Welcome to "Over the Moon".
A lot has happened over the past 2 years, picking up from where 'A Moment of Bliss' ended. Welcome to the future, where memories can be transferred to Androids. You can now use VARGs, Virtual Augmented Reality Glasses, a new way to interact without leaving home. Your daughter Moon is a music star in the making, and her business manager wants you to write some songs for Moon for the television show "Madds Medusa." Here's the thing: your daughter hates your guts, and you need to spend a week with her.
How will things go?
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Blueberry Academy feels like somebody mashed a horny visual novel with one of those “elite private school with dark secrets” anime, then said fuck it and cranked the perv dial instead of the mystery. You arrive as the new guy in this super fancy academy in the middle of the forest, all rules and uniforms and fake polite smiles, and five minutes later you’re already thinking more about panties than grades. The whole place is like a fetish playground pretending to be a serious institution. Long corridors, empty classrooms, showers with fogged glass that doesn’t really hide shit, that kind of thing. As a GIF hoarder I went in hunting for clean loops and honestly the animated scenes paid off fast. The dev is clearly proud of their thrust cycles. There’s this one stairwell scene where you’re “helping” a classmate with a punishment and the rhythm is perfect for cropping. Spent more time in ScreenToGif than I want to admit.

The main fun is how the game keeps pushing you toward being seen. Not just private sex in a locked room, but stuff like a club president telling you to “prove your obedience” with the classroom door half open, or a shy honor student agreeing to wear a plug under her skirt during a school ceremony. You get dialogue choices, but it’s not one of those massive stat micromanagement things. More like: are you going to be a teasing bastard, a soft dom, or just a walking hard-on with zero shame. The exhibition stuff hits hard when you’re in places that should be boring, like the library. One moment you’re pretending to study, next moment a girl is on your lap, panties around one ankle, trying not to moan while people walk past the shelves. I grabbed that scene, looped the little hip shiver she does when you push deeper, and yeah, that’s staying in my “Academy” folder.

Twins show up and the game just stops pretending it’s classy. They’re not carbon copy personalities at least. One is all fake innocence, the other leans straight into the dirty talk, and the way they play off each other around you feels very “I shouldn’t be watching this” in the best way. There’s a bit where they corner you in a storage room that’s basically a crash course in toys and trust issues. Gag, cuffs, little riding crop, one of them on your face and the other grinding on your cock, taking turns, occasionally looking at the door like someone might come in. That sense of “shit, if a teacher walks in right now” really sells the exhibition vibe. Anal and vaginal both get equal love, no weird half-assed fadeouts. Sometimes it goes a bit too quick from soft handholding to “choking and ass play in the music room” with like two choices in between, but I guess subtlety died in the forest with the old school rules. Sound is underrated here too. Not some high budget thing, but the panting, the little gasps when a toy goes in, chairs quietly creaking during desk sex, that stuff made my clips so much hotter. I do wish there was one longer scene in the gym showers with echo-y moans and water noises, but that’s probably never happening and I’ll be annoyed about it forever.

Admiral, war hero, supposed grown-up in the room… and your whole ship still feels like a horny pressure cooker with guns strapped on. This game throws you straight into that weird mix of “galactic politics” and “I really want to see what’s under that uniform” without even pretending it’s subtle. You’re on this sleek Republic flagship, acting all important, going to meet some alien power that might help stop a long bloody war. Meanwhile the crew keeps looking at you like you’re not just their commander, you’re also the main course. And honestly, half of them talk like they’d rather jump on your face than discuss battle plans. It feels like a porn parody of Mass Effect if someone ripped out the filter and didn’t bother with polite wording.

The teasing is constant and kind of cruel in a good way. You’re in the briefing room talking about destroyed colonies and then suddenly your first officer leans in too close, touches your arm, smiles in that “I know you’re staring at my mouth” way. Camera hangs on her lips a bit too long, she licks them just once, then goes back to mission report like nothing happened. Another time you’re walking through engineering, alarms going off, everyone pretending to be busy, and one of the techs basically bends over just to see if you’ll look. Of course you look. Of course the game knows you did. They use your choices to crank up the tension so the first time you finally get your mouth on someone it actually feels earned, not like a random click-to-fuck scene. Oral stuff here is shot like its own power fantasy. There’s this one moment in the captain’s quarters where you drop all the admiral big talk and just kneel for an alien girl with soft glowing skin and weird subtle markings around her thighs. She wraps her legs around your head while the stars drift past the window and whispers about how humans taste different. I laughed, then I shut up very fast.

