Classes start again, calendar says “back to normal”, and your guy basically hears “time to fuck up every moral rule on campus”. The whole thing plays like one long horny detour that accidentally involves lectures. You’re this dude coming back from a summer that clearly scrambled his brain, because now every hallway, bus seat and half-lit living room turns into a chance to push things way too far with any woman breathing near you. Not in a romantic VN way, more like “yeah I should be studying, but her tits are in my face and my dick’s already hard, so... priorities”.

The pacing is messy in a good way. One minute you’re pretending to pay attention in class, next you’re crammed into some tiny kitchen with a thick older woman in yoga pants that are working way too hard, your hand already sliding under that waistband while she pretends to talk about “adult responsibilities”. She starts off all stiff and serious, and two dialogue clicks later she’s jerking you off at the sink, rings clacking on your shaft, whispering that you “can’t cum here” while her hand speeds up anyway. The game loves that “I shouldn’t do this” line then immediately makes her do exactly that. And it doesn’t just stop at teasing. You get full-on sloppy titfucks where your cock is sandwiched between huge soft milky tits, nipples brushing your stomach while she spits on your tip to make it glide better. Half the time you barely remember how the conversation even started, it just melts into skin and noise.

The older women are kind of the main show, honestly. Thick milfs with big asses that bounce when you rail them from behind on saggy couches that look stolen from a dorm dump room. One of the best scenes has you bent over a curvy landlady type on a too-small bed, your hands digging into her huge ass while you switch from sliding into her pussy to slowly pushing into her ass, and she tries to keep her voice down but fails totally, biting the pillow and drooling on it while you grind in deeper. The camera just stays there on her big butt, jiggling with every thrust, like the game knows exactly why you came. Blowjobs get messy in the right way too: lipstick smeared, spit strings hanging, her head bobbing while her tits press on your knees, and then she uses both hands to polish you off, pumping fast and rubbing the tip against her tongue like she’s tasting ice cream, not cum. Some of the casual stuff might even hit harder, like getting a lazy morning handjob from a sleepy thick woman on the couch, her tits slipping out of her tank top while she strokes you slow, barely awake. Or a quick bathroom fuck where you press some stacked girl against the door, yank her panties aside, slide into her wet pussy for a “quick one” that of course turns into a long, deep pounding with her legs shaking. When the game remembers anal, it really commits: long buildup, lube talk, a tight push in, then that perfect moment where she goes from “ow” to “don’t stop” while her ass swallows you. It’s filthy, direct, sometimes clumsy, very male-point-of-view, and absolutely not interested in making you feel like a good student.

You wake up as Lieutenant Arkay, already balls deep in Empire bullshit and not even sure if you’re the bad guy or just the horny one who signed the wrong paper. General Orbius dumps you on this secret research station called S.H.A.D.O.W., floating in space, quiet and cold, with that soft humming sound in the background that makes everything feel like it’s vibrating under your feet. Doors slide open with that smooth hiss, lights bloom across the floor, and every corridor feels like it’s hiding some dirty secret around the corner. It’s all very sci-fi and serious at first, then the “research” part hits: monster girls in containment, clone soldiers that look almost the same until you notice their tits or their eyes or the way they bite their lip when you grab them by the throat. There’s this weird mix of military discipline and pure filth that actually works. You’re still writing daily reports for the Empire, but between lines you’re thinking “yeah, I made her cum 3 times and then filled her ass, is that classified too, sir?”

