You wake up in this “clinic” that looks less like a hospital and more like some rich asshole’s idea of rehab, and right away you feel something’s off. They keep calling you “patient” and acting like you volunteered, but the main guy literally says your sponsor signed you in because you “couldn’t handle yourself.” Which is bullshit, by the way. First thing that hits you is how quiet everything is. No TV in your room, no phone, no Discord, nothing, just white walls and a schedule you never asked for. Then she walks in: your counselor. Fake warm smile, soft voice, tight blouse, older than you but not old, definitely knows how her body looks when she leans over the desk. She talks like she cares about your “recovery,” but every question feels like she already decided the answer and just waits for you to say it wrong so she can “correct” you. You think it’s just another boring VN at first, like yeah yeah, talk about your problems, pick the good little boy dialogue. Then she slides this “reflection form” over, with options that are basically “admit you’re broken” or “prove you need more treatment,” and you realize the game’s not letting you be neutral. Everything you say gets twisted. You tell her you’re fine and she smiles, writes something on her tablet, and boom: next session your clothing options in the wardrobe suddenly changed.

That wardrobe thing pissed me off more than it should. First day you’ve got your normal clothes: hoodie, jeans, basic stuff. Then after she “adjusts your therapy plan,” the casual wear menu has these softer tops, smaller sizes, things that look like they’d cling in the wrong places. And the game doesn’t scream “HEY LOOK YOU’RE CHANGING,” it just quietly replaces the old shit. You only notice because you try to put on the hoodie again and it’s just gone. I spent way too long clicking around that stupid closet, expecting it to pop back up if I backed out, like it was a bug, but no, this is on purpose. Same thing with the “mindfulness exercises.” At the start it’s boring breathing stuff, then suddenly the audio script has you “imagining your body becoming smoother, lighter, softer” like it’s some harmless relaxation tape. After you listen a couple times, your reflection in the bathroom mirror looks a tiny bit different, but nobody comments, not even the MC, which somehow makes it creepier. And the counselor acts like all this is perfectly normal. She starts calling you by these pet names, praises you when you pick the submissive options, and when you push back she doesn’t punish you directly, she just “recommends additional medication.” You wake up after “group therapy” and your voice lines read a little more shy, more unsure, like the game itself is rewriting how you talk. The older women in charge clearly enjoy watching you squirm, especially when they walk you through “behavioural practice” that is just code for them making you perform in front of them, and you can tell the whole place is basically one big machine meant to take a messed up dude and turn him into exactly what they want. The wild part is you start catching yourself choosing the more humiliating answers on purpose, just to see how far they’ll push you, then pretending you hate it, while still clicking “continue” like an idiot.

Tali is absolutely not the shy little quarian tech nerd people remember from the original games. Here she’s more like the center of a very rude quiz show where every question is “How far are you willing to go this time?” and the answer keeps getting filthier. The story picks up after she escapes this messed up ghost ship, and instead of going back to anything safe, she ends up bouncing around space with a bunch of “friends” who have very specific ideas about what to do with her suit, her body, and her obedience. One moment you’re in a legit combat scene, trying to manage shields and positioning, and the next moment losing a fight means Tali is on her knees, visor fogged, being used like a trophy by whatever monster just wrecked you. And yeah, the camera really loves her ass. Whoever built those shots deserves an award. Maybe “Excessive Focus On Tali’s Butt” gold medal.

The game kind of feels like a horny Mass Effect quiz where every choice is secretly: a) blowjob, b) anal, c) corruption, d) all of the above. You run around in this sandbox structure, poke different parts of the ship or station, and suddenly you’re in some awkward scene with Liara teasing her while EDI throws dry comments in the background like she’s hosting a porn podcast. One of my favorite dumb moments: I was half-tabbing out to check Discord, left a teasing scene running with Tali “practicing” oral on some alien cock, came back and she had switched positions and was riding instead because I let the idle animation chain continue. No tooltip, no pop up, just “you ignored the scene, now she’s even more corrupted, congrats.” It’s janky in spots, the animations sometimes loop too obviously, and Kasumi just kind of appears, steals the spotlight with a handjob scene, then vanishes again like a horny ninja. Never explained properly, and the game just shrugs and moves on.

