War in this game doesn’t feel clean at all. Everything is humming, buzzing, a little wrong, like the whole space station is breathing slow and wet around you. You’re tossed into Alexis’ head right after this lunar mess, and the world around him is all hard metal, cold corridors, alarms that whine in the background while the camera just lingers too long on another guy’s neck, his jaw, the way sweat slides down under the collar of a uniform that’s clearly one size too tight on purpose. It’s funny, because the story pretends to care about strategy meetings and patrol routes and alien intel, but the real action is in those tiny pauses when Osman leans a bit too close, when Evan’s voice drops for no reason, when Leon looks like he wants to punch a wall or kiss it. There’s this low constant echo in the sound design, just a little reverb on footsteps and doors, and somehow it makes every quiet conversation feel like it’s happening in a hidden corner where you’re not supposed to be, but you stay, because of course you stay.

First time you get Alexis alone in the barracks, the game lets you click around useless shit, like his datapad, the locker, the stupid little plant that somehow survived an alien invasion. I spent way too long poking that plant. It wiggles in this pathetic way and doesn’t matter at all, but I kept expecting it to do something horny. It never does. Anyway, the real heat starts when Osman shows up with that lazy grin and sits on the edge of the bed, and the music just drops to this slow, pulsing beat that feels like it’s syncing with your pulse… or lower. There’s no silly fade out when things get explicit. You actually hear belts, zippers, the soft thud of bodies against the mattress, the little breath Alexis sucks in when fingers go somewhere new. The choices here aren’t explained much. You get lines like “Push him further” or “Hold back” and you’re just thrown into it. Sometimes the “gentle” option leads to Alexis getting his throat fucked rough, and the “aggressive” one just turns into a desperate cuddle against a bulkhead after a mission. That messy, not-quite-logical reaction of the game feels actually honest, like sex after trauma isn’t neat or predictable, it’s all over the place.

The sci-fi side is weirdly intimate too. You’re on this ship in the middle of nowhere, “protecting mankind”, but really you’re just watching horny soldiers try to forget everything for a while. A briefing room scene with Leon starts as a boring report about alien movements, then your choice to “reassure him” ends with his hand on your throat, pushing you back into the commander’s chair, the big holographic map of the war flickering calmly while he grinds against you, still half in uniform, half undone, like the galaxy can wait while he ruts. Later with Evan, you’re supposed to be calibrating some scanner, but the game keeps letting your eyes drift down to his crotch, his tailbone, the hint of muscle under the suit. The interface even tilts a bit, like Alexis is losing focus. There’s this one shot where the window shows the dark of space, a slow blue flare of some distant thing, and in front of it you just see their silhouettes, one guy on his knees, the other bracing against the console, sounds of sloppy head mixing with the quiet hum of the ship. It’s hot, but also kind of sad, and then suddenly it’s funny again because a random alert pops and you both have to scramble, dripping, to act like nothing happened. It’s clumsy, horny, sometimes too slow, sometimes it rushes you right into a scene where you’re pressed between two bodies and a cold wall, and none of it feels polished. Which is exactly why it sticks in your mind when you close the browser and realize you still hear that low ship hum in your ears, together with the little broken noises Alexis makes when someone finally pushes him way past what he thought he wanted.

Sex in space always sounds kind of goofy in my head, but this one actually leans into that mess instead of pretending to be “hard sci-fi”. You start as this assistant to a big-shot senator on Earth, while Mars is trying to become its own thing with its own rules, own calendar, own kinks. Your boss is all about shutting down polygamy and polyandry, making marriage “pure” again, and then your character is constantly surrounded by people who very clearly don’t give a shit about that. So half the time you’re writing dry political speeches and the other half you’re secretly watching someone get their ass smacked red in a private office on a station orbiting Venus. Kind of a mood shift, but it works better than it should.

