Guy gets turned into roadkill, wakes up in horny fantasy land, and the first thing the world says is basically “congrats, you’re the protagonist, go ruin everybody’s morals.” That’s the vibe. It looks like some dev took an isekai light novel, poured milk all over it, and then asked “ok but what if every side quest slowly turned nice people into cock-drunk pervs with huge tits.” You wander around clicking on stuff like a regular point and click sandbox, but half the time you’re just peeking at thick milfs bending over, and the other half you’re getting sucked off behind some tavern while a slime monster pretends not to watch. The animated scenes are the real hook: boobs bouncing, milk dripping, asses shaking, all that 3D porn game energy where every character has a spine made of rubber and an ass that would absolutely kill your actual back. One minute you’re in a “normal” fantasy town, next minute you’re sneaking into a bedroom, watching a sleeping woman’s blankets slowly slide off her massive tits, and the game just quietly suggests “hey, what if you corrupt her while she sleeps.” It doesn’t ask if you’re a good person. It assumes you’re not.

What surprised me is how often it tries to be funny and actually lands it, then goes straight into some really fucked up humiliation or slave stuff without warning. There’s this milf with a huge ass who talks to you like you’re a useless little nerd, then three quests later she’s stripped in public, face red, tits out, calling you “master” while pretending she hates it and clearly loving every second. The corruption vibe is slow burn if you click around and talk to people, but if you’re impatient you can just stumble into scenes where a monster gets involved and suddenly that “adventure” tag stops feeling heroic real quick. Oral, vaginal, creampie, sleep sex, voyeur stuff, it’s all there, and the game’s not shy. I had one scene where I was hiding behind a door, watching a thick chick lactate all over herself while she tried to clean up, and I honestly spent more time nudging the camera just to see how the milk rolled down her stomach than progressing the actual quest. Stupid thing that bothered me: sometimes the sandbox pacing feels like the game forgot what it wanted you to do. You’ll be horny, you’ll have your dick in hand, and it’s like “go click this random barrel three times.” But then you get rewarded with some animated stripping scene where a monster girl does this slow, teasing dance that absolutely doesn’t match the silly fantasy tone and somehow that clash makes it hotter. It kinda feels like your browser history got reincarnated with you.

Quiet main guy with anger issues and a messy past, whole town calling him a killer, comes crawling back home with this crazy mix of guilt and “fuck you all” energy. That’s the mood. You’re not some heroic knight, you’re the dude who got his life ripped apart and now you’re choosing if people get punished, forgiven, or fucked stupid on the way to their doom. Sometimes all three at once. One second you’re watching from the shadows like a creep, peeking through doors, catching your “perfect” milf aunt fingering herself over some drama nonsense, next second you’re deciding if you just watch or walk in, grab her by the hair, and make her choke on your cock while she begs you to forgive the family. The game is very much: “Are you here for justice, or are you here to ruin everyone and cum inside them while they cry?” and the answer is usually yes.

You get this weird mix of romance and pure filth that kinda shouldn’t work, but somehow does. Like, the shy “good girl” who defended you when the others called you a monster? She’s technically off limits, yeah? Childhood crush, still virgin, still looking at you with those soft eyes. You can be gentle, take her first time slow, kiss her forehead, let her ride you while she shakes and clings to you like you’re the only safe thing left in the world. Or you just pin her down, hand over her mouth so the others in the house don’t hear, push into her tight pussy while she whimpers under you, and finish with a deep creampie she didn’t really agree to. The game doesn’t flinch. Sleep sex too, if you’re that kind of bastard: sneaking into her room when she’s out cold, pulling her panties aside, slowly sliding in while she’s half dreaming, half moaning your name, and you’re sitting there deciding if that’s “love” or just you using her like a toy. And yes, it actually animates those moments, hips moving, tits bouncing, your load spilling back out when you’re done. It’s dirty, in a way that feels personal, not just porn noise.