What’s nice is how it leans fully into parody without being shy about anything. Miranda’s big tits are used exactly how you think, Ashley is still an uptight soldier but now her idea of discipline is getting Tali to “follow orders” with vaginal and anal rewards, and somewhere in the middle Shepard is there, but half of the time feels like a side character in his own porn. The corruption aspect creeps up on you in a stupidly fun way: early Tali is awkward, blushing, touching herself alone in a quiet room, just masturbation and a bit of teasing. A few bad fights lost, some “training” with Shiala and Samara, one very wrong encounter with a slime-like monster, and suddenly she’s the one grabbing cocks first, begging for more, suit open in places you’re pretty sure are not Alliance regulation. It’s dirty, it’s uneven, it repeats a couple of angles too much, and the UI sometimes hides a choice you swear should be there. But when she bends over in zero-g and the whole scene turns into this slow, weightless anal fuck with her gasping inside the helmet, you kind of forget what you were annoyed about. Or what you were doing before the scene started. Or why Jira is still open in another tab.

Three words first: horny, awkward, fun.

The game feels like someone mashed together a dating sim, a quarantine sharehouse and those trashy hentai manhwas you read on the toilet, then said “ok, now make it about pickup lines and see how long the guy can pretend he’s faithful.” You play this dude stuck with a bunch of hot girls who all know exactly what they’re doing with their bodies, while he’s trying so hard to act like some “good boyfriend” scientist, like he’s doing research on female pleasure instead of just staring at their tits. The whole thing is basically one long speed-dating session where you never leave the table, except the table has a big ass milf leaning over it and a bratty school girl pressing her thigh against your leg while she laughs at your shitty flirty lines. The pickup system is where it’s funniest and most frustrating. Sometimes one dumb line like “your laugh is cute” suddenly turns into her grabbing your wrist, placing your hand on her thigh and whispering in your ear while you’re hard and sweating. Other times you try to be smooth, stack teasing options, and she just looks at you like you’re a pervert who can’t even spell “consent”, then still ends up jerking you off five clicks later after some fake moral struggle. It reminds me of using Tinder then accidentally opening Hinge on horny mode.

There’s a lot of sandbox wandering where you’re just checking rooms, poking your nose where it doesn’t belong, “observing” them like some half-assed psychologist. You talk about relationships, then suddenly her cleavage is right in your face, animated and jiggly, and the voice acting goes from casual to this breathy “do you like that?” that sounds way too real for a mobile game. One moment you’re in a school-ish setting, pretending to learn how to “communicate better with women”, next moment she’s on her knees, drool on your shaft, giving this sloppy oral that makes you forget which dialogue choice even got you here. There’s titfucks that feel like a reward for picking the more playful options, and if you push a bit further and pick the more dominant answers, some scenes flip on you and the girl starts controlling everything, pinning you down, hand around your dick, strokes just slow enough to drive you insane while she talks about her boyfriend like you’re just a practice toy. The anal and more rough stuff doesn’t explode in your face right away, it creeps in through dirty jokes and “accidental” touches, and when it finally happens the game kind of shrugs like “yeah, you knew this was coming.” Speaking of coming, masturbation scenes feel personal, like when you fail a pickup line and the MC ends alone, jerking off on his phone while remembering how her ass looked pressed against his crotch earlier, with her voice echoing in his head. That part hit a bit too close to my Pornhub history, not gonna lie. There are a few moments where the pacing dies, you’re stuck clicking through teasing without payoff, like you’re in an endless edging loop designed by a sadist, and there’s one notification sound that kept popping up on my phone and I hated it, never turned it off, no idea why. Still, when a milf with big tits, soft voice and that smug “I know you’re hard” grin orders you to sit, unzip and let her “teach” you how to please a woman with your hands while she rides your fingers and strokes you at the same time, all that slow grind suddenly makes sense, then stops making sense again right after you cum and start overthinking your next line.

