CheckedIn looks at you like that hot HR manager who says company rules are important, then spends the whole meeting eye-fucking you. You start as the new guy at this fancy hotel, still smelling like cheap deodorant and hope, and everyone acts professional for maybe five minutes before the flirting goes straight into “this is gonna ruin someone’s marriage” territory. Half the women have a ring or “taken” in their bio, and about zero of them act like that actually matters. It’s not subtle. You’re walking through the lobby and the married receptionist is licking her lips around a pen, leaning over the desk so hard her tits are basically a physics experiment, and the game just goes “yeah, this is fine, keep going.” And of course you do.

What I liked most is how work is just an excuse. On paper you’re doing shifts, dealing with customers, checking in guests. In reality you’re checking how fast you can get into your coworker’s mouth in the staff room without anyone walking in. You’ll be in a “serious” talk with your older manager, her blouse too tight, bra slightly visible, and the conversation somehow drifts from schedules to how long you can last with her on her knees. There’s teasing everywhere: a milf guest “accidentally” dropping her key card and bending over slow, a colleague comparing room service tips while staring at your crotch like it’s part of the menu. One moment you’re clicking through normal dialogue, next moment she’s under the desk, your character trying to talk about towels while she’s sucking him off, and you’re just sitting there thinking, yeah, this is exactly how hotels should work. The art has that AI smoothed look sometimes, but those huge tits in tight work clothes and fat asses under pencil skirts still hit way harder than my Instagram explore page. I kept zooming in on stupid stuff like stockings bunched around thighs, lipstick slightly smeared after a blowjob, tiny things that make it feel less like a sterile porn gallery and more like you actually messed someone up behind a locked door. And still, that tiny font on one menu drives me crazy and I keep forgetting which option I clicked, but whatever, nobody’s here for UX design.

What caught me off guard is how the “cheating” part isn’t just flavor text. The game really leans into it. You’re not just flirting with single chicks who pretend to be bad. You’re lining up late-night “meetings” with someone’s wife in a hotel corridor that looks way too quiet, kissing her while she nervously checks her phone, then pushing her against that beige wallpaper and pulling her panties aside because her husband is “out of town.” Sometimes you’re doing oral on them, sometimes they’re giving you head in a guest room that was supposed to stay empty, sometimes it turns into something that almost looks like romance and then the game reminds you she’s going home to another guy. That mix of dirty and kind of sweet is weirdly good. And yeah, there’s humor too, like a coworker cracking jokes while basically flashing you on purpose, or a scene where you’re supposed to be fixing a problem with a guest and end up buried between her thighs instead. It’s messy, horny, not pretending to be deep, full of big tits and big asses squeezed into “professional” outfits, and half the time you forget you’re doing any hotel job at all. Which, honestly, is probably the point even if no one says it.

Future matriarchy, soft boy protagonist, and a city where every woman looks like she could bench press your car and then sit on your face just because she feels like it. That is the vibe here. You play this cute, kinda pathetic in a hot way, guy tossed into a world where women run everything: government, corporations, street gangs, even the damn coffee shop. Men are treated more like pretty pets than equal partners, and the whole game pushes you to ask if you are fine being a pampered little slut or if you actually want to risk all that comfort to change anything. It sounds heavy, and sometimes it really is, but then it throws in a dick joke or a ridiculous dialogue choice and suddenly you're laughing while getting choked by a girl with biceps thicker than your thighs.

The core of it is pretty simple to explain, but it does not feel simple when you play. You talk, you choose, you grind stats, relationships shift, and your past choices come back when you already forgot them. Like that time I thought it was funny to tease a futa officer about her uniform being “a bit tight in the crotch.” Three scenes later she had me on my knees in a storage closet, one hand on my hair, reminding me exactly what I said and giving me a “punishment lesson” in oral that lasted way longer than I expected. If you lean into submission, women treat you like a living sex toy: collars, leashes, public humiliation, being paraded around by a muscle girl who casually flexes while your mouth is busy on her. If you try to push back, you get a different kind of heat: power struggles, angry kisses, rough sex where you suddenly realize you are not as in control as you thought. The incest angle pops up too, and it is not shy. There is that fucked up mix of “I know this is wrong” and “I want her to ruin me anyway” when your own family member corners you in your room, presses you against the wall, huge tits in your face, asking in a soft voice why you always look so cute when you are scared. The game never lectures you about it, it just lets you walk straight into that moral swamp and then wallow.

