Denji’s trapped again, but this time it’s not about blood or blades. It’s a damn maze of moans and bad decisions. The walls hum like they’re watching, the air sticky with that half-sinful, half-desperate energy only Chainsaw Man chaos could pull off. Kobeni trembles like always - except now she’s trembling for different reasons. You can almost taste her panic when your hand slides under her shirt, that mix of fear and wanting that shouldn’t feel this hot but somehow does. Himeno’s smirk cuts through the tension like a knife dipped in smoke; she knows exactly what you’re thinking before you even move. She plays dirty, whispering things that make you forget which way is out, makes you think maybe getting lost forever wouldn’t be so bad.

The game doesn’t rush. It teases. One second you’re grinding through dialogue choices that seem stupidly simple, and then suddenly it hits you - this isn’t about saving anyone, it’s about corrupting them just enough to see who breaks first. Internal view scenes hit hard, no filter, no mercy. The sound design’s nasty in a good way - sticky breaths, little gasps, wet slaps echoing through the infinite corridor like applause. There’s humor too, weirdly enough. Power barges in at the worst possible moment, yells something ridiculous, and you still can’t help but laugh even as the screen flashes another throbbing close-up. It’s gross and sexy and kinda tragic all at once.

And yeah, the endings. Plural. You’ll probably screw up the first one, because some options look harmless until you realize they change everything. There’s a scene where Denji just stares at his own hands, covered in… well, you know, and it lingers longer than comfortable. That’s the thing - nothing here feels safe, even the pleasure. It’s messy, horny, strangely tender in places where it shouldn’t be. Like the game itself is laughing at you for getting turned on by its cruelty. And maybe it’s right.

Naruto finally got the Hokage chair and, surprise, he basically married the office instead of Hinata. The game leans hard into that. You’re not “saving the relationship” or doing some romantic fix-it fantasy. You’re watching Hinata hit that point where the bed’s cold, the house is quiet, and the only one actually paying attention to her is a smug talking cat with better rizz than her own husband. D1 just strolls into Naruto’s home like he owns the place, curls his tail, and starts giving Hinata the kind of looks she hasn’t gotten since before Boruto was even a thought. It’s wrong, it’s messy, and it’s kind of hot how fast she goes from shy wife to “yeah, I’m going to fuck this problem away.”

The whole thing plays like a kinetic novel, so you’re not juggling a thousand choices. You’re more like a guilty spectator. Scenes just roll in one after another, and honestly that fits. Hinata’s not really deciding much anymore, she’s just sliding. One moment she’s alone in the bathroom, touching herself while thinking about Naruto coming home early. Except he doesn’t. Phone on the sink lighting up with village alerts while her toes curl and she tries to muffle her moans. And then the next scene she’s in the living room, D1 stretched lazily across her lap, his tail flicking near her thighs while he flirts like some sleazy bartender. When he finally gets her to straddle him on the couch, shorts pushed aside, her panties already wet from earlier, there’s this tiny pause where she says “this is wrong” and then her hips just ignore her. That first slow grind where she sinks down on him, eyes half-lidded, is way more intimate than any of the bigger, louder sex moments. Later, when he fills her completely and she clenches around him, the game holds on her face and the little tremble in her voice instead of some overproduced fireworks. And yeah, there’s a creampie scene on Naruto’s own bed, sheets bunched in her fists, D1 pounding into her from behind while her wedding photo stares from the nightstand. It’s trashy and a bit on-the-nose, but I still paused a second on that shot.

What caught me off guard is how they keep Hinata visually soft and homey instead of full-on porn cosplay. Big tits, big ass, sure, but it’s the way her tank top rides up when she’s doing normal house stuff, or how her shorts bite into her hips when she bends, that sells the whole neglected-wife thing way better than any jutsu. The animation isn’t flawless, sometimes her expressions snap a little weird mid-thrust, and there’s one masturbation loop that goes a bit too long and turns more funny than sexy, but honestly that imperfection fits the mood too. It feels like peeking at something you shouldn’t, not some polished “official” project. There’s a scene where she’s sitting at the window at night, hand between her thighs under the blanket, trying to imagine Naruto touching her, but every time she gets close, her brain replaces him with D1’s voice whispering in her ear. She still finishes, panting his name, then instantly covers her mouth like someone might hear, even though the house is empty. That stupid little detail stayed with me longer than the final full-on riding scene. And yeah, Naruto’s technically in the story, but in a weird way he’s just background noise, like the mission reports he buries himself in while his wife gets railed by a cat with better time management.

