Vampires are real and you happen to be one of the most voracious. As a vital member of your vampire clan, you carry an urgent and powerful mission: to expand your clan’s influence and increase its numbers at any cost. Your weapon? The irresistible art of seduction, raw passion, and relentless conquest. The goal is simple yet savage: seduce, fuck, and impregnate as many human women as possible, securing the future of your bloodline. Though you possess an array of vampiric powers - from supernatural speed to hypnotic allure - it’s your sheer force of temptation that seals the deal every time. Every interaction unfolds in a tantalizing dance of dominance and submission, where the thrill of conquest merges with the dark pleasures of the night. Take control of your destiny as the ultimate predator - navigate through scenarios packed with raw passion, primal lust, and twisted secrets. Will you be merciless enough to claim your place at the top of the vampire hierarchy by spreading your influence far and wide? Jump into the game now and immerse yourself in a provocative, raw experience where your hunger for power and pleasure knows no boundaries.

Civilization is basically a smoking crater, the streets are full of rotting corpses and hungry dead things, and somehow this game still manages to feel more about horny, stupid human choices than about the zombies themselves. You start in this ruined city where everyone keeps saying “freedom” like it’s a religion, and yeah, they absolutely use that word as an excuse to fuck anything that moves, drink anything that burns on the way down, and chase every dark kink they were too scared to Google when society still had laws. The vibe is half horror, half “what if Pornhub and a bad trip had a baby during Halloween cosplay night,” and honestly it kind of works. The writing swings from serious to trashy in like two clicks, one moment you’re checking a blood–smeared hallway and the next you’re balls-deep in some girl who thinks moaning louder keeps the undead away. Spoiler, it doesn’t.

What surprised me is how often the story gives you a choice that looks simple on screen but hits weird after. You’re not just picking “fuck / don’t fuck” every time, sometimes it’s “do you help this desperate guy who’s clearly high as hell” or “do you use this girl’s messed up daddy issues to get what you want.” It pushes that line where you catch yourself thinking, ok, I’m kind of an asshole here, but then you click anyway. There’s a scene early on where you’re holed up in a shitty apartment, sirens long dead, city quiet like a morgue, and your partner for the night wants to try something rough while there’s a zombie literally scratching the door. The game lets you decide if you stop and deal with the threat or keep going and turn it into fear-play. I picked the second option. Felt dirty, didn’t regret it, regretted it, still not sure. That’s the type of thing that sticks. The horror is not the dead; it’s you getting used to this new normal where necrotic moans outside are just background noise while you eat pussy on a broken kitchen counter. And yeah, the game knows exactly what it’s doing when it leans into drugs, shady trades for sex, and people using the apocalypse as an excuse to finally turn their porn tags into real life. Sometimes it’s hot, sometimes it’s gross, and sometimes those two are the same thing and the game just shrugs and lets you click “continue.”

Sweat drips down your skin as you stand in the steamy gym, eyes locked on Mei's daring smile. Her fingers graze your arm lightly, sending shivers as she dares you to match her boldness. With a shaky hand, you reach out to explore her curves, your pulse quickening.

The tension escalates as the crowd fades away and your focus narrows solely on each other. Mei’s lips brush against your neck, her whispers growing bolder, urging you to surrender to temptation. The boundaries you once set dissolve under her gaze, replaced by raw hunger and craving.

Sweat-soaked and breathless, you both retreat from the gym but the game is far from over. Surrounded by curious eyes, you and Mei test your courage with every daring move. The rush of exhibitionism fuels your passion, making every touch electric and every glance loaded with promise.

The day’s heat gives way to the club’s dim lights, where secrets and seduction intertwine. Inside, the dares grow more intense, testing loyalty and desire in ways you never imagined. Boundaries shatter as you and Mei explore the depths of your desires together.

Now, faced with the ultimate choice, you decide whether to hold back or plunge fully into the abyss In this game of dares, the consequences are as thrilling as the acts themselves. The night awaits your answer, promising ecstasy or heartbreak with every daring move

Your phone is the real main character here. Not the guy you play, not the girls with the soft smiles and way-too-tight jeans, but that stupid little screen that never stops buzzing at the wrong time. You start with this cozy, slightly boring relationship, the kind where you already know how she takes her coffee and what porn tabs you keep half-hidden. It feels safe. Almost too safe. Then the messages start getting weird. Notifications pop up that are just off enough to make your stomach sink. A heart emoji from someone you barely remember. A photo cropped just a little too carefully. A chat thread with way too many deleted messages. You are not supposed to see some of this, and the game knows you want to.

