Paralyzed and broken, your body betrayed you - until an experimental treatment rewires your mind and gifts you unimaginable strengths. Suddenly, controlling minds and enforcing your will isn’t just fantasy - it’s your new reality. With every pulse of power, a burning craving for everything sensual and beautiful takes hold, pushing you beyond limits.

Back home, surrounded by women who once pitied your fate, you now see tantalizing opportunities ripe for exploitation. Each woman becomes a canvas for your corruption, as you rewrite their thoughts and bodies to suit your darkest whims. Exhibitionism, taboo, and incestuous tension simmer beneath the surface, making every encounter dangerously addictive.

This is sci-fi erotica at its most immersive, blending 3DCG animation with sharp humor and steamy storytelling. The path you carve through temptation and control is entirely yours to command, promising endless replay value and decadent surprises. Unleash your inner desires in a game that celebrates the taboo, the powerful, and the wildly unpredictable.

Step into a provocative saga where your choices shape a uniquely lewd adventure filled with mind-bending twists and unforgettable encounters. Your superpowered journey awaits - where every secret unlocked and every boundary crossed pulls you deeper into a world of erotic intrigue and control.

This one hits me right in my performer brain, in a weird way. Whole thing feels like you stole a pervert gadget from backstage and now you’re crawling around a club trying it on every girl that passes. You’ve got this “strip lens” that looks all innocent at first, like some cheap toy from AliExpress, and then you hold it on a girl and suddenly her clothes are gone and you’re staring like a dumb tourist in a red light district. It’s not subtle, at all. You scan, you peek, you poke around the scene, and each time you’re thinking “ok, where’s the damn key, I want the show, not just the tease.” As a burlesque dancer my brain kept turning it into choreography. Like, I’m imagining some drunk guy in front row with that lens in his hand, trying to undress me from his seat, and I’m just playing with him, turning away, hiding the “key” under my garter. The game kind of feels like that. On your screen you’re hunting those stupid little hidden spots, and when you finally unlock her, she starts stripping and you go “ah fuck, yeah, that’s what I wanted from the start.”

What I liked is that the girls don’t look like some plastic CG dolls, they feel like actual models who probably have an Instagram full of selfies and thirst traps. Blonde, redhead, each with her own vibe. One looks like that girl who serves coffee near my rehearsal studio, all sweet and innocent until the bra comes off and you’re like, ohhh, ok, you’re trouble. Another one has that redhead attitude that screams “I’ll ruin your life and you’ll thank me.” And yeah, the shows are more in the erotic zone than hardcore, but the striptease is the focus, and I’m biased, I live for that. She plays with lingerie, turns slow, takes her panties off last, all that. It’s not art, but it works. At one point I had Spotify running in background, some old-school jazz, and suddenly the whole thing felt like I was watching a secret burlesque audition someone filmed on their phone. Very trashy. Very hot. Sometimes during the hidden object parts it gets annoying, though. You’re just clicking around like a horny raccoon, trying to find this invisible “key” so she finally does the real show, and it breaks the mood a little when you’re stuck on a stupid lamp in the corner. But then you get it, the strip starts, and you forget you just spent way too long staring at a potted plant on your screen. And I wish they let you mess more with the pace of the routine, like choosing if she keeps stockings on or not, but they don’t and they never will and that’s it. Still, that lens idea is dirty in a good way, like peeping from backstage curtains during someone else’s act, knowing you’re not supposed to but doing it anyway, cock already half hard before the bra even hits the floor.

War is technically happening somewhere in Ahras, but this game treats it like background noise while you’re busy staring at tits and trying to remember which herb makes people extra horny and which one just makes them lactate like a busted tap. You’re not a hero, you’re an alchemist refugee who stumbled into this “safe” city that looks peaceful on the surface and then slowly shows you it’s basically a fuck buffet with a fantasy veneer. The guild hires you because they need potions, but everyone treats you less like a worker and more like a walking excuse to experiment on their own bodies. You sit in this little workshop, surrounded by bottles, stains on the table that probably aren’t all chemical, and a constant stream of adventurers with big asses, bigger chests, and problems that can always, somehow, be solved by you touching them a bit too much while “checking side effects”.