You wake up in this other world and the first thing that happens is a small-time goddess practically trips over herself calling you “great warrior” with the same confidence I lie on my resume. She looks like she should be handling prayers about lost socks, not shaping reality, and yet suddenly she’s glued to you, asking for advice about fate, morality, and whether it’s okay to dress like that in public temples. The game kind of throws you in the middle of this mess and just trusts your horny little brain to steer both your own destiny and hers. Which is a terrible idea, obviously, so it works perfectly. You’re not just clicking through pretty pictures; you’re playing therapist, corruptor, fake hero, and occasionally actual hero when you accidentally pick the “good” option while trying to get into someone’s pants. The goddess herself swings between sweet, unsure, “please notice me” cutie and dangerously hot demoness who looks like she’d burn a village for fun, then ask you if you liked the show. And yes, you can push her one way or the other. Slowly. Intimately. With dialogue choices that start out harmless and then go straight into “oh, guess I’m the bad influence now.”

The harem part doesn’t politely knock on the door, it just barges in. You go from confused outsider to the center of attention so fast it feels like you signed up for Tinder Gold by accident. Every woman you meet has an angle: the devoted priestess who clearly has a crush on the goddess but somehow ends up half undressed in front of you, the battle-hardened milf who talks like she’s here to train you for war and then lets your “training” slide into her bedroom, the noble lady who hides her filth behind manners that last about two dialogue boxes. It’s not just “collect them all” either; your choices mean some of them see you as a shining champion, others see you as the walking red flag they still want to fuck. That shift is honestly the best part. One scene she’s calling you “sir” with wide innocent eyes, ten minutes later she’s riding you like you’re the last relic of her faith, moaning about how the goddess is watching. Or not watching. Hard to say, she might be in the next room pretending she doesn’t hear anything. Unless you turned her into a jealous demoness already and now she wants to join.

The writing has that slightly chaotic energy where one line is heartfelt and the next line is horny enough to get you banned from Instagram. Sometimes you get these surprisingly heavy moments, like the goddess asking if she’s just your toy or if you actually care, and you’re sitting there half-hard trying to decide between “comfort her” or “ruin her.” Then in the middle of that, the game suddenly throws in a random side girl showing up with a quest that somehow ends with you pressed against a wall, hand between her thighs while she whispers that she’ll worship you instead of any god. There were a couple of spots where the pacing feels weird, like a serious moral choice right after a scene where you had someone bent over an altar, but honestly it fits the vibe. It’s messy, horny, and strangely sincere. The fantasy world itself does enough to feel alive without wasting your time on long boring lore dumps; you’re here to ruin divine reputations, not read a wiki. Sometimes the UI annoyed me for no real reason and I still kept clicking, which probably says a lot about my priorities. On my phone, playing in Chrome while pretending to check WhatsApp, I kept telling myself “just one more scene” and instead ended up changing the goddess from clumsy sweetheart into something that would absolutely get me excommunicated in real life. Anyway, there was this one temple scene with candles, her in half-corrupted form, and three different ways to twist it into something beautiful or fucked up and halfway through describing it I’m realizing I forgot what my original point was. Whatever. You’ll figure it out.

Garth is that kind of idiot hero I secretly like. He swings a sword like it’s his first day holding anything sharp, gets distracted by every pair of tits bigger than his helmet, and somehow still ends up being the “chosen one” who has to punch a Lich King in the face. The game throws you into Gronia and just kinda shrugs like: “Yeah, figure it out.” No hand holding, no “go here, do that” on a perfect path. You wander, get lost, hit a random cave thinking it’s a shortcut, and suddenly you’re watching a milf mage push her boobs together around the MC’s cock while making those stupid ahegao faces that somehow work here. One moment you’re picking a turn in combat like a normal RPG, next moment you’re choosing whether to dump a load in her pussy or paint her stomach because your weak willpower stat got bullied by cleavage.

