Guy bails from the safe engineering grind and sneaks into the art class instead, and from that moment the whole thing feels like watching a horny college slice-of-life slowly losing its mind in the best way. You start as this slightly awkward dude who pretends to be normal, but his sketchbook is full of horny ideas he will absolutely end up acting out. The game really loves that feeling when you know you’re doing something you shouldn’t, like hiding porn in your Google Drive and hoping nobody opens the “taxes_final_final2” folder. First scenes are pretty chill: chatting, classes, some teasing, your childhood friend texting you, the usual VN stuff. Then you see how the art stuff becomes excuse for everything. “I need to study anatomy” turns into “let me grope you while I pretend I’m just checking proportions”. Drawing practice turns into handjobs in the empty studio, paint-stained fingers wrapped around your cock. You can be playful or kind of a bastard, and the game actually responds instead of just pretending.

The real fun starts when the game drops the brakes and goes full perv with the cast. You think “ok, classic college girls”, then boom: futa teacher with a smug face pinning you to the desk, her cock pressing against your ass while she criticizes your shitty shading. One route I went too deep into has this femboy model that joins the class, slim body, soft face, skirt way too short. First time you pose him you try to be “professional”, second time you are sucking his dick behind the curtain while the rest of the class paints with headphones on. There is a trap character who looks more girly than half the girls, and there is a whole humiliation-exhibition thread with him that basically turns the art club into your private porn studio. You can push him to pose in only a collar, make him bend over the table, and even have him walk out into the corridor with cum dripping down his thighs while people almost catch him. Oral scenes are everywhere: kneeling in the bathroom, under the desk in the computer room, backstage during an art show with people right outside. Sometimes you control the pace and choke them, sometimes a dom girl just grabs your hair and fucks your mouth until you’re gagging, calls you her “brush holder” like that’s a normal insult. Anal shows up in both directions too: you pounding a shy classmate over a stack of canvases, or that futa teacher deciding you need “corrective training” and pushing in slowly while you grip the edge of the table and pretend you’re still in control. There is BDSM flavor mixed with college vibe: rope marks over pale skin, clothespins on nipples while someone tries to keep quiet in the dorm, the kind of hand around the neck that is almost gentle but not really. The animated bits give the sex scenes a lot of weight, especially the small stuff like balls slapping, subtle hip movement, the way bodies grind together. It looks good enough to be hot, but still a bit rough in places, like weird angles or awkward faces in some loops, and that actually fits the whole “student art” theme. I still hate that one looping moan that sounds like a Telegram notification in the background, it drives me crazy every time and I keep checking my phone for nothing. The game lets you be both the bully and the toy, and switching between male domination and being dragged around by a scary calm girl or a cocky futa makes the routes feel different, even when it reuses locations. Exhibitionism hits hard: half-open doors, windows with people outside, phones recording. At one point I had the MC getting jerked off with paint-covered hands in the middle of the empty classroom while the sunset light hits the glass, and it felt so filthy and kind of beautiful at the same time, like someone mixed porn and an Instagram art reel. Then the same scene replayable later with different choices turned into a cruel humiliation, where he is forced to cum on the floor and lick it up while the dom laughs and snaps pics. It is messy, horny, sometimes clumsy, but it absolutely knows why you are here.

This thing feels like getting locked inside your own lingerie closet with a guy who knows every bra you ever bought and why. The game throws you right into this late winter street, cold air, nasty yellow streetlight, and then he’s just there. Not some shiny anime prince, more like that quiet dude from the back of the bus who suddenly stares straight into you and says your name too softly. As a designer I kept imagining what I’d put on the main character, like a thin white slip with lace cups that really shows the curve of the nipples when she breathes hard, but honestly it almost doesn’t matter, because he’s stripping you in his head from line one. The whole thing is basically him wrapping himself around you with words, like a silk ribbon that looks cute but tightens more every time you try to pull away. He talks like you already belong to him, body, thoughts, all your tiny stupid habits, the way you bite your lip, what color panties you wore that one day you thought no one noticed. It’s creepy as hell and also stupidly hot in that way you don’t want to admit when you close your laptop and pretend you were just “testing” a game.