One of the early moments that hooked me is when this knight girl comes in, all stoic, armor too tight around her tits, complaining about fatigue and sore muscles. You brew a stamina tonic, misjudge the ratio on purpose, and she ends up flushed, nipples hard and leaking through her tunic as the potion pulls milk from somewhere deep in her body. She tries to keep a straight face while her breasts get heavier, her voice shaking as she asks if this is “normal for alchemy”. You don’t even answer, you just ask to “inspect for adverse reactions” and suddenly you’re cupping those huge, warm tits, thumb brushing a nipple while milk beads at the tip, and she’s trying not to moan in the middle of the lab. The art sells it: soft lines, slightly messy, like a sketch that got horny and refused to stop. Nothing too polished, which actually fits the setting; it feels like a dirty notebook you shouldn’t be reading at work, yet here we are. I played this on my phone in the bathroom at the office using Firefox and honestly, it was dangerously manageable. One hand scrolling, the other hand, well. Let’s just say Face ID almost failed after.

The game plays loose and lazy with time. One moment you’re buying ingredients from a smug cat-eared merchant girl whose tail won’t stop twitching when you brush against her, the next you’re babysitting a monster girl party member whose idea of testing a transformation potion is to ask you to grope her thighs while they shift. The sandbox feeling is there: you pop open the menu, poke around quests, forget the main story because some stacked cow-girl adventurer just unlocked a “special” alchemy route involving milking tools and “stress relief”. There’s teasing everywhere. Furry ears getting pulled, tails wrapped around your waist, hips grinding your lap under the excuse of “balance training”. One scene has a mage using you as a chair while reading, your hands pinned under her ass, and when you finally wriggle free she smirks and “accidentally” spills a potion that makes her clothes almost transparent. The story pretends to care about redemption and trauma, then ten minutes later you’re testing a breast enlargement recipe on a shy healer who’s clearly into you fondling every new inch. I kept getting annoyed that the merchant’s inventory page loads like half a second slower on mobile than the other screens and then forgetting it mid-fap because the next CG drops some new angle of a fat ass sitting on your face. It’s messy, horny, weirdly cozy, talks about war like it’s weather, and treats bodies like clay you can knead, pinch, fill, and milk until everyone’s panting and your workshop smells like sex and herbs.

Adri’s obsession with his gorgeous neighbor Susi spirals into a burning desire that he can’t shake off. Every stolen glance ignites a fire in him so fierce he finds himself lost in moans and touches behind closed doors. He pleases himself in his clothes, fingers tightening against the growing need, fantasies of her dripping wet body flooding his mind.

But these moments alone aren’t enough anymore; the ache to touch her, finger her ass, and worship every inch of her body becomes unbearable. This story dances between comedy and raw desire as Adri’s awkward attempts to seduce Susi collide with his rampant, unfiltered lust.

From tender handjobs that leave both panting to sessions where leather and latex toys come alive, every scene turns up the heat. Susi’s playful smile hides deep cravings while Adri battles shyness and greed for control, forging a connection no one saw coming.

The game pushes you to explore their fevered interactions, giving you direct control over Adri's hands as he pleases himself or tries to win her favor. If you like raw, dirty scenes filled with lust, awkward flirtation turning into steamy sex, and moments that veer delightfully between sweet and filthy, dive deep into this twisted tale.

City looks normal on the surface, right? Trains, vending machines, neon signs, same boring apartment blocks, everybody pretending they don’t see each other. In this game that skin of normal life is just a thin Tarot card veil, and behind it there is this thick, sticky story about a kid and his mom, and how “family love” starts to shift into something way more fucked up and way more hot than it should be. You play as Asahi, teenage boy who already feels like the Page of Cups: too many feelings, no idea where to put them, jerking off in his room while his busty single mom walks around the house in clothes that are “totally normal” only if your tits are a religion. The art is that AI-looking stuff, a bit uneven, but sometimes it hits super hard: one frame she’s just a cute caring mom with soft eyes, next frame she turns her head and suddenly you see the Empress reversed, like she’s one bad decision away from being corrupted completely. I like that. I hate that. It feels cheap and it feels perfect at same time. Her ass is huge, by the way, and the game knows it. Half the camera angles are basically just “Hana’s ass, the full moon arcana”.