The power stuff hits hard because everyone tried to control you, so now you get to flip it. There are scenes where the same woman that lied about you is on her knees licking your feet, kissing your toes, trying to convince you she’s loyal while you rest your cock on her face like she’s furniture. Sometimes you go full male dom, handprints on asses, spanking until they cry, forcing them to jerk you off with shaky hands, or wrapping their tits around you for a messy titjob that ends all over their face while they call you “sir” with mascara running. Other times, you get trapped in their games. One of the older women can straight up ride your face and balls at the same time, pinning you down, making you cum on command like she’s the judge now, and you’re the poor bastard on trial. There’s even this moment where a woman spits on your cock, strokes you slow with her feet, teasing you for being so easy to control, and you’re just stuck watching your own precum drip on her soles. Interracial stuff shows up too, like the darker-skinned girl who talks big, then melts when you push her against a wall and pump her full, promising you’ll “ruin every hole” next time. And yes, expect spying on showers, catching them touching themselves, ending in more harem chaos than any serious revenge story should have. If you want every spicy scene to actually hit, don’t skip dialog, don’t rush. Let them talk, let the guilt and hate simmer, then when the clothes come off, fuck them like you’re settling an old score, not just clearing a gallery.

This one starts like some sad wage slave fantasy, but it actually hits harder than I expected. You die like an idiot at a traffic light and then wake up in this magic world with a body that isn’t falling apart from stress and coffee, a weirdly wholesome adopted family, and a job as a low-rank adventurer who is way too in love with an A-rank witch. Mia is the “cold bitch who melts” type, yeah, but the game gives her just enough little human moments that I kinda ended up fighting with the dev in my head: no, she belongs with me, not with every bastard in the guild. She snaps at you, she blushes, she does that smug little half smile when she’s clearly teasing and pretending she doesn’t care. There’s this scene where she cleans monster guts off you with magic and then, completely straight face, wipes a little bit with her fingers and licks it, like she’s testing potion ingredients. It’s not sexy at first. Then she looks at you, tongue still out, and you go “ah ok, we’re doing this.” I hated how much I liked that.

What I love and kinda hate is how the game keeps playing chicken with you about “trusting” her. The romance parts are really sweet and honestly a bit cringe in that way only fantasy VN can be. Hand-holding under the cloak, lazy cuddling in the inn, her one time letting you use her thighs as pillow while she reads a grimoire and pretends you’re not basically nuzzling her ass. That part feels almost like a normal lovey game. She gives you a handjob with this super serious face while talking about spell formations, like she’s doing lab work, then at the end she breaks and giggles when you cum on her wrist. Then some chapters later, the same hand is wrapped around another guy’s cock and she has this dazed look, and the camera lingers on her fingers like it remembers before you do. I wanted to close the game at that part and also replay it immediately. The netorase pieces are sneaky too. It starts with “haha what if we just showed a bit of skin in the tavern to scam free drinks” and ends with you pretending you’re ok while she gives an under-the-table footjob to some drunk knight right in front of you. You still get the text choices like you’re in control, but both answers are hurt. Classic. I swear one of the most evil things was a simple kissing scene. You finally get a proper kiss on the bridge at night, she’s shaking, you can feel she really wants you. Then, much later, that same bridge shows up again and she stands there with another man, laughing too loudly, her lipstick slightly smeared. No explicit sex there, just the echo of that kiss, and it hit harder than any creampie CG.

