LA: Streets of Sorcery v1.2b
You wake up in a hospital bed, half-naked, half-lost, and some woman in a tight uniform is already yelling at you about “protocols” and “magical violations.” She’s got that kind of face that makes you want to argue just to see her lips move. That’s how this world greets you - no gentle handholding, just a slap of mystery and a hint of perfume. Before you know it, you’re in the Ministry’s investigation unit, poking around enchanted crime scenes and trying not to stare too long when your partner bends over the evidence board. The game doesn’t pretend to be subtle about it either. You’re supposed to notice. You’re supposed to want. And it knows exactly how to feed that want, one teasing smirk at a time.
The cases start simple - missing artifacts, a smuggled charm - but the deeper you dig, the more it all starts to feel like foreplay. Every interrogation is a kind of striptease: suspects squirming under your gaze, your magic brushing against their thoughts, the tension thick enough to taste. Sometimes you get the truth. Sometimes you get a blowjob. Sometimes both. The writing leans into that mix of absurd humor and raw heat, like it knows you’re here for the mystery but stays aware that your hand’s probably not on the mouse for long. The animations are smoother than they have any right to be, and the transitions between dialogue and action scenes hit that sweet spot where you forget it’s a game for a second.
What really caught me off guard was how much control you actually have - choices that twist the story, relationships that grow (or explode) depending on how you play it. One minute you’re connecting clues on a board, the next you’re being pinned against a wall by a sorceress with glowing eyes and a tongue that doesn’t care about rules. It’s messy, horny, and weirdly smart about pacing. Like it knows when to make you laugh, when to make you hard, and when to make you wonder if you’re the real criminal here.
The cases start simple - missing artifacts, a smuggled charm - but the deeper you dig, the more it all starts to feel like foreplay. Every interrogation is a kind of striptease: suspects squirming under your gaze, your magic brushing against their thoughts, the tension thick enough to taste. Sometimes you get the truth. Sometimes you get a blowjob. Sometimes both. The writing leans into that mix of absurd humor and raw heat, like it knows you’re here for the mystery but stays aware that your hand’s probably not on the mouse for long. The animations are smoother than they have any right to be, and the transitions between dialogue and action scenes hit that sweet spot where you forget it’s a game for a second.
What really caught me off guard was how much control you actually have - choices that twist the story, relationships that grow (or explode) depending on how you play it. One minute you’re connecting clues on a board, the next you’re being pinned against a wall by a sorceress with glowing eyes and a tongue that doesn’t care about rules. It’s messy, horny, and weirdly smart about pacing. Like it knows when to make you laugh, when to make you hard, and when to make you wonder if you’re the real criminal here.
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👁 375
★☆☆☆☆
Foster Home for Fantasy Girls v0.3.8_10 octopus part 2
This priest-trainer thing is weird as hell but somehow works? Like, you're this battle-scarred holy man who rolls into some backwater fantasy town ready to "rehabilitate" broken slave girls. The setup sounds sketchy when you put it like that, but the game actually handles the power dynamics pretty well. Your girls aren't just mindless fuck-dolls - they've got actual backstories and trauma that you're supposedly helping them work through. Though let's be honest, the "therapy" involves a lot of spanking and groping sessions that definitely wouldn't fly in any real counseling manual.
The corruption mechanics are solid - you start with these damaged elves and other fantasy chicks who flinch at your touch, then slowly break down their walls through a mix of discipline and care. Wait, did I mention there's a Velma knockoff? Because there totally is, and she's got that whole nerdy-girl-with-huge-tits thing going on. The exhibitionism scenes where you make them show off in public are pretty hot, especially when they're still all shy and reluctant about it. The masturbation training segments get repetitive though - how many times can you watch the same "touch yourself while I watch" animation before it gets old?
What bugs me is the pacing feels off sometimes. You'll spend forever building up this girl's trust, getting her comfortable with basic touching, then suddenly she's begging you to fuck her senseless. The harem management aspect is whatever - mostly just scheduling who gets disciplined when. The POV perspective works well for the more intimate scenes, makes the whole "caring father figure who also wants to rail you" dynamic feel less creepy somehow. Though honestly, it's still pretty creepy. The spanking animations are decent quality, lots of jiggle physics and realistic reactions. Just wish there was more variety in the punishment methods beyond the standard over-the-knee stuff.