What made me stick to it was how the story feels like pulling Tarot cards one by one and watching them get dirtier. At the start it’s just small stuff: little scenes of her leaning too close, her shirt slipping down just enough so your brain clicks “this is wrong” and your dick says “shut up”. There are both male and female viewpoints, which is fun because sometimes you’re trapped inside the boy’s horny mind, then suddenly you’re in the mom’s head, seeing how she tries to be responsible and ends up masturbating in the shower thinking of things she absolutely shouldn’t. The first time you catch her touching herself is like drawing the Devil card upright. You walk past her door, hear those quiet wet sounds, open just a crack, and there she is on the bed, one hand between her legs, other hand clenching the sheets, whispering your father’s name at first, then stopping, then not saying any name at all. That scene sticks. I actually paused and re-opened it in another tab on my phone later, like some degenerate, while pretending to read chat in Telegram. And it’s not just cheap porn; there is this heavy feeling of “oh shit, this is going to break everything” under every blowjob hint and every long stare.

The corruption vibe creeps in slowly, like the Tower card hanging above you, waiting. New guys show up, neighbors, co-workers, that kind of thing, and each one feels like a possible thief of your little world with her. The netorare angle sneaks up. At first you’re just jealous because some dude stares at her tits in the store, then it turns into real threat when she blushes at some innocent compliment and you realize the game is totally ready to let someone else enjoy that big ass while you watch like a complete cuck. That mix of arousal and sick feeling in the stomach is very strong here. There are choices that look small, like “do you peek longer” or “do you pretend to sleep when she checks on you”, but later it feels like each one was a card laid on the table, building a spread you can’t escape from. Sometimes scenes cut too fast, sometimes the pacing feels weird, like the game gets shy and then suddenly not shy at all, like going from soft family breakfast to her on her knees, lips parted, tongue slightly out, ready to wrap around some guy’s cock that might or might not be yours. The boobs are big, the asses are bigger, the kisses turn into sucking, and somewhere in the middle you realize you’re not sure if you want to protect her, own her, or just sit in the dark and watch her get taken away piece by piece. It’s messy, like a reading where all the cards come out reversed and you’re still smiling because damn, the story is hot.

Experience the thrill of clever number matches that strip away layers of clothing, revealing more and more of the real, seductive model. The higher your skill in merging matching numbers, the more daring the reveal gets, turning a simple logic challenge into an erotic reward system.

Each twist and turn in the numbered plates’ dance requires swift action so you can capitalize on every merging opportunity. Your objective is to spot precisely when two identical numbers align side by side, then click one to merge them into a new plate with twice the value. This gameplay loop keeps you engaged as the stakes rise with every successful merge, increasing both your score and your erotic reward.

Time is against you as accumulating plates threaten to fill the board; maintain your pace and plan ahead to keep spaces open. Every strategic decision brings you closer to a captivating striptease where logic meets seduction in an unforgettable mix.

Ideal for fans of logic puzzles and adult entertainment, it merges intellectual challenge with erotic fun.

If you love combining strategy with a touch of naughty excitement, this game is built to thrill your mind and senses alike. Tap, match, merge, and enjoy the slow but rewarding undressing that celebrates your success.

Embark on this hot, strategic game and see how your quick wit can turn a logical puzzle into a breathtaking visual prize.

Success in this game hinges on your skill to count your moves in advance. You’re not just moving numbers around - you have to strategically remove numbers so that the total inside the highlighted square adds up perfectly to 21. It’s a twisted sort of math puzzle, but it’s far from simple.

What really raises the stakes is the background distraction. Behind the board, a tempting warm blonde chick begins stripping and teasing, making it harder to keep track of the digits with each passing round. Her seductive dance are designed to distract you, pulling your attention away from the puzzle at hand.

