LuckCase looks like it was written by someone who lost a bet and had to make a horny visual novel instead of fixing their life, and honestly that’s kind of its charm. You play this guy who’s basically a walking disaster, the kind of dude who would trip over air and flash his porn tabs to the whole office by mistake. He stumbles into the forest because of some old rumor about a wish‑granting creature and, of course, it’s a succubus with tits that look like they have their own gravity. She doesn’t just say “I’ll fix your life”, she offers a pact that’s more like “I’ll fix your life, but your dick is now part of the contract”. From there it’s just this chain of situations where your “new luck” keeps throwing you into sexual trouble with every woman around you. It’s not subtle at all. One second you’re trying to talk normal, next second the camera is right on her thighs while she’s leaning in to “check your aura” and you both know that’s not what she’s checking. The game pretends it’s about fate, but really it’s about how many times you can almost lose your soul because a horny demon gives you bedroom eyes and calls you “pet” in that fake innocent anime tone.

What surprised me, it’s not just straight porn scenes pasted together. Sometimes you click a dialogue option thinking “this is the safe one” and bam, you’re suddenly in this incredibly awkward half‑nude moment with your shy classmate, both of you blushing like idiots because your pact with the succubus twisted the situation into something dirty. I liked how the strict boss is written too, she’s the type who scolds you for being late while the text box is literally describing how your eyes keep dragging to the tight skirt, and if you choose the wrong apology she doesn’t fire you, she corners you and starts “discipline” in her office chair. There’s this one scene in the forest again, later, where the succubus is jealous you’re getting along too well with the other girls, so she pretends she’s just giving you a status update on the contract, but gradually the conversation turns into this slow, teasing blowjob where she’s asking if you “really prefer mortals” while never letting you answer properly. Little touch I liked: some of the so‑called comedy bits are actually pretty lewd, like you slipping on a puddle and ending up face first between someone’s thighs, and she’s torn between yelling and grinding a bit before pushing you away. The romance angle is messy and kind of cute, except when it isn’t, because the game doesn’t mind pushing you into morally questionable stuff under the excuse of “bad luck changing to good luck”. I wish it let you be a bit more of a bastard or a bit more pure instead of always dragging you back to horny middle ground, but it won’t, the succubus keeps nudging things so you never escape the harem chaos. Still, when she leans in, her tongue tracing your ear while she whispers how every little wish you make just feeds her more, it’s very hard to care about consistency.

This thing starts like a horny soap opera where the camera forgot to cut and just keeps staring. You’re this awkward dude with some “mysterious problem” that the game keeps waving in your face but doesn’t really explain at first, and suddenly you’re working as a domestic helper in a house full of women who clearly never heard about personal boundaries. It acts like it’s about “love” and “blessings”, but in practice it’s about trying not to lose your mind when a stacked milf leans over you to “show you how to clean properly” and her tits are right there, animated and jiggling like they got their own physics degree. Scenes love that slow tease, where she pretends it’s normal to press that big ass against your crotch while she asks about your day. And obviously the guy just stands there, rock hard, pretending to be polite. Relatable in the worst way. I actually laughed when the first groping scene happens, because it’s half “no, I’m shy” and half “let me just keep my hand there for three full dialogue boxes”. The game thinks it’s subtle. It’s not.

The house setup is basically harem-by-accident, except it’s not an accident at all and everyone knows what’s going on but still keeps talking like this is normal employment. Each woman has her own style of teasing: one does the full-on mom energy with soft voice and huge tits pressing on your shoulder when she’s “worried about you”, another just walks around like her clothes are a suggestion and sits in ways that make you stare at her panties, and the third acts cold and annoyed until she suddenly starts grinding on your lap because she “needs some help relaxing”. The 2dcg has that mobile-friendly look, simple enough that it runs fine on my old phone, but they at least bothered to animate the good parts: hips slowly rolling when she rides you, nipples bouncing when she climbs on top, that little shiver in her ass when you grab it. Some of the looped animations are janky and keep restarting at weird times, like you’re stuck in a GIF, but honestly it kind of fits the vibe of a horny dude replaying the same memory in his head. Text boxes sometimes lag on Chrome for Android for no reason and it pisses me off more than it should, because you’re about to nut and instead you’re tapping the screen like a maniac. Still, the way they mix teasing and payoff is addictive as hell; you keep telling yourself you’ll just check one more event, then suddenly it’s another blowjob scene where she pretends she’s only “helping with your condition” while drool runs down her chin. The game talks about romance and marriage and “finding real love”, but every choice feels like a different flavor of being buried in milfs who want your cock, and honestly, that’s not a complaint. Or maybe it is. I’m not sure anymore.

