You start out as this broke nobody with a hero complex and zero social life, which is honestly way too relatable, then you go and pull the dumbest smart move ever: throw away your own life to save someone else. Good job, martyr-kun. Instead of a gravestone you get a bunch of bored goddesses looking at you like a new toy. Not even subtle about it. One of them gives you a second shot in a fantasy world and from that point it’s less “epic isekai adventure” and more “how much teasing can one guy survive before his brain melts through his dick.” The setup looks like the usual dating sim fluff, yeah, but then you notice it’s actually a sandbox, so you just wander around clicking on stuff, peeking in places you probably shouldn’t, and suddenly you’re spying through a keyhole while a girl with ridiculous tits rides a pillow and moans your name without even having met you properly. Definitely not Bioware romance pacing.

What I liked way too much is how the game keeps pretending it cares about your soul and your choices, while it actually cares about your cock stamina. One minute a “pure” virgin priestess girl is nervously holding your hand, all blushy and sweet, saying she wants to “take it slow”, and five clicks later she’s on top of you, tits bouncing in your face, trying to cram you inside raw because a goddess “blessed” her womb. There’s this scene where a haughty goddess steps on your chest, heel pressing right under your ribs, and she’s making you kiss her toes like some pathetic knight, and you’re thinking “ok, fine, femdom stuff, I’ve seen worse,” then she suddenly squeezes your shaft between her soles and gives you this lazy, slow footjob while looking bored on purpose, just to make you beg harder. The animations are actually pretty hot, which annoys me, because I wanted to laugh at it and instead I just sat there like an idiot, edging. The teasing is brutal too: one girl grinds on your lap, panties soaked, keeps doing that almost-ahegao face, then stands up right before you finish and walks away to “cool down,” leaving you with nothing but a dialogue choice that changes absolutely nothing.

Later, when the harem stuff kicks in proper, the game goes from “awkward romance” to “of course they’re all fine with sharing you, why wouldn’t they.” You get this “romantic” date in town with the shy mage, holding hands, talking about magic and feelings, then you come back to the house and the busty swordswoman is already naked, sitting on your face, telling the mage to “stop being a prude and join in.” It turns into group sex so fast the music barely changes. One is riding your mouth, the other is bouncing on your dick, and a third one is just standing there, stroking you off when they swap places, because apparently everyone learned perfect handjob technique in goddess school. There’s anal, creampies, titfucks, random masturbation scenes when you’re alone and spying on them, and yeah, you get the standard “walk into the bath at the wrong time” thing, but they don’t even bother acting mad for long. My only real complaint is stupid: there’s one scene where a girl is stripping super slowly, removing gloves, boots, all that, and she never takes off this tiny ribbon on her wrist and it drove me insane. No idea why. Maybe that’s the real domination here, they own your attention more than your character. Anyway, if you pretend you’re here for “romance” while clicking straight to the next blowjob, I won’t judge. Much.

Morgana lands in Sydney all bright-eyed and proper, and the game almost laughs at her for it. She’s this very English, very polite girl with soft curves that are not soft at all once the camera stops pretending to be shy. The shared house she moves into looks classy at first, clean pool, big rooms, that kind of “Instagram rich” vibe. Then you start noticing the way every guy looks at her. Not like “oh, she’s cute”, more like “I haven’t fucked in forever and I’m counting the seconds until she cracks”. The whole house has this thick male energy, like a locker room that learned how to use cologne. She walks around in her casual clothes, ass bouncing a bit too much, tits a bit too real, and you can tell the game really wants you to stare. It’s almost rude how long the camera stays behind her when she goes up the stairs.

