Joel and Abigail are that married couple you see on Instagram pretending to be wholesome, but you just know they have a folder on their phone you are not supposed to see. The game throws them into one crazy world after another because they touch this weird sci-fi toy they absolutely should not have poked, and suddenly they are blinking into alien skylines, magic forests, and places where the laws of physics are drunk and horny. It starts kinda cute, like, “oh no, where are we, babe?” and ten clicks later he is wondering if it still counts as cheating when your wife is sitting there watching you get your brains rearranged by some green-skinned space hunk with extra hands. Or tentacles. Or both. And she is not just watching, she is leaning in. Asking questions. Taking notes like she is on Pinterest planning a remodel of their sex life.

The fun is how the game treats them like regular people who just keep saying yes to worse and worse ideas. You pick a dialogue choice thinking: oh, I will be respectful, I will be loyal. Next scene, Abigail is on some floating platform in a neon city, flirting with this tall alien lady in a tight suit that looks painted on, and she glances back at Joel like, “you good if she joins us?” She’s pretending it is all about “exploring other cultures,” baby please. I screamed at my screen like I was watching some messy reality TV on Netflix. There is one scene where they end up in a fantasy tavern, classic adventurer vibe, wood everywhere, horny bard in the corner, and you can choose if you want to entertain this swinger couple who just immediately clock Joel and Abi as fresh meat. That moment when Abigail reaches for the other woman’s thigh under the table, while Joel is busy being seduced by some roguish elf man with a smirk like he already knows your porn search history, that felt way too real. In a trashy, delicious way. And the story pretends to be about “finding a way home,” but half the time you forget you even have a home because every new world has some new way to stretch what “together” means. Sometimes it is romantic, sometimes it is messy, sometimes it is just filthy, like “we will talk about this in therapy later” filthy. The art is not perfect, some faces go a bit weird in certain angles and one background looked like it escaped from an old Ren’Py starter pack, and that random little UI sound when you click the wrong spot annoyed the hell out of me and then I just got used to it, but in a way it makes the game feel more like this scrappy messy comic you read on your phone in bed instead of some polished studio thing. Anyway, by the time you get to the more intense sharing stuff, where they are not just accidentally ending up in group situations but actively choosing to, you realize the real sci-fi experiment is not the portal thing. It is their marriage, baby.

Okay listen, this Dragon Ball parody game is kinda wild but also frustrating as hell. You're basically some kid who becomes the new God of Destruction because Beerus got kicked out or whatever - honestly the setup doesn't matter much since you'll be too busy trying to figure out the customization system. And holy shit there's a lot of customization.

The angel Vados is supposed to help you raise the "mortal level" but really she's just there to guide you through banging every female character from the series. We're talking Bulma, Chi-Chi, Android 18, Videl, that green-haired Cheelai chick from the Broly movie, even some of the angel characters like Heles. The art style tries to match Toriyama's but it's clearly amateur work - not terrible but you can tell it's fan-made. What got me hooked though was the costume editor. You can modify literally everything these girls wear, from their regular outfits to bikinis to... well, nothing at all. Spent way too much time getting Android 21's lab coat just right before the actual sex scenes.

Combat exists but it's basically an afterthought RPG system where you grind levels to unlock more characters and outfits. The real gameplay loop is collecting all the different costume variations and scene animations. Some characters like Kefla and Caulifla have fusion mechanics that unlock special threesome content, which is pretty clever actually. Mind control elements pop up here and there but they're not the main focus - mostly just an excuse for why these characters would suddenly want to fuck the new GoD. Mobile version runs decent enough on my phone but the PC browser version has better controls for the customization menus. If you're into Dragon Ball girls and want to dress them up before the lewd stuff, this hits that specific niche pretty well.

You start as this kinda average guy who says yes to a sketchy science experiment he really should have read the terms of service on, and next moment you wake up in a future where Overwatch is not just a game but your whole messy, horny new life. It feels like someone mashed a dating sim with a point & click comedy, then sprinkled a bunch of porn hub searches over it and said “yeah, that’s the story now”. You go around talking to these twisted versions of the heroes you know, poking at stuff on the screen, trying not to miss any dialog option that might lead to pussy, a blowjob or at least some shameless groping. One minute Ana is lecturing you like an annoyed MILF who already knows you are checking out her tits, next minute you are in some lab with Dr. Arrhenius, listening to fake science that is clearly just an excuse to get your dick into trouble. The humor hits this weird sweet spot where it’s half shitpost, half horny fanfic, and yet it works. Sometimes it is actually funnier than it needs to be for a porn game, which annoyed me a bit because I caught myself reading instead of skipping straight to the sex scenes.