The game doesn’t stick to only one flavor of pain either. There is full-on cheating, yeah, like watching her kneel and swallow another dude’s load while the narration insists she’s thinking of you, and you know she isn’t. The sleep sex scene pissed me off in a good way. You go to bed exhausted and wake up to her riding you slowly, whispering that she “couldn’t hold back anymore” which would be cute if there wasn’t already this hint that she’d been warmed up earlier by someone else. Small detail: the wet sound isn’t quite right the first thrust and your brain goes “why is she this ready” and then shuts up because tits. There’s anal too, but honestly it’s less about you being dominant and more about you realizing she already learned to relax for someone before you. The game throws in some female domination moments where she cuffs you with magic and edges you with her mouth, then the next scene flips it and you’re the one pinning her to the wall and making her beg to be filled. I liked that power shift, though I wish she had kept the little witch hat on during that oral scene and she just doesn’t and I’m still annoyed about it for no sane reason. Also, furry side characters show up and of course they get scenes that are way hotter than they have any right to be, especially one smug fox girl who makes fun of you while jerking you off with her tail, like this is normal Tuesday. There’s humor all over, sometimes dumb, sometimes actually good, like your party member making NTR jokes inside the story as if he knows what kind of VN he lives in. I forgot to mention that one whole dungeon arc is basically designed just to humiliate you in public with exhibitionism stuff, where Mia pretends to be under mind control and “forced” to show off her body to a crowd, except the more they look the wetter she gets. The AI-style CG gives everything this weird almost-too-perfect face that becomes creepy when she’s moaning for someone else. It’s messy, horny, petty, and yeah, I’m still arguing in my head that Mia is better as my girl, even while watching her get pounded from behind and still calling my name at the wrong moment.

Yuu looks like one of those quiet types you’d never notice in a crowd, but that’s the trick, isn’t it? The game doesn’t start with fireworks or any fancy menu music - it just drops you right into his head. You can almost feel how tense he is around Misaki, his little sister who’s too innocent for the filth swirling around her. It’s that kind of story where every click feels heavier than it should, because one wrong choice and things slide from tender to completely fucked-up. And they do. You think you’re protecting her, then suddenly the camera lingers too long, she’s asleep, breathing soft, and your cursor hesitates. It’s not subtle about temptation. The voyeurism here is dirty in a way that makes you feel complicit, like you’re peeking through a crack in a door you shouldn’t have opened.

The animation hits that weirdly realistic zone - not uncanny, just raw enough to make the moans stick in your ears. There’s this one scene where Yuu’s hand trembles before touching her thigh, and the sound design makes it worse, or better, depending on what you came for. When the blackmail angle kicks in, everything starts looping back: guilt, lust, anger, repeat. Some endings hit harder than expected - one actually made me shut my phone for a minute. Then I went back anyway. The multiple paths don’t feel like “good” or “bad” endings, more like different shades of corruption. You’ll probably hate yourself a bit, which is exactly why it works.

Weird thing - the romance thread actually lands emotionally once or twice, like when Misaki whispers his name during the sleep scene, half-awake, half-aware. It’s messed up and strangely intimate. You won’t find polished heroes or tidy morals here, just a slow descent wrapped in warm skin and bad decisions. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

The first thing I noticed was how slow it loads in Chrome compared to Firefox, which is weird, because other VN players always recommend Chrome. But after waiting through that blank white flicker, the title just appears, no fancy menu, and it sort of fits - like someone coded the whole thing in one long night with half a plan and a hard-on. The writing swings between absurdly corny dialogue and tense, breathy pauses that actually made me lean forward. Erza’s route hit harder than I expected; the engine stutters a bit when the transition hits from teasing to naked skin, as if the code itself got flustered. At one point Mirajane just stares at the camera, half-undressed, saying nothing, and it’s unsettling but kind of erotic? My mouse double clicked because I didn’t know whether to keep going or stop and breathe.

There’s too much sound compression, though - headphones exaggerate that low moan into something that buzzes in your skull. I liked the way the text box shakes when you make a rougher choice; you can practically feel the humiliation radiate off the screen, and maybe I’m reading too much into it, but that’s the first time I’ve ever felt genuine shame synced with a save file. The whole guild concept keeps drifting around, promising missions, quests, whatever, but it really just becomes an excuse for swapping scenes of control and surrender, of bodies framed like code samples gone wrong. I wanted to click “Settings” to adjust volume, but instead stumbled into an exhibitionism scene that started before I could move. And it’s messy, nerve-pinching messy - some sprite layer got stuck, half-transparent, hovering over Lucy’s face mid-fellatio, and for once, the glitch worked. Like voyeurism baked into the source.

