You wake up in Rick’s garage, half hungover, pants around your ankles, and he just shrugs and opens some glitchy portal that looks like he coded it while drunk on cheap vodka. Next second you’re dumped into this fucked up version of their universe where everything is familiar but just a bit too wet, too soft, too shiny. The first thing you see is Beth’s ass in yoga pants, bent over the kitchen counter, arguing with nobody because Jerry doesn’t exist here. Or he exists but not as a man. You, apparently, are the stand‑in loser. This world is stacked with huge tits and thick asses walking around like it’s normal, and you’re somehow the only guy with working dick, but the joke is you’re broke, useless and everyone treats you like background noise until you prove you can do more than jerk off in the bathroom.

The game plays like somebody smashed an rpg with a horny sandbox and forgot to clean up the code. You wander around the Smith house, sometimes the dialogue hits, sometimes it looks like the dev wrote it on a bus. Beth flips from “responsible doctor mom” to “thirsty milf ready to ride your face” depending on your choices, and it’s messy in a good way. First time she dragged me into the garage and climbed on top, the camera bugged and her tits clipped into my forehead, looked like I was getting smothered by two balloons full of milk. Still hot, though. Summer is worse and better at same time. She acts like she’s too cool for you, glued to her phone, calling you creepy stepdad, then suddenly there’s this event where she’s stuck doing squats in these tiny booty shorts and if you picked the right options earlier she just casually spreads her legs on your lap like that’s normal family bonding. There’s a mini “quest” where you have to grind a bit of cash from random odd jobs, then blow it all in one night at some sketchy bar because a cop with big tits promises “special treatment” in the bathroom stall and then crashes the scene halfway when the wrong variable triggers. I had her talking like Beth for one line. I laughed way too hard.

What I liked is how dirty some scenes are without pretending to be romantic. Vaginal stuff is front and center, no ten‑minute build up, you can just end up balls‑deep in Beth on the couch while the TV shows some static cartoon and the UI text overlaps the cum animation. Sometimes you get stuck in this loop where you’re grinding affection points and money at same time and it feels like a shitty mobile game you secretly enjoy on the toilet. Sometimes the pacing just breaks and you go from jerked‑off loser to pussy magnet in two choices. It’s not stable, not clean, the porn logic is dumb, and the whole “nut your way home” thing already doesn’t make sense five minutes in, but when Summer is riding you in her messy room with her big tits bouncing and the game forgets to fade out the footsteps sound from the hallway, you kinda stop caring that half of it feels like a bug report waiting to happen.

NSFW feels like someone took a trashy rich-kids anime, slammed it together with a horny management sim, forgot to polish half the menus, then said “yeah that’s good enough, now fuck your way out of debt.” You arrive in this ridiculous elite school where everyone has too much money, too little shame, and the uniform is basically “pick a skirt length and how much you want your panties to show.” The game throws you in as the new girl who owes a ton of money, and the school is like one big casino-brothel pretending to be an academy. One second you’re sitting in a classroom pretending to care about grades, the next you’re in some hidden lounge with glowing poker tables, a dealer who looks like he walked out of a gacha game, and a smug asshole promising to “erase half your debt” if you let him fuck you raw on the felt when you lose. The crazy part is, you can actually try to play it straight at first, only use your brains, hustle side jobs, flirt just a little… and then you watch the debt number barely move while guys are literally offering stacks of cash to cum inside you, and you start thinking “ok maybe just this once.”

The school itself is like a horny sandbox that keeps daring you to make worse choices. You walk down a corridor and it’s not just “go to class / go to dorm”, it’s “do you want to sneak into the VIP club, or follow the drugged-out upperclassman who says he’ll show you the ‘real graduation test’?” One of the first scenes that stayed with me was when I tried to be “responsible” and took a simple cleaning job for some clubroom. Then the club president catches you alone, locks the door, pushes you against the chalkboard and starts groping you like it’s a done deal because “that’s how we pay around here.” You can resist, but if you lean into it, the game goes hard: hands under your blouse, his fingers working between your thighs while he whispers how much extra he’ll give you if you let him finish inside. They actually show the internal view when he does, his cum filling you while the debt counter flickers with that pathetic little reduction. It’s kind of awful and kind of hot at the same time. Later I let two rich bastards use me at once in a locked classroom after school, with your character getting her mouth fucked and her pussy pounded at the same time, and the game really leans into the group angle: internal shots, cum mixing, you swallowing, them betting on who can knock you up first like you’re some fertility racehorse. I hated how much I liked that scene.

