This one starts like some drunk superhero origin story you tell your Discord buddies and they all go “yeah sure bro.” You’re this regular college dude who should be worried about exams and shitty cafeteria food, but instead you get yeeted by a car while trying to play hero. You expect game over, fade to white, maybe some angel with big tits welcoming you. Nah. You wake up in a hospital bed with zero scratches, a nurse who is way too hot and way too weird about it, and a voice in your head that doesn’t feel like a hangover. That first stretch, when you’re clicking through, trying to figure if you’re dead, dreaming, or just horny, that’s where the game quietly grabs your balls. And it never really gives them back, it just squeezes differently each time.

It plays out like one of those story-heavy visual novels on RenPy where you tell yourself “I’m here for the plot” and five minutes later you’re staring at some magical girl’s cleavage, pretending you care about monster lore. Your “powers” don’t drop all at once. At first it’s these tiny creepy things: you hear thoughts that aren’t yours, see flashes of things that haven’t happened yet, feel this pull toward certain people on campus, like they glow for you. One of the early scenes that stayed in my head: you walk across the quad, trying to act normal, and suddenly time just kind of… stretches. You look at a classmate, that shy girl who always sits in the back, and you see her in two versions: cute hoodie now, and then completely naked, straddling you, eyes rolled back because you’re using something more than just your dick on her. You blink, time snaps back, and she just walks past, no idea you basically saw her future orgasm. It’s horny and a little fucked up and that’s exactly why it works. The game leans hard into that “should I be doing this” feeling. And yeah, you will absolutely click “yes” more than you like to admit.

Sex scenes hit that sweet spot between trashy and bizarre. You’re not just fucking, you’re playing with power. Stopping a monster’s tentacle mid-air while you slam its summoner against a wall. Holding a girl in place with nothing but your mind while she begs you to keep going. Hearing every filthy thought in her head while she tries to act “pure” for you. My favorite bit is one dorm encounter where your powers glitch: you try to read her thoughts and accidentally broadcast yours. She realizes exactly how hard you want to ruin her, and instead of freaking out, she gets hotter, starts whispering back at you in her head. It feels dirty in that “I should clear my browser history after” kind of way. The funny thing, the romance actually lands sometimes, in between all the cum and monsters. One moment you’re balls deep in a girl you just saved from some shadow creature, the next she’s talking about feeling safe with you and suddenly it’s all tender and shit. Then the scene keeps going and you’re back to pounding her against a locker. I liked that switch. I hated that one of the UIs has this stupid tiny button placement that kept making me skip a line I wanted to read, and it annoyed the hell out of me every time, and I’m still pissed about it. Also, don’t expect every route to feel fair. Some choices look like “heroic” and still reward you with the most depraved outcome. Which, honestly, kind of matches the whole vibe of the game: you’re a walking miracle with superpowers, trying to pretend you’re a good guy while reality keeps offering you monster girls, kinky nurses, and classmates who moan when you touch their mind. And you keep saying yes.

Horny little passion project about Loona? Yeah, that’s exactly what this feels like. It’s scrappy, kinda messy, and honestly that’s what I liked first. You start with this broke-ass medical student vibe, trying to pay rent in hell while babysitting Loona’s libido that went totally off the rails because her boss’s bullshit stress. It’s not some super polished corporate porn, it’s more like something a desperate perv coded instead of studying, which hits home for me because I’ve literally sat on Chaturbate with ten open tabs of half-finished stuff and one working toy. Same energy.

You click through scenes like a normal visual novel, but there’s this arousal level thing that keeps creeping up. At level one she’s already spicy, talking rough, tail swaying, giving you those “I’m pretending to be annoyed but I’m dripping” looks. Then, as you push her buttons with your choices and grind through the work week, the game lets you peek behind that bitchy facade more and more. High arousal turns her from snappy goth wolf into “if you don’t fuck me right now I’m going to hump the damn couch” and it goes hard on that. There’s a blowjob scene where she pretends it’s no big deal, eyes half-lidded, drool on the shaft, and the dialogue still sounds like she’s roasting you. That mix of insult and need is nice. I mean, annoying. No, nice. I don’t know.