What surprised me is how often the game lets you be kind of romantic and filthy at the same time. One route, I played as this loyal, slightly confused guy who keeps falling for strong women who could literally snap his neck. There was this muscle girl who starts as your bullying personal trainer, always calling you “weakling” and making you do push ups while her cock print is right in front of your nose. Later you share this quiet rooftop scene where she awkwardly admits she likes that you do not run away from her size, then five minutes later she is riding your face so hard the world goes blurry and you can hear neighbors from the next building complaining. The tonal whiplash actually works. One moment you are in a silly dating sim argument about who pays for dinner, the next she is making you lick her sweat off her abs after a workout because “a good boy should not waste protein.” It pretends to be a sandbox, and sometimes that just means you wander around talking to weirdos, getting dragged into scenes with traps in cute outfits or mature women with big asses who use you like a toy and then send you a heart emoji on some fake in-game messenger app that looks suspiciously like WhatsApp. The game laughs at you in little ways: your character model is always a bit too pretty, the dialogue sometimes calls you out for being horny, and the moral questions are never neatly solved. You can join the dominant system or try to tear it down, but either way you are still sucking someone’s cock in a back alley at some point, and the game knows it and kinda winks at you. There is a nasty honesty in that, even when the pacing is all over the place and a few scenes feel like the writer just got distracted and threw in another blowjob. I got annoyed that one route locked me out just because I refused to kneel once, but then the next day I was back, trying again, because I wanted to see how far this cute little femboy could go if he stopped resisting and just let these terrifyingly hot women own him completely.

Library Desires is exactly that kind of filthy slow-burn that pretends to be “about books” for like five minutes, then your dick is out and you forgot what you were even supposed to be reading. You’re this dude who goes to a quiet library that is absolutely not quiet, because every girl in there has some weird secret going on, and half of those secrets involve you getting your hands all over them when nobody’s looking. The vibe is kinda cozy and kind of fucked at the same time. One second you’re turning pages, the next you’re pressing some flustered librarian against a shelf, fingers sliding under her skirt while she tries not to make a sound. Whole game loves that “we could get caught” feeling. The groping scenes in the stacks hit way harder than they should. You get those animated loops where a girl twitches when you grab her ass or sneak your hand under her shirt, and the tiny movement in her hips is way more erotic than some full-on porn pose.

What I like most is how the story keeps pretending there’s some big mystery going on, and you’re actually falling for it while also trying to see which girl you can corrupt harder. There’s this strange thing with monster girls showing up in the middle of all the “normal” romance, and it somehow fits. One moment you’re teasing a shy bookworm, guiding her hand to your crotch under the reading table, and in another route you’re dealing with something with horns and a tail who acts like she owns you but you actually end up dominating her instead. Choices matter in a messed up way. You say one wrong thing and suddenly there’s some NTR twist where a girl you were slowly training to be your little library pet is moaning for another guy in a side route. I hated it and I loved it, and I still clicked it again like an idiot to see the alt scene. The game gaslights you a bit too, like “yeah, you’re in control” while quietly handing your favorite girl to someone else if you get careless. There’s real harem energy if you play it smart though, lining girls up, juggling their secrets, touching one in a dark aisle while another sends you needy messages. I had a whole notes file in Google Keep just tracking which choice locked which scene, and I still managed to lose one perfect teasing route because I picked the “nice” option once. Also, one of the early animated loops reuses the same breathing sound twice in a row and it annoys the shit out of me every single time, and I still replay that scene like a degenerate.