The funny thing is, the whole thing feels a bit janky and that actually helps. Combat is turn based, sure, but the real fight is you trying not to click “romance” every single time instead of “attack.” I spent way too long grinding goblins just to afford some dumb enchanted necklace to impress a barmaid with huge tits, just so I could unlock a scene where she rides Garth so hard the bed squeaks in the text. And yeah, that creampie is described in detail, like “warmth spilling out” and all that, the whole erotic novel treatment. Then right after that, the game just throws a stupid joke about sticky sheets at you like it’s nothing. The humor is actually good, not that forced Reddit stuff. Sometimes the timing is off and a serious moment gets undercut by a horny gag, but honestly, in a world where your main plot is “kill the Lich King while fucking half the population,” it fits. Also, tiny rant: the map icon in the top corner is ugly as hell, and I kept clicking it by accident when I just wanted to skip text, and now I hate that thing with passion and I’m not over it.

The slow-burn romance bits surprised me the most. There’s this older healer woman in one village, proper milf energy, and you don’t just get her naked in two lines. You help with some boring chores, small quests, listen to her talk about the past. At first I was annoyed, like “okay lady, shut up and bend over the table,” but then when the scene finally hits, it hits. She pulls Garth into her room, drops the robe, huge soft breasts bouncing, gets on her knees and gives him a titfuck while whispering how she hasn’t felt a young cock in years. That build-up made the creampie inside her feel earned, not just a random porn gif. And because of the sandbox style, you can totally miss stuff or screw a dialogue choice and lock yourself out of an ending. I stumbled into one “bad” route where the girl I was chasing ended up with somebody else, and the game just went “yeah, tough luck, try another path” instead of rewinding. Pissed me off, but in a good way, like a VN that respects you enough not to babysit. My advice if you jump in: don’t rush from sex scene to sex scene like it’s Pornhub. Wander around, talk to NPCs you’d normally ignore, lose a couple fights in combat just to see what happens, and actually read those flirty lines before you click the option that leads to your dick. That’s when Gronia starts feeling less like a quick wank and more like a horny fantasy world you kinda want to stay in.

Akabur going after the turtle universe again feels weirdly natural, like of course someone was going to turn Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles into a horny breeding season thing and of course it was going to be him. The tone of this game sits in that space where parody and fetish just fuse, so one moment you’re laughing at how dumb a line is and the next you realize you’re actually kind of turned on by April being passed around by four horny mutants who clearly see her more like a shared breeding toy than a news reporter. The story pretends it’s about “chapters” and “seasons” but what it really does is slowly strip April down from being this confident reporter into a slutty pet for the whole sewer. There is this constant teasing vibe where she still has that bright reporter energy, asking questions, trying to maintain her dignity, while the turtles and Splinter treat her “curiosity” as an invitation to stuff every hole. You get the feeling she’s supposed to resist, at least at the start, but the game never hides it: the whole point is to watch her slide into loving the gangbangs, loving being surrounded by thick mutant cock, to the point where having only two inside her at once starts to feel “low effort”.

What I liked, in a twisted way, is how casual the group scenes are handled. This isn’t one “epic” orgy and credits roll, it’s more like: April shows up thinking she’s here to do some interview fluff piece and suddenly she’s on her knees, face shiny, one turtle in her mouth, another squeezing her tits from behind, one rubbing his tip between her cheeks, while Splinter calmly talks about “training” and “discipline” as if this is just martial arts class with extra fluids. The gangbangs are messy, a bit goofy, and sometimes the dialogue is awkward as hell, but somehow that fits the Saturday-morning-cartoon-gone-wrong energy. It almost feels illegal in your brain, like your inner kid who watched TMNT on TV is screaming while your adult self is thinking “yeah ok but seeing April stretched open and leaking after being pumped full by four different mutants at once is actually hot as fuck”. The game leans fully into that corruption fantasy, too. Not only one-on-one scenes, but moments where April is pinned against a sewer wall, legs spread so wide she can’t close them, two cocks inside her, another grinding against her lips, Splinter watching calmly like he’s making sure his sons are breeding her properly. She gets filled, overfilled, dripping down her thighs, then still asked to clean each of them with her tongue. And she does. There’s no big moral lesson, just a slow, filthy slide into April becoming the unofficial mating toy of the whole turtle clan.

