Guy is twenty, dick hard, spine soft. That kind of protagonist. He moves into this boring looking apartment block because his crush Aiko lives there, and he thinks it’s going to be all wholesome slice-of-life bullshit. Of course it’s not. The whole place is like a horny pressure cooker. Every floor has some secret: a girl using a vibrator a little too loudly behind a paper-thin wall, neighbors whispering about who’s getting fucked by who, that kind of vibe. It starts “pure” with him trying to confess to Aiko, stuttering like an idiot, jerking off in his room because he can hear her shower. Then she finds out about his feelings and instead of blushing she looks at him like fresh meat. That’s the switch. This is not a romance where the shy guy grows up and becomes a hero. He’s a toy, and the game really enjoys making you feel that.

Aiko is cruel in this soft, playful way that hits harder than straight-up abuse. She makes him edge while she sits on the couch texting someone else. She uses her feet on his cock and then acts bored halfway, like she’s helping a neighbor carry groceries instead of making him whine. She plays “innocent girlfriend” outside, but when the door closes she’s snapping pictures of him in panties and telling him how cute his “clit” looks. There are scenes where she pulls other girls into it, like it’s nothing. One moment she’s kissing him gentle, tongue slow, and the next she’s wiping her spit on his lips and telling another girl to “try him, he’s obedient.” Group scenes feel messy and intimate at the same time: too many hands, some teasing him, some slapping, someone pushing a toy in his ass while another girl rides his face and Aiko just watches, smiling like she’s proud and disappointed together. Sometimes she’ll let him cum inside, warm creampie and soft moan, then immediately humiliate him for how fast he finished. Other times she makes him stay a virgin in one way while turning him into a complete slut in another. You get these tiny choices about resisting or giving in, and half the time even “resist” just means you’ll break a bit later. The corruption is slow enough to feel nasty, but not slow enough that I stop yanking my dick. Honestly I ended up spending more time rerolling scenes and reloading for different reactions than actually “progressing”. It has that gacha feeling in story form, like “maybe this run she will call me good boy while stepping on my face, not just laugh.” And yeah, I got exactly that, and it still somehow wasn’t enough.

What I liked most is how the game doesn’t pretend the MC is secretly in control. He’s not. The girls treat him like a stress toy. One neighbor uses him just for masturbation practice, hands only, no kissing, like she’s learning piano. Another girl goes full lesbian in front of him, grinding on Aiko while making him watch and stroke, then casually uses his mouth like a clean-up tool. There’s anal stuff that just happens after enough teasing, no big drumroll, she just spits on a plug and pushes, tells him to relax, and if you’re like me you’re half angry, half horny, and still clicking “continue”. I kind of hate how small things feel huge: the way Aiko steps on his phone to stop him calling someone, or how she changes his clothes piece by piece until one morning he looks at himself and he’s basically her sissy pet. I wish there was more pushback, some route where he flips it on her, but there isn’t and there won’t be and honestly that makes it hotter. It keeps poking at the cheating angle too, like she might be fucking someone else when he’s not around, but you can dodge it if you want. Or not. Sometimes I let it happen just to see how she’d humiliate him afterwards. The game is clumsy in spots, dialogue weird, pacing off, a couple scenes feel like they forgot foreplay and just jumped straight to toys and screaming, but I still kept one hand on the mouse and one under the desk. I told myself I’d only play until he “wins her heart”. He never really does. He just gets addicted to her, to the collar you don’t see but definitely feel every time she smiles. And I’m still here, like an idiot gacha whale, praying for one more perfect pull where she says my name instead of his.