The whole thing plays out like you are stuck between two chats at once, trying not to fuck everything up while also kind of wanting to. You switch between talking sweet to your girlfriend and flirting with someone you probably should not even be typing “hey” to. One second you are apologizing for being late to dinner, next second you are staring at a close-up of a huge ass pressed up against a mirror, trying to decide if you send a horny reply or leave it on read and pretend it never happened. The game likes to tease you with those little choices. Do you scroll further down the gallery and risk seeing something that will ruin your night, or put the phone away like a good boy and pretend the problem is not there. Obviously you scroll.

The cheating stuff is not just “haha, sex with someone else”, it is more like slow poison. Your guy reads a message, hesitates, lies about it in the next scene, and that small lie echoes later when she looks at you just a bit too long and says “you alright?” while her own phone buzzes face down on the table. There are AI-style CGs of her bent over the couch with her hair messy and her ass taking up half the screen, but the more you stare the more you keep thinking “who took this angle” and it stops feeling safe at all. One scene really hit: you are on voice call with your girl, she is telling you about her day, and in a side chat some other woman sends a bathroom mirror nude, wet skin and fat ass barely covered, with a tiny caption like “you thinking of me?” and the game just lets both conversations sit there at the same time, forcing you to juggle guilt and lust like some horny clown.

Sometimes the romance hits in a messed up way. There is this quiet late-night text where she admits she is scared of losing you, right after you spent five minutes scrolling a chat that makes it pretty obvious someone already had their hands on her. Or maybe they did not. The game is a liar and it enjoys that. You can be gentle with her, call her cute pet names, send selfies of your chest, and it almost feels wholesome… until you notice a tiny reflection in a glass door in one CG that looks like another guy’s shoulder in the background. Could be nothing. Could be everything. The tension is less “will I get laid” and more “who is fucking who behind whose back while everybody smiles and says goodnight”. And the wild part is, you keep pulling the phone back up anyway, swiping through chats like a junkie, hoping the next message hurts a little less or a lot more. Hard to tell which one you actually want.

Neuro/Splice feels like someone grabbed a cyberpunk thriller, a fucked‑up body swap fetish, and a humiliation dungeon, blendered it together, and then forgot to clean the mess off the walls. In a good way. You’ve got this cop Ryke, corporate dog for NexaCorp, who ends up jammed into Cassie’s body, tossed straight into a mixed‑gender max security prison that looks like a cross between a riot and a sex club that never closes. He’s a guy in his head, stuck in this soft, dangerous female body, surrounded by assholes who think she’s just fresh meat. Guards grope when they feel like it, inmates test boundaries with “accidental” touches that are not even slightly accidental, and every little mistake you make, the game slaps you back with some brutal teasing or public humiliation. There’s this early scene where you misjudge who to talk to in the yard and instead of a simple “game over”, you end up pressed against a fence, hand forced between Cassie’s legs in front of half the block while some guard laughs and pretends it’s a “routine check”. That whole vibe of “you wanted to be the hero, now suck it up” never really stops. It keeps poking at the fantasy of control, then yanking it away. If you’re expecting soft cuddly romance, you loaded the wrong tab in your browser.

The wild part is that while Ryke is getting his ass metaphorically and literally beaten in Cassie’s skin, Cassie wakes up in his male body on the other side of the fence with all the power he used to enjoy. Suddenly the hunted rebel girl is the scary dude in uniform, walking down halls where people flinch when she passes. She can abuse that. Hard. Use her new status to harass coworkers, push underlings around, “search” suspects with hands that stay way too long in the wrong places. There’s this interrogation room scene where you can lean into full male domination, pushing a nervous female tech against the table, fingers slipping exactly where HR would have a heart attack, all under the excuse of “investigation procedure”. Or you can pretend to be decent while constantly edging the line, which is almost worse. The game loves turning basic choices into fetish traps. Say the polite thing, you still get dragged into some forced stripping in the showers later. Try to act tough, you get chained up, spanked, and mocked like a bratty girl who forgot her place. It toys with netorare stuff in a really sneaky way too. People talk about “Cassie” like she’s a thing that can be used, and you know it’s Ryke in there screaming, but the body reacts, the nipples harden, the thighs tremble, and the game does not let you pretend that isn’t hot. Meanwhile, outside the prison, Cassie in Ryke’s body gets chances to steal other people’s lovers, ruin relationships, and then walk away like it was nothing. It hits that nasty “I stole your girl and she liked it better” kink and then just moves on like it never happened. Honestly, I wish they toned nothing down. The more it kicks at comfort zones, the more it actually feels alive.