Phil is the kind of old bastard you see in hentai and think, “nah, nobody is like that in real life,” and then the game spends about ten minutes proving you wrong. He used to be this self-proclaimed sex god, king of the boarding house, panties thief, the whole package, and now he’s broke, humiliated, and somehow still horny as fuck. The plot is simple on paper: someone screwed him over, he got kicked off his throne, and now he claws his way back up by joining the local mafia and turning his own house into this weird mix of crime HQ and pervy playground. It sounds ridiculous, and it is, but that’s kinda why it works. One moment you’re helping him deal with shady guys in suits, the next you’re peeking through keyholes to watch a girl ride a dildo she swears is “for back pain only.” The game just shrugs like, yeah, that’s normal. Helga, Olga, Mirian, Layla, Ronda, Phoebe… every name drops like some bootleg crossover of childhood cartoon parody and cheap soap opera, and they all come with their own flavor of fuckery. Helga being a tsun brick with big tits is probably the least surprising thing in here. The first time Phil accidentally walks in on Layla, ass in the air, playing with a toy in front of her phone camera, I actually paused and laughed, because of course the old pervert doesn’t back out. He just stands there, breathing heavy, and the game lets you drag that voyeur moment out longer than it should. The teasing is constant, insanely slow at times, like the devs are edging you on purpose. You grab tits, you grope asses, someone complains, someone moans, and the line between “oops” and “he totally meant that” is very blurry. It’s a sandbox structure, so you bounce around the house, repeat scenes, poke at characters until new stuff unlocks. Sometimes it’s hot, sometimes it’s just Phil being a creepy old fuck and you go “okay dude, relax,” but then you click the same option again anyway, so who’s the real problem here.

What I didn’t expect is how much the game leans into Phil being old, not in a sad way, but like a filthy legend past his prime trying to speedrun a comeback. He talks about his “glory days” while staring at a teen with a big ass bent over the kitchen counter and whatever sympathy you had just melts. And yet, the game still lets him be this weird charm bomb. He flirts with Milfs and teens like it’s all the same sport, one minute groping some big tits in a cramped hallway, the next sabotaging some poor bastard’s date so he can swoop in. There’s a scene with Olga where he “helps” her with yoga, and you can practically smell the sweat and desperation when he pretends his hands just “slipped” to her ass. Anal stuff shows up more casually than I expected too, like Phil is just ticking off a bucket list he started thirty years ago. The parody angle pops out more in small jokes: little nods to “Hey Arnold” style names, some girl literally named Ronda who looks like she walked out of a bootleg hentai version of a kids show, and the game never points at it directly, it just sits there and lets you be the one who feels dirty for noticing. Sex toys appear in random places, like a vibrator casually on a coffee table, and Phil’s reaction is always the same horny old man energy, half shocked, half delighted. I only really got annoyed at tiny things, like how the same teasing line repeats in certain scenes and the timing of some events feels off, you walk in, get blueballed, leave, come back, same half-finished seduction, like the universe is lagging. But then you hit a new voyeur moment with Phoebe showering, water dripping over huge tits pressed against the glass, and the irritation just fades into the background noise. Nothing feels polished, not the pacing, not the transitions, not even the way Phil talks, but in this type of game it kind of fits. It’s like dirty fanfic that escaped, got some code slapped on it, and decided to become your new guilty habit without asking.

There’s this thing that happens sometimes when a porn game forgets it’s “just porn” and suddenly you’re emotionally invested, right? This is one of those. It pretends to be a simple girls-only academy fantasy, then quietly punches you in the chest with feelings while you’re half hard, scrolling with one hand and pretending you’re just here for some quick futa action. You play as Diana, this stubborn, confident girl who goes to an all-girls school because she’s done with guys and drama, and of course the first person who really gets under her skin is Jeanne, tall, beautiful, way too gentle for someone packing that kind of secret. The whole story is like: slow flirting, awkward tension, then that moment where you realize “oh shit, this is not just about getting laid, I actually care if these two idiots are happy.” The game isn’t trying to be cool or edgy, it just lets you sit in the weird space where romance feels soft and horny at the same time. You just click, read, watch. No choices. No “good endings” or “bad endings” to min-max. It’s a straight kinetic ride, which honestly fits, because this thing would totally fall apart if it had branching nonsense everywhere.