Memory hits you like a drunk kiss: messy, off-target, and a little too slow. You wake up in some rich-looking place that obviously isn’t yours, and your brain is basically an empty save slot. No name, no past, nothing. What you do have is a body that works just fine and a house full of women who look like they walked out of the “forbidden” tab in your Pornhub history. They act like they know you. Or like they’re supposed to know you. That weird tension is the best part: everyone fakes normal life, but every glance hangs one second too long, every “accidental” touch lasts a bit more than polite. You’re the only guy in the house, and the game never lets you forget that. Walking through the hallway feels like scrolling a sex playlist. The “mom, but maybe not really mom, calm down, it’s a porn game” type with a ridiculous ass bent over the washing machine, the soft-spoken one sitting on the couch with her tits half-slipping out of her top, the one who pretends she’s not checking you out while you pass behind her. It all looks too clean, too posed, like those 3D porn renders you hide behind boring folder names, and the game leans into that. Every scene is like you just paused a premium video at the best moment and then someone told you, “Ok, now unpause and go touch her.”

What I liked is that the seduction is actually slow when it wants to be, then suddenly horny as fuck. You sit at the table, she passes you a drink, her fingers brush your hand, and the camera kind of lingers on her chest when she leans in. Later you’re in her room, “helping” her find something on the floor, your hand ends up on her hip, then a little lower, and she doesn’t pull away. Next thing you know, her ass is pressed into your crotch and you get that choice: be a fake gentleman or push it. Pick the fun option and the game rewards you with those porn-mag angles: your hand under her shirt, thumb grazing her nipple, that slow squeeze while she pretends to protest but her breathing gives her away. They really like teasing here. Like, there’s a scene where you can just stand in the doorway and watch her shower through the slightly open door. The steam, her fingers between her legs, the water sliding over her huge tits, and you’re there like a creep, jerking off quietly with your phone screen lighting your face like some cursed incognito tab. The game actually sold me on the handjob scene more than on some of the full sex stuff: her on her knees, close-up on her lips while she whispers shit she definitely shouldn’t say to a guy who might be related, her hand wrapped around you, playing with the tip, smearing precum with this lazy, confident movement that says she’s done this before. Oral and anal show up too, obviously, and there’s this one anal moment where she tries to pretend it hurts “too much” while still pushing back on you, and the look on her face is that perfect mix of “you’re too big” and “don’t you dare stop.” There are creampies that land exactly where they should, dripping out in these thick strings, and the romance angle kind of sneaks in, because between all the filthy shit she sometimes looks at you like she actually cares who you are, not just what you can do with your tongue. It’s trashy, it’s horny, it’s a little bit wrong on purpose, and it knows exactly which sick little fantasies live on your phone.

You start as this smug dark side guy who thinks he’s hot shit because he pulled off a Sith ritual and chained Ahsoka’s mind to his. On paper she’s your slave, in practice she still looks at you like she’d cut your balls off if the collar slipped for one second. That’s basically the whole tone of the game: she’s forced, but not broken, and your job is to grind her down day by day, scene by scene, until that stubborn Jedi “justice” crap turns into “please use me, master” while she’s dripping on the floor. It’s not subtle at all. Morning you push her out into the world to earn credits by doing “jobs”, night you drag her back to your quarters and spend those credits to push her one more step into filth. The first time I sent her to work and she came back pissed, trying to keep her arms over her tits while the game quietly shows how many guys groped her, yeah, that got my attention pretty fast.