The game plays like a sandbox of bad decisions. One moment you’re pretending to do your duty, checking data on some console like a good officer, next you’re cornering a clone in a maintenance bay, hand on her neck, thumb pressing into her pulse while the other one slides into her panties. The detail is nice in a dirty way: her breath getting shorter when you grope her, the way her thighs press together when you tease instead of fuck, the sticky sound when you finally push in after too much teasing. There is one scene where you’re in this observation room, watching a monster girl train with a group of clone girls. It starts as “combat exercise” and ends as you, behind one-way glass, jerking off while the monster girl pins one clone to the floor and licks her all over, and the others pile in. Full on group sex, tails wrapping around waists, hands everywhere, one of them riding a toy while you decide if you join them or just keep being the pervy voyeur. I actually liked the titfuck scenes more than I expected, which is stupid, because usually I skip those. Here, one MILF scientist in a tight uniform kneels in front of you in some random lab, pops her tits out of the white coat, grabs your cock and presses her soft boobs around it, slow, sticky strokes, leaving little smears of precum on her skin. You can feel in your mind that warm, slick slide, her glasses slightly crooked because you pulled her hair too hard. And I still think the anal scenes are the best part, except they kinda aren’t, except they are. The pacing is a bit strange: sometimes you spend too long just walking around the station, touching consoles, listening to Orbius talk about “important projects” while you’re just here waiting to creampie another clone. At one point I got stuck wondering if the clones even remember who fucked them yesterday or if it’s all blended into one long mission report titled “Arkay abuses his authority again.” Anyway, I got distracted by this tiny thing: the sound of doors. They always make the same noise, and now my brain links it with “someone is about to get groped.” It’s annoying. I kinda love it. I was going to say something about the fantasy part with the monster girls wielding strange powers, but now I just remember the way one of them clamps down around your cock when you push in her pussy while her tentacles hold another girl open for you, and yeah, whatever, lore can wait.

Everything is falling apart and somehow you end up as the one guy sitting in the big chair. That is the feeling this game chases. Virus, empty streets, city quiet like a church at night, and then you open the interface and it just goes: “You’re the mayor now. Do what you want.” There is no slow heroic build up, no epic speech. It is more like waking up hungover and realizing you accidentally bought a whole city on Steam during a sale. Only this time the city is full of desperate, scared, very fuckable people who need food, safety, rules, and you are the one deciding what “rules” actually means.

What I like is how casual the corruption starts. You are not forced to be some cartoon villain. You begin with small decisions. Approve some ration cards, move a patrol here, give a special pass to that district. Then the game quietly asks if maybe that cute nurse can get extra medicine if she gives you a “private report” first. You say yes once, and like in WhatsApp chats you think “ok, only this time.” But the next scene remembers. Her sprite changes, her attitude softens, she starts calling you “Mr. Mayor” with this tiny blush. Then the CG kicks in and suddenly your office desk is not for paperwork anymore. The city is dying outside and you’re rearranging her underwear like it’s the most important problem in the world.

The survival layer actually feeds the porn instead of just being some menu in the corner. You cut funding to security so you can pour resources into building your private harem wing in city hall, and the game lets you do it. Crime rises, some people suffer, you still get a new scene where a former councilwoman crawls to you, begging for protection. And you sit there with your fake moral choices. “Sign this obedience contract if you want supplies for your district.” She hesitates for half a second, then the CG shows her on her knees between your legs, signing with her mouth busy. The writing is blunt, not poetic, and that fits. This world is not romantic, it is hungry. Bodies bargaining for safety, girls trading their pride for your signature. Sometimes the text goes a bit too edgy and silly and you roll your eyes, but then a new character pops up, maybe a local cop or a teacher, and the game nails that specific fantasy of slowly watching her standards rot away scene by scene.

What really got me is how the visual novel style makes your filth feel official. You click through council reports, infection stats, budget numbers, and then in the same interface you choose to personally “inspect” the shelter staff. No music swell, just a choice button that changes someone’s whole life. You can pretend to be caring, giving out resources like a kind leader, but the game keeps tempting you with that darker path: exclusive access passes in exchange for “night visits,” forced loyalty oaths while you fuck them over your desk, whole city districts run like your personal breeding grounds. The corruption is not just in them, it’s in you watching the next CG unlock and thinking, “Ok, just one more depraved law.” And it never really judges you. That’s maybe the most dangerous part. This is not a story about saving the city. It is about how good it feels when no one can tell you no.

Send your rounds skimming along the J-shaped ramp, striking targets to pile up points – but watch your total carefully. You need to hit exactly 21 points, no more, no less, just like in blackjack. One slip and you’ve lost the round. This challenge isn't for the faint of heart.

