A redheaded city girl walks into a tiny Scottish village in the middle of nowhere and, of course, everyone is horny and something is wrong with the sea. That’s the basic vibe here. The game throws you into this foggy coastal place where people smile a bit too warmly, stare a bit too long, and somehow every friendly conversation can slide into “hey, why is half the town ready to strip outside in the rain if the waves tell them to.” You play her, and she’s not some pure innocent flower either. She’s curious, she’s stubborn, and she keeps ending up in situations where saying “no” is possible, but saying “fuck it, I want to feel this” is way more tempting, especially when soft female lips are involved. There’s a lot of reading, a lot of choices, and the sex doesn’t just appear out of nowhere; it crawls toward you slowly, like the tide, until you realize your panties are around your ankle and that married woman you just “interviewed” for your little investigation has two fingers inside you and her wedding ring is cold against your skin. Then the scene lingers. It doesn’t jump cut away. It makes you stay there in the mess with her breath on your neck, her tongue on your clit, and you trying to remember you came here to solve something, not to be somebody’s secret seaside toy.

What I liked is how often the game puts you outside, literally. Wind, rocks, slippery grass under bare knees, salt on skin, clothes half pulled up against a crumbling wall. Girls going down on each other behind a boathouse while the sound of the surf is loud enough that you’re not sure anyone would hear you moan. There’s a threesome, too, that starts almost romantic and then turns into this raw, dirty sharing thing where your character is passed between warm hands and hungry mouths like she’s a gift from the sea, not a person with a brain. In some routes she cheats, in others she gets cheated on, and sometimes you just sit there watching a milf who should know better push you down on a blanket and tell you to relax while she spreads your legs and tastes you like she hasn’t eaten pussy in years. The corruption side is more emotional than people might expect; it’s not just “you were straight now you’re gay and into anal.” It’s more like “you were in control, and then one day you realize you need their touch like air.” At one point I tried to keep my heroine strong and distant, refused a few offers, built up her “resistance” like the game quietly nags you to do, and still ended up on my knees, mouth full, fingers digging into someone’s hips while the sea sang behind us. I’m not complaining. Or I am. Hard to tell. The only thing that annoyed me was this one dialogue choice that looked innocent and suddenly turned into a full-on group scene, complete with wet sounds and someone’s tongue where the sun doesn’t shine, and I just sat there thinking, “okay, I guess we’re doing this now.” But then again, that’s kind of why I kept clicking.

CheckedIn looks at you like that hot HR manager who says company rules are important, then spends the whole meeting eye-fucking you. You start as the new guy at this fancy hotel, still smelling like cheap deodorant and hope, and everyone acts professional for maybe five minutes before the flirting goes straight into “this is gonna ruin someone’s marriage” territory. Half the women have a ring or “taken” in their bio, and about zero of them act like that actually matters. It’s not subtle. You’re walking through the lobby and the married receptionist is licking her lips around a pen, leaning over the desk so hard her tits are basically a physics experiment, and the game just goes “yeah, this is fine, keep going.” And of course you do.

What I liked most is how work is just an excuse. On paper you’re doing shifts, dealing with customers, checking in guests. In reality you’re checking how fast you can get into your coworker’s mouth in the staff room without anyone walking in. You’ll be in a “serious” talk with your older manager, her blouse too tight, bra slightly visible, and the conversation somehow drifts from schedules to how long you can last with her on her knees. There’s teasing everywhere: a milf guest “accidentally” dropping her key card and bending over slow, a colleague comparing room service tips while staring at your crotch like it’s part of the menu. One moment you’re clicking through normal dialogue, next moment she’s under the desk, your character trying to talk about towels while she’s sucking him off, and you’re just sitting there thinking, yeah, this is exactly how hotels should work. The art has that AI smoothed look sometimes, but those huge tits in tight work clothes and fat asses under pencil skirts still hit way harder than my Instagram explore page. I kept zooming in on stupid stuff like stockings bunched around thighs, lipstick slightly smeared after a blowjob, tiny things that make it feel less like a sterile porn gallery and more like you actually messed someone up behind a locked door. And still, that tiny font on one menu drives me crazy and I keep forgetting which option I clicked, but whatever, nobody’s here for UX design.

