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.

Temptation’s Ballad feels like someone took a horny D&D session, removed the shy players, pumped the bard full of slutty energy and then forgot to write a safe word. You start in this medieval fantasy city that pretends to be serious with demons and noble houses and gods and whatever, but the game is very honest about what actually matters: who you’re going to fuck, how badly you’re going to mess up your party’s reputation, and how much property damage your dick (or tits) indirectly causes. It calls itself “fairly linear” but it doesn’t feel stiff. More like a drunk march in one direction where you keep getting distracted by a hot ass in the alley, some half‑clothed monster girl in a tavern, or a noble milf who really needs “help” with her magic circle. One moment you’re trying to act like a real hero, the next you’re getting your face sat on by a smug futa demon who treats you like her favorite chew toy. The story leans on the classic trio of idiots party setup: disaster gay, smug bastard, and something in between that definitely should not be trusted around potions. Their banter is half the fun, because they talk like actual horny people who overshare, tease, flirt too hard, then pretend it was “just a joke” while obviously staring at each other’s bulges. There’s real romance in there, surprisingly soft sometimes, and the game just throws it next to scenes where someone is getting spanked in a backroom while a voyeur peeks through the cracks. It shouldn’t work together, but it does, like putting lube on holy water.

The erotic tone is really on that line between silly and nasty. You get all the classic stuff: sloppy oral, tits used like they’re religious objects, thick cocks that clearly don’t follow standard fantasy anatomy rules, creampies that would absolutely require healing spells after. The city of Axia feels like a sandbox for kinks, even if the main plot is straight like an arrow. You’ll walk into a side scene thinking “okay, just dialogue” and suddenly there is a dommy knight stepping on someone’s chest, or a monster girl wrapping a tail around a guy’s throat while riding him. There’s casual interracial stuff, big black cock jokes thrown in like shitposts, and netorare tension playing in the background when someone’s crush gets a little too cozy with a rival. The game never stops to politely explain corruption or cheating either, it just lets you sit there with that ugly horny feeling in your chest while a character moans another person’s name. Sometimes the pacing is a mess and a really nice emotional beat gets bulldozed by a sex scene with way too much groping and not enough build up, like the writer was afraid to let you breathe. I kinda hate that. I also kinda love it. The soundtrack is the quiet hero here, by the way. Fantasy tavern strings and flutes that slide into slow, bass‑heavy, low‑tempo tracks when clothes start coming off, the kind of music that makes you turn down your volume on Discord because you know exactly what you’re doing. There’s even this one track that loops during a teasing scene where a character keeps grinding on your lap but “won’t let you cum yet” and the rhythm matches the fucking text speed. That little sync made me laugh and then immediately shut up because it actually turned me on. It’s not a classy game. It doesn’t want to be. It’s messy, loud, horny, too obsessed with big boobs and bigger problems, and Axia feels like a place where every summer vacation ends with someone pregnant, corrupted, or tied to a bed. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

Thomas is that kind of guy every Overwatch nerd pretended to be back when D.Va voice lines were stuck in our heads all day. Except here he actually did it. He is in the team, he sleeps in her bed, he knows exactly how loud she moans when you pull her pigtails and shove her face into the mattress. On paper the relationship looks perfect: famous Korean mecha princess, loyal boyfriend, fans screaming her name on Twitch while she rides his cock after a match like it is just another ranked game. But there is this tiny itch under his skin, like when Battle.net lags right when you ult. Everything is good, nothing is wrong, and yet he wants more. Dirtier. Meaner. Less “idol” and more “cum toy with cute cheeks”.