Why aim for 21? Because behind every win lies a tantalizing reward: a stunning blonde model dressed in a tight, revealing white outfit who’s ready to peel it all off as you dominate the game. She’s not shy about showing her excitement when you nail enough victories. Each win peels away another layer of that hot outfit until she’s bare and breathing heavy, right before your eyes.

This isn’t your typical arcade game. The mixture of classic blackjack rules with fast-paced target shooting keeps your adrenaline pumping. Every round tests your skill, your timing, and your nerves. You’ll find yourself leaning closer to the screen, fingers jittery, heart racing, trying to score that perfect 21 while imagining what the blonde temptress will do next.

The gameplay hooks you in with simple controls but don’t be fooled – it packs an addictive challenge. You have to think on your feet, calculating your moves carefully so you don’t overshoot or undershoot your score. It’s a relentless dance between chance and skill, where each hit brings you closer to the ultimate prize.

And the real prize here? Watching the real model’s striptease unfold in real time, reward after reward, as you conquer round after round. The sensual rhythm of her movements syncs perfectly with your gaming momentum, intensifying the experience. The slick white fabric clings to her curves, teasing at what’s underneath, making every successful hit feel that much sweeter.

Dive into this erotic arcade mix that blends the thrill of gambling with the raw tease of a live strip show. Your mission is clear – master the ramp, hit the targets, master the math of blackjack, and keep going until this blonde bombshell sheds every last piece of clothing in pure celebration of your skill.

Don’t let the pressure get to you. Sharpen your focus, play smart, and enjoy the escalating heat as this sultry model strips down just for you. Whether you want a quick burst of steamy arcade action or a seductive challenge to keep coming back to, this game delivers on both fronts with an explosive combination of gameplay and erotic reward.

So, are you ready to take control, aim true, and rack up a perfect 21? Your prize is waiting, naked and eager.

Send your rounds skimming along the J-shaped ramp, striking targets to pile up points – keep your eye on the numbers since getting to precisely 21 points is key. Any mistake means starting over. The tension is real, and the stakes couldn’t be higher.

The perfect 21 score lets you see the real prize: a beautiful blonde model eager to slowly surrender her hot white outfit. Her teasing stripshow unfolds with every successful round you take.

Combining blackjack scoring with rapid-fire target smashing, the game demands both brains and reflexes. Each attempt is a battle to balance accuracy with speed.

Simple on the surface, this game requires sharp focus to master. Precision is key, as every point counts toward your ultimate goal. You’ll ride the edge of chance and control, chasing perfection.

Your victories fuel a sensual strip show that makes every point worth fighting for. Every piece shed syncs with your adrenaline, making the moment electric.

This game merges the rush of blackjack with an enticing striptease spectacle. Hit your exact score every time and be rewarded with a seductive display that grows hotter by the round.

Concentrate and keep hitting that perfect 21 to unlock more steamy moments. It’s a perfect blend of quick thrills and slow-burning sensual payoff.

Can you handle the rush and win that sexy reward? Get that perfect blackjack and watch as she reveals everything just for you.

Game starts like some sweet high school romance story, all soft colors and cute uniforms, and then five minutes later you’re already thinking “yeah ok, this is going to end with her getting filled by half the class while he watches”. You play as the guy, obviously, and your girl is that insanely kind of perfect type that in real life would have ten dudes orbiting her phone at all times. The sandbox structure is pretty loose: you drag your horny brain around the school, home, streets, random after-class spots, poking at events, checking who is checking her out, trying to push things a bit further each day without crashing everything in one go. It’s not some deep management sim, more like a playground where your jealousy and your dick are fighting for control, and the UI just lets you make bad decisions faster. You get your normal couple stuff, kissing in empty halls, her jerking you off under the desk when the teacher turns to the blackboard, then she “accidentally” forgets to pull her skirt down and you can literally see some NPC just staring at her panties. The game really loves that slow burn where you pretend to be angry at how guys stare at her, but then the event menu quietly hands you an option that basically says “ok but what if you lean into it”.