The AI generated CG stuff is surprisingly hot and also a little weird in a good way. Some faces look too perfect, some hands are slightly off if you stare too long, but honestly it just makes it feel more dreamlike, like a horny fever hallucination. There’s this one scene where a girl is pushed against a towering bookshelf, her shirt half unbuttoned, and your hand is sliding up her thigh while text is describing how wet she is getting, and the art has that slightly unreal glow that makes it feel like forbidden porn you shouldn’t have found. The teasing is brutal, too. MC likes to control, to make them beg in whispers: kneeling between the shelves, forced to keep quiet, swallowing you while anyone could walk past. Then in another path the control flips and you watch a girl you thought was “yours” getting used by someone else, while you’re stuck reading it like a loser. I actually left the game open on a background tab while scrolling Twitter because I couldn’t decide if I wanted to reload or just let the jealousy hit me. If you play, don’t rush the skip button. Milk every scene, read the flirting, take the “wrong” choice sometimes just to see who gets stolen from you, and lean into the pervy MC role fully. The library’s packed with secrets; your job is to grope all of them until they break.

This one starts with a tiny runaway mouse boy stumbling into this absurdly huge mansion full of smug cat girls, and the size difference hits you in the face right away. He’s basically pocket-sized compared to their big curves and long legs, and the game never lets you forget it. You’re not “the hero”, you’re the help. Literally. A servant. Cleaning their mess, carrying things too big for your hands, getting shoved around by fluffy tails and thighs that could snap you in half if they got bored. And they do get bored. A lot. The tone dances between cute and cruel in this weird way: one moment a cat girl is rubbing your head like you’re a pet, the next she’s sitting on you just to see how long you can breathe under her ass. It sounds stupid when I write it, but in the actual scenes it lands somewhere between erotic and “wow, I really need therapy”.

The kinetic novel style makes it feel like you’re being dragged through this long teasing session that never quite goes where a typical porn game would go. You’re always under someone’s thumb or paw or ass. There’s lesbian stuff right in front of your eyes, and you’re just there, small and pathetic, holding towels and pretending it’s fine. The girls are all different levels of mean and sweet. One plays the “big sister” role, petting you, warming you against her chest, then casually smothering you with those huge tits while she flirts with someone else. Another is a full-on sadist with a sense of humor, laughing while she pins you with her bare feet and asks if you like being her toy, but the writing gives her these quiet moments where she almost sounds lonely. It’s romance, but twisted. Not hearts and flowers. More like “I might love you, but I’ll still use you as a cushion while I read.”

The giantess angle sneaks up on you when the scale suddenly shifts in some scenes and you really feel how tiny the protagonist is. There is this one bathtub scene where you’re basically like a living bath accessory for a lazy cat girl spread out in warm water, her big ass half submerged, tail flicking, and she makes you scrub her while she casually talks about your future like you’re a piece of furniture she’s planning to keep. It’s hot and humiliating in the same breath. The humor keeps it from feeling too heavy, with little gags about you getting stuck between pillows that are not pillows, or almost drowning under some cat girl’s tits while she “forgets” about you. I kept wanting more agency, but at the same time, the lack of choices fits the whole fantasy: you’re small, they’re not, and the mansion belongs to them. You just exist in their world, a toy that occasionally talks back. And yeah, they tease the idea that even a tiny mouse boy can change things in this house, but most of the time you’re just trying not to get crushed under a horny cat girl who thinks “romance” means sitting on your face because it makes her laugh.

You wake up in this therapy center with your brain feeling like someone hit “delete” on half your save files, and the person in charge of fixing you is a woman who definitely should not be allowed to call what she does “therapy”. Miss Lust looks at your trauma like it’s a puzzle she’s horny to solve, and every “session” is basically her asking “what if we push you just a bit further?” then shoving you off the cliff instead. One moment she’s talking gently about memory blocks, the next she’s got you on your knees, collar around your neck, making you shuffle a deck of cards that decides if you’re going to get your ass stretched, your clothes taken away, or your dignity ripped apart in front of people who should not be watching but totally are. The whole card thing sounds simple until you realize it’s not about winning, it’s about how badly you’re willing to lose. You draw a card, suddenly you owe her worship, or your body gets put on display to some stranger behind a glass wall, or she turns your “normal” male protagonist into this confused pretty sissy who starts to like the high heels way too fast. And you tell yourself “this is fucked up, I’m being corrupted”, while at the same time moving the mouse to pick the filthier option because curiosity is a worse dom than Miss Lust.