What I liked a lot, and then hated, and then liked again, is how the story keeps making you second-guess yourself. You pick a choice that feels strong, like “back off, I don’t know you,” and he twists it into proof you’re scared of losing him. Then you pick something gentler and suddenly you’re deep in his little fantasy nest, where he’s watching you sleep and talking about how your body twitches when you dream. There’s one moment where he describes how he “rescued” you, and it honestly reads like undressing a mannequin in a store window: precise, slow, obsessive. He remembers the fabric of your coat, the way your thighs looked under it, like he’s fitting you for a custom bondage set made only for being tied to his bed. I kept wanting more description of the actual surroundings, but he keeps dragging the focus back to you, like your skin is the background, your heartbeat is the soundtrack. It’s annoying, in a very good way, if that makes sense. And the game doesn’t baby you about consent either; it really plays in that dirty, fucked up space where “no” and “yes” almost melt and you have to watch yourself not to slip too far into his logic. It kind of feels like a lace thong that’s slightly too small: pretty, cutting into your hips, and you keep wearing it anyway because of how it makes your ass look in the mirror.

Guy gets flattened by discount Truck-kun, respawns in horny Narnia, and the first thing the gods hand him is not wisdom or justice, it’s a cock and plot armor. That’s basically the energy here. You start as this broke college grad who literally failed at life, then wake up in Evenralm where everyone has either massive tits, a perfect ass, pointy ears, horns, or some combo of all three, and nobody owns a bra that actually fits. The world looks like one of those fantasy gacha ads where you pretend you’re there for “story” while one-handed scrolling on your phone. Except here you’re the main character, not the guy who dies in the prologue to motivate someone else. You walk into a random village and every girl talks to you like you’re the only male protagonist on the server. Which, to be fair, you kinda are.

It sells itself as Harem King journey, but the real plot is “how many girls can I accidentally seduce while pretending I’m saving the world from the Demon Lord”. You go from “I can’t pay rent” to “I guess I have to share a campfire with elf mage with big tits and dragon girl with stupidly big ass, oh no, what a tragedy”. Routes feel like scuffed dating sim logic: give wrong answer, girl still blushes, give right answer, she blushes harder and suddenly you’re getting a blowjob behind a tavern after some “training” quest. The animated scenes are the kind where the dev definitely paused a lot of JAV to get angles right. Mouths actually move on oral scenes, hips grind properly during vaginal, thighs jiggle in that “the physics are almost too honest” way. Sometimes the MC talks in the middle of sex and you’re like “shut up dude, nobody came here for your motivational speech”, but then the camera pulls in on an elf riding you like she’s trying to erase your spine and your brain forgives everything again. There’s this one camp scene where half your party is asleep and one of the girls sneaks into your bed, climbs on top, and the only sound is her wet squelch and those tiny gasps, and I swear the text box could have been blank and it still would work. The funny part is I kept telling myself “I’ll just check one more event” and three boss fights later I’m min-maxing affection points like some horny accountant. If you want the good stuff, be weirdly nice in dialog, always pick the slightly pervy joke, and never skip “optional” side quests, because that’s where the thickest scenes hide. Treat every fetch quest like foreplay and every camp chat like a chance to unlock another girl sitting on your face. Do that and the game basically rewards you for being a patient little degenerate.

New city, no time, laundry buzzing in the background, WhatsApp full of school chats, and somehow this game still got me horny as hell. You start as this tired female student who’s supposed to be focused on thesis and job hunting, but honestly the first time a tall futa with a cock poking through her sweatpants leaned over my character in the library, I completely forgot what I was doing. It feels like those nights when I say “I’ll just check email” and suddenly I’m on Pornhub instead. Same energy. Only here you’re juggling texts, classes, side gigs, and these ridiculous futa women with huge tits and asses that don’t respect personal space at all. They press against you in line, in the bus, at work, everywhere. The teasing is half the fun and also annoying as hell, in a good way.