The first time she’s alone in the living room and one of the guys just sits too close on the couch, it hits what the game is actually about. He’s “friendly”, arm over the backrest, his hand not quite touching her shoulder, you know the fake respectful thing. She leans forward to grab the TV remote, shirt slipping down just enough to show that heavy cleavage, and suddenly he’s staring like he’s never seen tits before. You’re just waiting for the moment his fingers “accidentally” brush the side of her breast. And yeah, he does. The game freezes for half a second on her face, that mix of embarrassment and something curious she doesn’t understand yet. She pulls away, of course, she’s engaged, she’s “good”. The game laughs again. Later, when she’s in the kitchen in those tiny shorts, you can see the shape of her ass cheeks move under the fabric while another guy just watches her from the corridor. He doesn’t talk. He just looks. It feels dirty without even needing explicit sex yet, because the whole house is already undressing her with their eyes every time she walks by.

What I liked is how it doesn’t jump straight into full-on porn. It toys with her. With you, actually. First it’s the lingering looks, the “accidental” bump in the hallway, a hand on her lower back that stays there a bit too long when he leads her through a door. You get scenes where she’s changing in her room, thinking she’s alone, and the camera shifts from her reflection in the mirror to a tiny gap in the door, like someone might be watching. Or maybe it’s just you being a creep. She slides her panties up over that thick ass, adjusts them, and pauses with her hand on her own butt, almost like she wonders if she’s become sexier lately or if she’s just paranoid. There’s a moment when she ends up giving a very awkward handjob, still trying to convince herself it’s “just helping a friend” and it doesn’t count as cheating. She’s blushing, fumbling, clearly inexperienced, fingers clumsy around his cock, and the guy is guiding her hand, pushing her to stroke harder, faster, dirtier. The way her innocence slowly rots inside that house is the whole point. You start with this sweet virgin fiancée who thinks she’s in a love story, but the game is more interested in the moment she stops pulling her shirt back up when someone stares, the moment she holds eye contact while a guy openly checks out her tits instead of looking away. The corruption is not fireworks, it’s a long, slow stare. And that’s why it feels hot and wrong at the same time.

You know that moment when you’re lying in bed, phone in your hand, porn on mute, and you’re kinda bored of the same “guy fucks girl, cumshot, next” thing? This game hits right in that weird horny-brain space where you want more story but still want to jerk off, and you don’t really want to admit how much you like watching your imaginary girlfriend suck off another guy while you stare at your screen like some creep. You play as John, normal dude, software dev, not some ripped giga-chad, which honestly made it easier for me to self-insert and still feel like I’m not a total loser. He’s got this gorgeous girlfriend, Sarah, cute college girl, sweet, affectionate, actually feels like a person you’ve been with for years, not just a walking pair of tits. At first, it feels more like a relationship sim than porn. You text her on your phone, you check in on work stuff, you scroll through chats like it’s Telegram or WhatsApp, and slowly your wet dream brain starts leaking into the story. The whole “sharing” kink creeps up; it’s not like one day you open the game and she’s immediately getting railed by three dudes on the balcony. It’s more like you’re watching your own kinks form while you’re tapping through dialog and trying not to cum too early.