The heroines are all reimagined versions of Overwatch girls and a few surprises, but not in that boring “perfect goddess” way. D.Va feels like that Twitch streamer who would absolutely farm subs by “accidentally” flashing cleavage, Tracer is all manic energy and flirty lines, Kiriko is way too smug about how much control she has of the situation, and Mercy somehow manages to be a horny angel with big tits and a therapist at the same time. There is interracial stuff baked in very naturally, not in that cringe checkbox style. You flirt, pick dialog, wander around rooms, and gradually unlock more perverted scenes, from teasing touches to full on vaginal sex and sloppy, noisy oral that doesn’t pretend to be romantic. When it goes into harem territory it just leans into the fantasy completely, like the game knows exactly what kind of brainrot you came here for. And then suddenly a scene will play it kinda tender, like a real romance moment, which is confusing in a good way. The AI-style CG art has that slightly uncanny vibe sometimes, but it actually fits the whole “futuristic lab, weird experiment” setting so I didn’t mind. I only got annoyed once when I misclicked in this one point & click segment and had to redo a whole conversation because the game really wants you to talk your way into pussy the proper way. Felt like being punished by a horny visual novel. Still, when you are watching Mei press her soft body against the screen while some dirty joke lands perfectly, you forget about that. The game just keeps tossing horny situations at you, from groping in totally inappropriate places to full-on hardcore scenes, and somehow it still feels like an adventure, not just a gallery. I opened it thinking “ok, quick fap app” and then I’m arguing with myself whether I want to charm Pharah or piss off Brigitte first, like an idiot who takes porn choices way too seriously.

A horny Martian crashing on Earth to flirt with half the Overwatch roster should not work this well, but it kind of does, in a trashy cocktail way. You play this very unapologetic male traveler who drops into a sci‑fi parody world that looks like someone’s Overwatch folder and Pornhub search history had a child, and that child learned sarcasm from Twitter. The tone is playful and stupid in a good way: the writing knows exactly what it is, a dating sim where you romance heroes you’ve already masturbated to, just now with more jokes and actual routes. One scene with D.Va had me pause my Spotify because I wanted to hear the little voice lines and teasing properly. She talks to you like a cocky streamer who knows she has you on a leash, then flips into surprisingly soft mode after you pick the right dialogue. It feels less like “here is sex scene number 1” and more like you bullied your way through her chat and somehow ended up in her bed. Completely unrealistic, but who cares.

What I liked most is how the game treats the girls as characters before it turns them into porn poses, even if the porn is absolutely the point. Mercy does this fake professional thing at first, like she is about to scold you for existing, and then just melts when you push the romance options hard enough. There is one moment where she is explaining something very medical and important, and the camera is slowly sliding lower, like your brain does when someone with big tits starts talking about “vital signs”. Pharah is the opposite energy, more stoic but also low key the biggest perv once you hit the right trigger, and the scene with her using a toy on you while keeping that soldier attitude was honestly my favorite, because it’s both funny and hot. Mei’s route feels a bit lighter and more comedic, with a lot of humor around her body and that big ass, like the artist really, really loves drawing her thighs almost more than the actual sex. Almost. The 2D art is messy in places, but in a good way, like horny sketchbook energy; some angles are awkward, then you get one frame of Ana giving a handjob with this tired MILF gaze and it looks like a painting you’d hide in a secret folder on your Google Drive. The mobile version feels natural too, tapping through choices one‑handed while the other hand is busy, and the pacing of oral to vaginal to toy play actually respects that rhythm. I wish one UI button was placed a bit higher, it keeps making me misclick during a climax scene with Juno, and it annoys the hell out of me every single time, but then I get distracted because Iggy shows up with this smug grin and the game throws another joke in your face. It’s dirty, kind of stupid, sometimes romantic in a clumsy way, and it looks like it was made by someone who really loves these characters, not just their boobs, even if the boobs are absolutely the main camera target.

City of Broken Heroes feels like somebody took a Marvel movie, made the guys squishy and weak, then said “ok, but what if every woman was horny, pissed off, and had zero HR department.” It starts almost normal: you land in this neon freakshow of a city, confused, dick out, no clue how anything works. Then a seven foot tall “hero” in latex and armor collar-checks you with one hand and you realize: alright, I’m a chew toy here. The whole thing is this mix of sci-fi and magic and bdsm where you’re officially a slave, unofficially the pervy glitch in the system who doesn’t stay in his cage.