The sex itself is not shy at all. Big tits, big asses, a lot of focus on slow touching, groping, hands sliding under clothes during “serious” meetings. There are animated scenes where a calm talk about Martian independence suddenly turns into the candidate bending forward over a desk, skirt pushed up, and the protagonist’s hand comes down on her ass again and again while she’s trying to keep her voice steady. The game loves mixing politics talk with dirty stuff like that. Some routes get really messy with cheating: you can be the side piece for a married Martian diplomat, watching from a hidden camera while her official husband is busy somewhere else. There are scenes where you sit alone in your cabin on a Mars shuttle, jerking off while scrolling through secret footage on your mobile, watching your lover ride someone else’s cock and pretending you are okay with it. That voyeurism and netorare angle hits harder than I expected, because the story actually spends time letting you like these people first. It stings when you realize she is moaning louder for the other guy than she ever did for you. There are oral scenes where you feel less like a hero and more like a consolation prize, sitting on the edge of a bed while she goes down on you right after coming back from “meeting her campaign donor”. And sometimes the interracial angle pops up in a way that is not very subtle: Earth-born, Mars-born, different skin tones, different bodies, your character stuck in the middle trying to pretend this is all just politics. The game jumps from romantic cuddling after sex, where she snuggles into your chest and actually looks soft and in love, to cold, distant masturbation scenes where you’re alone again, jerking off to something on your phone because she did not show up. The romance has sweet bits, but the cheating keeps cutting through it, and somehow that mix of warmth and betrayal feels very on-brand for a future where love and law are constantly pulling in different directions.

Second part of SexBot feels like someone glued a horny dating app to a half-broken sci‑fi visual novel and then said “yeah, it’s fine, players will figure it out.” You wake up again as this guy who has way too many women orbiting around him, from stacked milfs to bratty schoolgirls to that one android girl who looks like she was built purely for your dick, not science. Story pretends to be about AI, timelines, all that tech talk, but very fast it becomes “who am I fucking next and where.” One moment you’re in a classroom pretending to care about lessons, next moment the teacher’s bent over a desk, big ass spilling out of her skirt while you’re trying to remember if this path needs anal or just a sloppy blowjob to unlock the next scene. It’s that kind of game where the “plot” is like a porn hub search history with extra dialogue.

What I liked most is how the dating sim stuff actually pushes you to try different pickup styles. I was going full speed‑dating mode: click through options, see who bites. Some girls like the cocky lines, some want the sweet talk, one wants you to talk to her like she’s trash and somehow it turns her on even more. Had this moment with one of the milfs, where I tried a cheesy line I’d never use in real life, something like “I’ve been thinking about you since I woke up,” and she goes from “that’s cute” to kneeling in front of me and giving this slow, wet blowjob while asking if I really couldn’t stop thinking about her tits. And yeah, her boobs actually move, jiggle and squeeze around the dick when you titfuck, not some lazy static pose. Another scene, you’re pinned between two girls on a couch, one riding your face, the other riding your cock, both animated, and it finally feels like the word “harem” means something more than just five girls you never see together.

It’s not perfect though, and I kinda love that and hate it at same time. Some paths are confusing as hell. One wrong dialogue choice and you go from “I’m about to creampie this android in a lab chair” to “we should talk about feelings” and suddenly your dick is unemployed. There’s a sandbox feel where you roam between locations, but sometimes it feels like wandering between tabs in Chrome, checking if anyone is horny yet. The school setting parts jump from silly teasing, like groping in the hallway, to hardcore anal in a locker room so fast I blinked and forgot how we got there. There’s this lesbian scene between two girls you’ve been chasing, super hot, tongue action, toys, moaning, and then your character just stands there staring and doesn’t join in unless you did some very specific stuff earlier. I’m still annoyed by that. And the whole domination flip, male dom here, surprise femdom there, can feel random: one scene you’re choking her lightly while she begs for your cum, next scene she’s got you tied and milking you with a handjob like you’re a test subject again and I swear I missed the memo when that switched. But then you finally line things up, push the right buttons, and suddenly you’re fucking a thick milf from behind, her big tits slapping while you grip her waist and pump her full, watching the creampie drip out in a close‑up, and all the weird little flaws kind of blur out for a bit.