The sex builds up so slowly that you almost get annoyed, then when it finally hits, it’s like everything clicks. Jeanne’s first blowjob scene, with Diana going from “I can handle this, I’m not a shy girl” to visibly overwhelmed, swallowing, eyes watery, fingers digging into Jeanne’s thighs, that whole thing felt way more intimate than half the stuff tagged as hardcore these days. And yeah, the animation is simple, you can see that AI touch on the CG sometimes, hands a bit weird, toes not always perfect, but then you get that footjob scene where Diana is clearly embarrassed, using her feet on Jeanne’s cock while pretending she’s just “trying something out”, and it just works. The way Jeanne is half apologizing for enjoying it too much, while Diana is blushing and still pushing on, watching Jeanne’s expression like she’s reading a test result, that’s the sort of moment that sticks. The creampie payoff later, when Diana finally lets go and trusts her, is not subtle at all. It’s messy, it’s tender, it’s a little pathetic in the best way. She’s riding Jeanne, nails scratching, mumbling that she doesn’t want to feel empty again, then the game just holds on that last thrust and the cum spilling inside, and you suddenly realize this is literally the climax of their emotional arc, not just a “money shot”. Then the next scene they’re cuddling and talking about stupid normal stuff, like where to walk on campus to avoid annoying classmates, and you’re there thinking “how did I get this invested in two horny schoolgirls in a porn VN I opened in incognito after closing Twitter.”

The lesbian angle also isn’t fake. There are pure girl-on-girl scenes that don’t rely on futa at all, like Diana going down on Jeanne before she even knows about the extra equipment, completely focused on making her melt, using hands and tongue like she actually likes doing it, not like it’s some checklist. When the truth drops and Diana has that tiny freakout, it’s not some dramatic hentai meltdown. She’s confused, horny, pissed at herself, still stealing glances at Jeanne’s bulge in those tight school clothes. The story doesn’t try to explain or label everything, it just lets two women figure out what they want from each other. Sometimes they’re romantic and soft, sometimes it’s just handjobs under blankets while whispering so roommates won’t hear, sometimes Jeanne is the one giving and Diana ends up shaking, clinging to her arm like a lifeline. It’s messy, emotional, a bit cheesy, very horny, and if you’re the kind of person who pauses porn because a character says one line that hits too close to home, this will absolutely get you. You’ll come for futa and orgasms, and somehow stay just to see if Diana finally stops being scared of being loved by the one person she swore she wouldn’t fall for.

Lena looks like the kind of girl who should be in some boring office job, not standing half naked in a sweat-soaked ring with some psycho redhead trying to choke her out while the crowd yells for more tits. That clash is what makes this game hit different. You don’t start as some overpowered porn goddess, you start as a broke girl stuck in a shit city, dragged into sexfights because her idiot dad couldn’t stay away from cards. New Ipswich feels like one of those places from a trashy crime anime that never got a second season: neon, sleaze, and everyone pretending this is “just business” while they bet on who gets fucked on the mat. The whole sexfighting thing sounds silly on paper, then you’re in your first real match, Lena’s breathing heavy, sweat on her skin, the other girl grabbing her hair, and suddenly the humiliation hits harder than the punches. Either you dominate, or you get used. It’s that simple and that messed up.

The fights are not just button mashing. You switch from strikes and holds into sex moves so fast it feels illegal. One second you’re working a clinch, next second the crowd is chanting for Lena to “open up” and you actually consider it because if she goes full tease, she can flip the mental game. Let an enemy strip her top off in front of the audience and the shame drains her focus, but if you time it right and Lena turns it around, pins the girl, crotch grinding on her face, forcing her to lick while the camera zooms in on every wet detail, suddenly she’s the one owning the exhibition. I had this one match where I played it “nice” for too long, tried to win clean with jabs and throws, and the rival just snapped, mounted Lena, shoved fingers in her, rode her to a sloppy creampie in front of everyone and then walked off like she just claimed a trophy. I actually paused and stared at the screen like: “ok, that escalated.” It’s rude in a good way. Or a bad way. Depends how broken you are.

What caught me off guard is how the game leans into both sides of domination without pretending they are equal. Sometimes Lena is on top, literally sitting on a girl’s face, grabbing her hair, forcing her to eat her out while flashing her big tits to the crowd like she owns the whole damn city. Sometimes it flips and a bigger fighter or some smug guy just treats her like a toy, using her throat, pushing past her limits, making her cum against her will, then leaving her on the sticky canvas with that dazed, fucked-out look. The humiliation is not soft either. They taunt, spit, pull her legs open, finish inside her while the gamblers laugh, and the game just quietly nudges you like: “hey, she still has debts to pay.” It even has these quiet moments in the locker room after, where Lena is leaning against the wall, thighs still trembling, and you’re picking what she does next, who she confronts, whether she chases power or just survives. It almost feels romantic sometimes when she faces another girl who clearly wants her as much as she wants to win, tongue tangled with knuckles, lesbian heat right in the middle of a dirty brawl. Then some asshole promoter reminds you she’s just another body to bet on and the mood dies. That’s kind of the charm though: nothing is clean here. Sex is a weapon, a punishment, a reward, and half the time Lena’s not sure which one she’s holding.