Revenge stories in porn games usually feel like some edgy teenager’s wet dream, but this one actually leans into the petty, ugly side of it instead of pretending it’s some noble crusade. You play a guy who’s been fucked over in the past and never really got over it, stuck in this school environment where everyone pretends to be mature and romantic while doing the same toxic shit all over again. The game doesn’t rush to the sex, it sort of lets the tension rot first. You watch the MILF teacher with the perfect fake smile lean over your desk, tits almost falling out of her blouse, talking about discipline while you both know neither of you is thinking about grades. Then you have the teasing from girls who used to treat you like a nobody, now suddenly flirting, leaning in too close, “accidentally” brushing your cock, acting like they didn’t help break you back then. It all feels a bit too real sometimes, in a cheap way, like reading old chat logs you wish you deleted.

Since it’s a kinetic novel, you’re basically locked on rails, which I actually liked here. There’s no pretending your “choices matter” when they don’t. You just let the story drag you through this messy mix of resentment and lust. One moment you’re getting a slow, almost mocking titfuck from a big tits classmate who once laughed at you, watching her push her slick boobs together while she smirks like she still owns you, and the next moment you’re buried in someone’s big ass, pounding her hard because the game wants you to believe that fucking equals payback. It doesn’t, obviously, but that tension makes it hotter. The oral scenes are written like power plays instead of love scenes. You feel that in the way some woman drops to her knees, keeps eye contact the whole time, tongue working you over while she half insults you. It’s not sweet, it’s not “making love,” it’s closer to mutual blackmail with orgasms. The romance tag is almost funny, because yeah, there are tender lines and soft lights and those cliché “I always cared about you” confessions, but it’s all happening over the wreckage of what they did before. You get a creampie scene where you finally finish inside a woman who used to treat you like you were beneath her, and it should feel like a victory. Instead it feels messy, like both of you lost something and are pretending you won.

The female domination streak is not full hardcore mistress stuff, more like psychological choking. You get these women who know exactly what they’re doing, guiding the male protagonist by his dick and his grudges. They tease him, drag out the handjobs, sit on his lap with that slow grind that leaves him shaking, give him just enough pleasure so he keeps chasing, keeps dancing to their rhythm. Sometimes they flip it and act soft, almost apologetic, during vaginal sex scenes, riding him slowly, touching his face, whispering all the nice romantic words you wish someone said to you years ago. Then the next scene, they’re cold again, or using him, or reminding him who had the power all along. It’s twisted, but it matches how people actually behave when they mix revenge and romance: they say “I love you” with a knife behind their back. The 3dcg bodies are exaggerated in all the expected ways, huge tits bouncing while she rides you, big ass slapping against your hips when you go rough, but the expressions sell more than the flesh. A smirk at the wrong moment can make a blowjob feel like humiliation instead of comfort. A tiny eye-roll during a kiss can ruin the illusion of romance the script tries to build. That fits the whole mood: sex is hot, yeah, but it never really fixes the past, it just makes it easier to lie about how much it still hurts.

Shawn’s story feels like watching that nerdy guy from the phone shop finally snap and decide “ok, I want pussy and romance, not just anime and cable management.” You start as this awkward clerk who spends more time staring at big asses and big tits than actually selling shit, and slowly you figure out how to turn all that hopelessness into actual dates, groping, and a messy harem situation if you want. It’s a point and click thing, mostly, but wrapped like a mobile game where you’re always checking stats, schedules, moods, messages, and thinking “ok, who do I text for a blowjob tonight and who do I take to the park so she doesn’t hate me.” It feels a bit like Tinder combined with doing chores. Sexy chores with footjobs and titfucks at the end if you play it right.

The three main women all poke at you in different ways. Palla is this lazy moocher roommate who walks around the apartment half dressed, constantly teasing, like she knows exactly how hard your dick is when she bends over the couch. First time I got to grope her “by accident,” in the kitchen, I actually had to put the phone down for a second. She complains, pretends to be offended, but you see the romance flags going up and suddenly you’re on the bed with her giving you oral, and you’re like, yeah ok, that escalated fast. Audrey is the one who roasts you non-stop, the kind of girl that calls you a nerd in public, then lets you finger her in the cinema if you picked the right dialogue two days before. I had one scene where I messed up a choice and she just walked away, no sex, nothing, and I had to grind work again like a clown just to afford a stupid gift to fix things. Amy is even worse. Co-worker who treats you like trash, and when you finally flip the script, you can go sweet romance or full scumbag. My first run I tried to be nice, gave her presents, asked her out to cute dating spots. Second run I just went horny goblin and rushed for a bathroom blowjob at the store. Both paths feel wrong and fun in different ways.