Rent mechanic is simple but kinda mean in a hot way. You go pick shitty jobs in hell to sc*** enough cash or you’re screwed. Sometimes you think “ok, I’ll just spam the easy one for quick money” and then you realize you missed a chance to hang out with her in some sleazy side location and unlock a new scene. Sucks. The game never pauses to explain everything like you’re stupid, it just throws you into choices: work here, flirt there, push her, back off, risk a bad ending or chase the good one where she’s actually… almost sweet? I say almost because she still talks like she wants to choke you with your own dick. In one path she blows you in this cramped room, still half dressed in one of the costumes, and you can see her piercings catching the light. The piercings and outfits are a whole other kink buffet. You’ve got a handful of costumes and extra clothes that don’t fit neatly into a set, so she occasionally shows up wearing some mismatched look that feels like she got dressed in someone else’s room. That’s hot in a trashy Tumblr way.

The costumes aren’t interactive like crazy, but they absolutely change the mood of the scene. One moment she’s slutty receptionist, next she looks like she just walked out of a club where everyone’s on something sticky. I kept expecting one more toggle like “ok now remove just this” and it’s not there, which annoyed me way more than it should. Like, you gave me piercings, now let me obsess over them. Still, some of the best bits are how her attitude shifts depending on how worked up she is. Quiet panting, eye-roll sex, full-on desperate grinding, all built off the same character, not some generic copy-paste model. It actually reminded me of when guys in chat tip like 2 dollars and expect a full custom show, but instead of me getting tired, the game makes *her* the one who’s like “fine, you want more? Then you better earn it.” It feels dirty and personal, while the story pretends to be about “paying rent” like that’s the point at all.

Just Bros feels like reading a horny sports manga that suddenly remembers it’s a dating sim, then forgets again, then shoves your face right back into somebody’s sweaty pecs. You start as this pretty normal guy surrounded by walking thirst traps who all pretend they’re “just bros” while very obviously checking each other out in the locker room. The writing leans hard into this fake straight energy: guys comparing bench press numbers while their towels slip a little too low, casual “no homo” comments right before they push you up against a wall and kiss you like they want to swallow your tongue. It’s not subtle. I liked that. Although sometimes I hated it. One minute the game is teasing slow romantic build up, next minute you’re bent over the shower bench having your ass pounded by a so-called “training partner” who swears it’s just a special stretch.

What surprised me a bit is how close this feels to those BL sports manga where every page is just guys sweating, arguing, then making out in a dark corner. But here, you actually pick where to hang out, who to text, and which dick you want inside you tonight. The choices don’t feel super complicated on paper, but they hit hard because the guys react like actual messy humans. I had one run where I focused on the serious muscle coach, the kind of older daddy you know smells like chalk, coffee and a bit of aftershave. I kept picking the respectful, submissive options, listening to his training plans, saying “yes sir” a lot, and suddenly he’s pushing me against the gym mirror, whispering that I belong to him now. Then my phone buzzes with a hook-up invite from the loudmouth jock I’d slept with earlier, and the jealousy scene that followed felt like something ripped straight out of a yaoi drama. He doesn’t just get pissed, he gets possessive in this hot, slightly toxic way that made me both horny and annoyed. I wanted to tell him to calm down, but also to pull my hair harder. Some routes are softer, like the shy nerdy guy who looks like he never left his dorm room except to buy protein powder. His first time scene is more “I’m shaking, please go slow” and less “ram me into the locker,” but of course I still chose “ram me into the locker.” The game lets you be gentle or a total slut, and then acts shocked when you are a total slut. The only thing that bothered me too much is how often my character ends up in the same damn bar. There are like three places in this universe apparently: gym, bar, bedroom. I kept thinking, please, just one chaotic date in a supermarket, let me get railed in the frozen food aisle or something. It never happens, and I weirdly missed that. The routes twist around more than you expect, though. One night stand you thought was just a random cock turns into a full route if you don’t ghost him, and some “main” guys can stay as occasional fuckbuddies if you push them away. It feels less clean than usual visual novels, more like you’re stumbling through a horny friend group where everyone has history and nobody uses Grindr because they already have each other on speed dial. In a way it’s kind of realistic: guys pretend to be tough, pretend it’s only bros being bros, but then one simple choice and their hands are shaking while they unzip you. I kept thinking “ok, last route, I’m done,” then I saw another beefy idiot flex on screen and clicked new game again.

