Among all the other striptease mix-games, this one can be called a pretty classic. It is essential to determine the perfect combination of balls to get you through the round. At the very least, it will be superior to your opponent's combo for certain. It doesn't matter the number of cards you've got, the round will end with you having five cards in each. If you have a better combination, you'll move to the next level with new segment of really hot video to delight in. This time it will be not just one strippingdown dancer, but two stunning ladies who won't just strip down each other but will also give you a an exciting and entertaining show afterward.

Dive into the challenge where strategy meets desire, shaping your fate card by card while the tension rises with every deal. The more you master these combos, the deeper you get into a vortex of eroticism, unlocking scenes that go beyond mere striptease.

Feel the rush as you outplay your rivals, heart pounding, mind racing, knowing each victory is rewarded with breathtaking, passionate performances. With each new level, the stakes get higher and the girls get naughtier, pushing the limits of what this game has to offer.

This is no ordinary striptease game - it’s a seductive blend of mind and lust, a playground where skill unlocks fantasy. Prepare yourself for a ride that twists your brain and ignites your fantasies, with every move bringing you closer to the ultimate tease. Come play, conquer, and let two ravishing women rewrite your understanding of striptease - turn the cards and watch the irresistible unfold.

You show up in this new town with one bag, no real plan, and parents who basically dumped you on your dad’s coworker and fucked off to chase promotions. The house you land in is way too nice for some “temporary stay”. Big quiet place, smells like coffee and perfume in the morning, and the woman greeting you at the door is exactly the kind of older neighbor porn sites have been shoving in your face since high school. She’s polite, sweet, talks like she’s worried you’ll be bored, but every time she turns around those ridiculous tits are fighting for their life inside her shirt and you already know “bored” is not on the menu.

The art looks like someone grew up on old Sunday morning anime and then got horny and never recovered. It’s not perfect on the technical side, you’ll see some weird fingers here, a slightly cursed expression there, but the faces have this smug, “I know what I’m doing to you” vibe that hits harder than super polished trash. Her body is crazy: wide hips, huge ass hugging tight skirts, breasts that stretch fabric so much you kinda expect a wardrobe malfunction each scene. When she leans over the table to serve you breakfast, boobs pressed on the edge, smiling like nothing is happening, it feels almost more indecent than when she’s straight up pumping your cock with oil and giving that lazy half-lidded look. One route had her casually wiping your “mess” off her boobs with a dish towel, complaining about laundry while her cleavage is covered in cum. That moment stuck in my head way more than the big money shots. I did wish there was more build-up to some scenes, but whatever, my dick didn’t protest.

They clearly had fun with the parody angle too. There are these little nods to that blue robot cat series that obviously lawyers would hate. A familiar pocket gadget shows up as some totally-not-copyrighted toy that “helps with stress relief”, which ends up as a stupid excuse for her to test how much your cock can handle. At one point she uses a “future massage device” that looks suspiciously like something out of that show, but now it vibrates against her tits while she traps your shaft between them and pretends it’s all some accidental test. The game doesn’t overexplain it, it just drops the reference and moves on, like “yeah, we know you watched the wrong stuff at 12.” Half the time I was chuckling, half the time I was trying not to nut too fast while she’s sitting on your lap, grinding that fat ass slowly, whispering how lonely she’s been since her own kid moved out. The only thing that annoyed me was the text box sometimes covering the good parts and making me click back and forth, but I kept forgetting to adjust it because, well, huge animated tits bouncing in a slow titfuck will do that to a brain.

The moment Janice slips out of her tight, revealing clothes, you’ll know this isn’t your usual card game. Unlike every other blackjack game you’ve played before, here the stakes are higher and the rewards far naughtier.

First, you need to build up your stack of chips because without money, Janice stays fully clothed. Like classic blackjack, you place your bet, get dealt cards, and decide whether to hit or stand.

She’s a Latina bombshell who knows exactly how to tease you, making it almost impossible to look away. From the flicker of her eyelashes to the sway of her hips in lace lingerie, Janice’s striptease is immersive and intoxicating.

Winning means more than just points; it’s your ticket to exclusive, risqué 3D scenes featuring Janice.

Playing blackjack has never been this dirty or this fun. Janice’s voluptuous figure and naughty antics will keep you coming back for more.

Your luck at the table decides how much skin Janice shows next.

Harley in this one feels like someone pulled her straight out of a horny TikTok cosplay and dropped her into an arcade cabinet from hell. You start in this neon maze thing, top-down, pretty old school vibe, and she’s already dressed in that cheap-but-hot clown psycho outfit, tiny shorts that ride up her ass, torn stockings, the bat, the whole “haha I’m crazy” energy. You’re basically running around a labyrinth chasing this little bastard that keeps taunting you, grabbing keys, dodging traps, collecting shiny stuff, trying not to get stuck in corners while some timer crawls in the back of your head. It looks simple and it kinda is, but then the game starts teasing you every time you clear a section. Little flashes of skin, clothes missing a bit more. It’s like those clickbait ads on Pornhub finally decided to be honest for once.