The sex scenes hit pretty hard when they open up. It uses those AI CGs that sometimes look a bit too polished and then in next frame her hand has like one extra finger hiding in shadow, but you’re already halfway through a blowjob animation so you don’t care. There’s a nice thing going on where early on it’s mostly POV from your eyes, her on her knees between your legs, licking the tip while class is still going on next door, and she keeps glancing at the thin wall like someone could walk in any second. Later, you unlock situations where you’re not the one getting serviced anymore. First time I triggered the locker room scene I honestly thought it bugged, because camera stays behind a crack in the door and she’s inside, sitting on a bench, this random guy “helping” her stretch, his hands going too high up her thighs. She sends you a text like “I think he’s a bit touchy, is it ok?” and the game just drops three options. If you pick the wrong one, next CG she’s already stroking his cock with this guilty little smile, and you’re still stuck outside, jerking off to the keyhole view. There’s a simple thrill in those moments when you feel like you lost control, even if actually you clicked yourself there. Handjobs turn into blowjob “mistakes”, then swallowing, then creampies with her panties pushed to the side in some abandoned classroom where your character is just standing there, pretending this is all part of the plan. Group stuff takes a while to appear, but when it does, the pacing is nasty in a good way: first it’s just one friend “joining for a bit” while she rides you, then suddenly she’s sandwiched, your dick inside while another guy fucks her mouth, and her eyes are rolled up in that way that makes the whole “I’m the boyfriend” thing feel like a joke you told yourself. The game even lets you catch her masturbating alone in your room, moaning other guy’s name by accident, and you get this small choice to confront her or just quietly watch from the door like some creepy voyeur. I clicked “watch”, obviously, and she finished all over her own fingers before half-whispering “I hope he invites me again”. That line stuck more than any fancy animation. The weird part is that between all this depravity, there are still these shy little teasing scenes, like her flashing a bit of bra at lunch or sitting on your lap and just grinding without going all the way, and somehow those almost feel more obscene after you’ve already seen her get a messy creampie from a guy whose name you don’t even remember.

Extra Inches feels like somebody mashed a horny dating sim with a shitpost and then accidentally made it work. You start as this pretty regular guy, nothing special, and then suddenly you’re surrounded by people who are absolutely not regular at all. Girls with huge tits who lean way too close when they talk, hot traps who look better in panties than half of the female cast, a smug futa with a dick that makes you feel weird things about your life choices. The game never pretends to be classy. It just pushes you face first into all the “what if I tried this” fantasies you probably won’t admit out loud. One moment you’re chatting about school or work, next moment you’re on your knees with a cock in your mouth and you’re not even sure how the conversation got there, but somehow it feels right.

What I liked is how the scenes actually build, even when the art is simple. There’s this one route where you think you’re just flirting with a stacked girl, she’s got this tight top that can’t handle her chest, and you figure ok, this is basic fanservice. Then she pulls you aside, straddles your lap, starts giving you this lazy handjob while teasing your “cute little straight-boy act”, and you realize she’s not exactly what she looked like. The game doesn’t stop and shout “surprise, futanari” at you, it just lets your brain catch up while your cock is already committed. Same with the trap character: first meeting is playful, almost innocent, then later he’s on your bed, ass up, asking if you’re actually going to put that thing to use or keep pretending you’re just curious. And yes, there is anal, and yes, it leans into that “I shouldn’t like this as much as I do” feeling. I do wish the text box wouldn’t jump right when the best lines appear, it messed with my flow, but they probably won’t fix it and weirdly that fits the whole dirty, half-polished vibe this game has. The oral scenes are all over the place too: sometimes slow and sloppy, sometimes straight up porn-speed, no warning, just spit and gagging and you trying to click fast enough to see every frame. Character logic is a bit fucked, but in a fun way. One guy calls himself straight while he’s balls deep in a big ass that very clearly belongs to not-a-girl, and nobody comments. I kind of love that. It feels like a world where labels matter less than what you’re doing with your hands and mouth right now. And extra inches matter a lot.

