Everything is falling apart and somehow you end up as the one guy sitting in the big chair. That is the feeling this game chases. Virus, empty streets, city quiet like a church at night, and then you open the interface and it just goes: “You’re the mayor now. Do what you want.” There is no slow heroic build up, no epic speech. It is more like waking up hungover and realizing you accidentally bought a whole city on Steam during a sale. Only this time the city is full of desperate, scared, very fuckable people who need food, safety, rules, and you are the one deciding what “rules” actually means.

What I like is how casual the corruption starts. You are not forced to be some cartoon villain. You begin with small decisions. Approve some ration cards, move a patrol here, give a special pass to that district. Then the game quietly asks if maybe that cute nurse can get extra medicine if she gives you a “private report” first. You say yes once, and like in WhatsApp chats you think “ok, only this time.” But the next scene remembers. Her sprite changes, her attitude softens, she starts calling you “Mr. Mayor” with this tiny blush. Then the CG kicks in and suddenly your office desk is not for paperwork anymore. The city is dying outside and you’re rearranging her underwear like it’s the most important problem in the world.

The survival layer actually feeds the porn instead of just being some menu in the corner. You cut funding to security so you can pour resources into building your private harem wing in city hall, and the game lets you do it. Crime rises, some people suffer, you still get a new scene where a former councilwoman crawls to you, begging for protection. And you sit there with your fake moral choices. “Sign this obedience contract if you want supplies for your district.” She hesitates for half a second, then the CG shows her on her knees between your legs, signing with her mouth busy. The writing is blunt, not poetic, and that fits. This world is not romantic, it is hungry. Bodies bargaining for safety, girls trading their pride for your signature. Sometimes the text goes a bit too edgy and silly and you roll your eyes, but then a new character pops up, maybe a local cop or a teacher, and the game nails that specific fantasy of slowly watching her standards rot away scene by scene.

What really got me is how the visual novel style makes your filth feel official. You click through council reports, infection stats, budget numbers, and then in the same interface you choose to personally “inspect” the shelter staff. No music swell, just a choice button that changes someone’s whole life. You can pretend to be caring, giving out resources like a kind leader, but the game keeps tempting you with that darker path: exclusive access passes in exchange for “night visits,” forced loyalty oaths while you fuck them over your desk, whole city districts run like your personal breeding grounds. The corruption is not just in them, it’s in you watching the next CG unlock and thinking, “Ok, just one more depraved law.” And it never really judges you. That’s maybe the most dangerous part. This is not a story about saving the city. It is about how good it feels when no one can tell you no.

Kohei comes back to his old town for something boring like university, and instead walks straight into the kind of summer that fucks with your head for years after. It looks harmless at first. Childhood streets, cicadas screaming, cheap fans pushed to their limit, that older girl next door who used to ruffle his hair and laugh too loud. Misaki feels like she should be safe territory, familiar, almost family, this cozy fantasy of “onee-san who waited for you”. The game knows that expectation and plays with it in a way that’s honestly pretty mean. She’s still teasing, still bright on the surface, but her eyes slip away at weird moments, her smile freezes half a second too long. Small details like that. You pick a flirty choice, she laughs, leans in, you can almost smell her sweat and shampoo mix, and then some other guy’s name casually comes up and your stomach drops. It’s not subtle, and it’s not gentle.

The horny parts grow slowly, like mold in a corner you pretend not to see. At first you’re just choosing where to spend a day, which cheap cafe, whether to help her carry groceries. One scene you’re alone with Misaki in her apartment, the sun too bright through thin curtains, her in a loose tank top and shorts that ride up when she sits cross-legged. She offers you iced tea, your hand brushes her thigh when you take the glass, she goes quiet for a second. That silence is hotter than any moaning later. The game loves those tiny pauses, the routes where nothing explicit happens yet are somehow dirtier in your head than the straight-up sex scenes. Then there are the runs where you lean into the NTR sickness on purpose, like poking a bruise. Letting her reply to that late-night message. Choosing not to follow her when she “just goes to meet an old friend”. Coming back to a half-buttoned blouse, a faint smell that is not your cologne, and a CG that stings more because she is still smiling at you like she wants to protect you from what already happened. It gives you options to avoid that, sure, to keep things “pure” and romantic, but you feel the game secretly smirking when you pick them, like a producer forced to include a vanilla route to keep the sponsors calm.