When Sarah goes to that beach trip with her girlfriends, the game starts messing with your head. John is alone, the bed is empty, and he starts having these dreams and fantasies. I’m not even into netorase usually, I always thought I’d be the jealous type, but the way this game shows John watching Sarah flirt a bit, try on a bikini that’s way too tiny, maybe send you a pic while some guy accidentally walks past in the reflection, it hits different. You get scenes where she’s out drinking with her girls, laughing, and you’re back home scrolling on your phone, replaying her voice notes and imagining what’s happening there while the text choices tease you: do you tell her what you’re imagining, or keep it inside and just stroke to the idea of her being looked at by other guys? And then when things get more explicit, it’s not just “they fucked, the end”. You see her kissing another dude, John watching through a cam or a video call, or sometimes only hearing it. You get oral scenes that feel dirty in a good way, her on her knees, messy, but she’s still checking in with you, asking if this is okay, if you like seeing her take a thick black cock in her mouth while she moans your name between gasps. The interracial stuff isn’t thrown in like fetish trash, but it’s also clearly meant to make you feel that pang in your gut, that mix of jealousy and arousal when you see her body pressed against someone bigger, darker, different from you. And yeah, there are moments where the pacing drags and you’re just tapping through dialogue wishing she’d pull his dick out already, but then out of nowhere you get a balcony scene, some exhibition vibe, neighbors maybe able to see, or a crowded bar where she “accidentally” lets some guy’s hand slide lower on her thigh while she texts you about it. The whole thing is animated in a way where little movements matter: the way she looks at the camera, the way John’s hand trembles a bit when he’s jerking himself while watching her suck someone else, the way her lips wrap around the head and there’s this wet sound that makes you grip your phone harder. It’s a mobile game, so it actually feels good to play on the couch or under the blanket, easy to tap with one hand, and the story choices give you that fake control feeling: you’re setting the rules for your own cuck-but-not-really fantasy. At some point I realized I’d gone from “nah, I’d never want to share my girl” to edging hard while I watched this digital dude encourage his girlfriend to flash her tits on a balcony because he wanted someone else to see what he’s “proud of.” And yeah, it’s kinda fucked up, but in that very specific, horny, consent-heavy way that makes you close the app after you cum and then open it again ten minutes later pretending you’re just here for the story.

Heated Hashtag feels like someone mashed together OnlyFans, horny Twitter and a horny dorm where every door is just slightly open if you dare to peek. You play this guy who starts out kinda normal, more lurker than star, scrolling through spicy profiles and thirst traps, then little by little the story shoves him right into the center of the exhibition circus. At first you’re just watching clips, liking stuff you really shouldn’t like from people you probably shouldn’t even know. Then suddenly you’re the one holding the phone, recording a girl with ridiculous tits bouncing in your lap while she pretends it’s “just for her private folder”. Sure. And then the notifications start blowing up inside the story and you realise the whole thing is basically one long horny feedback loop: someone posts, someone watches, someone masturbates, and everyone starts pushing limits because attention feels as good as any orgasm.

The sex itself ramps up fast but in a sneaky way. One scene you’re just “helping” a shy girl set up her OnlyGram profile, messing with lighting, trying to act professional while she slowly loses more clothing than she planned. She’s blushing, you’re trying to not stare at her huge ass sticking out of this stupid tiny skirt, and then, boom, she’s on her knees with your cock in her mouth, worried about camera angle while drool runs down her chin. Later you’re balls deep between those massive tits, lube and spit everywhere, and she’s asking if the algorithm likes creamy finishes, so of course you end up painting her face and tits and the game freezes that sticky frame like it’s a thumbnail. There’s a club scene where everyone pretends they’re just having drinks, but half the fun is the “who’s recording who” vibe. You’re looking across the room, some dude is railing a thick chick from behind against a balcony rail, she’s trying to stay quiet, and then your own girl grinds back on you, whispering that you should pull your phone out and film her while she gets fucked too. It gets messed up when monster girl stuff slides in without ceremony: you’re watching what looks like some cosplay stream, then her tail wraps around your waist, she turns around with fangs and a grin, and suddenly that anal shot is not exactly human anymore. The game loves creampies like Instagram loves food pics; one route has you finish deep inside a girl on camera, and while she’s still shaking, a notification pops that the clip is “trending” and she moans harder from that than from the actual dick. It’s also kinda funny, in a sad way, how often the guy is jerking off alone to clips of people he literally just fucked, like the story knows masturbation after a wild night hits different. Some AI-generated CG slips in and you can feel it, faces a bit too smooth, bodies a bit too perfect, but it weirdly fits this vibe of fake-online-sex meets real sweat and messy cum. By the time you’re watching a couple trade partners while the “main” girl talks about follower goals with a cock halfway in her ass, you sort of forget where the line between voyeur, performer and addict even was. And then the game pretends that’s totally normal.