It still pretends to be a dating sim on the surface, with choices and different paths, but the game knows why you’re here. You pick this answer or that one, and the end result is usually someone’s face near someone’s crotch. Sometimes the girls take control, sometimes the trap is topping you, sometimes you’re pounding a futa until her tits bounce off her chest and you forget which route you picked in the first place. The male protagonist is basically a vessel for whatever your brain wants that day. Gay, straight, bi, confused, whatever, the game doesn’t sit you down for a talk about it. It just keeps throwing scenes where you’re switching from eating pussy to sucking dick to pushing into a tight ass that clenches too hard on the first thrust. There’s a rough charm to it, like one of those messy but hot Twitter threads that goes way too far, except here you can replay it and try a different answer to see who ends up jerking you off in the park instead of at home. It’s crude, shameless, kind of dumb in places, and still weirdly honest about how horny people actually are when nobody’s watching.

Malcolm is the kind of guy you scroll past in real life without even noticing. Skinny, nervous, always a little hunched like the world is too loud for him. The game just throws you into his messy life in Walkerville, this weirdly normal Texas town that keeps acting like it’s hiding something behind every white picket fence and church smile. He lives with his mom and his sisters, and yeah, the game does not pretend that everyone’s thoughts are pure. It starts small. A door not fully closed when his older sister changes, that one innocent towel slip that lingers a bit too long, a late night where he “accidentally” opens the wrong room and just stands there, watching, hand already twitching toward his crotch before you even realize you clicked. The voyeur stuff creeps in quiet, like it was always there and the game just lets you stop pretending.

What surprised me is how it mixes dumb horny jokes with moments that feel kind of raw. Malcolm wants to stop being this loser and “be alpha” or whatever, but you see him in front of his laptop, porn tabs open, jerking off to the thought of his own mother bending over the laundry basket, big ass filling the screen, and you can feel how pathetic he knows he is. The game lets you push him further. You decide if he keeps watching from the crack of the door or actually walks in when his busty mom is stretched over the couch, panties riding up, asking for “a quick back rub” that your brain instantly twists into something else. It’s dirty in a way that feels almost too close, like browsing Pornhub in a private tab and suddenly stumbling on that one “mom” actress that reminds you of someone you know. You can focus on straight stuff if you want, just tits, pussies, toys, bare skin under flimsy house clothes, that kind of thing. Or you poke into the futa / trans side of town, which the game flags clearly so you don’t wander into it by accident, and there’s this odd thrill when a girl you thought was just a cute neighbor ends up pulling out something thick and throbbing from under her skirt while still having soft curves and a wet, tight pussy. It makes Malcolm freak out a bit, and it kind of made me do the same, in a good way.

Scenes play out slowly, with that visual novel pacing where you click through every little smirk and every bad joke he throws out when he’s nervous. Sometimes it works, like when his milf mom calls him out for staring and you can either chicken out or double down and compliment her tits in this awkward, blunt way that somehow gets her blushing instead of slapping him. Other times it drags on while you just want to reach the moment where she wraps her lips around his cock or grinds her big ass against him in the kitchen and “accidentally” rubs the tip against her soaked panties. There is this one masturbation scene with his younger sister, caught on a half-broken phone camera in the bathroom mirror, where she thinks nobody is home and spreads herself on the sink, one hand on her clit, the other holding a cheap toy she probably ordered from Amazon. That part stuck with me way more than I expected. Not even the nudity, but the way she looks around, bites her lip, keeps whispering Malcolm’s name like she hates herself for it. The humor cuts through sometimes, with him making stupid inner comments while jerking to his own family, but then in the next click his cock is out in his room and he is stroking himself raw, trying not to moan too loud while listening to muffled sounds through the wall. It is messy, horny, a bit trashy, and doesn’t really care about being “nice”. Which kind of fits this town full of smiling faces and very dirty secrets, all waiting for Malcolm to stop pretending he is just a passive loser and start fucking his way into the role he keeps dreaming about.

Press the 'fire' trigger and unleash a burst of intense action in this game that throws you straight into a fast-paced card showdown. Right away, two piles of cards land in your lap, and it’s up to you to take a rapid look and choose your hand before your opponent does. The other hand? That goes straight to your virtual rival, your competitor in this fierce game of wit and luck.