You start as this young sultan who basically inherited a messy empire, a half-empty harem and a bunch of advisors who care more about their own pockets than your crown. The game doesn’t treat you like some all-powerful god from the first minute, more like a horny newbie with a very big title and not enough experience. You’re juggling money, politics, and a growing collection of very different girls and boys, all with their own hang-ups and kinks. One moment you’re trying to keep the janissaries from revolting, the next you’re deciding if the new redhead slave gets trained as a personal toy or sent to charm some foreign ambassador. That kind of “ok I just wanted to see titties, why am I making trade deals now” feeling is pretty much the core vibe here. The management part sneaks up on you: taxes, buildings, intrigue, and then suddenly you’re halfway through min-maxing your silk routes just to afford another exotic dancer with a ridiculous ass.

The harem stuff isn’t just “collect girl, fuck girl, forget girl”. Some of them fall in love, some just want to serve, some definitely want to own you back. You can be very soft, boyfriend-style romantic with one wife, giving her slow oral in a candlelit bath while she moans and tells you about her fears, and five minutes later you’re in the training room with the leather toys on the wall, collaring a mouthy slave and using her throat like it’s your property. There’s a nice contrast between those quiet bedroom scenes and the louder group events, like that first time you organize a private orgy to celebrate winning a war: half the harem piled on silk cushions, girls sharing your cock, a nobleman watching while his “gift” gets taken from behind right in front of him. Some scenes go into gay content too, which actually fits the court vibe: a loyal guard kneeling, kissing your ring, then your shaft, clearly torn between worship and lust while you decide if he gets promoted or just fucked. There’s cheating drama baked in as well; you can promise one beloved concubine to be “only hers”, then sneak off to have anal fun with the new dancer in the baths, hoping the little spying eunuch doesn’t talk. And of course he talks.

Sex isn’t just a menu choice here; your political choices change who you can touch and how. You want that proud noblewoman with the big tits who keeps insulting you in council? Maybe you crush her family in a tax scandal and she ends up in chains in your private chambers, glaring at you while you finger her wet pussy and tell her exactly what her new job is. Or you go the other way and actually woo her, give her power, and she climbs into your lap by her own will, riding you slow while whispering court secrets. The sandbox structure means you keep stumbling into weird stuff: a lesbian scene where two of your favorites start “training” each other without your order, one licking the other’s ass while they talk shit about your fashion sense; a sudden option to lend a slave to a visiting prince for a night and later decide if you punish her for “enjoying it too much”. A lot of the fun is in those small moments: trying to keep track of who you promised anal to, or realizing that the quiet bookish girl you kept ignoring now runs half your palace because you focused too much on the big tits. It’s messy, horny, and kind of mean sometimes, like real court gossip mixed with porn, and the game doesn’t really care if you try to be a good guy or the kind of sultan who uses every mouth and hole in the building just because he can.

This thing hits you in a weird way right from the start. You’re supposed to be some fresh recruit in this mercenary company, all “professional” and serious, but the moment those two kitsune bosses show up, the whole office vibe just melts into pure horny chaos. They look like they’re about to brief you on combat strategy, then suddenly the “briefing” is you on your knees under the desk, trying to answer questions while one of them wraps her tails around your neck and pushes your face where she actually wants it. It’s that kind of game where the meetings almost feel more dangerous than the missions, just in a very specific, wet-mouth, “don’t bite her by accident” way. Half of your actual job turns into managing power bullshit: this boss wants your tongue, that coworker wants your cock, someone else just wants to sit on your face while they call it “team building”, and you’re stuck in the middle trying to pretend this is normal HR procedure. It somehow feels believable and totally stupid at same time, like horny fanfic written by a war nerd who got distracted by fox tails and never came back.

The best parts hit when the game leans into the office gossip and you just listen. You’re walking past a door, and inside you hear two of the girls going at it, all soft moans and this messy, sloppy sound of someone working way too hard with their tongue. You can tell who’s in charge just by tone, no need for dialogue tags. One of them is basically purring “good girl” every other sentence, and you’re outside pretending to look at a clipboard, but your hand is already in your pants because of course it is. Later you’re dragged inside a storage room by one of the “coworkers” who swears she just needs help organizing supplies, then slams you against the wall, pulls out a toy, and tells you you’ll earn your ration only if you can keep your hands behind your back while she fucks herself on your cock and grinds the toy against your chest. It’s unbalanced in this nice way where you’re technically the male lead, but you keep getting treated more like a favorite toy than some big macho hero. One of the monster girls even uses you like an extra attachment, like she’s stacking sex toys, first her, then the dildo, then your tongue, in that order, and you’re just there thinking “I’m supposed to file reports after this?”