Romance in this thing is messy as hell. It pretends to care about feelings, then throws you into routes where you’re half negotiating peace treaties, half trying not to moan in a diplomatic shuttle. Some scenes really hit though. There’s a quiet one in the observation deck, just you and a crew member you’ve actually been nice to, sitting with a drink while she talks about losing people in the first years of the war. She leans her head on your shoulder, not even sexy at first, and you think “ok, emotional moment.” Two dialog choices later she’s on your lap, your hand under her shirt, and the game is like “yeah, trauma and comfort sex, that’s a thing.” It actually feels believable in a broken way. And accessibility wise, it’s messy. Text size is mostly okay but some UI buttons are small as fuck and if you got weaker eyesight or use a screen magnifier, you’ll swear at it. There’s no proper captioning for some sound cues, tooltips vanish too fast, and keyboard navigation is only half-usable. I keep tabbing through menus like a maniac because the focus highlight is barely visible on certain backgrounds. But anyway. One second you’re complaining at your monitor because you can’t read some pale blue text on a neon sci-fi panel, next second an alien diplomat with four delicate little tendrils around her jaw tells you “humans show trust with their mouths, yes?” and suddenly you’re on your knees again proving humanity’s commitment to peace in a very wet, very enthusiastic way. The game knows exactly what it’s doing, even when it pretends it doesn’t.

"SexOlympics" tells the story of a guy who arrives in a new city after being accepted into university, who, due to various problems, ends up involved in a somewhat unusual camp with only one goal: to prove they are the best fraternity.​

The whole thing kicks off on a pretty sour note: dad dies, main guy shrugs, skips funeral like it’s a boring office meeting, and then reality just kind of explodes in his face when this weirdly hot stranger shows up at his door. He’s supposed to be a professional mage killer, all cold and efficient, allergic to emotions, allergic to magic, all that. Except, surprise, turns out he’s got magic in his own blood too, buried there like a bad family secret. The game leans hard into that contradiction, and honestly that’s where the fun starts. You go from “I hate sorcerers, they ruined my life” to “actually I can throw fire, bend people’s bodies with spells, and also fuck half the magical underworld if I feel like it.” And the story isn’t shy about that part. You’re not just clicking through tame flirting. It goes from snarky banter to “face on the wall, ass out, dripping on the floor” pretty fast once you pick the right dialog options. I got one scene where this elegant mage bitch that was insulting me five minutes ago ended up on her knees, mascara running, gagging on my cock while I held her hair. It felt earned too, like I pushed the right emotional buttons first, not just “press A to blowjob.”

The game uses that whole fantasy setting as an excuse to sexualize literally everything. Magic circles, cursed artifacts, spell training, it always curves back to sex. You learn a restraint spell, suddenly you’re pinning a witch against a bookshelf with invisible bindings, thighs shaking, her trying to act like she’s not enjoying getting pounded senseless. You practice “healing” and it becomes “I need body contact, clothes off, this is totally necessary, trust the process.” It’s pervy as hell, but they at least pretend it’s part of the lore, which made me laugh. Also, the romance angle is weird in a good way. You can actually act like a cold bastard, push people away, then later double back and use that history to turn a fight into angry sex. That kind of thing sticks with you more than a generic “choose the heart icon to be nice.” Sometimes the pacing is a mess, like you’ll have this tense conversation about your father and bloodlines and trauma, and then boom, next click, tits out, tongue in places. That whiplash can be hot, but also sometimes I was like “wait, what? We were just talking about grief, now I’m knuckle-deep in a sorceress while she moans something about destiny.” Still, when it hits, it hits hard.

What I really liked as a roguelike nerd is that there’s that instinct to poke at branches and see where shit breaks. The choices stack in funny ways. Say you humiliate a powerful mage early on, spare her life but wreck her pride, then later she reappears with this needy, spiteful energy, half wanting to kill you, half wanting you to rail her against a ritual altar. Another run, you treat her gently, and she slowly opens up, kisses soft, clings to your shirt, rides you like she’s scared you’ll vanish. Same character, same body, completely different vibe, different dirty talk, different positions even. I replayed a scene just to check if one line of dialog would change the way she begged, and it did, slightly. Stuff like that feels like scratching the same itch as rolling a new build in a roguelike: “what if I spec full asshole this time?” The game can be clumsy as fuck sometimes, like a few transitions feel like they skipped two pages, but I kind of like that roughness. It’s horny, messy fantasy with magic, parody bits that poke at other hentai stuff, and enough branching that I caught myself thinking “one more path, then I stop” and then not stopping at all.