Power, tits and dragons, in that order. Whores of Thrones takes the whole Seven Kingdoms mess and asks a very simple question: what if everyone stopped pretending they have honor and just started fucking for it instead. You’re dropped into this twisted court drama where every “deal” is half politics, half who is on their knees, and it leans hard into that. One scene you’re whispering dirty orders in a candlelit sept, next scene you’re watching a proud knight get milked by a monster he tried to stab. The story does that slow corruption thing: characters start with some fake moral line, then a bit of blackmail here, a “do this or I ruin your house” there, and suddenly they are naked in public, on their knees, kissing boots, begging for more. It doesn’t rush it, which I kinda loved and also kinda hated when I wanted to just go straight to hardcore. Sometimes you’ll pick a choice and think “ok soft scene now” and the game responds with anal, a collar, and a smug priest watching. Not complaining, just surprised. Often.

Fan service is insane. Sansa, Arya, Daenerys, Cersei, all twisted versions of themselves, each pushed into their own flavor of kink. There is this one path where your male character gets to break the noble “ice princess” step by step, starting with just making her show her feet, then kissing them, then using them on your cock like it’s nothing, until she goes from disgusted to needy. Long scene, very slow, and honestly the footjob animation and expressions are way better than they should be for a porn parody. Then you flip to another route and you’re playing a girl instead, suddenly on the other side of the leash, teasing another woman, riding her face and using toys on her while you promise to protect her family if she just obeys. Lesbian stuff hits different here, because they make it half affection, half “I own you now”. You can feel the writers grinning when they script a holy woman forced into exhibitionism in front of her own followers, or when a dragon queen ends up bent over a balcony, pretending she cares about the city while you’re just pounding her and talking about who she has to marry next. There’s vanilla pussy grinding right next to anal punishment, incest whispers in the background mixed with religious guilt, some brutal female domination scenes, gay side paths that go from awkward to “oh shit this is rough” in two clicks. It goes from funny parody to “damn, that’s filthy” really fast. And yeah, you can play it on your phone, which is a blessing until you realize you just opened a scene with a chained noble girl licking a boot and a dildo in the middle of your train ride, and now you can’t look anyone in the eye.

Game hits you in the face right from the start. Dad is dead, you hated his guts, thought that would be the moment you breathe easy, and instead you walk straight into this rotting corporate circus he left behind. Whole thing feels like someone mashed a late night office drama with porn and then sprinkled in jokes that maybe you shouldn’t laugh at, but you still do. You play this guy who is finally “free”, except not really, because every time you click something you discover another way your old man fucked your life from beyond the grave. One moment you’re staring at spreadsheets and company reports, next moment you’re getting a blowjob in a glass office where anyone could walk in, and the game just treats both scenes like they’re equally normal. It’s not subtle. It’s not trying to be smart. But there’s this weird undercurrent of “this is kind of sad, actually” that sneaks in under all the sex and stupid jokes. That mix is what works here. Or doesn’t. Depends what mood you’re in.

What I liked a lot is how the story keeps switching gears. You’re arguing in a boardroom about who really owns what, everyone lying, everyone smiling, and then you go home and suddenly the family shit starts. You think it will be some cozy healing stuff, but nah, it’s pure tension, people holding grudges, some of them clearly using you, some maybe wanting to help, but nobody is clean. The MC will crack a joke right after a heavy reveal, and in same evening he’s going down on a girl in an office chair while worrying about inheritance. The sex scenes themselves are pretty blunt: vaginal, oral, messy, a lot of looking at each other in awkward positions that feel more human than “perfect porn angles”. Sometimes the pacing is a bit off, like you get a huge mystery tease about what your father really did, then the game just throws a goofy scene with you accidentally walking in on someone changing clothes, and that clue you cared about kind of floats away. Also, the UI pissed me off once because I misclicked during a serious conversation and jumped into a scene I wasn’t planning to see yet, and yeah, I never fixed that save. Still, the vibe of this one is: broken family, fucked up office politics, dark jokes landing in the worst possible moments, and you trying to enjoy the sex while wondering if you’re turning into the same kind of asshole your father was. And somehow that’s hot. And depressing. And funny. All at once.