What I like is how the game makes you feel fragile and dangerous at the same time. Men are biologically weaker, so yeah, women toss you around, sit on your face like it’s a chair, use you as a dildo tester, all that. But once you start picking up these illegal powers and gear, you kind of become the city’s worst customer service complaint. One night I was sneaking through an alley to spy on one of the heroines, got caught by her twin bodyguards, and instead of a normal fight it turned into this “punishment session” where they test different toys on you between turn based combat rounds. You win the round, you get a chance to flip the table and fuck them against the wall. You lose, they edge you with handjobs and oral until you’re begging and they just laugh and walk away. I hated it. I replayed it three times.

The sex itself is very explicit, but it always feels tied to the power imbalance and not just random porn spam. One “training” scene has an older heroine, proper milf energy, using you like a stress ball while she reads reports. She sits in her huge chair, pulls your head between her tits, strokes you with lazy fingers, then without even looking at you tells another girl “see, this is why you keep men on a short leash.” Later, when you finally get strong enough, you crash her raid, blast her shields in combat, and the rematch is you pinning her, fucking that big ass into the desk while she swears she’ll collar you again. She won’t. She totally will, the game loves to remind you who runs things here. Half the fun is that whiplash: one scene you dominate a squad of monster girls, filling them one by one, creampies dripping while they worship your “hidden potential.” Next scene, a different heroine throws you on the floor, sits on your cock, rides you raw, creampie, then snaps a pic for blackmail and makes you clean her boots with your tongue. And you keep going back to that part of town anyway. That’s the vibe.

You close your eyes in your boring bedroom and open them in the kind of fever dream only people who stayed too long on hentai subreddits would recognize. Floor’s not even yours. Gravity feels slightly drunk. There’s a catgirl kneeling on your chest like you’re furniture, tail flicking over your mouth while she argues with a floating robot about whether you count as “property” or “partner.” She’s wearing this half-assed cosplay mashup that looks like someone tried to mix maid uniform with battle gear and gave up halfway. She keeps “testing” your reactions. Fingers tracing your crotch through your pants, nails dragging just a bit too slow, telling the robot to record your pulse when she gropes you. She keeps saying it’s “for science” but she’s grinding on your thigh while she says it, so yeah. Science with nipple clamps and a collar.

The game plays like some horny sandbox dating sim that drank too much sci-fi and shonen anime. You wander a weird city that looks medieval if you squint, until a neon sign pops up over an elf brothel and ruins the illusion. There’s monster girls tending stalls and they all look at you like you’re a walking virgin buff. Some of them actually say it. Out loud. One big-titted cyclops girl literally bets you she can make you cum from a handjob without letting you thrust at all, and the game actually locks your inputs and makes you watch her smug face while she squeezes and strokes and slows down right before your bar hits full. She spits on your tip, smirks, denies you on purpose, and then asks if she can tag you as a “denied client” in her app. I swear it felt more humiliating than losing in ranked on Valorant.

What really messed with me was how often the world pretends sex is just another stat. There’s an elf matron who checks your “breeding potential” like she’s scanning a QR code, talks about your balls like they’re gear in an RPG, then drags you behind a curtain and mounts you slow, riding you raw while lecturing you on proper thrust rhythm. She keeps squeezing her pregnant belly against your stomach, milk leaking down on your chest, telling you this is your “future” if you keep signing slave contracts without reading them. Then, same game, you’re in a dirty alley watching two girls in cosplay dom gear spit on a chained-up maid and use her face for practice. One sits on her nose, the other pinches her nipples till she squirts all over the ground, and you don’t even get to join unless you agree to be collared too. The childhood friend with the short hair finds out later, pins you in the wrestling ring, sits on your face and rubs herself all over your mouth while punching your stomach lightly every time you try to breathe, calling you a perv and making you say whose slave you want to be. She keeps pretending she’ll let you cum if you answer “correct,” then pulls away right when you’re twitching, laughing in that half-cruel, half-affectionate way that makes your brain melt.

Group scenes happen so casually it almost feels wrong. You walk into a bathhouse and suddenly there’s a harem of different races arguing over who gets your cock first. One girl wants anal, one wants your mouth, one just wants to milk you with her tits. They line you up, use your body like a shared toy, switch places without asking, and the camera just lingers on wet skin, dripping cum, drooling mouths. A robot hovers overhead and records everything for “research,” again, but secretly you find that same recording in your room later and, yeah, you end up jerking off to your own humiliation. Sometimes the game makes you just watch. A lesbian dom scene behind a glass wall, another girl getting spanked till her ass glows red, then shoved full of a dildo while she cries and smiles at the same time. You can’t help. You can only stare. And worse, the UI tracks how long you watched, and some characters tease you about it later like they saw your browser history. Not gonna lie, some of the animated ahegao faces look stupid as hell, tongues flopping like broken gifs, but then one of them starts squirting on your abs while begging for more and your brain just forgives everything.