IRYS feels like someone took a glossy corporate training sim, filled it with guilt, wet dreams, and political rot, then forgot to put a safety filter on top. You play this guy in a giant tech corp in a sci‑fi city that looks clean and rich on the surface, while everything behind it smells like crime and secret labs. The whole thing is built like a visual novel, slow burn, dialog heavy, but every click keeps hinting that something is seriously off with both the company and your own head. One moment you’re doing office small talk about quarterly targets, the next moment you’re staring at a coworker’s tits, half hard, while some strange memory glitch makes you feel guilty for something you don’t even remember doing. The game loves that feeling where you’re turned on and uneasy at the same time. It keeps your dick in one hand and your paranoia in the other.

The women here are classic corporate fantasy dialed to 11. Tight skirts, shirts barely able to close over big tits, stockings you notice even in story scenes where you really should be listening to an important illegal project briefing instead of thinking “how would her thighs feel on my face.” There is romance if you want to call it that, but it is not sweet. It is practical, dirty, sometimes manipulative. You fuck your way through office corridors, hotel rooms, and cold, sterile labs where the only warm thing is someone grinding on you. Vaginal sex scenes are long and detailed, with animated loops that focus hard on penetration, rhythm, and facial expressions. Sometimes the animation hits perfectly smooth, sometimes it stutters just enough to remind you this is still a Unity VN, but when you’re watching her hips slam down on you while she moans your name and the city glows outside the window, it honestly does not matter. My only stupid complaint is that sometimes the text box covers the exact part of her body I’m focusing on, and I keep clicking backlog like an idiot, but yeah, I never fix the UI in the options and then I forget again.

What sells the game is how the corruption and criminal side doesn’t feel separate from the sex. It is all tangled together. Promotions are tied to “special meetings” that feel more like interrogation mixed with seduction. You sign NDAs while trying not to stare at cleavage. You accept a shady project because a woman you just fucked looks at you with this mix of trust and fear, and your dick has already voted yes before your brain finishes reading the consequences. The sci‑fi stuff is not just neon lights and tech buzzwords. Mind tricks, memory problems, weird psychological conditioning, those things slip into the romance. Sometimes you catch yourself wondering if this girl really wants you or if someone somewhere tuned her brain like a software patch. Sometimes you wonder the same about your own lust. In one scene you wake up from a dream of rough sex that feels too real, like you actually came inside someone during a hidden experiment, and then you go to the office kitchen and meet her, and she gives you this tiny look like she remembers too. The game never fully explains every little thing, it just keeps that pressure. It is horny, guilty, political, and yes, occasionally clunky, but that awkward mix almost fits the story. Nothing here is fully clean, not the city, not the company, not your relationships, and definitely not your browser history after playing it.

This thing plays out like somebody took a cheesy romance drama, spliced it with a porn hub search history, then forgot to add choices. You’re stuck as this guy who is so stupidly devoted to “love” that he keeps slipping into situations where every woman around him somehow ends up half naked, acting like that’s totally normal. It’s a kinetic novel, so you’re not really making decisions, you’re just along for the ride, watching scene after scene of slow burn teasing that pretends to be emotional depth, then suddenly turns into “hey, my mouth is on you now, I guess this is happening.” And it kind of works. The pacing is weird, sometimes too slow, sometimes jumps straight from shy glance to his cock down her throat, but that awkwardness actually feels more real than a lot of polished stuff. I liked that, then I hated it, and then I liked it again five minutes later.

The voyeur angle hits early and never really leaves. You get these moments where he’s “accidentally” watching someone in the shower, or catching her touching herself in the bedroom with the door almost closed but not really, and at first he tries to act shocked, like some innocent dude. Then slowly he just leans into it, hiding in the shadows, watching breasts bounce as she rides a pillow, or seeing her fingers disappear into herself while she whispers his name like she’s afraid of her own voice. You’re not clicking choices, you just see his thoughts spiral from guilt to pure hunger. There is a scene where he’s watching one of the girls suck on a popsicle and the camera stays on her lips way too long, and nothing “sexual” is really happening, but it’s ten times filthier than the actual blowjob a bit later. Though, that blowjob is pretty intense too, with spit running down, her gagging a little, eyes watering, then smiling through it like she’s proud. The transition from oral to sliding her onto his lap is smooth and messy at the same time, and when he pushes deep and fills her, the creampie is shown in that raw “fuck, that’s inside me” way, not just a white splash and fade to black. Still, the game kinda overdoes the big tits and big ass angle. Every woman looks like she escaped from a boob expansion subreddit, which is hot, yeah, but at some point I started wondering if anybody in this universe has a normal back that doesn’t hurt.