The corruption mechanics are solid - you start with these damaged elves and other fantasy chicks who flinch at your touch, then slowly break down their walls through a mix of discipline and care. Wait, did I mention there's a Velma knockoff? Because there totally is, and she's got that whole nerdy-girl-with-huge-tits thing going on. The exhibitionism scenes where you make them show off in public are pretty hot, especially when they're still all shy and reluctant about it. The masturbation training segments get repetitive though - how many times can you watch the same "touch yourself while I watch" animation before it gets old?
What bugs me is the pacing feels off sometimes. You'll spend forever building up this girl's trust, getting her comfortable with basic touching, then suddenly she's begging you to fuck her senseless. The harem management aspect is whatever - mostly just scheduling who gets disciplined when. The POV perspective works well for the more intimate scenes, makes the whole "caring father figure who also wants to rail you" dynamic feel less creepy somehow. Though honestly, it's still pretty creepy. The spanking animations are decent quality, lots of jiggle physics and realistic reactions. Just wish there was more variety in the punishment methods beyond the standard over-the-knee stuff.
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👁 595
★★★☆☆
Lust Goddess
Collect prizes and items in the mail with each battle won, as they will help you evolve your educated fighters. The longer you evolve your warriors, the more their corporal appearance switches. And from "switches", we suggest "that they become supah unsheathing, taunting you endlessly". And, if you can not escape from this headspace these hot hot visuals have pushed one into, the game does include a useful "auto" mode which can perform the top moves, which means it is possible to keep concentrating on your win - or even, you knowthat anything is holding your focus.
Play with the #1 greatest sex game on the planet. Exactly why wait around? It is free-for-all!
Play with the #1 greatest sex game on the planet. Exactly why wait around? It is free-for-all!
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👁 97.3K
★★★★★
NTR Phone Group Volume 2 Chapters 6-11
Rain taps against the thin walls while the weary husband scrolls through endless messages, half-dressed, half-broken, wondering what intimacy even means anymore. His life feels like a loop of swiping, waiting, and pretending that nothing’s unraveling.
Rachel’s fingers hover above her screen, the reflection of her own lips staring back at her like a stranger’s. Every ping becomes a question: how much of herself she’s willing to sell for a little relief.
There was a time when their nights smelled of skin and cheap wine, not silence and guilt. Desire has become digital, filtered, rehearsed, and almost believable.
His phone buzzes with authority, a command disguised as opportunity. He tells himself it’s work, not submission, but the tone on the other end strips him bare.
He praises her professionalism before asking for something softer, something visual. Soon she’s performing for strangers who know her better than her husband does.
It’s a kinetic novel where conversation replaces control, and voyeurism becomes the only power left to the player. Each unread message is a confession waiting to be opened.
AI-rendered art paints her hesitation in soft light, every frame a mix of guilt and hunger. What began as survival becomes exhibition, then addiction.
He blames stress, not the way her scent changes after midnight. Every unread notification feels like a ghost whispering in his ear.
You watch their chats intertwine until love becomes surveillance. Morality dissolves under the glow of the phone screen.
Eddie’s hand moves in sync with jealousy he can’t name. The phone becomes both leash and altar, binding them in digital devotion.
Corruption seeps through every vibration, every image sent too late to take back. Rachel’s pleasure turns into confession, her body learning to crave the gaze that ruins her.
The story doesn’t ask for choices, only endurance. The pace is yours, but the outcome is inevitable.
Every moan sounds like memory replayed on loop. It’s romance corrupted by realism, a love story that burns under the cold light of the screen.
It’s a voyeur’s confession told through AI CGs, chat logs, and trembling hands. It’s not about saving them - it’s about watching them fall, beautifully, completely.
Rachel’s fingers hover above her screen, the reflection of her own lips staring back at her like a stranger’s. Every ping becomes a question: how much of herself she’s willing to sell for a little relief.
There was a time when their nights smelled of skin and cheap wine, not silence and guilt. Desire has become digital, filtered, rehearsed, and almost believable.