What I liked most is that it actually plays like an RPG instead of just a slideshow. You wander around campus, manage money, talk to different guys, take stupid risks in gambling dens, accidentally get high at a “study party” and wake up half-naked with your panties on the wrong desk. Some guys are straight-up controlling bastards, grabbing your hips in public, dragging you into storage rooms and using you without condoms because they know you need the money and “pregnancy is just another contract.” Others are more teasing, making you jerk them off in the back row or suck them off under a table during some boring speech while you’re trying not to choke. There are softer touches too, like masturbating alone in your dorm after a rough day, fingers still sticky from the last creampie while you think about which path you’re taking, or flirting with a quiet dude from another country and ending up in this messy, sweaty interracial scene where he’s way rougher than you expected. The AI-looking CGs are uneven as hell, some faces look a bit weird if you stare too long, but the bodies, the fluids, the internal shots when you get fucked raw, they do a damn good job of selling that “I know this is a bad decision but I’m so turned on” vibe. And everything keeps hinting that depending on what you accept, who you sleep with, how careless you are with creampies and pills, you’re going to end up in very different futures: rich and corrupted, owned by one dominant bastard, pregnant and stuck, or somehow climbing out of this mess on your own terms. Or maybe you’ll just keep letting random guys cum in you behind the gym because that debt number looks a little sexier every time it drops.

It’s ridiculous, really - Fry crash-lands among yellow people and the first thing I notice is how the lighting in Moe’s bar makes everyone look like melted butter. That’s not a complaint, by the way, it’s kinda hot. The game starts off pretending to care about Fry’s “mission” or whatever, but everyone knows it’s about catching those awkward glances through half-open doors. You know that guilty thrill when you’re watching something you shouldn’t but can’t stop anyway? That’s the whole mood. I spent too long peeking at Marge cleaning up with that slow, bored face, and boom - there’s a toy lying around that definitely isn’t for cleaning. Then Homer walks in and I swear he stares at it like it owes him money. Anyway. The humor is nasty in a way I didn’t expect: cheap but confident, like it *knows* you’re gonna laugh right before doing something pervy.

It tricks you with “rpg” talk but it’s less about grinding stats and more about grinding, well, you know. One second I’m fiddling with an inventory full of… creative gadgets, next I’m accidentally triggering a voyeur sequence with Shauna and it’s both funny and embarrassingly detailed. The sort of scene you’d alt-tab from if anyone walked by, but also the one you’d think about while pretending to scroll Instagram later. What gets me is how Fry reacts; he’s equal parts idiot and horny philosopher, muttering about destiny while fumbling with something that buzzes. It’s peak absurdity, but somehow it fits this crossover chaos between Futurama and Springfield.

I keep telling myself the “writing” is what I like - the dumb jokes about quantum teleportation and Meg Griffin’s cameo that somehow spirals into a weird morality lesson (don’t ask what kind) - but nah, I’m lying to myself. It’s messy, dumb, sometimes too self-aware, but I don’t stop playing. The sandbox setup means half the fun is doing things out of order just to watch characters react like they remember last night’s mistakes. Sometimes they even mention you. That’s the part that kinda freaked me out. Maybe that’s the point: voyeurism isn’t about watching - it’s about getting caught.

Angels Academy feels like someone smashed a horny dating sim into a theology class, spilled porn all over the syllabus, then said “yeah, this is fine” and opened the doors anyway. You play this bratty guy who got shipped off to a religious “last chance” island because he got caught jerking off, which already tells you the tone: no one here is really holy, they just pretend until their pants are off. The whole place is this weird mix of strict uniforms, old stone halls, stained glass, and girls with asses and tits that do not belong in a place that talks about purity. One moment you’re nodding along while some pious girl talks about virtue, the next you are watching her blush hard while you stare a little too long when the wind lifts her skirt. The story gives you space to either play the slightly decent guy who teases, flirts, learns how to talk to different beliefs, or the absolute bastard who blackmails, corrupts and turns every “angel” into something far from heaven. It is mostly clicking around the campus, spying where you should not, poking at every shiny icon like a horny raccoon, and then watching what kind of trouble your mouth and your hands can start.

The fun comes from how dirty the game is willing to go while still pretending it has “faith” in the background. There is this high you get when you pull a girl away from the group after some prayer session, close the door behind you, and she goes from “God is watching” to sliding to her knees with your cock in her mouth, drool on her chin, eyes up like she is worshiping something else now. Some scenes play from your eyes only, so when you shove a shy virgin against a locker and just start groping her ass through the skirt, you see her breathing quicken literally in front of you. Or when you push a proud, bossy girl to strip on a balcony where people might look up at any second, and she hates you for making her do it but still spreads her legs wider because you told her to. The tone jumps a lot: one route feels like romance with slow teasing and handjobs in quiet dorm rooms, another is pure humiliation, like forcing some religious honor student to masturbate for you while she whispers prayers that get more and more broken. You can fool around with all kinds of girls, different skin tones, different religions, different kinks, and the game happily lets you be a controlling prick who uses secrets and blackmail to build a harem that looks holy on paper and filthy from your bed. I wish the UI didn’t hide some scenes behind weird skill checks that look like a spreadsheet, but whatever, it still feels good when that one choice you made three clicks ago suddenly turns into a sloppy blowjob in a confession booth with the candles flickering and her faith falling apart on your dick.