The dating sim parts are messy in a way that feels kind of real. You answer a flirty message on your phone, miss a study meeting, then later you’re trying to be serious in a coffee shop and your futa “tutor” is rubbing your thigh under the table, whispering in your ear how you’ll pass everything if you just use your mouth right now. I had this scene in a cramped office where my character was supposed to talk about a job, right, and I tried to stay professional, asked all the “normal” questions, then she suddenly pushed my back to the desk, grabbed my tits like they were stress balls and said something about “testing your flexibility.” It went from awkward HR talk to her sliding my panties off and making me suck her while she groped my ass and called me her “good little distraction.” I honestly forgot the game even had a main story for a bit. And the feet stuff came out of nowhere. I chose what I thought was a chill option, like just hanging out at home, and next thing my character is on the couch, futa landlady’s cock in my hands, her making me stroke it with my soles while she holds my ankles and moans into my toes. I didn’t even know I was that into footjobs until I was staring at the screen, biting my lip, hoping the kids don’t come yelling for snacks.

What I like is how your girl isn’t just a blank hole. She reacts, she blushes, she gets needy, sometimes she acts cocky and then ends up on her knees anyway. In one scene I tried to play her more dominant, telling this big milf futa she had to “earn it,” and two clicks later I’m the one on the floor, spit running down my chin while she fucks my throat and smacks my face with her cock. Total fail, 10/10. The sandbox parts feel a bit like having too many tabs open in Chrome; you’ve got jobs, errands, dates, random horny texts popping up, and it’s easy to forget what you were doing five minutes ago because some stacked futa grabbed your hand and pushed it right into her pants on the train. Not complaining, just saying. Also the way they keep touching the main girl in public, squeezing her tits from behind or sliding fingers under her skirt when nobody’s looking, gave me that “I shouldnt like this” guilt while I still clicked “yes” every time. Oral scenes are everywhere too, like the game’s obsessed with having your mouth busy. On the couch, under a desk, kneeling in the shower with hot water running and her cock slapping your lips while she talks casually about your thesis topic like it’s no big deal. There’s something very wrong with how much I enjoyed that and I’m not going to fix it. The only stupid little thing that bothered me is sometimes I clicked by accident and skipped a line I wanted to read, and now it haunts me, but whatever. The big tits, the big asses in tight shorts, the feeling of your MC being slowly dragged away from a “normal” student life into this messy, horny futa harem chaos, it just sits in my brain like a dirty secret I open in a hidden Firefox window when everyone else thinks I’m paying bills.

You load it up in a bored mood, thinking it will be just another horny office thing, and then suddenly you are sitting in this glossy fashion magazine, surrounded by women who all look like they walked out from some Instagram explore tab that you pretend not to check. HauteBeat hums in the background, that soft loop of office AC, a distant printer, heels clicking across the tiles like a metronome for your dirty thoughts. The protagonist is this fresh graduate, all awkward, shy, still a virgin, and the game really leans into that. He stammers when the editor-in-chief leans over his shoulder, her blouse just a little too open, her perfume basically choking him. The scene where he is alone with the secretary in a tiny meeting room, with the glass walls and everyone outside pretending not to look, that one hit me. She lowers her voice, asks if he understands what “loyalty” means in this office, and every click through the dialogue feels like you’re holding your breath, waiting for the moment her hand actually lands on his thigh. There is no rush, but also no mercy. The pacing is like that slow elevator ride where you already know you’re going to do something filthy when the doors open.

First choice that really made me stop was when you decide if he keeps his “good boy” energy, or starts testing his new power over these women who pretend they’re in charge. One path he plays the sweet intern, trying not to stare at his boss’s big ass every time she bends over a layout. The other path, he starts using what he learns about them, their little secrets, and the mood shifts from nervous to predatory. There is this one route with the married coworker from accounting, the one who always has her phone face down on the desk. She invites him to “help” with some files after hours. Music drops out, it is just the wet sound of her lips when she finally slides under the desk and starts sucking his cock right there, while the screen shows the office lights reflecting on her lipstick-smeared mouth. Her wedding ring catching the glow every time her hand strokes him is such a petty detail, but it sticks. And yes, later, if you push it, you can corrupt her properly, going from quick blowjob breaks to bending her over the office copier for anal, watching that big ass shake while the machine spits out useless sheets.