In this game you wake up in 2038, broke as fuck, pushed out of your tiny little life by a system that doesn’t even bother to hate you. It just ignores you. Birth rates crashed, the rich turned reproduction into a gated luxury, and if you’re not chosen, you’re basically spare parts still walking around. The only “opportunity” you get is the Demeter Protocol Program, which sounds clinical and safe until you read the fine print and realize it’s closer to a high tech breeding experiment with romance routes. You sign because there’s nothing left. Then you realize you’re trapped in a sealed facility, constantly evaluated, stuck with people who have every reason to think you’re a selfish liability, and the only way out is to convince the system you’re worth breeding, worth loving, or at least worth not throwing away like meat waste.

The tone is weird in a good way. It’s not just porn with future wallpaper. You get these quiet scenes where the girls feel very human: awkward silences when you’re both half naked and pretending you’re okay with this; nervous touches when the program pushes you into “compatibility sessions” that are straight up monitored vaginal sex, dressed up as science. Sometimes the sex is sweet and painfully slow, her thighs clenching around you like she’s holding on to the idea of a future, and sometimes it turns into this desperate, sweaty fucking on a cold lab table while a holo display records hormone spikes. The game loves big tits, and it doesn’t pretend otherwise: breasts squeezed into sterile white tops, bouncing when she climbs on top of you in one of those “mandatory intimacy exercises,” nipples perked and glossy with saliva when you go down on her on a couch that looks like it came from an Ikea in hell. The animations help a lot here. You see hips rolling, abs tensing, her expression shifting from guarded to needy, that little bite of her lip when you push all the way in. Sometimes the camera just stays too long on how her fingers dig into your back when she’s close and it actually feels more intimate than porn, which is a bit fucked up considering you’re being recorded by a machine that will grade your performance like homework.

What I like most is how the romance fights the experiment. As a VN dev, I notice the writing avoids the usual “cold girl warms up after one good dicking” shortcut. You might spend several scenes where she’s just annoyed at you, or worse, indifferent. You answer dialogue choices that sound harmless and suddenly she’s like “So you think I’m just here to breed for you?” and the vibe dies. Then, many scenes later, she remembers what you said, and you get this small moment where she lets her guard slip. That tiny smile when you make a dumb joke about the biometric sensors, the way she shifts a bit closer on the bed but pretends she’s just tired. The game doesn’t shower you in endless options, but the sandbox bits let you roam the facility, poke into terminals, dig into the mystery of what happens to the “failures.” You can chase better gear for the RPG-style evaluations, min-max some stats, then completely fuck up a test because you stayed up late in her room, kissing and fingering her slow under the thin sheet while alarms softly hum in the background. It’s romantic, it’s horny, it’s clinical, it’s kind of depressing, and sometimes you’re fucking her from behind, watching the soft jiggle of her tits in the reflection of a black monitor, while both of you pretend this is just two people in love, not lab animals. And then the system pings you with a cold “compatibility increase detected” and ruins the moment, which somehow makes the next kiss feel even more real.

Clark’s life in this game is basically every lonely porn-addicted loser fantasy smashed into a superhero comic and then left out in the sun too long. You’re this awkward Kansas kid with the “oh wow I’m an alien” thing going on, except instead of just saving cats from trees you’re trying not to fuck your whole hometown, literally and morally. One minute you’re clicking through boring school halls, pretending to be normal, the next you’re peeling back the small-town vibe and finding meteor freaks, MILFs with secrets, and people who really should not be that horny during an alien crisis. The story does that thing where it pretends you have your life under control, then throws you into some pov scene where a woman twice your age is grinding on top of you and you’re thinking, “Yeah, the universe is doomed, but this is worth it.”

The visual style is AI generated but it kind of fits the whole off-brand superhero parody mood. Faces are a bit too perfect sometimes, like Instagram filters got horny and never stopped, but the bodies, man. Tight costumes that look like they’re about to rip, soft thighs pressed together on a teacher’s chair, that stretched look when you push in deep and the belly shows a little bulge. The creampie shots are surprisingly dirty in a good way: cloudy mess dripping down, panties pushed aside, that moment where she bites her lip and you already clicked too fast but you still stare at the screen like an idiot. There’s a scene in a locker room where you’re supposed to interrogate someone, but I spent longer just clicking around the background, watching how the camera plays with pov angles, like the game knows you’re not here for the “investigation.” It calls itself a point and click and yeah, technically, but really it’s “point at who you wanna ruin and click until your mouse is sticky.”