What got me was that the striptease part doesn’t just play like a passive reward cutscene. You’re still in “game mode.” You beat a chunk of the maze, fade to a tiny stage, Harley leans on a pole or chair, and you have to trigger the right stuff to peel off her costume piece by piece. Sometimes you’re basically spamming and sometimes the game wants a bit of timing, like a budget rhythm mini game, and if you screw it, she teases but doesn’t lose what you wanted. That annoyed me, but in a fun way, like when a gacha game gives you every character except the one with huge tits you’re actually after. One run I had her down to just panties and gloves, then whiffed a stupid move and had to go back to chasing the idiot in the labyrinth again. Felt like edging, but with pixel running and bad life decisions.

The “real model” angle is kinda wild here. Not full video, but you can tell the girl behind Harley exists on some OnlyFans or Fansly somewhere, because the body feels like a cosplay shoot sliced into game form. The face has that “I learned my makeup from Instagram reels” look, and when she bends over after you clear a tougher maze, the light catches that subtle thigh squish that screams “this was a real booty at some point.” It’s horny in a cheap hotel way. Not classy, not trying to be art. At one point I got stuck on a dead end of the maze, accidentally ran back and forth like an idiot, and when I finally finished the level she did this lazy slow strip, dropping the bat and rolling her hips like she’s bored but still wants your money. That hit harder than the earlier “look at my tits” poses. By the time you’ve seen her fully naked, you’re not just spamming skip. You’re kinda watching, half annoyed at the clunky arcade corners, half proud you bullied a fake Harley Quinn into flashing everything just because you can move through a glowing labyrinth without dying. Honestly, it feels like playing Pac-Man after browsing Chaturbate too long, and somehow that works.

Meet a guy who’s cool with living with his pals under the same roof. That was until he fell for the very same girl his closest friend had eyes on. Trouble is, his friend played the game way harder with the ladies, and unsurprisingly, got the girl.

So here stands our protagonist, caught between friendship and desire. What path will he take? That’s entirely up to you. Every choice you make will tip the scales of this messy, passionate triangle.

Step inside a world where trust, betrayal, and desire collide. Watch sparks fly as loyalty cracks under the weight of secret longing. This isn’t a simple tale of good versus evil – it’s messy, real, and yours to command.

Do you push him to reclaim the woman who stole his heart, no matter the cost? Or perhaps you’ll choose the path of acceptance, finding peace in moving on.

Once you start, nothing about their shared home or lives will stay unchanged. Brace yourself for moments charged with tension - every interaction matters.

Now’s your chance to take control and dive headfirst into this emotional rollercoaster. Because your choices don’t just affect the story, they shape his soul.

This thing is basically a dumb horny pool game that somehow works way better than it should. You get this top view of a billiard table, balls flying around in slow chaos, and your job is kinda reversed: instead of just pocketing stuff, you’re babysitting your own holes so they don’t get filled. Yeah, I know how that sounds. Every time a ball rolls close to your pocket you panic-click on it to smack it away toward the enemy pockets, like you’re playing horny air hockey with gravity. It’s super simple, like those old Flash games you used to boot up at school on shitty PCs, but with a blonde getting railed in a video on the side that keeps running while you’re trying to focus. And you *will* lose focus because she’s not just standing there posing. She’s bouncing, sucking, arching her back while taking it deep, and you’re supposed to be protecting some stupid green felt hole from a shiny white ball while she’s staring at the camera with that “you’re next” look. My brain was split in two: one part doing pool math, other part thinking about pausing and just pulling my dick out.

The funny part is, the more into the video you get, the worse you play. It starts pretty chill, just a couple balls gliding slowly toward your side, you click, they bounce, you feel like a god of pool. Then the tempo creeps up, more balls appear, angles get annoying, and meanwhile the blonde is getting fucked harder, the camera zooms closer, you see spit, see her tits slapping together, cum threat hanging in the air, and suddenly you’re missing clicks. One ball slips into your pocket, you flinch like you actually lost something important. Another one goes in, and the game punishes you for being horny and distracted, which is honestly fair. At one point I was trying to line up a perfect rebound toward the far corner pocket, and as I clicked, she moaned louder, jerked her hips, and I mis-timed so badly the ball rolled straight into my own hole like a traitor. I actually said “fuck you” out loud to a pixel ball. Also the click hitbox feels tiny randomly, like once I swear I clicked dead on but the game just looked at me like, nah bro, you missed, enjoy that ball in your pocket. No idea if it’s lag or me being clumsy with one hand.