The game loves to tease that maybe there is romance, maybe she actually cares, then five minutes later she’s auctioning you off for a “special session” with a futa client who treats your ass like it’s public property while Miss Lust just watches, taking notes like it’s a science project. There is this one scene where you stand naked in a corridor with nothing but a card in your hand, and the rule is that you can’t cover yourself at all while strangers pass by and comment, and one woman stops just to step on your cock with her heel, then smiles like she is tipping a waiter. Then later, Miss Lust offers you a “soft” option with cuddles and vaginal sex that almost feels tender, and the game has the nerve to make that feel more humiliating than the gangbang because suddenly you care what she thinks. There are branching paths that turn you into her obedient slave, her little toy prostituted to other patients, the secret lover she hides behind professional talk, or the broken thing that gets off on being called pathetic while licking her feet. The voyeur stuff gets wild too, like that card that forces you to watch another patient being transformed, stripped, and used by two women and one guy while you jerk under the table, trying not to get caught, and if you fail the check she drags you out by the hair and makes you finish in front of them. It is messy, horny, occasionally weirdly sweet, and then it slaps you with NTR flavor just when you start to feel safe. Honestly I wish there was one path where you just say “nope” and go to normal therapy, but also, I’d never click it.

Fashion Spice looks harmless at first, like one more glossy fetish about models with huge tits fighting for the camera, but the game is way more fucked up and strangely smart about how it turns “levelling” into corruption. You start as this pretty regular guy tossed into the fashion agency circus, and the first “stats” you really feel aren’t your strength or charisma, it’s how deep you let yourself sink into the agency’s filth. Every scene is kind of a choice between staying human or becoming the kind of bastard the agency clearly wants. Except, little by little, the game rewards you more when you pick the bastard options. That’s the eroge style gamification here: the more you give in, the more the world opens, more girls, more monsters, more backstage privileges, more private shows in dark corridors with too much red light and not enough clothes.

What I liked is how the sex is not just thrown in like “ok, you clicked flirt, here’s generic blowjob.” There’s this scene early on with a shy new model, she’s supposed to do a lingerie test shoot. If you play it gentle, you get cute romance: slow undressing, tongue-heavy kissing, hands on her big ass, simple vaginal sex on the studio couch, kind of vanilla but sweet. If you pressure her a bit, flirt right on the edge, the system flags that in background and suddenly later on she shows up in some “special casting” where a tentacle horror from the agency’s basement “sponsors” new talent. That scene is a wild mix of fear and arousal, multiple penetration, one slick tentacle filling her ass while another pushes a toy inside her and she’s still trying to pretend she’s doing it “for the job.” It’s creepy as hell and hot at same time, like the game is trolling your conscience. The horror tag really shows when you realize those moaning, animated loops in the ritual room actually react to your past choices, not just play randomly. There is a lesbian path with one of the older MILF models that is way too short though, it builds up with all that teasing in the dressing room, mutual masturbation in front of the mirror, tongue work, nails on skin, then it kind of rushes to creampie with a guy in the next event instead of letting the girls breathe more. You get oral sex scenes where the girl is half terrified of what the agency will do if she refuses, then a moment later she’s riding you like a porn pro, and the game just shrugs like, “yeah, that’s showbiz, baby.” Choices really change who ends kneeling in a group sex shoot, who ends screaming in some bloody, tentacle-filled backstage nightmare, who actually falls in love, but the mobile UI makes some menus feel like using early Instagram on a broken phone, especially when your log of encounters gets cluttered. Still, you’re tracking “trust,” “submission,” weird occult “devotion” values, but none of that is explained cleanly; you just notice that the more a girl lets you grope her in crowded hallways or suck you off between two catwalks, the more the story paths twist into dark romance instead of just quick porn scenes. I kept telling myself I’d aim for the soft, romantic route, protect the girls, but the moment I unlocked the first full-on monster gangbang under the runway, with tentacles plugging every hole and cum dripping on designer shoes, I forgot all that moral stuff pretty fast. The pacing is like a messy house party where some rooms are chill, some rooms are outright satanic, and sometimes you open a door expecting anal and get a psychological horror cutscene instead. If you want to squeeze every dirty drop out of it, poke at the seemingly “wrong” answers, save before big choices, and never trust a contract that comes with champagne and a smile.