Every move becomes an exercise in balance - you want to keep your mind sharp enough to clear those numbers while your eyes are drawn to the sultry show playing out behind the grid. It’s a fierce mental challenge wrapped in desire and temptation; the more rounds you survive, the faster and more complex the puzzles become, and the more daring her performance grows. The tension builds as the stakes rise, nudging you to push harder to beat both the game and your own wavering focus.

Playing Jack in Frame is like diving headfirst into a provocative battle of wit and willpower. Each level tests not only your quick arithmetic abilities but also how well you can resist getting lost in the lustful spectacle unfolding just out of your primary focus. Success rewards you with a rush of satisfaction for mastering the numbers and handling the seductive pressure simultaneously.

If you’re ready to sharpen your mind under pressure, juggle calculation with submission to distraction, and crave a gameplay experience that’s equal parts challenging and tantalizing - this is the game you’ve been waiting for. Jump into Jack in Frame, challenge your limits, and prove you can keep control when everything around you is designed to make you lose it.

Choose your moves carefully, wipe out those numbers until 21 stands proud, and let the intoxicating dance push you to your edge. This isn’t just a puzzle; it’s a test of focus, nerve, and raw desire. Are you up for the challenge?

Start playing today and see if you can master the numbers before the heat of the moment pulls you away.

You close your eyes in your boring bedroom and open them in the kind of fever dream only people who stayed too long on hentai subreddits would recognize. Floor’s not even yours. Gravity feels slightly drunk. There’s a catgirl kneeling on your chest like you’re furniture, tail flicking over your mouth while she argues with a floating robot about whether you count as “property” or “partner.” She’s wearing this half-assed cosplay mashup that looks like someone tried to mix maid uniform with battle gear and gave up halfway. She keeps “testing” your reactions. Fingers tracing your crotch through your pants, nails dragging just a bit too slow, telling the robot to record your pulse when she gropes you. She keeps saying it’s “for science” but she’s grinding on your thigh while she says it, so yeah. Science with nipple clamps and a collar.

The game plays like some horny sandbox dating sim that drank too much sci-fi and shonen anime. You wander a weird city that looks medieval if you squint, until a neon sign pops up over an elf brothel and ruins the illusion. There’s monster girls tending stalls and they all look at you like you’re a walking virgin buff. Some of them actually say it. Out loud. One big-titted cyclops girl literally bets you she can make you cum from a handjob without letting you thrust at all, and the game actually locks your inputs and makes you watch her smug face while she squeezes and strokes and slows down right before your bar hits full. She spits on your tip, smirks, denies you on purpose, and then asks if she can tag you as a “denied client” in her app. I swear it felt more humiliating than losing in ranked on Valorant.

What really messed with me was how often the world pretends sex is just another stat. There’s an elf matron who checks your “breeding potential” like she’s scanning a QR code, talks about your balls like they’re gear in an RPG, then drags you behind a curtain and mounts you slow, riding you raw while lecturing you on proper thrust rhythm. She keeps squeezing her pregnant belly against your stomach, milk leaking down on your chest, telling you this is your “future” if you keep signing slave contracts without reading them. Then, same game, you’re in a dirty alley watching two girls in cosplay dom gear spit on a chained-up maid and use her face for practice. One sits on her nose, the other pinches her nipples till she squirts all over the ground, and you don’t even get to join unless you agree to be collared too. The childhood friend with the short hair finds out later, pins you in the wrestling ring, sits on your face and rubs herself all over your mouth while punching your stomach lightly every time you try to breathe, calling you a perv and making you say whose slave you want to be. She keeps pretending she’ll let you cum if you answer “correct,” then pulls away right when you’re twitching, laughing in that half-cruel, half-affectionate way that makes your brain melt.