You start as the guy every NTR story loves to hate, but here you’re the one everyone secretly wants to fuck. No drama about feelings, no crying in the shower, just you walking around town, stacking numbers and ruining relationships for fun. The game throws you into this small city that feels like a horny version of a Facebook friend list: bored wives, frustrated girlfriends, “loyal” fiancées who stop being loyal the second you smile at them. It’s a sandbox, so nothing holds your hand. You just wander, click places, talk shit, flirt, push boundaries, then push them a lot harder. One second you’re casually chatting in a coffee shop, the next you’ve got someone’s big-titted girlfriend on her knees in the back alley, drooling on your cock and trying not to moan too loud because her boyfriend is literally a few meters away staring at his phone like an idiot.

The art is that kind of 2D that looks like it was made by a horny cartoonist who never learned “subtle”. Tits are huge, asses even bigger, everything jiggles when it should, sometimes when it shouldn’t, and the animations focus on the exact things you’re here for: a hand digging into a soft ass while you pound her pussy from behind, lips stretching around your dick, her mascara running while she tries to keep eye contact. There’s this one scene where you’re in some fake “yoga class”, and the instructor’s ass is just in your face in this impossible pose. You do a few dumb dialog choices, pretend to care about breathing and “inner peace”, and ten clicks later you’ve got her bent over the mat, her leggings halfway down, and she’s trying to keep her composure while you fuck her slow and deep. The game loves that contrast: calm setting, then suddenly her moans sync with the little looped animation of her cheeks clapping against your hips. It’s stupid. It’s hot. It works.

What I like is how often the game lets you be an absolute dick and still get rewarded. You can charm them, sure, but you can also just be this cocky bastard, grabbing their ass mid-sentence, shoving their face into your crotch while they “hesitate” for half a line before going full cock worship. There’s a lot of groping and teasing, you get scenes where you’re just casually feeling a girl up while her boyfriend is in the next room, and she whispers “don’t stop” even though her phone keeps lighting up with his messages. The dating sim layer is light but enough to loop you in: raising their affection, figuring out which joke will make them laugh, then using that trust to drag them into your orbit. You’ll go from flirty texts to them sitting in your lap, tits out, grinding on your hard dick while they pretend it’s “just for fun”. And yeah, sometimes the humor is dumb as hell, with stupid puns and over-the-top macho lines that made me roll my eyes, but then the game throws an animation of her sucking you messy, spit strings and everything, and suddenly that joke doesn’t matter anymore. It’s all about you being the bull in a world full of fragile little relationships just waiting to be split open.

Pokestars is basically what happens when someone looks at the old anime and goes, “yeah but what if they all wanted to fuck the trainer instead of chase badges,” and then actually commits to the bit. You’re this dude who somehow lands in this luxury pokemon training resort that’s less about ranked battles and more about which girl you’re making moan behind the stadium later. It’s played like one of those point and click dating sims where you bounce between locations on a map, poke on stuff, poke on girls, poke on buttons, in that order. May, Misty and Dawn are the main stars here, and they’re not subtle. First time you meet Misty she already has that “I’m gonna test you” energy, except it’s not a gym test, it’s whether you can keep up with her mouth while the battle scoreboard is still flickering in the background. It’s funny because the game pretends to care about rankings and resort rules, but after like ten minutes you’re mostly just planning who you’ll fuck in which corner of the map and if you can trigger another animated scene before clicking through the dialog you half read.

What I liked a lot is that it doesn’t waste too much time teasing without payoff. You win a fight? You’re not getting a high five; you’re getting on your knees or putting her on hers. There are full-on oral scenes where you literally watch her head move, with voice lines that are not studio-perfect, but that kinda makes it better, feels more like a weird fan project that got horny and never stopped. Vaginal scenes too, with those 3dcg bodies pressed together and enough motion to not feel static. Sometimes the moans don’t sync perfectly with the thrusts and it made me laugh, but I still didn’t skip it, so whatever. The resort itself works like a hub: pool, rooms, arenas, those spots you click just to see if someone’s there to jump your dick. You get some dating sim flavor on top of it all, little choices in dialog, giving attention to one girl over another, pretending you care about who has the strongest team when you’re actually just angling for a threesome later. There’s even this moment where Dawn corners you in a hallway after a match, her voice goes low and you can hear the slight echo like they actually thought about the room, and suddenly she’s on her back on a bench, panties around one ankle, you pushing in while she still has her gloves on. That kind of detail is the thing that keeps you clicking “next” even when a line of text is kinda cheesy.