What I liked is how simple the loop is, but the scenes feel like they’re escalating in a way that makes sense. Early on, she does basic tasks with a lot of attitude, yelling at you, refusing anything that feels too sexual. You try to touch her ass and she slaps your hand away, calls you a monster, all that Jedi talk, and you don’t get shit out of it except a hard dick and a “not enough corruption” note. A few nights later, same scene, but now your hand stays on her ass a bit longer, she still protests but her eyes avoid yours, she breathes faster. Push it again and suddenly she’s letting your fingers slip between her cheeks while she bites her lip and pretends it’s “only because of the spell”. Yeah right. And when you finally make her masturbate for you, she tries to keep her legs closed while your character just keeps ordering her to spread wider. The camera loves those internal view shots when you finally creampie her, showing how deep your cock is buried. It’s dirty in a very focused way: butt stuff, mouth, pussy, hands, toys, repeat, but each time with more submission and less resistance, until she’s doing group sex to farm credits and you barely even have to tell her.

Don’t go in expecting big epic Star Wars story. There is a bit of vibe, some nods to different species and places, but this is not about politics or lore. This is about turning one specific orange alien with big tits and a perfect ass into your personal fuck doll. You get your anal, your oral, sloppy bukkake sessions where she kneels there covered in cum stains across her face and lekku while NPCs laugh, and she still throws in these weak little protests like “this isn’t me” right after she swallows on command. I’m usually pretty vanilla, I like regular sex and maybe some light dom stuff, so the whole prostitution angle and selling her out for group scenes was a bit much for me at first. Then I sent her once “just to see”, watched her come back fucked stupid with jizz leaking out, credits chinking in, and my brain went “ok, I get it now”. If you like being the one in control, telling a proud girl what to do until she finally begs for more cock in every hole at the same time, this thing is basically a corruption simulator with a Star Wars skin and a big focus on Ahsoka’s body getting used, filled and owned. It’s rough, it’s shameless, and it doesn’t pretend to be anything else.

Natsuki really should stop going on vacation. Every time this woman leaves her house, someone ends up buried deep inside her who is not her husband, and honestly, I respect the commitment to bad choices. This time it is supposed to be a fancy hotel date with Yoshihiko, grown up, classy, proper married couple stuff. Champagne, soft music, the kind of evening you post to Instagram with some fake quote about everlasting love, you know? Then they get shuffled into sharing a table with Tatsuki, this rich old gentleman with that polite smile that screams "I have ruined plenty of marriages and slept just fine after." The story just quietly slides from warm romance into that queasy, horny territory where you already know everything is about to go wrong, you just do not know how fast. Half the erotic tension is in the way the game makes you sit through all the little social details: knees brushing under the table, wine being poured a little too slowly, his hand resting a bit too near her thigh. It is not subtle, but in that good trashy drama way. Like watching a cheating wife JAV you know is scripted, but still yelling at the screen, "Girl, you are not coming back from this."

The game hits that sweet, nasty spot where you are not just watching Natsuki get corrupted, you are basically helping gravity pull her panties down. She sits there in her pretty wife uniform, acting polite, blushing when Tatsuki leans in too close, pretending to be shocked when his hand creeps up her leg under the tablecloth. And you get stuck in this loop of small choices, not big cinematic ones. Let her pull away, or let her freeze for a second longer. Let her pretend she did not notice his fingers brushing her inner thigh. Let her excuse herself to the bathroom, where of course the "gentleman" just happens to follow and pin her softly to the wall, whispering about how she tasted that summer, like he is remembering a favorite dessert instead of someone else’s wife. It is cruel in that slow way, where her wedding ring is always right there in the frame while she is getting her mouth stuffed or her legs pushed apart. She gives these little protests, especially at first, all "we cannot, I am married now, I love Yoshi" while her body is already grinding on his cock, her breasts bouncing out of her dress, nipples slipping free. There is one scene at the hotel room door that almost broke me: she tries to go back to her faithful husband, eyes wet, then turns around and walks back down the hall to Tatsuki’s room instead, like her feet just betrayed her. No big speech, no huge drama, just a quiet, horny surrender. Next shot, she is on all fours on his bed, ass up, wedding ring shining while he pumps her full and she moans his name instead of "husband." It is mean. It is hot. It is that kind of story where the second time she cheats feels worse and better at the same time, and you sit there, lonely, clicking through it all on your phone and wondering why fictional people get more intense sex than you ever did.