one writing them on Raven’s skin.