Leon is the kind of guy who pretends shit’s normal while his whole life is quietly horny and fucked up in the background. He’s living with his godmother’s family, acting like it’s all wholesome, but every time she bends over in those tight pants or sits too close on the couch, the game makes sure you feel that knife-twisting mix of guilt and “yeah, I’d still do it.” It’s not loud about it. You’re just clicking through another morning scene, fake-slice-of-life vibe, and suddenly your hand “accidentally” brushes her ass in the hallway. There’s a freeze-frame moment, a tiny little twitch in her face, and then everyone pretends nothing happened. That’s the tone here: quiet, slow-burn corruption, like you’re boiling in your own dirty thoughts and nobody opens the window. The game doesn’t rush to throw panties at your face. You get teasing looks at breakfast, her shirt just a bit too open, thighs a bit too visible when she sits at the table, and Leon’s internal monologue is this mix of denial and hunger that feels way too familiar if you’ve ever stared at an older woman and thought “I really shouldn’t be thinking this” while still staring anyway. It’s not subtle, but it also kind of is, which is what makes it hit harder than the usual “everyone’s naked in five minutes” trash.

Then it goes and adds a boxing angle like it’s a sports anime that got drunk and fell into Pornhub. One moment you’re watching his godmother’s tits subtly bounce under a tank top while she nags him about his future, next moment dude’s in a ring, getting his face rocked while some stacked milf and a feisty younger girl both watch from the sidelines like they’re already arguing over who gets to ride him first. The training scenes are stupidly good for tension: sweat, bruises, close contact, then you go home and the real fight starts, but it’s in the kitchen, with a “harmless” hug from behind that lasts a bit too long, or her pressing her chest into his arm when she pours him coffee. There’s groping that isn’t called groping, hand “placement” that’s too low to be innocent, and a blowjob scene that feels like the dev paused Pornhub mid-clip and tried to paint over it with “emotions.” You get romance, sure, but it’s the fucked kind, the cheating-adjacent, “I want you but I’m not supposed to” flavor, especially when other women start orbiting him and you realize he’s basically building a harem out of bad decisions. The drama pops up hard in these little arguments where someone gets jealous over something tiny, like a glance or a throwaway line, then ten minutes later you’re in an animated scene with wet sounds in your headphones, stroking to a woman who might call you “family” with her mouth and something else with her body. It uses AI art in a way that sometimes looks weird if you stare too long at fingers, but when her lips wrap around him and her eyes look up with that broken mix of lust and regret, you kinda stop caring. This thing feels like watching a slow car crash made of tits, sweat and bad moral choices, and yeah, I kept clicking.

Loona landing in your lap already pissed off is honestly the best mood for this game. She’s not here to be “waifu of the year”, she’s here to snarl, roll her eyes, flirt like a bitch in heat and then act like it never happened. You get thrown into this weird spot where you’re half therapist, half horny tourist in Hell, trying to explain human dating to a hellhound who could rip your throat out or ride your dick in the same sentence. And it actually feels like a date sometimes, not just porn stuck between dialogue boxes. You’re picking answers, reading her reactions, watching her tail twitch when you accidentally say something that hits her soft side. Next second she’s calling you a perv and asking if you brought condoms, like it’s your fault you have eyes.

Art is what really sold me. Hand‑drawn, dirty in the right way, not that soulless AI mush. Lines are a little inconsistent now and then, and I like that, it feels like someone actually sat there, zoomed in too much in Clip Studio, and forgot to fix a finger. Her expressions go from annoyed little fang gremlin to full-on needy bitch in heat, and the animators really leaned into her being a werewolf type girl and not just “girl with dog ears”. Her thighs look heavy, her hips have that bounce, and when she climbs on top, the camera doesn’t shy away. You see drool, her tits press and deform against you, fur framing the angles, tongue out, eyes rolled back. There’s one scene where she’s riding and mocking your rhythm at the same time, and you get the choice to shut her up by grabbing her throat or pulling her closer for a kiss. Both are horny, just in different ways. The kiss option made her go all shy and then double down harder later, which is kinda hot and kinda annoying because she never admits she liked it.

