New Antioch feels like somebody took a brutal dark fantasy, smashed it into a porn game, then asked, “ok, but how much filth can we cram between all this blood and rusty armor?” You play as Mateo, this cold bastard enforcer everyone whispers about, the guy nobles send when they want someone broken, not just beaten. On paper you’re a loyal dog of this dusty mining province, stomping around a dead world that never really recovered from the last time humans fucked everything up. In practice you’re sneaking into the capital with a grudge, a hard-on, and way too much freedom to ruin people’s lives. One moment you’re ankle deep in corpses after a raid, the next you’re in some torchlit room humiliating a noble milf who has more jewelry than self-respect, riding your cock while begging you not to tell her husband. The game never pretends to be wholesome. You get romance, sure, but it’s the kind where you might pull a girl’s hair while she’s choking on you, then later actually feel weirdly protective when she flinches at someone else raising a hand.

The sex scenes are wild, and not in the “oh cute missionary with soft music” way. There’s a virgin priestess shaking so hard she can’t even guide you in, bleeding a bit while you slowly push deeper and whisper the most rotten shit in her ear. There’s a smug monster-looking thing you thought would just be a boss, but then you realize the “victim” chained near it is actually into it, and you end up watching way longer than you should, jerking yourself off like some pervert in the shadows. One of my favorite bits was this drunk, foul-mouthed older woman running a rundown tavern near the city walls, brown skin, messy hair, big ass. She pretends she hates you, spits insults, but when you corner her in the back room and tell her you know about her little smuggling side business, suddenly she’s on her knees, slurping you like she’s been waiting all year for that threat. The game gives you lots of those ugly little power moments: blackmail, humiliation, rough sex where you grab hips hard enough to leave bruises, or shove a girl’s face into the mattress while she moans that someone might hear. There’s even some twisted netori flavor when you bang a knight’s “pure” fiancée while he’s out dying for his banner, then smile at him later like nothing happened, still remembering the way she clawed your back and begged you to cum inside. It’s cruel, messy, unromantic and somehow still has these rare scenes where someone kisses you soft and nervous, and for a second you almost forget this whole world is just rotting slowly into dust.

Reborn in this world, you don’t start as some overpowered hentai demigod. You start small, weak, awkward, staring at stat screens like a horny nerd who suddenly woke up inside the fantasy game he used to jerk off to. It feels weirdly familiar, all those windows and numbers and skills, like someone mashed together an isekai anime, Pornhub tags, and a DnD character sheet, then said “yeah, now suffer for it.” The beginning actually made me laugh, in that “oh shit, that would be me” way, watching this guy (or futa, if you go that road) try to figure out how to use magic and how not to die on the first dungeon floor while getting distracted by every pair of tits in a ten-meter radius.

The mood swings a lot. One moment you’re counting turns in combat, trying to squeeze out that last spell with barely any mana, the next you’re getting pinned against a wall by some smug monster girl with too many curves and way too much confidence. The harem thing doesn’t just fall in your lap, you kind of earn it through quests, choices, and that slightly evil curiosity that makes you pick the option you probably shouldn’t. There is this early dungeon where you walk in thinking “ok, grind a bit, gain some XP” and end up bargaining with a horny plant girl that really, really wants to see what you can do from behind. Strategy suddenly becomes “how many skills can I use before I’m literally drained in every sense.” And I liked that the futa angle is there like a temptation, not shoved down your throat unless you ask for it. You can stay vanilla cock, or you can wake up with something extra between your legs and a whole new way to ruin NPCs. Choice hits different when it’s about what kind of dick you swing.

What surprised me most is how often I forgot I was playing a porn game and not some half-janky, half-charming RPG on itch.io. The humor lands more often than it should, with those little comments about EXP farming, hentai logic, and how nobody in fantasy worlds knows what a condom is. Sometimes the text rambles, sometimes the pacing trips, like the dev got lost in their own horny brain and just went “fuck it, more dialogue, more teasing,” and I kinda love that. There is one scene in particular, in a deeper dungeon level, where you’re low on health, you win a fight by like one lucky hit, and instead of a normal reward you get this cocky demon girl asking if the hero who nearly died wants to “use her body as a potion.” It’s porn logic, but the teasing before the actual sex is long enough you start clicking faster, half annoyed, half turned on, like a degenerate trying to skip ads on xHamster. The AI CG sometimes looks a bit off, a hand here, a weird strand of hair there, and it annoyed me way more than it should. I stared at that one broken finger in a blowjob scene far too long, and it lives in my head rent free now. Still, the mix of turn based combat, dumb jokes, fantasy races throwing themselves at you, anal and vaginal scenes popping up like loot drops, and that feeling of slowly building a harem through stats and bad decisions... I’d honestly give it “Best Use of Bad Life Choices in a Fantasy Harem” and not even say it as a joke. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

This one hits that weird spot between horny soap opera and shady crime story, and somehow it works way better than it should. You’re playing this nice-on-surface Yamaguchi husband, but honestly he’s a total piece of shit in the best hentai way. Two families, both freaking out about babies, one guy shooting blanks, one woman with issues, and instead of just going to a clinic like normal people they cook up this “share the dick, share the kid” plan. It sounds dumb when you say it out loud, but inside the game it feels like those old VHS hentai plots where everyone is pretending to be noble while thinking only about who they want to fuck next. The whole “be the wife’s boyfriend” idea is pushed hard: you’re not just knocking up some random MILF, you’re creeping into her daily life, her bed, her phone, her head. One moment she’s a polite housewife pouring tea, next moment she’s choking on your cock, drool on those perfect fake-ahegao lips, and you realize, ah, ok, that’s why this is a mobile game and not on Google Play.