Mobile version? Don’t even bother - touch controls feel like punishment. Still, there’s something raw in how it refuses to clean itself up. It’s not the kind of polish you expect. It’s more like intimacy leaking through bad optimization. Or maybe that’s me making excuses. I tried capturing a screenshot for a forum thread, but my phone overheated, and now whenever I unlock the screen, I swear I still see Mirajane’s smirk fading into white.

Rich princess with too much money and zero shame suddenly lands in this crappy, noisy neighborhood like she took the wrong Uber and decided to stay. Fancy car, tight dress, tits screaming for attention, that annoying perfect hair. She acts like everyone around is trash, walks like the street is her personal runway, but her curtains are always a little open, lights never really off, and she either has no clue about privacy or wants you to watch. You play the broke guy next door who notices everything, mostly because the building is thin as paper and her moans kind of travel through the walls. At first she’s just this blonde pain in the ass that calls the cops on loud music, then suddenly she starts talking with weird people in suits in the hallway, hiding papers, whispering on the phone at night while half naked. That is when the game quietly tells you: yeah, man, this one has secrets, go dig.

The whole thing is basically about stalking her, but in that fun pervy way where you keep telling yourself “I’m just curious” while you are literally crouched near her window watching her rub herself on those expensive silk sheets. Early on you catch her in the bathroom through a small crack, pushing her fingers deep inside, pressed against the mirror, her ass bouncing while she bites her own shoulder to not scream. It’s not some soft romance either, she plays with herself like she’s angry, like she hates needing it. Then she pretends in public she is this cold upper-class bitch, but in private she humps pillows, grinds the bed, spreads her legs wide and pulls her own tits like they did something wrong. You collect pics, clips, little pieces of info, dig around her trash, check what she hides in drawers when she thinks nobody is looking. At some point you unlock this scene where she falls asleep in this tiny silk nightgown that rides up over her ass, and the game just gives you that terrible idea, you know which one. It does not handle it politely. You get close, feel her breathing, her nipple hard against the thin cloth while she is half passed out from wine, and the options there are not nice-boy material. If that kind of stuff turns you off, this game honestly does not care and keeps going.

There is a weird mix of mystery and porn here. One moment you are zooming in on her ass while she is bent over watering plants on the balcony, the next you are checking some shady document you snapped a photo of, trying to figure out who she is screwing over for cash. She is not just some trophy with big tits, she scams people, manipulates neighbors, flirts with older guys and then blackmails them when they get handsy. Kind of hot, kind of awful. You use that against her, obviously. Catch her touching herself while whispering the name of one of those men, record it, then corner her in the stairway, whisper in her ear exactly what she was doing with those fingers, show her the proof. She looks at you like she wants to claw your face, but her thighs rub together. That tension is the best part. A few scenes later you are behind her on the couch, shoving yourself between her cheeks while she pretends to resist, whispering that she hates you, and then suddenly she is grinding back and begging you not to stop. The “investigation” part is just an excuse to get to that level of control, standing over this rich bitch who thought she was untouchable, watching her on her knees with mascara running, tits bouncing while she chokes around your cock. It’s messy, wrong, dirty in a way that would get your Pornhub recommendations completely ruined, and it leans hard into the whole voyeur, sleep stuff, blackmail, neighbor tension without apologizing for any of it. Honestly I opened it just to check a scene or two, like I do with a lot of random adult games between Telegram notifs and Twitter doomscrolling, and ended up replaying the same balcony spying moment three times just because the way her ass jiggles when she leans over that rail hits something in the brain that Chrome incognito mode was invented for.

Once a naive youth filled with admiration and longing, he gazed up to his idol with innocent eyes and hopeful heart. He remembered the cold silence that followed her departure, a wound that never quite healed.

Currently, he navigates a charged environment where past reverence clashes with raw, carnal urges. The house pulses with forbidden energy as he explores hidden desires, groping and teasing in secret corners. The presence of mature women with ample curves and sultry smiles fuels his awakening, while sleep sex and whispered confessions deepen the tangled web.