Everyone tells you college will change your life. In this one it changes before you even unpack your damn suitcase. You’re this clueless freshman, half horny, half anxious, dragged into a house party hosted by Devin, the kind of guy who somehow knows everyone on campus by day two. The place is the usual student chaos: solo cups everywhere, some shitty playlist on loop, people grinding in the kitchen for no reason. And right in the middle of it, someone pulls out a bottle and suddenly the whole night turns into one long “how far will you go if everyone’s watching” test. Nothing hardcore at first, just little dares, stupid teasing, that slow, annoying build where you keep thinking “ok now someone is finally going to take something off” and then they chicken out. Or you accidentally click the “wuss” option because your finger slipped on the phone screen and now the whole room is laughing and you kind of deserve it.

The game feels like you’re poking around a messy Instagram story you can actually control. It’s point and click, yeah, but it’s more like reading horny chat logs that suddenly turn into choices you’re not ready for. You creep through rooms, find people alone on balconies, half-dressed in bathrooms, making out in dark corners, and you get that voyeur vibe going strong. Like that moment you walk in on two girls arguing over a dare and one of them is already topless, arms crossed over these huge tits that the artist clearly loved way too much, and you’re just standing there pretending you were totally looking for the fridge. The game lets you lean into that creeping, makes you peek around doors, hover your mouse where you shouldn’t, check a mirror to catch reflections of someone stripping in the other room. It’s a “no actual sex yet” kind of ride, but they push groping and grinding and clothes coming off so close to the edge that you’re basically begging the story to misbehave. There’s romance too, in that messy party way: you flirt with one girl, tease another, accidentally walk in on some interracial couple making out on the couch, and the game just shrugs like “you want to join or what.” And then suddenly it’s asking you to choose who you really want to impress, even though you kinda want them all, because harem brain hits fast when you’re a horny freshman with zero real-life experience and too many options.

What I like is how the text keeps clowning on you. You choose the “smooth” line and the narration throws shade like “wow, you really said that.” The humor is dumb, self-aware, a bit trashy, and the AI CG girls somehow look both cute and a little uncanny at the same time, which accidentally fits the whole awkward college vibe. Big asses in tight jeans, short skirts that are just waiting for some drunken exhibitionism dare, that one shy girl who turns into total chaos when someone suggests stripping for “equality,” and the way the game slowly corrupts your choices. At first you play nice, you’re empathetic, you worry if someone is uncomfortable. Later you’re clicking on options like “keep staring” and “touch her ‘by accident’” and pretending you’re still a good guy. You’re not. You’re the dude who learns the timing of the bottle spins to aim it at the girl you want to undress, the dude who checks the patio window just to catch someone grinding in the dark. It’s messy, horny, text heavy, more teasing than payoff, like one very long party that never quite ends in a bedroom, but you stay anyway because every new spin of the bottle might finally cross that line you want it to cross. Or maybe you just want to see who drops their clothes next. Same thing.

You arrive at this quiet little island full of monks expecting bored chanting, cold stone floors and a lot of “yes, Father, no, Father”. Instead, the first thing that hits you is how every single guy here looks like he escaped from a thirst trap Twitter thread. Big shoulders, heavy robes that don’t hide much, soft voices that sound polite but keep slipping into something way too intimate. They call each other “Brother” and it somehow sounds filthier than if they just said “hey dude”. It’s a priory, sure. But it’s also basically a horny pressure cooker in a fancy library.

