Stormbound Hotel feels like someone mashed together a horny ghost story, a dating sim, and that awkward moment when Pornhub auto-plays a video you didn’t exactly search for but you keep watching anyway. You’re the poor bastard who runs this weird, isolated hotel, basically a pretty boy receptionist who accidentally signed a contract with... whatever the hell that thing in the background is. It comments on you, on the girls, on your choices, like a shitty Twitch chat that can read your thoughts. The place looks fancy at first glance, but it has this “you’re not going anywhere” vibe. Doors feel more like rules than furniture. Guests show up, storms hit, secrets drip out slowly, like cum on the floor you forgot to clean. You're supposed to be a gracious host, but the whole building is basically one big voyeur nest, watching everything, quietly jerking off to social tension.

Sara is the first real test. She walks in like a normal guest, soaked from the rain, kind of nervous, kind of curious. Nothing too wild at the start: you offer towels, small talk, that polite flirting where you’re both pretending it’s just normal hospitality, while the camera keeps hanging on her chest and legs longer than it should. She’s got those big soft tits that the game clearly loves to show, clothes clinging when wet, little hints of nipples, this teasing rhythm where you’re not sure if you imagined it. Scenes start tame: a hand “accidentally” brushing her thigh, a joke that’s almost too sexual, her catching you glancing at her boobs through the hotel uniform. Then you get those choice points where the whole vibe shifts. You lean in too fast, she shuts down. Play it slow, she opens up. It’s not subtle exactly, but it feels like the game actually wants you to read her mood, not just mash the horny option. When she touches herself in that lonely room and you watch from the shadows, it’s hot, but also kinda fucked up how normal your character treats spying on a guest masturbating. I liked it. I hated that I liked it. Then I liked that I hated it.

At some point the game starts slipping in more explicit stuff: messy blowjobs where you see her struggle for breath a bit, handjobs where her fingers glide with this lazy, intimate pace, footjobs that come out of nowhere like “oh, we’re doing that now, okay.” The camera loves her feet almost as much as her tits, focusing on toes curling when she gets close, or her sole pressing on your cock while she gives you this half-innocent, half-knowing smile. There’s a scene where she tries a toy in the bathroom, the kind of thing that looks like she brought it “just in case” but the hotel is clearly egging her on. Wet sounds, little gasps, mirror shots, the usual, but the fun part is that you know she thinks she’s alone while the hotel is basically watching every move. It sometimes cuts just before you expect explicit penetration, then later throws a full-on vaginal scene in a place that feels almost too public, with doors not quite closed and the constant risk someone sees you. The sex itself is straightforward: big boobs bouncing, mouth wrapped around you, your hand on her hair, her legs spread on the bed or couch, her bare feet rubbing you until you twitch. It’s not reinventing porn or something, but the whole hotel setup, with this creepy spectator voice and you as this half-trapped, half-lucky host, gives it this strange flavor of erotic pressure. It’s romance, sure, in a broken way. The kind of romance where someone falls in love with the person who keeps watching them when they think they’re alone, and the game pretends that’s almost sweet.

House full of ghosts, but they all look like skinny pretty boys in thigh highs and skirts. That’s the vibe here. You move into this creaky old place after your dad dies, with that weird heavy silence in the walls, and instead of dust and spiders you get these tiny smooth femboys showing up in your room, your shower, your bed, your head. They’re not transparent, they’re not “woo spooky”, they sit on your lap, breathe on your neck, grind on you, but everybody else just walks through them like air. So you’re having this soft yaoi daydream, dick hard, while the neighbor talks about plumbing, and this little crossdressing brat is licking your ear and calling you “onii-chan” even though you’re not related at all and also he’s legally an adult, calm down. The game sort of leans into that mental question: are you losing it, or is this a very specific kind of gay blessing that only you get. And it doesn’t answer. It just smiles at you with another pair of glossy lips and asks if you want to kiss him or make him choke on it.

What I liked is how it swings between horny and kind of sad without warning. One second you’re picking a dialogue option about whether you want to pull his panties aside or make him keep them on while you push inside, the next second he’s asking if you’re scared to end up alone like your dad. The writing is weird, like the dev’s first language was feelings and porn, and English somewhere after that. Some jokes hit, some lines feel like Tumblr from ten years ago glued to Pornhub comments, but it sort of fits. The boys are all petite, flat chests, soft tummies, smooth thighs, and yeah you can tell the art is AI if you stare too long at hands or backgrounds, but honestly I was zooming in on the bulges and the way the skirts ride up when they sit wrong on your face. There’s this one scene on the stairs where your foot clips inside the step a bit, and it drove me insane, like, why that specific angle, why that tiny glitch, I kept thinking about it during a blowjob scene for no reason. Dialog choices actually do matter a little, you can be gentle or trashy, “are you okay?” or “open wider”, and they react in these small ways, shy smile, needy whine, a little blush when you call them “good boy”. Sometimes the pacing drags with too much inner monologue about grief, and then suddenly a petite femboy is riding you raw in your dead dad’s bedroom and moaning your name like it’s a blessing. The whole thing feels like someone’s horny therapy session turned into a visual novel, sloppy at the edges, kind of broken, sometimes really sweet, sometimes just filthy, like when the quiet one sits on your face and pretends you’re not there, “since I’m only in your mind anyway”, while your character is literally gasping into his damp panties. It’s romantic, but also not, but also yes. I don’t know. I clicked every lewd option I could and still felt weirdly soft in the chest after the last route, like I’d just masturbated to my own loneliness in cute thigh highs. In a good way, or maybe not.