Not every scene is perfect. One of the titfuck moments feels a bit rushed, like they knew she has massive tits so they just went “ok, put dick between them” and moved on. But then another girl, the one styled like a cold, distant creative director, drags him into the wardrobe room full of clothes for the next shoot. She sits him down on a low bench, climbs on his lap like it is a throne, and the sound design quietly peaks. You hear fabric sliding, hangers tapping, her little moans that she tries to swallow because there are still people a few meters away. When she finally sinks down on his cock, the angle almost makes you feel that stretch yourself, slow vaginal grind that turns into rough fucking and then spanking her ass so hard the clothes around them rustle. The corruption is not just “she is horny now”, you feel how some of them start asking for it. The secretary who once flirted safely is later begging to be used under the desk while the boss is in a video call. The boss who once scolded him starts testing how far she can go before completely giving in. It is all choices and branches, but it never feels like a math problem. More like you are texting three people on WhatsApp at the same time, promising each of them something different, knowing at least one is going to get hurt and you kind of want that. And yes, the protagonist is inexperienced, but by the time he has a little harem of coworkers sucking, riding, getting spanked in the break room, he is not pretending to be a nice guy anymore. Or maybe he still is. Depends what you click.

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.

Christmas vibes hit weird when you’re staring at a thesis outline and end up getting throat-fucked by a futa professor in her office instead of working on chapter two. That’s kind of the mood of this game. You’re this 23-year-old guy, trying to be serious, new city, new life, all that adult responsibility bullshit, and then the game just keeps throwing you at these tall, thick futa MILFs and cocky younger futas who treat “career counseling” like a porn category. It feels like someone took a normal college dating sim, poured hot chocolate on it, spiked it with vodka, then forgot about the “wholesome” part halfway through. One moment you’re choosing research topics, next moment you’re on your knees under a desk, her balls brushing your chin while she keeps typing like nothing is happening. Very “welcome to adulthood, kiddo.”

What I liked most is how the teasing never feels rushed. You walk into the landlady’s kitchen in the morning, she’s in this lazy robe, tits half out, big round ass turning while she makes coffee, and instead of jumping straight into a fuck scene she just leans over, adjusts your tie, presses her body against you, and whispers stuff like “you know, rent is flexible… if you’re flexible too.” But she leaves. No payoff. You’re just left with that hard-on, trying to answer emails. Then a different futa texts you on some fake WhatsApp clone in the game, sends a pic of her feet on the table, toes with red polish, her cock in the background, like “which one you like more?” and you realise, oh, okay, they really want you to be a horny mess at all times. The first time I chose the “focus on work” option, the landlady actually got annoyed and stopped groping me for a while, which honestly hurt more than it should. I was staring at my screen like some desperate idiot, waiting for her to grab my ass again. It’s pathetic. I loved it. I hated it.

The sandbox part is funny. There’s this fake sense of freedom like, yeah, go to the library, meet this serious futa researcher who talks about methodology, wears glasses, looks all strict, and then suddenly her hand is between your legs in the quiet study area, palming your cock while she lectures you about time management. You try to move her hand away, she squeezes harder. At some point she casually pushes your head down under the desk and unzips, and what starts as “quick taste for motivation” turns into your mouth full of her, your jaw hurting, your eyes watering while students walk past. Nobody notices, of course, it’s that type of porn logic. Later there’s a scene where one of them uses your face as a footstool first, presses her soles on your cheeks, makes you lick between her toes before she even lets you touch her shaft. Honestly I didn’t expect the foot stuff to go that hard. Thought it would be just a quick fetish nod, but no, she presses her heel on your cock, makes you cum without even using her hands. And then complains you stained her stockings. The only thing that annoyed me was some tiny little UI button for changing locations that sits in the corner and I kept missing it, but anyway, the whole vibe is like a horny winter break that never ends, full of big tits, big asses, futa egos, and you, the poor guy who planned to write a thesis and instead became everyone’s stress-relief toy.

Doom finally stops playing the Saturday morning cartoon villain and starts doing the dirty work everybody always joked he was doing off screen. "Behind the Doom" is basically what happens when a control freak supergenius decides world domination is fine, but ruining Susan Storm’s life from the inside out feels a lot better. It’s a slow burn kind of filth. At the start he’s showing off his shiny Latverian utopia, talking like some tech bro on a TED talk, pretending he cares about peace and progress. Underneath that armor he just wants one thing: Susan kneeling between his legs, wedding ring and heroic ideals both slipping off at the same time. You go from stiff political speeches to her staring up at him with drool on her chin and mascara running, and it somehow feels like a natural career path.