What’s funny is how it pretends to be about love, while the guy is collecting women like it’s a harem speedrun on Steam forums. He keeps saying he’ll do anything for love, then five minutes later he’s balls deep in someone else, promising her she’s “special” while thinking about the next girl that might “accidentally” walk in. The 3D-style models are polished enough for the porn shots, especially when you get those close-ups of his cock sliding in and out, lips wrapping around the shaft, or her tongue running from his balls to the tip, but sometimes the emotional scenes feel stiff, like everyone is stuck between two poses. There’s this masturbation part where the girl is on her bed with her phone in one hand, scrolling through messages from him, while her other hand is under her panties. You don’t see everything at first, just her legs tensing, her breath picking up, the phone screen lighting her face while she bites her lip. Then the angle shifts, and suddenly there is full view: fingers slipping in, juices on her thighs, her clit getting this quick desperate attention as she whispers his name. It’s honestly one of the best scenes, and also kind of ridiculous because the background music sounds like generic royalty-free stuff you’d hear in a random YouTube vlog. That mismatch made me laugh, then somehow made the scene feel more intimate, like you walked into someone’s private cam session they didn’t plan to share. Half the time the story pretends to be serious, half the time it feels like a horny fanfic with a budget, but the dirty talk, the little gasps, the way her voice cracks when he finally pushes all the way in and stays there while she tightens around him, those bits hit way harder than they have any right to. Honestly, I kept meaning to stop after “just one more scene” and then suddenly there were three creampies, a very illegal amount of teasing, and a dude who absolutely is not handling “love” in a healthy way, and somehow that was exactly what I wanted from it.

Guy comes back to his hometown thinking he will just fix up his dead dad’s old bar, act like a serious businessman, bla bla, “future, goals, life”, all that crap. Then Christmas hits, snow outside, lights everywhere, and suddenly he is stuck in a warm house with three very different women who all act like they just accidentally forgot what personal space means. It feels like one of those “I’m just staying here for a while” situations that slowly turns into “why is everybody walking around in tiny shorts and no bra, this is not normal, right?” The whole thing has that lazy holiday vibe where time feels slower, he’s supposed to work on plans and numbers, but he just keeps ending up on the couch with a MILF in a tight sweater leaning way too close, her tits almost falling out while she pretends to talk about decorations. There is one scene where she bends over to pick up a box and the camera just hugs her ass. You know exactly what the dev wants from you there.

The Christmas thing is not just wallpaper. There is a sexy Santa outfit that honestly should be illegal. Red fabric barely holding together, stockings, heels, that stupid little hat. She sits on his lap “as a joke” and you get the POV shot where her hips slowly grind on him while she laughs in his ear like it’s nothing. You can feel him trying to keep it together, you can see the moment he just gives up and grabs her by the waist, fingers digging into her soft skin, that first clumsy grope that turns into full-on grinding, her moaning through a smile with those over the top ahegao faces that somehow still work here. The game loves teasing. You get so many close calls: hand sliding up a thigh, lips brushing, tongue only touching for a second before she pulls back with that “not yet” look. It pisses you off and turns you on at the same time. There is this virgin energy on the guy, like he thinks he can stay polite, but then he ends up with his hand inside a warm, wet pussy under a blanket while a Christmas movie plays in the background. That moment when she bites his shoulder to keep quiet during a handjob, and you suddenly forget there was even a holiday plot.

What surprised me, it is actually pretty funny sometimes. The humour is dumb, horny, perfect for this kind of story. There’s a scene where he walks in at the worst moment, catches one of them half naked in front of a mirror, playing with her own tits, checking how they bounce. Instead of freaking out, she just stares at him in the reflection, slowly keeps going, and you get that voyeur vibe while she shy-smiles and whispers “you like that, don’t lie.” From there it’s all messy Christmas sins: sloppy oral with strings of spit shining in the Christmas lights, noisy mouthfuls, her looking up with wet lips; his cock buried deep, her back arched on the bed, snow glowing bluish from the window while he pushes in harder and she loses it, eyes rolled back. There is anal too, of course, the kind where she acts like she can’t take it and then suddenly she is begging for more. Creampie shots that stay on screen a bit too long, like the dev is proud of the animation. Some choices actually matter for the romance side, but I kept forgetting to care because I was too busy watching a MILF ride him in a Santa hat, cheeks slapping, her laughing and moaning at the same time. It is horny, kinda sweet, kinda dumb, and weirdly cozy, like porn wrapped in tinsel.

Well, this game that you are just about to play right now is not actually a game. It is more like karaoke style music clip. But yes, it has penis in it! This clip is made to promote Rodney Carrington's album (if you will like it is possible to actually get the album from the begin menu of this game) and uses song"Dear penis" from it and some hilarious animations from Chris Dill. As it was said - you can sing together with Rodney if you will be in the mood to sing songs about penises. The song is about a boy who has few words because of his dear manhood. And not all of them good - looks like for all these years our boy has also few reasons to... dislike his own penis! But as you will see afterward in the clip his penis has few interesting questions due to his master in return... For more hilarious and sexy jokes you can always check our website.