What makes it interesting for me as a genre nerd is how it plays with POV shifts. One route you’re stuck inside Kohei’s head, rationalizing, pretending it’s fine, one bad choice, no big deal. On another, it flips and suddenly you’re watching scenes where you’re not supposed to be present at all, getting that ugly voyeur thrill. Sometimes you see Misaki from another guy’s eyes, the way he studies the sweat creeping along her neck, the way her body reacts even when her voice says “we shouldn’t”. That’s where the eroticism goes from simple horny to slightly cruel, because it forces you to admit that her desire is not a thing you own. And still the game offers proper romance lines, soft endings where you manage to hold on to her and build something tender out of all this mess. Those paths feel almost suspicious, like you wandered into a different title hosted on the same site by accident. But that contrast gives the sex extra charge. A slow kiss in a quiet room means one thing when you trust her; the same CG, same pose, after you saw what she did in another route, becomes loaded with paranoia, with “who touched you like this yesterday”. It is not elegant writing, not “high art”, but it understands really well how lust, jealousy, nostalgia and that stupid first-love hope all bleed into each other and make you click “next” even when you already hate the ending you know you’re walking toward.

AlwaysFan feels like someone smashed together a horny fanfic Discord server, a crime drama from Netflix, and that one horny Bayonetta cosplay thread on Reddit that got deleted too fast. You play as this guy, Chris, but you can rename him to something stupid if you want, and he is basically broke, lost, and surrounded by girls who are somehow even more messed up than him but also soft as fuck when they want. The main one, Emilie, is this pale albino girl with milk-white skin and red eyes that look kinda fragile and dangerous at same time. She looks like she escaped from a Genshin Impact mod, then got dragged into a criminal city full of pervs and creeps. On the surface it is “romance,” but it turns into corruption so quick if you push it. Like one moment you’re just comforting her in some shitty little room, next moment you are touching her thighs and asking her to do things that would get you banned on Twitch in one second. The game lets you push, pull, tease, back off, or just go full unhinged and treat everyone like they’re just bodies to rent out. And the funny thing, it never really tells you you’re wrong. It just lets you sit in it.

What I liked most is how the scenes escalate when you choose the uglier options. There is this whole prostitution path where you go from “we need money” to “ok so she is literally wearing a cheap cosplay wig pretending to be an off-brand blonde pirate girl for some old bastard” and it somehow feels logical inside this dirty universe. It plays with parody stuff too, like girls dressing as fake Naruto kunoichi, a weird titan fetish client who wants “giantess roleplay” in an alley, and some Bayonetta-style leather cosplay with glasses and guns that are not actually loaded because budget. The sex itself is not shy at all. You get groping in public, handjobs under the table, messy blowjobs in backrooms, group scenes where everyone pretends they still have feelings after they cum, and even lactation scenes if you build certain girls into that kind of broken little doll who only feels useful when she is dripping. Those CGs hit different, because the game is not polished clean; some angles are slightly awkward, eyes a bit off, but it makes the scenes feel like stolen porn screenshots instead of corporate hentai. Sometimes boobs are too big, like weirdly big, and I hate it, but after ten minutes I was zooming in on areolas like a degenerate anyway. Choices actually matter too, in that slow “oh shit I ruined her whole life three hours ago” way, especially when you choose between being her protector or the guy who sells her body and still calls it love. It’s fucked up, sweet for one second, then fucked up again, like watching a One Piece filler episode that suddenly turns into underground sex work. You stumble into moments where you’re half-crying with a girl about parents and trauma, then the next click she is on her knees with cum on her pale skin, and you realize the game never promised to be fair. It just asked how far you are willing to go.

Become Alpha is a porn game with tons of memes, kickass branching storyline, quests, RPG-like experience system, and a possibility to have sex with many partners. It's also pretty damn funny. The story is about Harry Panuchkin who's a nerd and a wannabe gangster. He has a big dick, but never actually used it. It's your job to help him get the pussy and make him a proper alpha male, that he always wanted to be.