The sandbox structure is where shit gets interesting and also a bit annoying. You wander around different locations, click stuff, run into random events, try to keep everyone happy without blowing your cover. One day you’re having tender vaginal sex with one girl on a date after building up affection, the next day you accidentally line up a booty call with another and suddenly your whole “faithful guy” image is dead. I liked how you can be a sweet romantic nerd who sends flirty texts and brings flowers, or a manipulative seducer stacking a harem where everyone is sharing your dick, or at least pretending not to care. Sometimes it feels like you’re juggling too much. Money, clothes, phones, schedules, affection, lust, jealousy. I got lost once just trying to remember who liked which gift on which day, cursed at the screen, then kept going anyway because I wanted to see that one scene where she sits on your face after a long teasing build-up. That’s the thing here. You end up doing little boring actions for the chance of a hot event where you get a footjob on the couch, or she wraps her massive tits around your shaft and you forget all the min-maxing for a minute. It’s messy, horny, sometimes romantic, sometimes just straight up scummy, and it feels exactly like a nerd’s brain trying to manage porn fantasies and actual relationships at the same time.

You load it up in a bored mood, thinking it will be just another horny office thing, and then suddenly you are sitting in this glossy fashion magazine, surrounded by women who all look like they walked out from some Instagram explore tab that you pretend not to check. HauteBeat hums in the background, that soft loop of office AC, a distant printer, heels clicking across the tiles like a metronome for your dirty thoughts. The protagonist is this fresh graduate, all awkward, shy, still a virgin, and the game really leans into that. He stammers when the editor-in-chief leans over his shoulder, her blouse just a little too open, her perfume basically choking him. The scene where he is alone with the secretary in a tiny meeting room, with the glass walls and everyone outside pretending not to look, that one hit me. She lowers her voice, asks if he understands what “loyalty” means in this office, and every click through the dialogue feels like you’re holding your breath, waiting for the moment her hand actually lands on his thigh. There is no rush, but also no mercy. The pacing is like that slow elevator ride where you already know you’re going to do something filthy when the doors open.

First choice that really made me stop was when you decide if he keeps his “good boy” energy, or starts testing his new power over these women who pretend they’re in charge. One path he plays the sweet intern, trying not to stare at his boss’s big ass every time she bends over a layout. The other path, he starts using what he learns about them, their little secrets, and the mood shifts from nervous to predatory. There is this one route with the married coworker from accounting, the one who always has her phone face down on the desk. She invites him to “help” with some files after hours. Music drops out, it is just the wet sound of her lips when she finally slides under the desk and starts sucking his cock right there, while the screen shows the office lights reflecting on her lipstick-smeared mouth. Her wedding ring catching the glow every time her hand strokes him is such a petty detail, but it sticks. And yes, later, if you push it, you can corrupt her properly, going from quick blowjob breaks to bending her over the office copier for anal, watching that big ass shake while the machine spits out useless sheets.

Not every scene is perfect. One of the titfuck moments feels a bit rushed, like they knew she has massive tits so they just went “ok, put dick between them” and moved on. But then another girl, the one styled like a cold, distant creative director, drags him into the wardrobe room full of clothes for the next shoot. She sits him down on a low bench, climbs on his lap like it is a throne, and the sound design quietly peaks. You hear fabric sliding, hangers tapping, her little moans that she tries to swallow because there are still people a few meters away. When she finally sinks down on his cock, the angle almost makes you feel that stretch yourself, slow vaginal grind that turns into rough fucking and then spanking her ass so hard the clothes around them rustle. The corruption is not just “she is horny now”, you feel how some of them start asking for it. The secretary who once flirted safely is later begging to be used under the desk while the boss is in a video call. The boss who once scolded him starts testing how far she can go before completely giving in. It is all choices and branches, but it never feels like a math problem. More like you are texting three people on WhatsApp at the same time, promising each of them something different, knowing at least one is going to get hurt and you kind of want that. And yes, the protagonist is inexperienced, but by the time he has a little harem of coworkers sucking, riding, getting spanked in the break room, he is not pretending to be a nice guy anymore. Or maybe he still is. Depends what you click.