Group scenes happen so casually it almost feels wrong. You walk into a bathhouse and suddenly there’s a harem of different races arguing over who gets your cock first. One girl wants anal, one wants your mouth, one just wants to milk you with her tits. They line you up, use your body like a shared toy, switch places without asking, and the camera just lingers on wet skin, dripping cum, drooling mouths. A robot hovers overhead and records everything for “research,” again, but secretly you find that same recording in your room later and, yeah, you end up jerking off to your own humiliation. Sometimes the game makes you just watch. A lesbian dom scene behind a glass wall, another girl getting spanked till her ass glows red, then shoved full of a dildo while she cries and smiles at the same time. You can’t help. You can only stare. And worse, the UI tracks how long you watched, and some characters tease you about it later like they saw your browser history. Not gonna lie, some of the animated ahegao faces look stupid as hell, tongues flopping like broken gifs, but then one of them starts squirting on your abs while begging for more and your brain just forgives everything.

I kept wishing they’d at least let me change one stupid tiny thing, like that ugly default collar you get tagged with in the early slave arc, but no, it stays in every sex scene for hours, mocking you quietly. You go from shy virgin to the guy who’s creampied an orc, an elf, a catgirl, and something with too many tentacles, and still that same cheap collar sits on your neck, reminding you you’re never fully in control here. It’s messy, horny, mean, sometimes sweet by accident, like when the pregnant catgirl curls around you in bed, leaking milk on your chest and purring while you lazily finger her and she tries not to moan too loud. Then she ruins the moment, calls the robot, and asks it to replay earlier footage of you getting pegged so she can laugh at your face while you cum again inside her. This whole world feels like that: one long, sweaty joke on you that somehow keeps you hard anyway.

This one feels like someone took a classic “teacher crush” fantasy and just kept turning the dial until it snapped. You’re this grown guy, not some teenage anime student, and you end up tangled with Professor Aiko Hisato. On campus she is ice cold, all tight blouse and clipped voice, the kind of woman who can make a whole classroom shut up with one look. The fun part is that the game lets you poke at that mask until it cracks. First you see the strict side: she calls you into her office, shuts the door, fixes her glasses and starts talking about “professional standards” while your eyes are fighting not to stare at her tits straining under that white shirt. She leans over her desk, skirt hugging her ass, pretending she doesn’t notice how hard you are. She definitely notices. The tension in those first scenes feels like when you text the wrong person a horny meme and they reply with “come here, we need to talk” instead of blocking you.

The further you go, the more the game stops pretending she is just a teacher. You can push the relationship into this messy, dirty thing where you basically own her, or pretend you care about her feelings while you are still fucking around. There is a whole cheating angle going on that the game never shouts about, it just lets you slowly realize that all this is happening behind somebody’s back. Her husband, boyfriend, whatever, he exists more like a shadow you spit on. One moment you are “helping” her relax after a long day, hands on her shoulders, telling her she works too hard. Next moment you have her bent over her own desk, skirt up, red marks blooming on that round ass while she tries not to moan too loud because there are students outside. The spanking scenes are nice because they are not just punishment porn. Sometimes you use it to break her attitude, sometimes she basically begs for it, pressing that big ass back against your palm like she forgot she is supposed to be the respectable professor.

What I liked is how the choices creep up on you. At first it feels like you are just picking dialogue, the usual “be nice / be an asshole” stuff. Then five scenes later you realize she is talking to you in this low, obedient voice, or instead she is clinging to you, jealous and crazy, because of something you clicked earlier when you were half-distracted checking Discord or Telegram on your phone. One route turns her into this cheating milf who waits for your messages, always horny, spreading her legs in some hotel room while writing emails to her students on her laptop. Another route, you push harder, you grab her hair, make her kneel between your legs in that office chair, glasses fogging up while she chokes on your cock, and she starts to enjoy being controlled more than she ever enjoyed her boring “proper” life. She has these huge tits that bounce every time you slap them, and the game really leans into that, but at the same time sometimes I wished there was just one scene where she keeps her bra on the whole time, just teasing, and of course that never happens when I want it. That annoyed me for like two minutes, then I was back to watching her ride you, ass slamming down, panties hanging off one ankle, telling you in this broken voice that nobody has ever fucked her like this and you know she is lying, but you let her say it anyway. The whole thing feels like a horny visual diary of slowly breaking a proud woman until she starts texting you first, asking when you will use her again, while her “respectable” life falls apart in the background and you barely even care.