What caught me off guard is how the “cheating” part isn’t just flavor text. The game really leans into it. You’re not just flirting with single chicks who pretend to be bad. You’re lining up late-night “meetings” with someone’s wife in a hotel corridor that looks way too quiet, kissing her while she nervously checks her phone, then pushing her against that beige wallpaper and pulling her panties aside because her husband is “out of town.” Sometimes you’re doing oral on them, sometimes they’re giving you head in a guest room that was supposed to stay empty, sometimes it turns into something that almost looks like romance and then the game reminds you she’s going home to another guy. That mix of dirty and kind of sweet is weirdly good. And yeah, there’s humor too, like a coworker cracking jokes while basically flashing you on purpose, or a scene where you’re supposed to be fixing a problem with a guest and end up buried between her thighs instead. It’s messy, horny, not pretending to be deep, full of big tits and big asses squeezed into “professional” outfits, and half the time you forget you’re doing any hotel job at all. Which, honestly, is probably the point even if no one says it.

Alex is the kind of guy you scroll past on Grindr and don’t even remember. Regular face, regular clothes, regular “nah I’m straight lol” profile line. The fun starts when this painfully average, porn-poisoned, “I only watch straight stuff bro” dude gets trapped in his own dick-brain. A cute femboy called Noah actually replies to his thirsty little message, and suddenly all that straight-posting goes straight to hell. It’s not some epic anime thing. It’s two idiots texting, one of them trying way too hard to act normal while his cock is doing an entirely different orientation than his mouth. The VN just sits there with him through the awkward silences, the panic over what emoji to send, the “shit, did that sound gay?” thoughts that hit him every two seconds. And when they finally meet, Alex is staring at Noah’s thighs and calling it “fashion interest” like that ever fooled anyone.

What I liked is how horny and small everything feels. Not small like dick, relax. Small like: you’re stuck in this chat window, looking at Noah’s pics on your phone, noticing tiny details. Nail polish that’s chipped, a skirt that’s a bit too short for how shy Alex pretends to be, that one selfie where Noah’s lips look soft enough you understand why Alex forgets how to breathe. The erotic stuff sneaks in sideways. It’s not just “they fuck now”. It’s Alex sitting on his bed, half hard, scrolling through their conversation, re-reading the flirty parts, rubbing over his boxers, trying to convince himself that it’s only because Noah looks kind of like a girl “from some angles”. Sure, dude. Totally. Meanwhile the game is shoving his denial right in your face while also letting you enjoy the very explicit, very gay mess he’s drowning in. There are bits where he watches porn after talking to Noah, tries to put on the usual straight clip, then ends up pausing on a pretty boy’s face, and the text just lingers on his confusion longer than it should. It feels gross and honest in a good way.

The romance side is scuffed and half-formed, which sort of works. This build focuses on that first spark, when your stomach feels weird and your dick feels great and your brain goes “no thanks” and “more please” at the same time. Noah is dangerous in the soft way. The kind of femboy who says “it’s okay, you don’t have to label it” while sending a picture that makes you grind your hips into your mattress. The sex is not wall to wall, but when it hits, it hits dirty. You get those detailed, sweaty, needy moments where Alex is too turned on to pretend anymore, moaning like a slut over a body he wouldn’t even admit he’s into if you put a gun to his search history. There’s that slice of life vibe too, the annoying stuff like checking messages while on the toilet, or worrying about what your phone might pop up while you’re sitting next to someone. It’s all very gay, very insecure, very “oh fuck, I like this too much”. Feels like watching a closeted browser tab slowly fill itself with yaoi, sissy captions, femboy porn and then pretend it’s just a phase, while your hand already knows the truth.