His phone buzzes with authority, a command disguised as opportunity. He tells himself it’s work, not submission, but the tone on the other end strips him bare.
He praises her professionalism before asking for something softer, something visual. Soon she’s performing for strangers who know her better than her husband does.
It’s a kinetic novel where conversation replaces control, and voyeurism becomes the only power left to the player. Each unread message is a confession waiting to be opened.
AI-rendered art paints her hesitation in soft light, every frame a mix of guilt and hunger. What began as survival becomes exhibition, then addiction.
He blames stress, not the way her scent changes after midnight. Every unread notification feels like a ghost whispering in his ear.
You watch their chats intertwine until love becomes surveillance. Morality dissolves under the glow of the phone screen.
Eddie’s hand moves in sync with jealousy he can’t name. The phone becomes both leash and altar, binding them in digital devotion.
Corruption seeps through every vibration, every image sent too late to take back. Rachel’s pleasure turns into confession, her body learning to crave the gaze that ruins her.
The story doesn’t ask for choices, only endurance. The pace is yours, but the outcome is inevitable.
Every moan sounds like memory replayed on loop. It’s romance corrupted by realism, a love story that burns under the cold light of the screen.
It’s a voyeur’s confession told through AI CGs, chat logs, and trembling hands. It’s not about saving them - it’s about watching them fall, beautifully, completely.
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👁 70
💬 1
★★★★★
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👁 96.5K
★★★★★
My Heart's Type Paradise v0.02 Demo
You start out broke, horny, and honestly kind of useless. A futa drifter with nothing but a lazy streak and way too much libido, somehow stumbling into this weird-ass job at a place called Paradise. The name sounds cheesy until you realize it’s literally a building stuffed with girls from other worlds - some have tails, some have dicks, some just have that look like they know exactly what you’re thinking before you say it. You don’t do much at first. Walk around, chat, make bad choices. The kind of slow burn that feels like foreplay stretched over lazy afternoons. The world doesn’t rush you; it teases.
The demo’s short as hell, but it’s got this strange charm - like someone’s dirty dream half-coded into existence. You talk to three women (each hotter than the last, in their own freaky way), and there’s one full-on sex scene that goes harder than expected for such an early build. It’s not just the tits or the sweat or the sound of skin slapping - though, yeah, that’s there - it’s how close it gets to feeling personal. You’re not a faceless camera; you’re inside the mess, in first person, every grunt echoing right behind your ribs. The POV work’s filthy and intimate without trying too hard, which is rare for these kinds of games.
What sticks in my head though? Not the sex (well, not only). It’s the weird cozy tone under all that filth. Like a broken rom-com that accidentally grew a pair. You can feel the dev wanted to make something more than just a jerk tool. The characters flirt like real people - awkward, messy, a little too forward - and then go straight into positions that’d break a spine. One girl talks about love while she’s still dripping on your thigh. It’s janky, it’s short, it’s kinda dumb, but it’s got heart. The dirty kind. The kind that makes you grin when you realize you’ll come back for the next update just to see who else moves into Paradise.
The demo’s short as hell, but it’s got this strange charm - like someone’s dirty dream half-coded into existence. You talk to three women (each hotter than the last, in their own freaky way), and there’s one full-on sex scene that goes harder than expected for such an early build. It’s not just the tits or the sweat or the sound of skin slapping - though, yeah, that’s there - it’s how close it gets to feeling personal. You’re not a faceless camera; you’re inside the mess, in first person, every grunt echoing right behind your ribs. The POV work’s filthy and intimate without trying too hard, which is rare for these kinds of games.
What sticks in my head though? Not the sex (well, not only). It’s the weird cozy tone under all that filth. Like a broken rom-com that accidentally grew a pair. You can feel the dev wanted to make something more than just a jerk tool. The characters flirt like real people - awkward, messy, a little too forward - and then go straight into positions that’d break a spine. One girl talks about love while she’s still dripping on your thigh. It’s janky, it’s short, it’s kinda dumb, but it’s got heart. The dirty kind. The kind that makes you grin when you realize you’ll come back for the next update just to see who else moves into Paradise.
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👁 195
★★★★★