The romance part sneaks up on you like a drunk text. You start just wanting to see Loona naked in this parody Helluva/Hazbin flavored setup, and suddenly you’re reading this dumb little line where she talks about how in Hell, “dates” usually end in blood or contracts, not cuddling on some crappy couch watching trash TV, and you’re like yeah ok, I’d actually hold this stupid wolf girl’s hand. Then the game hits you with a blowjob scene where she’s glaring up while drool and cum leak from her lips, and the romance melts back into pure porn again. Writing is rough around the edges, some lines feel like Google Translate had a hangover, but it matches her attitude somehow. She curses too much, repeats herself, calls you names, and that fits. I wish there was more slow build before the first sex scene, but at the same time the impatient rush is very “Loona” so it probably won’t change and I’ve accepted that. Still thinking about that one ending where she pretends she doesn’t care you picked the soft options, tail wagging like crazy in the background while she tells you she only did this to “blow off steam”. Sure, girl. Whatever you say.

Max is that kind of walking disaster you already know from other games, only this time he is stuck in a house that looks calm at first sight and then slowly turns into a sexual pressure cooker. The place feels like a porn version of a student dorm that never learned the word “privacy”. You have Ann, the landlady who pretends to be strict and responsible while walking around in skirts that make Max lose his train of thought mid-sentence. She gets this fancy job offer that basically pays for everyone’s comfort, and in return the whole house becomes her little kingdom. Then you have Alice and Lisa, both studying hard, looking innocent as hell, and every camera angle is basically shouting that Max is not going to stay the good boy very long. The game does not hide that they are all tangled by more than just rent and homework. It leans straight into the “family” vibe, then pokes it with a stick and asks how far you are willing to corrupt it.

What I liked is how the teasing starts stupidly small. You walk past Alice’s door and it is just slightly open, so of course you peek. She is bent over her desk, panties sticking out, headphones in, and the game gives you that choice: keep watching like a creep or cough and pretend to be polite. First time I tried to be nice, hated myself, loaded the save and just watched instead. Same with Lisa on the couch, hugging a pillow too tight while some sappy romance plays on TV, and the camera keeps going lower until you notice she is pressing her thighs together. Nothing really “happens” at first, but the tension just builds. Then Ann comes home late from work, heels in hand, blouse unbuttoned, talking about how tired she is while leaning over Max in a way that tells you this house is not tired, this house is horny. The romance bits are weirdly sweet sometimes, like Lisa asking Max for help with school stuff, and then you realize half the dialogue is really about her trying to get his attention as a man, not as just some loser tenant. It is funny too, in that stupid meme way, with Max making pervy comments that would get you banned on Discord, and the girls roasting him while clearly enjoying the game of it.

I play a lot of these on my old laptop while Spotify runs in the background, and this one actually made me pause music a few times just to listen, since some of the scenes get surprisingly heavy on feelings. Then in the next scene you are sneaking around the hallway like a horny raccoon, trying to find a good spot to spy on Ann showering and praying the “creak” sound does not trigger her noticing you. The voyeur parts hit nicely, especially when you catch two of them talking about you in their room and one of them is lying on the bed with her ass half out of her shorts, kicking her legs, complaining about how annoying you are while clearly blushing. It is messy, and sometimes the humor lands flat, and there are moments when Max is such a dick you wish there was a “shut the fuck up” button, but that chaos is also what sells the corruption vibe. It feels like you are slowly taking this house that pretends to be normal and turning it into your personal incest porn sitcom, one dirty choice at a time, and the game does not really apologize for it.

You start off thinking it’s just another fantasy visual novel with tits and dragons, right? Then it hits you - this thing actually *wants* you to care about who you fuck. You’re tossed into this castle, all dressed up like some half-hero, half-sacrifice, and the queen’s gaze feels like she’s undressing your soul. The choices come fast, and they’re not just “pick girl A or girl B.” They twist your story, they mess with your head. One moment you’re flirting with a sly elf who keeps her armor half-open just to tease you, the next you’re in a candlelit chamber, her breath hot on your neck, whispering something that sounds like a spell but feels like a promise.

And then the dragon part - holy hell. It’s not just a pet or a mount; it’s a whole mood. The game plays with that line between power and surrender, and it’s filthy in the best way. There’s a scene (you’ll know it when you get there) where you’re supposed to “bond” with your dragon, and it’s dripping with tension. The camera lingers, the sound design goes low and throaty, and suddenly you’re not sure if you’re taming the beast or if it’s taming you. The lesbian routes? Way more tender than I expected, but still raw - like two warriors trying to outlast each other in bed, both refusing to be the first to beg.