I kept wishing they’d at least let me change one stupid tiny thing, like that ugly default collar you get tagged with in the early slave arc, but no, it stays in every sex scene for hours, mocking you quietly. You go from shy virgin to the guy who’s creampied an orc, an elf, a catgirl, and something with too many tentacles, and still that same cheap collar sits on your neck, reminding you you’re never fully in control here. It’s messy, horny, mean, sometimes sweet by accident, like when the pregnant catgirl curls around you in bed, leaking milk on your chest and purring while you lazily finger her and she tries not to moan too loud. Then she ruins the moment, calls the robot, and asks it to replay earlier footage of you getting pegged so she can laugh at your face while you cum again inside her. This whole world feels like that: one long, sweaty joke on you that somehow keeps you hard anyway.

Jack feels like that guy in your Discord who keeps saying “I’ve changed, trust me” after nuking every relationship he had. Except here he’s in the future, with tech everywhere, floating cars, weird gadgets, fancy screens, and he’s still emotionally stuck in the same old shit. That’s kinda the core vibe: ultra modern world, very old problems, and lots of tits. Big ones. The game throws you into his routine where every “normal” situation has this horny tilt to it. You’re clicking around his place, snooping through messages, cams, little icons, and suddenly you’re watching someone undress on a holo-display, wondering if this counts as stalking or “just checking the feed.” It’s one of those stories where the line between being curious and being a damn creep is really thin, and the game doesn’t babysit you about it.

The point & click side feels almost like old Flash stuff, but with 3D renders and more ass in your face. You move Jack through these clean sci fi corridors and high-tech apartments that look like they were designed on Pinterest, then you zoom in on a shower door that isn’t fully closed, or a smart mirror that “accidentally” records more than it should. There is a lot of voyeurism energy here. You’re not always invited into the scene, you kinda slip in from the side. Maybe you trigger the wrong dialogue, and suddenly you’re watching a girl bend over in front of a camera Jack forgot to turn off. Sometimes you feel guilty. Sometimes you don’t. Depends how long you stare. The game loves big asses and big tits, and it shows them with this lazy confidence, like “yeah, of course she’s stacked, why are you surprised.” There’s romance buried under all the nudity too, awkward and messy, like texting your ex on WhatsApp while you’re already on Tinder. Jack is trying to fix his past, but he also can’t stop checking out every curve that moves near him. He’s not a hero. He’s just horny and scared.

What really got me is how the lewd stuff and the story trip over each other. One moment you’re having this semi deep talk about regret and second chances, the next you’re clicking a dialogue option that makes Jack say something so thirsty you cringe and still pick it, because you want that extra scene unlocked. It’s very “I hate this, click again.” The humor swings between clever and total dad joke, with some lines that feel like they were translated twice and never proofread, which somehow fits Jack’s energy. The sex scenes are more about slow teasing and watching than crazy positions. You often see things from a distance first, through glass, through screens, like you’re not supposed to be there. Then if you play your choices right, you get closer, literally. It scratches that collector brain too: you’ll click on every tiny glowing spot just to unlock another gallery render, and half the time it’s just someone half naked on a couch but you still feel weirdly proud. It’s messy, horny, slightly trashy, sometimes sweet by accident, and the future setting is just polished enough that when someone walks past in tight clothes and no bra, you believe technology made society like this and nobody logged out.

You wake up, horny, confused and a little annoyed, and the game just shrugs and drops a catgirl in your lap like that’s a normal Tuesday. She’s not the cutesy “nya~ master” type either, at least not at first. There is this weird mix of needy kitten and bratty roommate who looks through your browser history and then pretends she didn’t. One moment she’s pressing those ridiculous tits against your arm while her tail flicks, next moment she’s acting offended you looked. Classic. The robot friend beside her is even stranger. Not some cold metal toy, more like a pervy Alexa with a body and no shame, scanning everyone, throwing humiliating comments about body temperature, arousal levels, “fertility status” in your face. It feels like a therapist that skipped ethics class and went straight to “how can I make you blush harder” mode.

Where it gets fun, or fucked up, or both, is how the game handles control. You’ve got the usual dating sim stuff, choices, gifts, events, blah, but then it slides quietly into serious kink territory. Orgasm denial isn’t just a line in the menu, it becomes part of the daily routine. A handjob that stops right when she starts to squirt. A blowjob where the robot keeps count of thrusts and locks the toy on your cock if you cum too fast. You get a catgirl on her knees, drooling on your shaft, and at the same time a cold voice in your ear rating your self control like it’s grading homework. It should be stupid. It kind of is. I liked it anyway. Then there is the childhood friend, the wrestler girl with short hair and tan lines that tell you exactly what kind of bikini she wears and how long she stayed in the sun. She suplexes you on the mattress, sits on your face, calls it “training”, and the game treats her virginity like a big boss fight. When you finally break her hymen you feel half proud, half guilty, and the stupid part is that the game never actually asks you to feel anything at all. It just lets the blood, the creampie, the shaking legs speak.