It has this weird hypnotic rhythm: click, bounce, glance at the blonde getting her pussy stretched, look back, another ball, another glance, her lips wrapped around a thick cock, tables filling, tension rising. There’s no deep story, nobody cares whose pool hall this is, but she looks like that classic porn-site banner girl from early 2010s, fake lashes, bright lipstick, messy hair, and it hits a certain nostalgia spot. The pool physics are just realistic enough to matter, like you actually can do this scuffed mini bank shot by hitting one ball into another and watching it roll neatly into the far pocket while the first one brushes dangerously near your own side, so your heart does that tiny jump. If you’re the type that gets turned on by multitasking under pressure, this is pure brain rot: your eyes keep darting between the table and her wet, shiny pussy getting pounded, trying to keep all your pockets clean while balls rain from everywhere. I kinda wish there was some crazy twist like her reacting when you win, or the sex changing when you mess up, but no, it just keeps going like a dirty screensaver while you fight the balls on the table. And somehow that’s exactly why I kept clicking “again” instead of closing the tab.

Samantha shows up in this rotten city like she walked out of some half-forgotten cyberpunk fanfic and then someone spilled porn all over the manuscript. She is “the fixer”, sure, but half the time it feels like the city is fixing her instead, grinding her down with every job, every favor, every late-night “meeting” with someone who has too much power and not enough morals. The game throws you into Blaston, this polluted, hungry place where everyone wants something from her body first and her brains second. One moment you are discussing sabotage in a factory office, pretending you care about output numbers, and five minutes later the foreman has her bent over the desk, still trying to finish the dialogue options while his absurdly huge cock is already pushing in. It feels wrong and hot at the same time, especially when you realize her choices earlier made this exact humiliation possible. My inner literature nerd kept thinking about noir detectives who always drink too much and get punched in the alley, except here the hangover is replaced by cum dripping down her thigh on the train home while people stare.

What I like is how the game constantly forces you to juggle “professional” life and just pure degeneracy. You wake up, check your phone like in real life, see three messages: boss wants you to talk to a gang leader, some rich wife wants “private mediation” with her cheating husband, and a shady lab sends a polite invite to “participate in an experimental treatment” to improve her physical abilities. Saying yes to that third one can turn Samantha into all kinds of twisted versions of herself. I had a run where she ended up with a smooth thick futa shaft between her legs, and it completely changed how scenes played out. Suddenly she is the one pulling out her cock in a dark alley, forcing a cocky street punk to his knees and using his mouth until he gags, then deciding if she rewards him with a sticky creampie inside or just all over his face. Another time I went the opposite direction and let the city break her. She got dragged into this spiral with a group of monster girls and rough, smug black gangsters who pass her around in a derelict warehouse like she is public property. There is this one scene where she is standing naked on a loading dock in the rain, collar on her neck, one guy fucking her ass while another uses her mouth and a third is rubbing her swollen belly because, yeah, she is already pregnant from an earlier “negotiation” that went very off script. She tries to keep talking in-character about “peace between factions” while they just laugh and slap her tits until she shuts up and moans.

The corruption creeps in little by little. At the start she still gets shy when someone grabs her ass on the subway, pulls her skirt down, looks annoyed. Later she is riding that same train with no panties, sitting across from some nervous virgin office boy, spreading her legs a tiny bit wider each stop, watching him sweat. You can choose for her to drag him into a public restroom and ruin him for normal sex forever, jerking him off and then guiding his cock inside while she whispers that he belongs to her now, or you can ignore him and go meet your cuckold contact instead. That guy is married to this Amazon-tier woman with huge tits and a big black bull on the side, and your “job” is to keep the drama controlled. Which in practice turned into Samantha fucking the wife on the couch, licking her pussy while the bull rails her from behind, and the poor husband just sits in the corner stroking his worthless little dick. The game is full of this kind of tangled mess. You think it is just a life sim with calendars and stats, then suddenly you are on a rooftop at night, drunk on power, making a captured troublemaker kiss your boots before you jerk him off with them and push him over the edge of his old life. Romantic routes exist too, buried under all the filth. I accidentally made Samantha fall in love with a girl she was supposed to blackmail. They end up in a cheap motel, kissing shyly at first, then rubbing against each other until they both cum, no pressure, no money, no gang watching. It was almost sweet, which somehow made all the gangbangs, footjobs under bar tables, public groping in neon-lit clubs, BWC-driven netorare drama and messy creampies feel even dirtier by contrast. The city keeps asking her one question: how much of yourself are you willing to sell to keep fixing everyone else’s problems, and how much are you secretly enjoying that sale.