The voiced parts are the big hook and also the thing that sometimes makes it feel janky in a good way. May has this cute, eager tone when she goes down on you, wet sounds and breath mixing, but then every once in a while a line sounds like it was recorded in another room or on a different mic. It pulled me out for half a second and then there’s a close-up of her lips sliding down your shaft and suddenly I don’t care anymore. Harem angle is strong too, not just one-on-one stuff. You get those scenes where two of them tag-team you, one sucking while the other rides, like a porn parody that forgot to blur anything. And the point and click side makes it feel a bit like a scavenger hunt for sex; “if I go to the resort hot springs at this time, will Misty be there? Will she be naked already? Can I trigger that one scene where she sits on my face first and then demands I pound her right after?” Sometimes the pacing drags and you’re just clicking through resort menus looking for the next bit of action instead of actually doing trainer things, but then the game throws another animated fuck sequence at you and your brain forgives it instantly. It’s not classy, it’s not subtle, it’s literally fan fantasy turned into a horny resort simulator, and yeah, it works.

Getting dumped by your own dad and shipped off like some faulty package is already a mood, but this game somehow makes that whole mess the starting point for a horny strategy puzzle about redheads, power games and terrible self control. You land in a new city, get thrown into a school that feels way too clean on the outside, and then suddenly there is this weird thing where every second girl has that same fire hair and a body that looks like it was drawn by a guy who never heard the word "subtle". The protagonist is technically you, but really it feels more like you’re playing some unhinged greedy algorithm trying to optimize routes between tits, asses and who you can piss off the least in each scene. The game loves teasing. Not soft flirting, I mean long, drawn out bullshit where a milf bends over in front of you for the fifth time and you still somehow don’t get to fuck her yet, just a lot of groping, half-accidental "oops I fell on your boobs" moments, and those stupid timing choices where you either peek through a door or pretend to be a decent human being. And yeah, of course you peek. Everyone peeks. Then you reload because you wonder what happens if you don’t. Then you forget what route you were even on.

What I liked way too much is how the voyeur stuff isn’t just a one-off scene. You’re always catching people in some half-private situation: a teacher fixing her stockings while you "study", a mature neighbor bending over a washing machine in yoga pants so tight they’re basically war crimes, a girl in the dorm changing and you’re just outside the window with that shitty moral choice hovering. The visuals don’t try to be artsy, it’s more like: here, big tits, big ass, red hair, enjoy, you degenerate. Sometimes their faces look slightly weird from one angle, like they’re thinking about taxes during a blowjob, but then the camera swings a bit and you forget because the body language actually sells the scene. There’s this one moment in a classroom where you sit behind this stacked redhead and the game lets you "accidentally" brush her ass while passing a notebook. It sounds small, but the way her expression shifts from annoyed to curious and the option pops up to push your luck or back off, that did more for my blood pressure than some full sex scenes in other games. I still hate that the text box sometimes covers part of the action and I keep clicking like an idiot just to reposition it, and the dev probably won’t change that, but here we are.

The whole multiple endings thing turns into a mental chessboard in your head pretty fast. Do you keep milking the older landlady route with all the slow, sensual groping and late-night kitchen scenes, or do you go full chaos and chase the school girls with their messy drama and "caught in the hallway" tension. The game never really tells you which path you’re on, so you constantly feel like you’re one horny click away from nuking an entire ending, and honestly I love that and hate it. You try to min-max affection like it’s a JRPG stat, then there’s a scene where you watch two redheads argue in the dorm hallway, and you get a choice to take sides or stay silent. Pick one, suddenly someone else stops texting you for a while, a milf stops inviting you for "coffee" and you sit there wondering if it was that choice or the one where you grabbed a bit too much ass in the library. Also, side note, whoever decided on the pacing of the teasing deserves both a medal and a punch: sometimes you finally get a hot scene with kissing and groping and hand under the skirt, and right when you’re ready for the full thing it cuts, jumps to next day and pretends nothing happened, like some cocky Netflix show. But then three scenes later she leans against a wall, whispers in your ear, and all that previous frustration suddenly feels like part of the plan. Or maybe I’m just coping. Hard to tell.

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.