What I liked is that the game doesn’t rush to the hardcore. It lets Susan still believe she’s the good guy for a bit. She thinks she’s just “investigating” Doom, helping the world, being responsible. Then he starts playing with her invisibility in the most perverted ways. Ordering her to suck him off while she’s half invisible, so only her lips and tongue are visible wrapping around his cock, the rest of her fading in and out like she’s glitching from shame. There’s this one scene where he makes her hide under a table while a big diplomatic meeting goes on above, and her job is just to keep him hard with her mouth the whole time. The camera keeps jumping from the stone serious political chat to her swollen, stretched lips working on him under the armor. That moment stuck with me more than the flashy stuff, honestly. It’s the casual way he treats her like a background function now, like breathing or blinking.

Then the game remembers there are other heroines to break and just casually drops Scarlet Witch into the mess, like “oh yeah, magic slut, forgot about her.” Wanda starts as this smug powerhouse, acting like she’s above his tech, and two scenes later she’s helping him train Susan, rewriting her own morals while he rewrites her body. When they both end up on their knees, trading his cock between their mouths, Wanda using her powers to hold Susan’s hands behind her back so she can’t even stop herself from pushing deeper, it’s completely degenerate in the best way. Anal stuff hits harder than I expected too; Doom doesn’t go straight for brute-force pain, he makes it a reward, a “promotion” in his twisted little company. The first time he takes Susan’s ass, he does it on a balcony overlooking his perfect city, making her watch the peaceful streets while he grinds her open, whispering how this is what real stability looks like: her bent over, his cock buried in her, invisible or not, everyone beneath them belonging to him. It’s not subtle, it’s not romantic, it’s just cynical, nasty corruption porn with capes, and it works way better than it has any right to.

Mounting Olympus feels like somebody mashed horny Greek myths with a furry Telegram group and then said “yeah, that’s good enough” and honestly, I respect that energy. You roll in as this very human-looking little himbo in sandals, and suddenly every goddess in the pantheon has a tail, ears, or claws and wants to see what you’re packing. It’s a simple visual novel, so don’t expect some hardcore min-max RPG thing. You’re mostly clicking, reading, drooling, clicking again. But the fun part is how fast it goes from “oh wow, I’m in ancient Greece, how pretty” to “oh wow, I’m getting railed by a smug wolf goddess on a marble altar while the stars are watching.” The game is pretty linear, so you’re not really juggling a million choices, more like being dragged by the hand through a horny museum tour where every exhibit wants to sit on your face.

The art is where it got me. It’s hand drawn and it actually looks like a person drew it while being very, very down bad, not like some clean AI mush. Bodies have weight. Tits hang, ass spreads, fur looks soft enough that I caught myself stroking my phone screen like a clown. Some of the goddesses are full-on animal girls, some are more “humanoid with just enough fur and ears to make you question your life choices,” and the sex scenes really lean into that. You get plenty of close-ups, expressions that change mid-thrust, messy fluids, all that good “oh, we’re really doing this” stuff. I had Chrome on my laptop, Discord pinging in the background, and I still forgot about everything else during this one scene where a towering lioness goddess pins you to a temple floor and just grinds on you until your character is literally begging. Dialogue is cheesy as hell sometimes, like those old Yahoo chat RP days, but in a way that fits. One line made me snort-laugh and horny at the same time, which is honestly talent.

Is it perfect? No. Some transitions feel a bit stiff, like the script just needed one more read-through, and once or twice the pacing shifts from slow burn tease to “ok, cock out now” so fast I almost got whiplash. Story wise, it’s more “sexy roadtrip across Olympus” than deep fantasy saga, and there are moments where you’re like, wait, why is this goddess suddenly super into me after two lines of dialogue, but then you remember you’re here for cum, not character studies. Still, the way they use simple VN tricks like fading the background while the goddess leans in close, or that little pause before a new CG pops up, builds tension better than some big-budget stuff on Steam. The best part is when the text lingers a bit too long on how a clawed hand traces your thigh or how a tail curls around your waist, then the scene finally hits and the illustration is like “surprise, you’re getting stuffed.” I wish the game let me replay individual scenes more easily without button mashing through all the build-up, but whatever, I still went back. It’s messy, horny, a bit cringe in places, and absolutely knows it, which somehow makes it hotter.