The outfit choices in this coffee shop visual novel are honestly pretty basic - Phil/Hazel rocks the standard barista apron look throughout most scenes, which feels like a missed opportunity when you're dealing with someone who's clearly meant to be your typical feminine trap character. The whole aesthetic screams "indie coffee culture meets yaoi manga" but the costume design doesn't really commit to either vibe fully.

What caught me off guard was how the game handles the gender reveal mechanics. You're flirting with this cute barista thinking you're in for some straightforward romance, then boom - surprise package under that apron. The animated sequences when things get heated are surprisingly well done for something this rough around the edges. There's actual effort put into the anal scenes, and the oral animations don't look like someone's head is just bobbing up and down like a dashboard ornament. Phil's expressions during the more intense moments actually sell the whole "innocent barista discovers their kinky side" transformation pretty convincingly. The creampie scenes get properly messy too, which I appreciate - none of that clean, sanitized porn game nonsense.

But here's where it gets weird - the romance elements feel completely disconnected from the sexual content. One minute you're having this sweet conversation about coffee preferences and life goals, the next you're balls deep in what's essentially a trap doujin come to life. The mobile interface makes navigating between choices clunky as hell, especially during the teasing sequences where timing actually matters. The cosplay elements they throw in later feel random too, like someone just remembered they had that tag to fulfill. Still, there's something oddly charming about how unpolished it all is. Phil's character development from shy coffee shop worker to eager bottom happens way too fast to be believable, but the masturbation scenes where they're thinking about you hit different when the writing actually tries.

Star Periphery feels like someone smashed a lewd dating sim into a busted space freighter and just left the whole mess running. You’re this skinny space nobody with more hormones than sense, tossed into a universe where every second woman has a thick cock, big tits, a mean streak, or all three, and half the time you’re just trying not to stare while your eyes are glued to their asses anyway. It starts pretty simple, wandering around this rusty station full of flickering neon and suspicious stains, but it sneaks up on you. One moment you’re just checking a cargo manifest, next moment a smug futa customs officer has you pressed to a wall, one gloved hand casually groping your ass while she pretends to be “searching for contraband.” That scene sold me, honestly. The way she keeps her voice calm and bored while you’re clearly leaking through your panties, teasing you with slow strokes over the fabric, then just walks away like nothing happened. Loved it. Actually I hated it because I had to reload after choosing the coward dialog and missing half the scene, but that’s another thing.

The voyeur stuff is weirdly strong here. There’s this bit where you end up stuck in a crappy hostel pod, thin bulkhead, cheap audio insulation, and you can hear a monster girl mechanic in the next room railing some poor femboy trainee. You only see flashes through a broken panel and some flickering HUD readout, but you hear everything. Wet slaps, his breathy little whines, her low voice telling him to “push back more, toy” while she spanks his ass red. No explicit camera angle, no heroic close-up of internal cumshots, just your imagination and some nasty audio. It feels more filthy than most straight up porn scenes. Then later the game turns around and throws full-on internal views at you, showing a massive futa shaft stretching your virgin ass open while some clinical scanner overlays data on muscle tension and depth. It’s kind of hot, kind of medical, kind of fucked. In a good way. Maybe. I’m still not sure. Anyway, the point is, it does both subtle and really not subtle, and sometimes in the same arc, which is confusing and nice.

What I liked most is how the romance sneaks into all the filth. There’s this MILF captain, big ass, heavy tits, looks like she bench presses starship engines for fun. At first she treats you like a disposable cabin boy, orders you to your knees for a “stress relief” handjob after a bad run, uses your mouth while checking navigation on her tablet like you’re just another system. The first time she titfucks you, she doesn’t even look down, just talks about fuel prices while your cock is sliding between her slick cleavage and you try not to cum too fast or she’ll mock you. Then hours later she quietly asks if you want to sleep in her bunk instead of the cold cargo bay, spoons you from behind, hard cock pressed between your cheeks, no sex at all, just this heavy warmth and her arm over your waist. It feels almost wholesome, then she wakes you up in the morning by grinding against your ass and whispering “open up for your captain” and you remember this is still a dirty game about turning a shy guy into a proper slutty trap. Or not, depending on choices. Sometimes you can dodge the sissification paths completely and stay a more standard sub guy, and sometimes you walk straight into a shop that sells sex toys and walk out in a thong, collar, stockings and a remote vibrator inside you because a smug futa tech-girl convinced you it improves your “crew performance.” I swear I was trying to play it cool and avoid that content, then I clicked one flirt option in a bar and suddenly I’m kneeling while she adjusts my stockings and spanks me for fidgeting. It’s messy, half-polite, half-degrading, and I kept clicking anyway.