It’s not perfect. Some transitions feel like the devs got distracted halfway through animating a kiss, and the dialogue sometimes sounds like it was written by someone who’s never actually seen a naked person. But then it’ll throw a line at you that just *clicks*, and you forget the rough edges. It’s messy, horny, weirdly emotional. Like a fever dream that smells of sweat and dragonfire. You’ll probably finish it once, swear you’re done, then start again just to see what happens if you say yes to the queen this time.

I opened Trapfield Hotel expecting cheap jokes, like the kind plastered over the usual porn-jam games that think one good tit jiggle equals writing. But this thing, weirdly, has personality - it doesn’t *care* if you laugh, moan, cringe, or all three. The first scene drops you right into the lobby, naked ego and literal everything else hanging out, and a boss who’s so tall and cocky she might as well have wings. She flirts in that half-mocking way that makes you forget it’s just text on a screen. It’s hot, but not sterile-hot. Like it’s someone smirking behind the monitor, teasing you, waiting for you to mess up your dialogue choice so she can make you regret it with a slap or a forced smile or - well, you can imagine.

Half the time I was laughing though. There’s this bit where you’re delivering towels, and the towel cart bumps into a femboy maid whose breasts bounce like they’re trying to escape gravity. He apologizes three times, blushes, and still finds a way to drag you into the staff room for “training.” The game just *leans* into that ridiculous energy, and somehow it works. It’s obscene and dumb and kind of brilliant. It’s like the dev watched a hundred hentai parodies and then decided to make one that actually feels alive, with just enough self-awareness that it never becomes boring.

Not everything hits - sometimes the dialogue repeats itself, and one room scene had lighting that looked like a fever dream, but maybe that’s on purpose; it kinda fits the corruption tone, like the hotel itself is drunk. The whole thing swings between dominance and submission faster than I can decide who’s winning. I caught myself rooting for the protagonist, then laughing when the milf receptionist literally turned him into her pet for forgetting to clock in. It’s chaotic, wet, over-the-top, and somehow honest, like it knows exactly what kind of filth it’s serving and invites you to enjoy how messy that is. Nothing polished, nothing polite, just raw kink with a wink.

You start out as this total nobody who smells more like a stable than a royal bedroom, and somehow you end up wearing a young noble’s clothes that definitely cost more than your whole miserable life. It feels a bit like borrowing someone’s expensive Steam account and hoping they never log in again. One minute you’re just trying not to starve, next minute you’re sitting at a fancy medieval court pretending you know which spoon to use while your dick is trying to salute every pair of tits in the hall. And there are a lot of tits. Big, soft, gravity-challenging tits stuffed into tight dresses that were clearly not designed by someone thinking about “modesty”.

The game basically throws you into this court full of horny problems. You’ve got sharp-tongued noble ladies, a redhead who looks like she could stab you or ride you, maybe both, blondes whose boobs arrive in the room three seconds before the rest of their body, and that one proper-looking girl who blushes hard when you say something dirty but doesn’t actually walk away. You move scene to scene like a visual novel, picking choices, trying to sound like a real noble while secretly thinking about what those huge asses look like out of the gown. Some scenes are all politics and “my lord, the harvest this, the taxes that”, and then you blink and suddenly the count’s niece is on your lap, breast pressed in your face, asking if all commoners are as “strong” as you. That particular achievement should be called “From Beggar To Boobjob in 5 Dialog Options”.

It looks more like a fantasy porn comic than a game sometimes, with these 3D-style images where the curves are turned up to eleven. The girls have those big round asses that stretch the fabric so much you’re sure the seams are one hip sway away from turning into a live sex show. I kept pausing just to stare at the way the light hits the side of a tit popping out of a corset. Someone clearly spent too long sculpting nipples. Not that I’m complaining. Ok, I’m complaining a bit: there’s this one background that repeats in a couple scenes and every time I noticed the same stupid candle on a table and it pulled my brain out of the moment for half a second. Anyway.