What actually got me hooked was how your powers keep crashing into your dick. You’re supposed to be this rising hero, but half the time the “dark alter-ego” side feels more honest than the goody-two-shoes act. You’ll be in some tense meteor-related situation, and the choice is literally: save someone properly, or push them up against a wall and pound them while the sky glows outside. The game doesn’t pretend that domination is nice or clean either. There are moments where you grab her hair, force her to look at you while you’re buried inside, and the text is like, “You know this isn’t who you want to be,” while you immediately click “go harder” because self-control is for people not opening porn tabs in Chrome. It’s horny, messy, sometimes weirdly romantic when Clark accidentally says something soft after filling someone up, but you just know he’s going to screw it all up again five clicks later. Honestly, it feels a bit like my love life, if I had superpowers and people actually wanted to fuck me.

Welcome to "Over the Moon".
A lot has happened over the past 2 years, picking up from where 'A Moment of Bliss' ended. Welcome to the future, where memories can be transferred to Androids. You can now use VARGs, Virtual Augmented Reality Glasses, a new way to interact without leaving home. Your daughter Moon is a music star in the making, and her business manager wants you to write some songs for Moon for the television show "Madds Medusa." Here's the thing: your daughter hates your guts, and you need to spend a week with her.
How will things go?
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They say everyone who flies fringe space is running from something.

And burn it all, you are.

You are Rael. Freshly removed from events that have shattered your life, you’re left adrift and alone. Stranded on the backwater Yakeshi Station at the fringe of galactic society, all that you are is staked on one last chance to make amends and set your life back on course. One opportunity, with everything on the line. Through Zuberi, captain of the Astrogation Guild deep-space exploration vessel Void Dreamer, you have that chance. Board his ship, join an eclectic crew all there for various reasons of their own, and explore the mysterious outer edges of the galaxy as you try to put yourself back together.

Just be careful. Fringe space is far from safe, and the darkness between distant stars holds secrets more deadly and more powerful than you can possibly imagine.

You sit in this quiet little interview room, but everything feels wrong in a good, dirty way. The girl in front of you looks real enough, moves her big tits when she laughs, shifts in the chair so her huge ass presses against the fabric, but you know she’s about to stop being “human” and turn into a digital toy for horny people with too much money. That’s the whole job: before they upload her mind, memories, secret kinks and all, you poke around in her head and decide what kind of slutty version of her gets saved. It sounds very sci-fi and high concept, but honestly it feels like you’re just the horny HR guy of the future, sitting with your tablet, pretending to be professional while her voiced reactions keep giving you semi every two minutes. She talks, moans, breathes into the mic, reacts when you ask something risky, and every answer can go honest or fake, pure or totally corrupted, and the game quietly tracks it while you sweat. Sometimes she smiles too sweet and you just know she’s lying, but still you push that “continue” because her lips just moved in that slow, teasing animation and your brain turns to goo.

The fun part is you’re not just clicking through a script. You choose what to ask, which buttons to press, physically and emotionally. Go gentle and she tries to stay a “good girl”, future-wifey material, soft teasing, almost wholesome, at least for porn logic. Push the dirtier routes and she starts confessing stuff that sounds like she never told anyone before, like cheating stories she tries to justify, or how she used to use her body to get what she wants. The corruption isn’t instant; it crawls in slowly, question by question. Suddenly she’s describing how she rode some guy in a backseat and you see this quick little animation of her bouncing, tits going up and down, and the game pretends it’s just a “visual aid” from the AI system, but come on. You're there to watch that loop over and over. It almost feels like the computer itself is getting horny, because the more you push her into slut territory, the more explicit the AI-generated images get, like the system is auto-filling gaps from her mind with its own dirty imagination. Sometimes the picture is a bit weird, like her face slightly off, but that kind of fits the vibe. Future porn is a bit broken, and that’s hot somehow.