Teddy’s story here starts like some cheap sci‑fi porn fanfic that someone wrote half drunk, but it kinda works. You’re trapped in this virtual world thing, watching this orphan kid who got adopted by Sofia and Bob, and very fast it stops feeling like “oh poor boy” and turns into “ok this dude is going to fuck his way through every problem”. The game plays out like a visual novel that really, really likes MILFs and slow burn corruption. Not the subtle, artsy kind. More like Sofia leaning over in a low top, pretending she’s just being caring, while her tits are basically their own characters, and Teddy trying not to stare but the dialogue choices are like: “stare more”, “stare a lot more”, “pretend you’re not staring but still stare”. You click, things move, stuff jiggles, and suddenly you’re not caring about the mystery group that captured you at all.

Sex is not instant, which pissed off some guys in the poll I did, but a lot of us kinda enjoyed the teasing. You get that static VN framing, but then scenes flip into these short animated loops that kick in during stripping or blowjob stuff, and it actually gives some weight to the build up. When Sofia unbuttons her blouse the first time, it’s not just a CG swap, she does this slow, half‑guilty undress animation, turning away like she knows it’s wrong but also likes the attention from Teddy. That bit felt pretty hot. Same with the big ass shots when she bends over the couch, pretending to clean. There’s this “I know what I’m doing, but I’ll act innocent” vibe, classic corruption fantasy, and the writing tries to keep that weird line where everyone lies to themselves while you push them deeper into sex. Scenes can cut from kind of wholesome to “ok, now she’s on her knees giving a sloppy blowjob” in like three clicks, which sounds harsh but somehow fits the tone the dev is going for.

I had some small annoyances too. Text pacing jumps around. One scene Sofia is all shy and “oh Teddy, that’s not appropriate”, and then in the next event she’s grinding on him like she’s been a closet nympho for years, no big emotional bridge in between. Also, the virtual world premise with the shady organization in the background is cool on paper, but it sometimes just vanishes while you’re busy watching boobs bounce. Then it suddenly pops back up like “oh yeah, experiment number whatever”, and you’re like, alright, sure, I guess we still care about that. Some choices also pretend to be deep but are just flavor: pick line A or line B, you still end up with Sofia stripping on the bed, tits unleashed, legs spreading, same animation at the end. Still, there was one moment that stuck with me: Teddy sitting on the bed, Sofia next to him, the room quiet, her hand “accidentally” on his thigh. There’s a pause in the text, nothing moves, and you can almost feel that point where she stops being his safe adoptive mom and turns into the woman he’s going to fuck. That little shift, right before the clothes drop, is where the game actually hits its best kink.

Your boss finally notices you, but not for the reason you wanted. You bust your ass at work, grind through pointless meetings, kiss enough corporate ring that your tongue should get hazard pay, and it actually pays off. Promotion on the table, big project, all eyes on you. Then he invites you to his place to “celebrate the new chapter” and you’re already half thinking about LinkedIn flex posts in your head. Instead you walk in and meet the real final boss of the game: his wife, wrapped in a tight dress that looks painted on, tits practically spilling, eyes locked on you like you’re dessert she ordered for herself.