The power dynamics twist and turn, forcing both to confront buried feelings and taboo desires. Their story becomes a provocative exploration of control, submission, and the blurred lines of family and passion.

Discover what happens when admiration turns into obsession, and abandoned hearts find unexpected fulfillment.

You wake up broke, horny, and back in your old room that still smells a bit like teenage shame and cheap body spray, and the game just kind of grins and says, “yeah, this is where it starts.” You’re this young psychology guy who thought he had life sorted, then it all collapses and you crawl back to mom’s house. Only mom isn’t just “mom” anymore. She’s this thick, soft, dangerous kind of beautiful, the kind that makes your eyes slide over her curves against your will. She walks around the house in clothes that hug her huge tits and that insane ass in a way no actual mother should, bending over the couch while you pretend to look away and fail every single time. The camera loves her, almost too much. It lingers on the subtle stuff, the underwear line digging into her hips, the way her nipple outline threatens to show when she moves. You’re supposed to feel guilty. You don’t. Or you do, but it just makes your dick harder. It’s that kind of story.

Then there are the sisters, and yeah, the game knows exactly what it’s doing. The older one moves like a witch who realized she can control a room just by existing. Goth clothes, dark nails that look like they’d hurt when she scratches your back, eyes that tell you she thinks you’re trash but her body keeps betraying her, slower each day. There’s this moment where you “accidentally” walk in while she’s bent over her desk in fishnets, headphones in, skirt just not quite long enough, and the main character just stands there too long while you feel his thoughts going places they absolutely shouldn’t. Later, when the hypnosis angle really kicks in, watching her resist you with this mix of hatred and arousal, hips still grinding in spite of her words, that’s where the corruption hits harder than any sex scene. She spits insults while she rides your cock, then trembles when you ask her who owns that tight ass now, and her voice breaks on the answer. It’s fucked up. It’s hot. It’s both at once. The younger sister is the opposite weather: all pastel pink, soft hair, candy wrappers, plush toys, girly socks that should not look so good wrapped around your waist. She trusts you way too much. She curls against you during a movie, her small tits brushing your arm, and the game slows the moment just enough that you feel that sharp, dirty edge when your hand lingers longer than it should on her thigh. Later, with the mind control, teaching her to touch herself on command, watching her bite her lip while she obeys, that’s the point where “romance” and “corruption” almost merge into this twisted little love story that you’re not sure you’re supposed to enjoy so much.

The hypnotherapist is the real doorway drug. Mom’s friend, older but still tight where it counts, eyes that see too much and voice that rolls over you like warm honey. You sit in her office as “assistant,” pretending to take notes while she drops other women into deep trance, fingers playing with their minds and their bodies at the same time, and you’re there, hard under the desk, memorizing every word, every pattern. There’s a point when she leans down behind a patient and guides the girl’s mouth on a toy, whispering triggers, and your brain just goes click. After that, going home feels different. Sleeping bodies don’t feel safe anymore. The game leans into sleep sex in a way that’s almost too intimate. Like, you stand over your mom’s bed at night, listening to her slow breathing, watching her tits rise and fall under the thin fabric, and one tiny suggestion you planted earlier makes her legs spread a little. She mumbles your name in her sleep while you slide your hand under her panties and the guilt is there, but it’s distant, like a voice behind glass. Same with the sisters, those late-night scenes where the younger one is half-asleep, squirming and moaning softly as your fingers tease her soaked slit, or the older one clenching around your cock in her sleep, cursing you in her dreams while her body begs for more. The game doesn’t flinch from that dirty intimacy. It loves deepthroats that go too far, tears at the corner of her eyes, spit and mascara mess. It loves big tits bouncing while you fuck them, cocks sliding between them until you paint her chest white. It loves asses, god, the asses: thick ebony hips, mom’s juicy milf curves, your sister’s perfect goth bubble butt stretched around your shaft when you finally push into her tight hole and she squirts all over the sheets. Anal, vaginal, titfucks, creampies that drip out slowly while she walks around the house pretending nothing happened. Sex toys buzzing between thighs, collars and ropes appearing on the “good girl” routes that still somehow pretend to be romantic. There’s a weird tenderness under all that filth too, like when you watch your own cum slowly swell inside a belly on the pregnancy scenes, or when a character you’ve completely twisted still smiles at you like you’re her whole world. It’s wrong. It’s beautiful in a fucked way. It feels like you’re building a harem out of people who were once your family, your patients, your lovers, turning them into obedient, wet puppets and devoted partners at the same time, and the game just lets you keep going, deeper, softer, nastier, never really asking you to justify any of it. I just wish the text messages inside the game didn’t use that ugly default pop-up style, it pulls you out for a second, but then somebody drops to their knees, takes you so deep they choke, and suddenly you forget you were annoyed at all.