Fantasy and sci fi keep mixing like someone spilled two different games together and never cleaned the floor. One route has you dealing with elves and a monster girl that squirts milk when you grope her too hard, another throws in cybernetic restraints and a “safety protocol” that clearly is not safe. Pregnancy stuff is everywhere, but not shoved in your face, more like a quiet threat. You watch bellies swell after one too many creampies, lactation dripping through cosplay outfits, the robot calmly explaining hormone changes while you’re busy pounding an ahegao-faced catgirl in anal. There is this voyeurism system where you can spy on girls masturbating, or on two of them going full lesbian, one more dominant, slapping ass and making the other lick her own juices off a toy. Then the same girl later kneels for you, calls you master, and it actually feels a bit too easy. That annoyed me, not enough struggle, not enough real humiliation, but I kept playing anyway. The sandbox part sometimes feels like a mess, wandering around just to trigger a titfuck scene in the shower or a quick spanking in the locker room, and I kind of hate that I had to open Notes on my phone to remember where the best scenes were. But then the game throws a horror-style event at you, lights flicker, some superpower shit activates, your slave girl starts floating and moaning like possessed, and you still end up with her pinned under you, begging for more vaginal and anal at the same time like that’s totally normal reaction to paranormal activity. It’s trashy, it’s inconsistent, it pretends to care about consent while letting you push way too far in group sex scenes, and I still found myself tabbing away from Telegram so I could focus when the robot whispered “orgasm denied” and the catgirl looked like she might cry if I didn’t let her cum. I wanted more actual fear in the horror, more sting in the BDSM, less harem softness, but I know I’d complain even if it had all that.

Tali on pilgrimage, horny as fuck, stuck in a sandboxy slice of the Mass Effect universe where everything feels just a little off in a fun way. The vibe is like someone took the usual “save the galaxy” story, turned the camera away from Shepard, and just followed this masked quarian girl while she slowly loses all her restraint. You start small. Teasing, light flirting, lots of “oh this is just necessary for the mission” kind of bullshit she tells herself. The corruption is very slow, and actually kind of cute at the start. She fingers herself in some corner of the ship, trying to be quiet, suit still on, thinking about Miranda’s insane tits or Liara’s soft tentacle-girl energy, and you’re just there clicking through, deciding how far she lets her mind wander. Porn game, sure, but it’s got that lazy, comfortable pace where your hand just rests on the mouse and you forget Telegram is still open in the background.

Then stuff escalates and suddenly you are juggling combat screens with monsters while half your brain is thinking “how do I get Tali alone with that tentacle thing again.” The combat is simple, more like a loose frame that lets the corruption scenes drip in after fights. Win a scuffle, get a new scene. Lose, get a different kind of scene. Sometimes it’s oral, sometimes anal, sometimes you just watch her grind on some alien cock like she’s trying to erase her old pilgrim self. There’s this one bit with a monster pinning her, her suit half open, ass pushed up, and she’s trying to say no while the text clearly sells that her body already decided. It’s filthy, but it stays oddly chill. Not edgy, more like “yeah, she’s fucked, and she likes it way more than she wants to admit.”

The sandbox element is kind of messy but in a good “old Ren’Py browser game with too many menus” way. You hop around locations on the flotilla, talk to people, poke at EDI or Ashley or whoever, unlock new lewd paths. Some zones feel empty as hell, like they exist just so the dev can maybe add something in the future, and you wander in circles thinking “was there supposed to be a scene here?” Then suddenly you stumble into a long masturbation chain with Tali that’s animated just enough to keep your dick interested, hips moving, tits bouncing, quarian moans. I liked that the game doesn’t hold your hand; it sometimes straight up ignores you, gives no hint where the next hot thing is. You alt-tab to Discord, complain in some adult-games channel, go back, click something random, and boom, Tali is choking on cock in zero gravity like it’s the most natural thing in the world. It’s not polished, some animations loop weird, some lines sound like Google Translate had a stroke, but that roughness fits. Feels like watching a dirty fan project grow into its own corrupt little universe, where the pilgrimage is less about honor and more about how many holes she can fill before going back to the flotilla and pretending she learned something spiritual.