Poker’s timeless hierarchy decides the fate of these cards. If your pick beats the house, you claim the win, but that’s only the start. Every triumph releases another firework, a fiery display that stretches far beyond the cards themselves.

The celebrations? They explode into something wild and unforgettable. Victory sparks the flame of a passionate scene unfolding between two stunning models who embody raw desire and irresistible chemistry. Their encounter grows hotter with every win you score, transforming the cool tension of the card table into a burning lesbian liaison packed with teasing touches, lingering glances, and unabashed seduction.

Every round won fans the flames higher in this tempting tale. Bodies intertwine and skin glistens, their passion palpable, making the game a journey where your poker skill feeds the sensual crescendo you witness. What begins as a simple card duel morphs slowly into a vivid celebration of desire, where your wins feed the heat and every firework celebrates their escalating intimacy.

This is no ordinary poker game - it’s an immersive experience where strategy meets seduction in every round. Are your skills sharp enough to fuel the fireworks and the passion that follow? Step in, make your picks, test your nerve against the dealer, and watch as every winning hand lights up the night with lesbian passion that refuses to be tamed. Get ready to play hard and feel the burn - both at the table and beyond.

Throw down your bets and ignite the steamiest casino encounter ever. Each win brings more than points - it fuels a deep, unrestrained fire between our beautiful models, turning a classic card game into a striking fantasy where pleasure and victory collide. The question is: how many fireworks can you unleash before the night ends?

You know that guy in the office who flirts too much, stares at tits a little too long, somehow still keeps his job because he knows where all the bodies are buried? In this game, that guy is you, and HR already gave up. You torched your old career by fucking around with the boss’s daughter and teasing half the female staff until the whole place looked like a hentai forum thread you shouldn’t scroll at work. The parent company can’t fire you without risking all their dirty secrets getting leaked, so they ship you off to a new branch and lock you into “100% remote work” like that’s going to stop your dick from ruining lives. It starts so harmless too: video calls with your new coworkers, polite emails, Slack messages that should be boring… but the corruption creeps in fast. A harmless compliment about a tight skirt. A “camera accidentally still on” moment after a shower. A late-night report where she’s wearing a blouse that really doesn’t want to stay buttoned. You’re supposed to behave. You absolutely don’t.

The fun part is how the game lets you poke at their limits. The girls all start out like normal coworkers, the kind you’d follow on Instagram and pretend you’re not zooming in on their pics. There’s the one who pretends to be a professional but is clearly thirsty for attention every time she leans too close to the webcam, boobs practically begging for an HR ticket. The boss’s daughter pops up again, and this time she’s pretending she’s “more mature now”, while stretching on camera so her big tits almost fall out of her top. Half the time you’re reading emails, the other half you’re choosing if you play it nice, act like a creep, or slowly corrupt them so they’re the ones asking you to stay in the call a little longer. There’s voyeur stuff too, but not in a subtle way. Sometimes the game throws you into these “remote access” scenes where suddenly you’re watching her in her bedroom, phone propped at a weird angle, ass filling half the screen while she thinks nobody is watching. You know that slightly messy AI generated look where the ass is too perfect and the boobs look like they cost half a salary? Yeah, that. It’s not “art”, but it hits that dirty brain spot.

What I liked is how your choices can fuck up everything without a big pop-up yelling at you. You go too hard too fast with one girl, she pulls away, suddenly your video meetings are all cold and formal, and the route quietly locks itself into the “you pushed it, now deal with it” ending. Another time, you play innocent for a while, pretending you care about her workload, and she starts teasing you herself, legs up on the desk during a call, panties clearly visible, pretending she doesn’t notice. Sometimes the endings are weirdly soft, sometimes they’re just “ok you fucked her, credits”, and sometimes the boss shows up and things get way more complicated and way more hot than they should be for an office game. Not everything looks perfect, some AI scenes have that slightly off vibe where a hand is like “what is that finger doing”, but honestly it kind of fits the dirty, not-quite-legal style of the whole story. You’re not here for gallery-level art, you’re here to be a corrupt bastard with a work laptop and too much access to horny coworkers, and the game really leans into that, then pretends it’s about “productivity”.