KRUZ CITY feels like that dirty daydream you get on a long bus ride when your mind starts drifting and you suddenly remember how much you like soft skin and the sound of someone breathing right in your ear. It starts pretty tame: you come back to your hometown after being basically locked in this brutal sports camp, muscles sore, balls even more sore, pretending you care about training drills when actually you’re just thinking about thighs and lips and the smell of shampoo on a pillow. The moment you arrive, the place looks normal on the surface, but every corner feels loaded with some secret. A door half open, a shower running too long, a bedroom light still on at night where it really shouldn’t be. You walk around thinking you’re just exploring a city, and suddenly you’re peeking through a window and realizing this older woman you kinda remember from childhood is kneeling between some guy’s legs, tits pressed against his thighs, and you feel that hot stab of jealousy and arousal at the same time. It’s not subtle about it, which honestly I liked. The game doesn’t treat you like a kid.

What stuck to my brain is how physical everything feels. There’s this scene where you finally get a “private” moment with one of the milfs, and it starts with something simple, like her fingers brushing your hand while she hands you a drink. That tiny touch, just skin on skin, makes the whole screen feel heavier. Then it moves to her sitting too close, your leg pressed against her soft thigh, and when she shifts her weight you can almost feel that warm pressure slide across you. When she wraps her fingers around you for the first time, it’s slow, like she’s testing how far she can go, thumb rubbing the tip, palm squeezing just a bit too tight. You actually notice silly stuff, like the way her tits bounce a little when she changes grip, or how her ass digs into the couch when she leans forward to whisper something filthy, hot breath on your neck. And because the game likes to mess with your head, sometimes you’re watching this from a distance instead, hidden in the dark, seeing her do the exact same teasing moves on another guy. That part hits different. There’s this ugly, horny twist in your chest, like your stomach drops and your cock twitches at the same time, especially when she moans his name in a voice you thought was just for you. I wish I could say I hated it. I didn’t.

Kinda funny how often it plays with that “am I a good guy or just a horny bastard” feeling. One night you’re sneaking into a room, lights low, hearing soft breathing and wondering if you should really be here. The girl is half asleep, big ass barely covered by a thin sheet, one leg bent, panties riding up just enough to show the curve of her pussy. You slide your hand along her thigh, and the game lets you push it, fingertip by fingertip, until you’re rubbing her through the fabric, feeling that damp spot grow. She shifts, murmurs something, and you’re holding your breath, completely still, like if you don’t move she’ll keep pretending she’s asleep. That mixture of guilt and raw need is all over this thing. Same with the foot stuff: one of the women casually puts her bare foot in your lap while she talks about something boring, heel resting right on your crotch, and pretends not to notice as her toes start to curl and press. You try to focus on the dialogue, but all you can think about is how the ball of her foot grinds down just a bit harder every time you answer wrong. Sometimes you end up just jerking off alone after, pants around your ankles, staring at your phone, replaying a clip of her sucking someone else off, spit running down her chin. Honestly, I got stuck way too long in one early masturbation scene because the rhythm of her handjob was just that perfect, fingers twisting, wrist pumping faster while she stares you dead in the eyes like she owns you. And the worst part is you kind of want her to.