She doesn’t even try to hide it. From the moment she leans in a bit too close to pour you a drink, her huge chest brushing your arm, it’s this slow burn of “this is wrong” versus “this is hot as fuck”. The game leans hard into that quiet, private tension. Soft little smiles, hands lingering on your shoulder a bit too long, her bending over the table to pick something up and making sure you can’t miss her ass straining the fabric. There’s no instant jump to sex, it’s more like she keeps poking at the line and watching you twitch. She corners you in the kitchen, finger trailing along the glass, asking if you’ve “ever had a woman who knows what she wants”. Boss is in the next room, rambling about quarterly numbers, while his wife slowly closes the distance, eyes half-lidded, tongue wetting her lips. At some point she presses you against the counter, her tits pushed up against your chest, her hand sliding down, fingers teasing your crotch over your pants like it’s just casual fun. And you’re there thinking, “Say no, say no” while your body is screaming yes.

The corruption angle actually hits different because you’re not some loser with nothing to lose. You built your way up, you care about the job, and that makes every handjob under the table at dinner feel ten times more dangerous. There’s this one moment where she invites you to “help” her in the study while the boss is on a call. Door almost closed, just a crack open, and she drops to her knees in front of you so casually it feels like she’s done this before. She looks up at you while unzipping you, like she’s daring you to pull away, and of course you don’t. Warm mouth, slow strokes, her lipstick smearing on your skin while she moans around your cock, then wiping her mouth with this smug little smile and going back out like nothing happened. The teasing is constant. She texts you after, sending pics of her in nothing but an open shirt, tits barely contained, saying she’s “bored when hubby is at the office”. Some routes let you push her further, turning that sexy wife into someone who basically lives to sneak around behind his back with you, climbing into your lap, grinding that big ass against you while she whispers how her husband never fucks her like you do. And yeah, part of you knows this will wreck everything you’ve been working for, but by the time she’s riding you on his couch, soft moans mixing with the sound of her skin slapping on yours, nails digging into your shoulders, you’re way past pretending you’re the good guy anymore.

It’s messy in a way that feels uncomfortably real, like watching someone make the worst decisions possible and still finding yourself leaning forward, curious where her next excuse will lead. Yumi moves through the story with this almost painful self-awareness - she knows she’s being watched, both by the player and the game’s world, but she never really stops preening for it. The first time she opens her blouse just slightly too far during that office scene, there’s no sound cue, no dramatic pause - just the soft rustle of fabric and that flicker of doubt on her face. I swear, that moment hit harder than any of the explicit stuff later. The game tries to sell corruption as gradual, but honestly, it’s more about how easily she adjusts to attention. Maybe that’s what makes it so believable.

Then again, sometimes it overplays its hand. There’s this one animation loop during a handjob scene where her eyes cross weirdly, and it pulled me straight out of it; felt more comedic than erotic - like a reaction meme frozen mid-spasm. But that’s part of its charm, right? It’s too earnest to be slick. Even the blackmail thread with Thompson manages to feel less like some grand scheme and more like the world’s creepiest HR problem spiraling out of control. Which, depending on your mood, could be hot or just exhausting. And yet, when Yumi whispers something half-hearted before giving in, it lands. Maybe because the voice acting doesn’t try to sound sultry - it sounds confused, nervous, real.

The lighting deserves attention though. Somebody clearly obsessed over skin tone gradients because every sweat bead looks deliberate. The husband scenes are quieter, tender even, though they carry that slow dread of knowing he’s already losing her. I found myself irrationally annoyed by his tie color - gray, always gray - as if that dull choice symbolized everything wrong with him. Maybe that’s reading too much into it. Or maybe the game wanted that reaction. Anyway, it lingers. You finish a session and keep thinking about those tiny hesitations, how desire can look like guilt when the camera holds just a second too long.

This spy thriller throws you into Sherine's stilettos as she navigates the murky waters of international espionage with her body as much as her brain. The voice acting hits different when you're watching this CIA operative use every tool in her arsenal to get close to a Russian oil magnate - and I mean every tool. What starts as a straightforward infiltration mission quickly becomes a web of seduction, manipulation, and some genuinely tense moments where you're not sure if she's playing him or getting played herself.