Then that weird mail shows up, like spam you should ignore but you click it anyway because horniness beats common sense every single time. It is not some big magic ritual or epic prophecy nonsense, it is more like someone slid a cheat menu into his life. One by one, the little options open up. Lower her shame. Boost her arousal in public. Crank up obedience when you whisper in her ear. And you just watch this bright, cocky pro gamer girl, who talks trash in voice chat and winks at cameras, slowly start blushing when you tell her to go out without panties under that tiny skirt. At first she protests, acts all “babo, we can’t, the fans!” and then she is sitting on your lap in the parked car, skirt hiked up, drooling around your dick while people walk right past the tinted window. That moment when she looks up with full ahegao eyes, lipstick smeared, and you realize she is way more into humiliation than she wants to admit, hits harder than any highlight reel.

The fun part is how it mixes the silly parody vibe with really rough stuff. One scene she is doing her cutesy “Nerf this!” type voice while riding a vibrating toy you control from your phone, pretending it is just “training gear” for long matches. The next night you have her tied up in some basement that looks way too close to a practice room, wrists burning against ropes, ass already red from spanking, and you are forcing her to count every slap in broken English while she tries not to scream your name. She cheats on you and it is still your win, because you ordered it. You push her into these messed up “swinging” setups where her so‑called allies get a taste of her, but she is trained so well that she only cums when you tell her she is allowed. The anal scenes hit weird too; the first time she is so proud and cocky, saying she can “tank anything”, then three thrusts later she is babbling like a drunk support player, clutching at you, mascara running, begging you not to film it while you obviously already did. Some bits are slow, like a ranked queue on a dead server, and sometimes the jokes miss, but then there is that one moment where she walks out on stage, still wet from the sex toy hidden inside her, winking at the crowd while you raise the vibration level on your phone, and suddenly all the little rough edges of the game feel on purpose.

Guy comes back from uni, thinks he’s just crashing at dad’s place for a while, and suddenly he’s living in a softcore soap opera that keeps trying to turn into hardcore blackmail porn every ten minutes. The “new” home is basically a harem powder keg with a fresh coat of paint. Dad’s got a hot young wife who dresses like she’s trying to be professional but keeps bending over in ways that make it really clear this house doesn’t run on morality. She’s trying to be proper, to keep things under control, but the more you tease her, the more those “accidental” slips start to look planned. You can play nice, give her romance, soft touches, slow kisses in the hallway where anyone could walk by. Or you go the other way. Let her know you’ve seen the messages on her phone, the shady little secrets she keeps, and start turning that knowledge into obedience. The maid uniform does not help her at all. Every time she puts it on, she slides one step closer to kneeling when you tell her to.

The game keeps throwing women at you who all feel like they belong in different genres of porn, but somehow it doesn’t totally fall apart. Next door you’ve got that barely-legal airhead who thinks “corruption” just means trying a cigarette. Spend some time with her and suddenly she’s practicing deepthroat in your bedroom while still pretending she’s innocent. You spank her once as a joke and she turns bright red, half from humiliation, half from being way too into it. Then there’s the cop who should absolutely arrest you, but spends more time grinding on your lap during “interrogations” than asking questions. She’s the kind of woman you can push face-first over a table, pull her panties aside and fuck her while she tries to pretend she’s in control. You know that moment when she glares at you, wipes her mouth after a messy blowjob, and you realize you’re the one being handled? Yeah, that happens too. Somewhere in there is a spoiled rich girl who treats you like trash until you get her alone, pull her hair, make her strip and crawl, and suddenly she’s the one begging for more. Sometimes the romance path feels almost too sweet, like the game forgot it’s full of blackmail, spanking and public humiliation, then it remembers and throws you into a scene where a girl is masturbating in your bed, crying with shame while still rubbing her clit because you ordered her to. The animations are surprisingly horny for how simple they look, especially the oral scenes, though I swear one of the loops where she’s riding you looks a bit off and now I can’t unsee it. But it works. The moans, the little shivers when you slap her ass, the way a “good girl” you’ve been patient with for hours finally drops to her knees and opens her mouth because you crook a finger. Half the time you think you’re going to play the nice guy and go for romance, and then the game hands you a chance to make a maid clean the floor in her underwear while you sit back, cock out, and suddenly you’re the villain and it feels way too good.