The art is this 2dcg style that looks almost too clean for how filthy the scenes get, but in some frames the proportions feel a bit off, like someone stretched a thigh or a tail just a bit too long at the wrong angle. I was looking at a blowjob scene with one of the kitsune sisters, and instead of focusing on the spit and her lips around the tip, my brain got stuck on how her ear looked like it teleported half a pixel to the left. It’s small but once you see it, it sits in your head and eats a tiny bit of your horny. Then five seconds later she pushes your head down and starts using your mouth like a stress ball and you forget everything again. There’s girl-on-girl scenes where your presence is almost optional, you’re just watching them eat each other out on the office couch while one of them makes eye contact with you and lazily orders you to stroke yourself slower, slower, stop, start again, like she’s flipping switches on a weapon system. Group scenes get noisy in a good way, everyone talking over each other, one woman telling you to go faster while another is holding your hips and deliberately keeping you shallow, and somewhere a toy is buzzing against someone’s clit, and you honestly lose track of where your own body ends and theirs begins. I launched it on my old laptop in Chrome with two other tabs open and the thing was lagging slightly on text advance, which somehow made a certain edging scene even more cruel, because the dialogue box took half a second to appear while your character is already begging to cum. Completely accidental, but it felt like the game was edging me personally, and I kind of hated that, which means it worked too well. I wanted to talk about something else but I keep thinking about that one scene where your “boss” sits on your face during a so-called briefing and makes you listen to her talk about company logistics while you lick her slowly, like she’s training you to link bureaucracy and pussy forever in your brain. It’s fucked up. I liked it. I probably shouldn’t.

Victor runs this filthy little tavern where the beer is basically background noise and the real menu is the girls. It all looks pretty normal on the surface at first, like any fantasy inn in those generic RPGs, wooden tables, drunk idiots, that kind of thing. Then you start poking around the back rooms, into the “training” areas, and suddenly it’s less about ale and more about how far you can push some poor blonde barmaid who thought she was just here to serve drinks. You’re not babysitting them or slowly teasing them over a hundred days, you’re just taking control and testing how much humiliation they can swallow before they break and start enjoying it. One minute you’re deciding prices for a special “service”, next minute you’ve got a shy girl on her knees under a table while a noble tries to pretend he’s still classy. It’s very honest filth. No fake romance padding, no “oh no I’m innocent” for ten hours, they start cracking fast, and that’s kind of the hook.

What I liked is how your choices feel petty and cruel in a small, believable way. Like, you’re not some god of the world, you’re just a bastard with a tavern key and too much free time. You decide if that blonde barmaid gets the cute outfit or the one that shows basically everything, and the game quietly tracks how ashamed she is when you send her out like that. You can drag her into the storeroom to “explain” what special attention rich customers expect, and it’s not some fade to black, you get clear CG of her biting her lip, eyes wet, still trying to keep dignity while you grab her by the hair and make her practice. There’s this one scene where you tell her to entertain a full table alone, no help, and every time she comes back to you she looks a little more broken, makeup smudged, clothes slipping, but also a bit more obedient. The art sells that so well that I actually paused a couple times, not because it was too much, more because it was exactly the right amount of mean. Then of course I sent her back anyway. I’m not proud. Actually I am.

The funny thing is the tavern management part is almost boring if you look at it from “normal game” eyes, but here it just works as a reason to keep degrading your staff. Money in, money out, upgrade this room so more drunks can watch a girl get used on a stage in front of everyone. You juggle which girl you push harder, who gets more humiliating tasks, who has to kneel next to the bar and service whoever drops enough coins. The fantasy world outside barely matters, it’s all about your little pocket of vice. The domination angle feels very intimate, sometimes almost too close, like when you force a desperate girl to thank you for using her, and the CG catches that exact second her fake smile turns into real, dirty excitement. I kind of hate how much that stuck in my brain. There is one tiny thing that annoyed me: a character kept fixing her hair in every damn scene and I started watching that instead of the actual sex, which is ridiculous, but then again it also made her feel like a real nervous wreck trying to look “presentable” while her throat is already sore. Anyway, this is not a gentle corruption story, it’s more like running your own pervert factory where shame is just another resource you squeeze until there’s nothing left.