I like that she reacts to how you act. Ask her something sweet after you were a total asshole earlier and she’ll sound confused, like “now you care?”, with this nervous little laugh that feels way too real. Other times she leans into it: once I pushed every shady choice I saw, made her admit she slept with a married guy, then kept drilling on the cheating angle, and when the honesty bar was high enough she suddenly dropped this whole confession about seducing her friend’s husband while the friend slept in the next room. The voice cracked a little on the word “sorry”. That hit different. The game gives you these micro moments, a certain look in her eyes, a longer breath before answering, a shy smile after she says something filthy, and you forget you’re basically just doing a multiple-choice test with porn on top. Also, side rant: whoever decided the text box sometimes covers a bit of boob at the bottom, I hate you, I respect you, but I hate you. I sat there, trying to read about her “deep emotional conflict” while being mildly angry that areola alignment was blocked. Anyway, if you’re the type who likes to save the best looping GIFs from hentai scenes, this thing is like a factory for that. You replay not because of some “perfect ending” nonsense, but because you want to see what she sounds like when she fully gives in, or what the AI shows when you turn her into the dirtiest version of herself the system can legally sell. And maybe you poke the honest options again afterward, pretend she’s still innocent, even when you already saw what she looks like when she’s bent over on that digital sofa, begging the invisible client for a second round.

This thing pretends to be some big space opera, but it feels more like a horny guy got lost between Mass Effect and a bad hentai doujin and just went “yeah ok, I live here now”. You play a bounty hunter flying around the galaxy, hunting “dangerous women” who just happen to all be hot, stacked and very allergic to clothes. It starts pretty normal: small mission brief, you land on some weird alien station, there is a milf elf captain who already looks like she wants to ride you instead of arrest you. One dialog choice later, you are pinning her to the command table, and the “space justice” is literally you fucking her until her makeup is ruined and she is begging you to cum inside. Story “progression” is usually: find target, argue a bit, she underestimates you, then it is blowjob, rough sex, creampie, some quick joke, next system. Very subtle like a sledgehammer, but it weirdly works.

What I liked is how touch control actually feels natural for fapping, not like some Ren’Py game where you just tap next and pray the text auto goes faster. Here you are dragging dialogue choices with your thumb while your other hand is kind of busy, sliding up to speed through boring lines, tapping small icons to switch from oral to vaginal, or to push her head deeper on your cock when she is “pretending” to resist. There is this scene with an AI-driven ship interface, looks like some hologram milf with glowing tattoos, where you can just keep forcing her to “optimize your stress levels” by sucking you off in different camera angles, and the game lets you loop that instead of pushing you forward. I kept replaying that one with screen rotation off on my phone so I can jerk with the other hand. It plays nice on touch like FapNinja or Nutaku’s browser games, but this one is more direct, less grind, more “here is a monster girl with three tongues, figure out where to put your dick”.

Humor hits and misses. Sometimes it is pretty funny, like when some elf milf crime boss talks big about honor, then two lines later she is riding you, screaming that she is your property and that you better fill her up or she will kill you. Other times the jokes feel like someone watched too much Marvel and tried to copy that, and you just want them to shut up and get back on their knees. There is light parody of all the usual sci fi: you get star fleets, some evil federation, dumb AI assistants who act like they are above everything while literally simulating pussy for you. The hentai logic is strong: every enemy milf, monster girl, alien queen, they all secretly want your cock, and the “male domination” vibe is full on. You grab hair, you make them choke on it, you decide if you cum on their face or deep in their pussy and watch the creampie drip. Sometimes there is a bit of masturbation scene where the “evil” woman pretends she hates you but she is rubbing herself watching you, and you get this stupid grin because it is so trashy but also hot. It is not deep, and sometimes the dialog feels like it was written on a phone in a bus, but when you are lying on your bed with one hand scrolling and one hand stroking, it kind of hits exactly the dirty brain level it aims for.