Your life imploded because your wife fucked you over in the loudest way possible, and the courts helped her do it. Five years later, you’re older, bitter, technically “free”, and still jerking off to memories of the life she stole. “Whoremonger NTE” drops you right into that headspace. You’re not some anime prettyboy virgin hero. You’re a pissed-off dad with a wrecked past, a dick that still works, and a whole new playground full of people who don’t know who you used to be. The fun part is watching how far you’re willing to push it. You can play it soft at first, like some broken romantic trying to rebuild something normal with shy girls, milfs, even that “untouchable” teacher type. Or you can start taking what you want: use blackmail when you catch someone cheating, twist a horny teen virgin into a slut, let a stressed-out older woman “relax” on your cock, or sit back and just watch first, jerk later. There is a whole lot of teasing before anything happens, and then it just snaps. One route I went from awkward handjob behind the bleachers to her on her knees in an empty classroom, messy blowjob, and she’s the one begging to get creampied, while we both pretend the security cameras are off. Joke’s on her.

The real hook for me is that the game pretends to care about your “soul” while you’re literally corrupting half the cast. There are romance flags, corruption flags, NTR flags, all playing tug-of-war in the background. You catch a girl flirting with some loser? You can walk away, be the “good guy” and maybe get the pure romance later. Or you lean into it, encourage her to cheat, film her getting fucked, and hold that over her. One path had me letting a milf “borrow” my dick because her husband is useless, then on another save I pushed her into lesbian stuff with a younger girl, toys and all, while I was just a voyeur in the corner, dick in hand. The game is not shy: titfucks with both small and huge tits, anal scenes where the sweet girl suddenly loves it rough, footjobs that start as a joke and end with you groaning against a couch, incest tension that goes from “this is wrong” to “ok, just the tip” way too fast. There’s even graphic violence spiking up at weird moments, like the story reminding you this is not some comfy harem VN; shit has consequences, even when you’re balls-deep. And yeah, some scenes drag a bit, like that one long teasing sequence with no payoff where I kept clicking expecting at least a quick handjob and… nothing. Still annoyed about that. But then later the same girl shows up, sits on your lap in public, grinding her big ass on your cock while pretending to help with “homework”, and suddenly you forget you were mad at the pacing. The whole thing feels like someone mashed midlife crisis, school trash drama, gilf fantasies, and dumb hentai humor into one messy save file, then asked you, very politely, how badly you want to ruin everyone.

Amanda’s Temptation feels like watching that one “too put together” colleague slowly realize she’s absolutely not as innocent as she tells everyone. You start with Amanda, late 20s, tidy life, super proper teacher vibe, and she’s getting lightly bullied by her best friend for being single and “too good.” It sounds harmless at first, just joking around about her not getting laid, but the game does this slow, mean little thing where these jokes start to stick in her head. She goes home, closes the door, and suddenly you’re in her alone time where she’s replaying those comments and touching herself while pretending she’s still in control. The whole game hangs in that tension between “respectable adult woman” and “I kinda want to be used like a slut” energy, and some scenes really step over the line in the best way.

What I liked a lot is how the choices hit her inner voice rather than throwing you right into sex from nowhere. You pick if she answers her friend with fake confidence or quiet embarrassment. Then, later at night, she’s on her bed, phone screen lighting her face, some chat, some porn, some memory about a student’s dad looking at her legs a bit too long, and your earlier choices decide what she focuses on. There are moments where she’s trying to masturbate “normal,” like soft romance fantasy, and then one little decision you made before pushes her brain into something nastier. One path she’s thinking about soft kissing, another path she’s fingering herself to the idea of being talked down to and called out for being thirsty behind that good-girl mask. It’s not subtle at all, but her corruption feels earned, not just flipped like a switch. Unless you pick the most obviously horny options, then yeah, she goes downhill pretty damn fast, which is also fun.

As someone who is poly and usually wants games where I can juggle multiple love interests, this one is weirdly personal. You are basically deciding if Amanda goes for wholesome romance or just gives in and lets herself become the “fuck it, I want everything” version of herself. It never fully becomes a big harem thing, which annoyed me a bit, because the setup is perfect for her to explore several people at once instead of a simple “good route / bad route” logic. Still, the teasing hits hard. Her best friend keeps poking at her, sometimes in a flirty way, sometimes almost cruel, and I kept waiting for that scene where Amanda just snaps and kisses her mid-sentence. Depending on choices, you can steer her closer to that kind of thing or keep her more reserved, but even on the more “sweet” path she ends up touching herself a lot, replaying scenes, imagining different outcomes. The art sells it: the slow change in her expressions, the way her eyes shift from shy to hungry, how her body language moves from closed off to “yeah, look at me.” The romance angle is there, but the real kink is watching her lose the comfort of being a “good teacher” and realizing she likes the dirty thoughts way more than the safe ones. The game never pretends that is not hot as hell.