Best moments happen when the game makes you choose between being a smooth fake noble or a greedy bastard. One path, you talk nice, keep your disguise safe, slowly build romance with a girl who actually trusts you. Next path, you go full perv, corner the busty blonde in a quiet corridor, and let the “wrong” choice lead to her on her knees with her dress half off and lipstick smeared across your cock. I liked how a small choice in a boring court talk suddenly unlocks a filthy scene much later. Like, there was this time I backed up a certain lady in a land dispute just because her cleavage distracted me, and much later she “rewarded” my loyalty by riding me in a barn, moaning loud enough the horses probably got jealous. On another run I pissed her off and that whole route just died quietly, which hurt more than it should.

The writing swings between playful flirting and straight-up porn dialogue. One minute you’re talking about alliances between houses, next minute she’s gasping “fill me up, my lord” while her huge breasts bounce in detailed CG. It’s kind of funny how serious the story pretends to be when everybody is just a few lines away from getting railed. And yeah, you do get that sweet “I might actually care about her” romance feeling with some of the girls, right before the scene turns into a sweaty tangle of limbs, cum and messy hair. If you’re the kind of player who tries to see every ending, this thing is like a maze of boobs, choices and save files. My advice: abuse multiple saves like a degenerate archivist, chase every suspicious dialog option that sounds like it might lead behind a locked bedroom door, and never trust a redhead offering you wine while sitting a little too close.

This one feels like scrolling your phone after a breakup, half naked in bed, then suddenly falling into someone else’s messy life and going, “oh shit, that’s me.” You’re this college guy who used to just rot in his room, drowning in cheap snacks and porn tabs, pretending that ghosting your ex and muting half your contacts counts as “healing.” Then basketball drags you back into the light. Not as some heroic sports anime star, more like the dude wheezing on the court, staring at a girl’s bouncing tits in a sports bra and losing the ball because your dick thinks faster than your brain. The game leans into that awkward, horny, slightly cringe vibe. You’re not a smooth sex god at the start. You’re a rebound. For your own life, and sometimes literally for some of these girls who also use you to forget their shit.

The way it mixes horny and emotional is weirdly hot. One moment you’re in a quiet dorm room, just you and this girl with a huge ass squeezed into tight leggings, music low in the background, her hair messy in that “I didn’t plan to get fucked tonight” way. She laughs at something stupid you say, leans in, her tits softly pressing into your arm, and the whole world shrinks to the sound of her breath in your ear. Then the next scene you’re on the court, sneakers squeaking, crowd noise like a fuzzy roar, and you’re staring at the cheerleader with big boobs bouncing in slow motion while you miss a free throw you absolutely should have nailed. The writing loves to drag you back and forth like that. Loving the chaos and then pretending you’re better than it. The harem stuff sneaks up on you too. You start with just trying to talk to one girl without sounding like a Reddit post, and before you know it you’ve got a horny goth chick teasing you, a sweet sporty girl who moans your name when you pin her to the shower tiles, and some bratty college princess who pretends she hates you even while she’s grinding on your lap in a dark party corner. Choices matter, but not in that stiff “good route / bad route” way. More like: do you jerk off alone and text someone after, or do you swallow your fear, go to that date you almost cancel, and end up with her hand sliding under the table, stroking your hard cock while you try not to knock over your drink.

What really sticks is how slow some scenes let things build. There’s this moment where you’re just sitting on a bed with a girl, legs touching. She talks about some stupid fight with her ex. Nothing epic. The lights are low, some indie song plays on her laptop, just a soft background, and you’re watching the way her big breasts move under her loose shirt as she breathes. You feel like a piece of shit for checking her cleavage while she opens up, but the game knows you’re doing it and kind of laughs with you. When she finally climbs into your lap, straddling you, kissing you with this mix of need and hesitation, it feels earned. Like you really crawled out of your slump for this. Then other times it just goes full hentai brain, like “hey, you won the game, here’s a girl with ridiculous big tits riding you until the bed squeaks, moaning so loud you’re sure the whole dorm hears.” And both vibes work. It’s romantic one second, absolutely filthy the next. You masturbate, you fail, you get humiliated and turned on by the wrong things, you pick dumb options just to see what happens, maybe you score big, maybe you crash and burn. It never pretends you’re some perfect hero. You’re just a horny college idiot trying to turn one little rebound into a life where you fuck up less and fuck a lot more.