Riveroaks looks like one of those nice West Coast towns from Instagram, but this game keeps poking the dirty meat under the skin. You play this broke guy who gets kicked out of home and suddenly finds out his estranged dad is a porn mogul with a new gay studio that needs a handler. Not in the fun BDSM sense. In the “sign contracts and worry about profits while staring at six packs” sense. Half the time you are trying to pretend you are a professional businessman, the other half you are trying not to get a visible boner during casting. The fun part is how casual the world treats sex. Everyone already knows you are Leonard King’s kid. Baristas flirt with you like they want a role, gym bros stretch way too close, and every conversation has this small chance to slide into filth. One second someone is talking about lighting, the next they are describing exactly how they want to be fucked on camera, and the game just goes “yeah this is normal”. As a horror nerd I like when a city feels like it has a pulse, and Riveroaks kind of hums like something alive and wet. Every location feels like a different fetish altar. The arcade with sticky neon, the gym with its sweaty muscle cult, the cute café where the “nice guy” director talks about art and then asks if you are comfortable filming a three-way with a choke scene. None of this is subtle. Sometimes it is hilarious and awkward and horny at the same time, like when you are reviewing test footage and realize the actor is staring straight into the camera, dirty talking you of all people, and the dialogue actually acknowledges your flustered silence instead of pretending you are a blank self insert.

What surprised me is how much the management part and the romance keep stepping on each other’s toes. You choose what kind of scenes to produce, who to cast together, what kinks to push, and later you have to sit with the people you just turned into “content” and maybe flirt with them, or listen when they tell you about their trauma, or both. There is this one moment where you schedule a shoot with a cocky twink and a quiet older guy, thinking “ok, this will sell, simple power play vibe”, and by the time you watch the preview cut you realize they actually clicked emotionally in between all the deepthroating. Then the game asks you, softly but not really gently, if you want to push them harder next time for profit or let them have a slower, sweeter scene. Of course I picked the darker option because I am weak and also curious. The aftermath hit harder than I expected, but then the next scene is just a stupidly funny argument in a bistro over whose ass looks better on camera, so your feelings never get to settle. It is messy, like real life, only with a lot more cum. The main character is weirdly relatable too. Not some porn god, just this slightly lost young dude who keeps flipping between horny, bitter, and accidentally caring. One route has you teasing a muscular cameraman in the locker room, trading nasty jokes until he corners you in the shower and asks if you are just playing or if you want him to ruin you for real. Another has you sharing late night drinks with an actor who looks like he walked out of a yaoi doujin, talking about family while his hand sits a little too high on your thigh. The sex scenes commit. They use the dirty words, they linger on bodies, they let you taste that feeling of being looked at like fresh meat. Sometimes the pacing goes weird and you jump from intense emotional build up to “ok, we are sucking dick now” with almost no breath, but honestly that clumsy cut has its own charm. Porn is rarely tidy. In my head I almost read Riveroaks like a cult story, only the cult is gay porn, and instead of summoning Cthulhu you are summoning audience engagement with horny thumbnails. There is something quietly corrupting about how normal it feels after a while to treat desire as a spreadsheet thing. And then a cute guy smiles at you from across the studio, half naked, and you stop caring where exactly your soul went.

Right now, you’re stepping onto a warm sandy shore alongside four breathtaking ladies. The girls lounge comfortably, exchanging playful whispers as they bask under the bright sun. However, your job is far from simple – you have to keep these lovely ladies safe from big, fast balls flying dangerously close.

Get ready to dive into a unique take on arcanoid, bouncing those balls back before they hit their mark. The pressure’s on to keep those balls from striking the four gorgeous women chilling beneath you.

Each moment you prevent a strike lets the women sink deeper into pleasure and mischief. When they feel completely alone and secure, your careful protection pays off – they start peeling off every layer, bikini included.

Beyond the gameplay lies a reward: seductive moments where each girl exposes her enticing curves. Experience the rush of protecting these women while anticipation builds, making every successful bounce even sweeter.

Pick up your controls and prepare to shield these alluring ladies from a relentless assault of bouncing balls. Stay sharp, because the longer you protect them, the more uninhibited their pleasures will get.

Jump into this intense blend of retro gameplay and erotic adventure, where saving the day leads to tantalizing rewards. Can you handle the pressure and enjoy the payoff as these gorgeous women shed their inhibitions?