On paper you’re just a new scribe, helping build some grand magical tome together, copying runes, learning the rules, trying not to set anything on fire. In reality you’re stuck in this weird fantasy monastery where every study session threatens to turn into something you really shouldn’t be doing next to sacred candles. That quiet, awkward guy who corrects your grammar in the margin? Watch him loosen his collar and suddenly he’s pressing you against the bookshelf, whispering how “the Sisters are always watching” while his hand goes lower anyway. The arrogant prodigy who acts like he knows every spell already? He’s the one who blushes the hardest when you decide to test how much focus he really has during a late night “review”. A simple choice like staying behind to help clean the scriptorium can spiral into a slow burn moment where you’re both standing too close, fingers brushing over the same page, and nobody steps back. Or sometimes it’s not slow at all. Sometimes it’s rough breaths in the dark corner, robes pushed aside, ink still drying on your hands while he grinds against you like he’s been waiting months.

The whole thing plays out like this gay fantasy drama where magic research, religious duty and raw physical need keep crashing into each other. People argue about spell theory in the morning and then end up panting into each other’s necks at night, swearing it was a one time mistake, obviously not happening again, until it does. You get pulled into mysteries about what the priory is really doing, where the powers come from, why some of the Brothers wake up shaking from dreams they refuse to describe, while you’re still trying to decide whose bed you actually want to sneak into. Some scenes are slow and romantic, bodies pressed together while candlelight flickers and one of them admits he’s terrified of losing you. Others are downright filthy, with your back hitting old stone, your robe rucked up around your waist and a big, desperate monk rutting into you like confession is just a suggestion. And it never feels like cheap porn pasted on top of story; the sex grows straight out of all that tension you’ve been building with these guys, one choice at a time, until resisting them just doesn’t make sense anymore.

New semester, new city, new life, right? Except Tokyo in this game feels like it woke up horny and slightly cursed at the same time. You arrive as this pretty normal college guy, bags still half unpacked, already distracted by legs in short skirts on the train and neon lights outside, and then weird shit starts happening. News talks about strange incidents, people whisper, the air feels a bit off, and out of nowhere this mysterious girl shows up in front of you like some kind of fantasy glitch in reality. She looks like trouble and salvation mixed together, and of course your dick is the first part of you that wants to trust her. Classic. From that point, it’s less about classes and more about how many girls end up in your bed, on their knees, or under you, while the city quietly goes insane in the background.

The whole thing plays in this third person world but constantly feels like POV when the sex starts. Camera goes right up close when she’s sucking you, tongue sliding over the tip, hand working your shaft, cheeks hollowing, spit shining everything. Then it shifts, and suddenly your view is basically her eyes rolling back while you push deep inside her, hips slapping, skin shining with sweat. The 3D style here is actually weirdly expressive. Not “realistic” in that creepy plastic way, more like someone really liked watching porn in slow motion and decided to make a game out of those frames. Tits bounce properly when you fuck them from below, bellies tense when you shove all the way in and stay there, and when you pull out to have that messy creampie drip out, it looks... sticky enough that you kinda want to pause and stare. I caught myself doing that too long once, forgot what button I was supposed to press next. Not proud, but also yes, a little proud.

What I like is how the harem side sort of grows around you without feeling like a checklist. You go from awkward “hi, I’m new here” chats to having girls in your tiny Tokyo room, panties half off, trying to keep their moans quiet because the walls are thin and the neighbor probably already hates you. One moment you’re talking about homework, next moment she’s on your lap, grinding on your cock through your pants, whispering that she shouldn’t be doing this and then doing exactly that. Vaginal scenes have this nice rhythm, not just quick pump, fade to black. You can see their faces shift from shy to needy to that fucked dumb look that never gets old. Oral is lovingly animated too, which tells me the dev has their priorities right, even if the sandbox parts feel a little clunky sometimes and the navigation through Tokyo areas is like using Google Maps drunk. Also, romance is here, surprisingly soft at times: hand-holding on a bridge at night, girl leaning on your shoulder, then five minutes later you’re pushing her against the railing and filling her up while the city lights blink behind her. It doesn’t always make sense, some side events feel random, and I swear one of the “mysterious incidents” is basically just an excuse to show a girl in torn clothes, but honestly? When a fantasy setting gives you a warm, wet pussy wrapped around you and a choice to stay in or pull out and paint her stomach, logic becomes a little optional. Tokyo can fall apart, as long as she keeps whispering your name when you empty yourself deep inside her.