The corruption mechanics feel organic rather than forced, watching Sherine adapt her methods based on what works with each target. Sometimes it's subtle teasing during business meetings, other times it's more direct groping scenarios that escalate naturally from the story beats. The animated sequences actually serve the narrative instead of just being eye candy - though they're definitely that too. You'll find yourself making choices about how far she's willing to go, whether to use her sexuality as a weapon or if she's starting to lose herself in the role. The oligarch isn't just some one-dimensional villain either; there's actual chemistry brewing that complicates everything.

Where this game stumbles is in its pacing - some dialogue scenes drag on forever while crucial decision points feel rushed. The AI-generated elements are noticeable if you know what to look for, but honestly the voice work covers most of those rough edges. What really works is how the spy thriller framework gives weight to the sexual content rather than just throwing it at you randomly. Sherine's mission parameters create genuine tension around each intimate encounter - is she compromising the operation or advancing it? The oil business backdrop adds layers of political intrigue that make the stakes feel real beyond just "will they fuck or won't they." It's refreshing to see corruption handled as character development rather than just a meter filling up.

Tony Stark finally gets to act like Tony Stark here, not the sad movie version always saving the universe instead of getting laid. You start in this obscene luxury island mansion that looks like somebody mashed together a billionaire’s Airbnb, a secret SHIELD bunker and a nightclub from Miami that never closes. The game just drops you in as the smug asshole host of an endless “hero party”, with Gwen Stacy on the balcony checking city views, Raven pretending not to care in a dark corner, Supergirl trying to look wholesome while wearing something that would get you banned on Twitch, and you thinking about profit margins while also planning whose panties you’re gonna take off next. It sounds like a power fantasy because it is, but the fun part is how messy and horny it gets when the whole “management” part starts clashing with “I want to creampie every superheroine in this building”.

One moment I was in some fake meeting room talking business numbers with Stark’s AI, flicking through contracts like on Google Sheets, trying to keep the party budget from exploding. Five clicks later I’m in the pool area, flirting with Spider-Gwen, picking joke options about web shooters that really should not have worked, and suddenly the dialogue goes from snarky to filthy real fast. It has that thing where your choices stack up quietly, so after a few shameless lines and one badly timed compliment about her ass, she still ends up in your room casually stroking you through your pants like it’s just another Tuesday. The game treats handjobs as just a warm-up, not some big event, which is kinda funny because they animate it like it’s a ceremony. And when she finally climbs on top and you choose whether to pull out or fill her up, the game actually reacts in later scenes with her being a little more clingy, or weirdly sarcastic about you not knocking her up. I picked creampie first time just because the button was bright and I have zero self control, then spent the next in-game day sweet talking her like I didn’t basically turn her into my personal breeding experiment.

What I liked a lot is how the heroines don’t feel copy-paste. Raven is cold and slow to open up, which makes it absolutely priceless when she goes from passive-aggressive spell girl to pressing her soaked panties into your hand in the training room. Supergirl acts like she’s above normal horniness, until you catch her alone on the terrace and push a bit harder, then suddenly she’s begging you to fuck her like some random fan, not a symbol of hope. Black Cat and Wonder Woman show up later and kinda blow up whatever “plan” you had, since they respond better when you act even more arrogant than usual. There was this stupid moment where I promised Scarlet Witch I’d help with some experiment, completely forgot, spent the night pounding She-Hulk in the gym shower, and then had to deal with Wanda throwing me this jealous, half-psycho magic tantrum while still obviously wanting my dick. The tone is all over the place in a good way: one room you’re talking business strategy like a tycoon game, next room you’re raw-dogging a superheroine on Stark-branded bedsheets, hoping the AI doesn’t comment. It’s horny, dumb, strangely clever sometimes, and absolutely not interested in making you feel like a good person. Which is kind of the point when you’re running a never-ending party where every hero girl eventually ends up naked and breathing hard into your ear.