What I like is that the story actually tries. It’s not just click, boob, click, pussy. You get text messages, late-night calls, that slow corruption feeling. She starts off stiff and formal, then the outfits get tighter, the eye contact lasts longer, she “accidentally” brushes your thigh, and before you know it she’s riding you in the room next to her sleeping husband, whispering “don’t make noise” while clearly trying to make you blow in her raw. The 3D CG is that specific horny-asset-store style: big boobs with gravity that kinda makes sense but kinda doesn’t, thick asses tailor-made for doggystyle close-ups, and faces that go full ahegao in a way that would be cringe in anime but here just feels filthy. Scenes don’t stop at vanilla either. There’s a proper femdom mood sometimes, especially when she flips from shy to controlling, sits on your face, presses her foot on your chest, makes you lick her toes clean before even letting you touch her nipples. Footjobs, handjobs under the table, sloppy oral with deepthroat gag sounds, those “I’m married, this is wrong” lines while she’s begging you to cum inside, all that classic pixel-brain porn logic. You even get those interracial vibes when they throw in darker-skinned characters and treat you like the dangerous outsider, which fits the whole blackmail angle that quietly builds in the background. Netori fans will grin, because you’re not getting cucked here, you’re the one screwing up the other guy’s life, taking his wife, maybe his future child, and somehow the game still pretends there might be a happy ending. Plot keeps teasing thriller stuff, like people getting suspicious, doors almost opening during a blowjob, messages from unknown numbers, the kind of tension that makes you keep one hand on the mouse and one on your dick, then forget which one was supposed to be doing what. It’s messy, horny, sometimes stupid, sometimes weirdly emotional, and feels exactly like something you’d hide behind other apps on your phone and swear you only play “for the story” while her big tits bounce on screen for the tenth time in a row.

You come back from this secret magic unit thinking you’ve seen some weird shit already, then Stormside Academy just looks at you and says “hold my beer”. On the surface it’s exactly what it pretends to be: big fancy international school, uniforms that pretend to be modest, teachers who talk about “standards” while their eyes go straight to the girls’ thighs. Underneath that, there’s this whole twisted system where every girl is basically one bad grade away from being bent over a desk, and everyone acts like it’s just part of the handbook. The thing that caught me is how normal it feels for the characters. They talk about oral exams and you have to pause a second because you know they mean both kinds. Nobody’s shocked for long. They’re nervous, turned on, scared, proud, all at once. It actually feels like a place with rules, not just “click here to fuck her”. Even when you’re literally timing a spanking so it lines up with her breathing, it fits the school logic in a fucked up way.

You end up taking the role of the Magistrate, which sounds super formal, then two minutes later you’re telling a shy honor student to strip in front of the class and describing it like “corrective public instruction”. The power fantasy is not subtle at all. You say it’s about whether you protect them or use them, but the game is happiest when you’re right in the middle, pretending you’re doing this for their benefit while your cock is in their mouth. Some scenes are surprisingly sweet. I didn’t expect to care when Riley shakes and tries to keep eye contact while you slide a toy inside her to “help with focus training”, but the voice in her head, the way she bites her lip, it sells it. Then two clicks later you’re making Cassie hold a humiliating pose in the hallway so everyone can see her tits bounce each time you slap her ass. It gets even nastier when you mix in those magic talents. One girl’s power flares up when she orgasms, so you’re literally edging her as school safety procedure. Another can see ghosts, so now there’s a voyeur audience even when you’re technically “alone” with her, and the game just treats that as normal.

And yeah, I’m the weirdo who spends half the time listening. The sound work is messy in a way that actually feels good. Not Hollywood-quality stuff, but the wet noises during a titfuck have that sticky little pause that you only get when someone actually pressed skin against skin instead of using a generic loop. Some moans clip slightly when the girls ahegao hard and it weirdly fits, like they’re too loud for the mic. You get clear differences too: quiet shaky breaths when a girl is forced to masturbate in a locked classroom stall vs that sharp hitch in her throat when you suddenly switch to rougher, more dominant play and make her say she’s your slave. Oral scenes have this soft slur around the words that made me grin, because yeah, that’s how it sounds when someone’s trying to talk with a dick halfway down. There is one annoying thing where a certain toy buzz repeats too perfectly and once you notice it, you can’t unhear it, but the rest of the layering hides it most of the time. Lesbian punishment “sessions” have lighter, quicker breath patterns and more giggles, which makes it feel different from when you’re on top of them. And when you’re watching through a crack in the door, the sound is slightly muffled, like someone finally understood voyeurism isn’t just a camera angle. Really, the whole place feels alive just from the mix of footsteps in the corridor, distant cries from another “correction”, and the soft, shameful little whimpers in your own office when a girl tries not to make a sound and completely fails.