Fashion Spice looks harmless at first, like one more glossy fetish about models with huge tits fighting for the camera, but the game is way more fucked up and strangely smart about how it turns “levelling” into corruption. You start as this pretty regular guy tossed into the fashion agency circus, and the first “stats” you really feel aren’t your strength or charisma, it’s how deep you let yourself sink into the agency’s filth. Every scene is kind of a choice between staying human or becoming the kind of bastard the agency clearly wants. Except, little by little, the game rewards you more when you pick the bastard options. That’s the eroge style gamification here: the more you give in, the more the world opens, more girls, more monsters, more backstage privileges, more private shows in dark corridors with too much red light and not enough clothes.

What I liked is how the sex is not just thrown in like “ok, you clicked flirt, here’s generic blowjob.” There’s this scene early on with a shy new model, she’s supposed to do a lingerie test shoot. If you play it gentle, you get cute romance: slow undressing, tongue-heavy kissing, hands on her big ass, simple vaginal sex on the studio couch, kind of vanilla but sweet. If you pressure her a bit, flirt right on the edge, the system flags that in background and suddenly later on she shows up in some “special casting” where a tentacle horror from the agency’s basement “sponsors” new talent. That scene is a wild mix of fear and arousal, multiple penetration, one slick tentacle filling her ass while another pushes a toy inside her and she’s still trying to pretend she’s doing it “for the job.” It’s creepy as hell and hot at same time, like the game is trolling your conscience. The horror tag really shows when you realize those moaning, animated loops in the ritual room actually react to your past choices, not just play randomly. There is a lesbian path with one of the older MILF models that is way too short though, it builds up with all that teasing in the dressing room, mutual masturbation in front of the mirror, tongue work, nails on skin, then it kind of rushes to creampie with a guy in the next event instead of letting the girls breathe more. You get oral sex scenes where the girl is half terrified of what the agency will do if she refuses, then a moment later she’s riding you like a porn pro, and the game just shrugs like, “yeah, that’s showbiz, baby.” Choices really change who ends kneeling in a group sex shoot, who ends screaming in some bloody, tentacle-filled backstage nightmare, who actually falls in love, but the mobile UI makes some menus feel like using early Instagram on a broken phone, especially when your log of encounters gets cluttered. Still, you’re tracking “trust,” “submission,” weird occult “devotion” values, but none of that is explained cleanly; you just notice that the more a girl lets you grope her in crowded hallways or suck you off between two catwalks, the more the story paths twist into dark romance instead of just quick porn scenes. I kept telling myself I’d aim for the soft, romantic route, protect the girls, but the moment I unlocked the first full-on monster gangbang under the runway, with tentacles plugging every hole and cum dripping on designer shoes, I forgot all that moral stuff pretty fast. The pacing is like a messy house party where some rooms are chill, some rooms are outright satanic, and sometimes you open a door expecting anal and get a psychological horror cutscene instead. If you want to squeeze every dirty drop out of it, poke at the seemingly “wrong” answers, save before big choices, and never trust a contract that comes with champagne and a smile.

Ark is basically the kind of idiot king that every hentai forum thread secretly wants to be. He’s supposed to be building a “serious” power base and challenging this smug, horny demon queen called Lady Erostegia for the throne, but half the time it feels like he’s just stumbling from one set of tits to the next and somehow that counts as politics. The story pretends it’s high fantasy, with courts and schemes and all that, but then you're blackmailing a holy knight because you caught her fingering herself in a shrine, or getting a footjob in a council chamber while two nobles argue about taxes in the background. It sounds messy? It is messy. That’s the charm. Characters don’t just pop in to suck your dick and vanish, they kind of stick around, open their own side dramas, get jealous, make stupid decisions, and you realize you’re suddenly tracking who already took your virginity in which timeline like you’re doing homework on Pornhub notes. I liked that the game pretends you have moral choices while also shoving your cock into almost every scene. You can “corrupt” the sweet girls slowly, or be that bastard who uses them like tools, but honestly, even when you go for wholesome romance, you’re still probably going to end up creampie stuffing someone on a throne or sneaking into their bed for sleep sex while they mumble your name in their dreams. Totally immoral. Very nice.

What really sells it is how shameless it is about mixing goofy humor with real filth. One moment there's a milf sorceress scolding you like a teacher, next moment you have her drooling on your shaft, voice shaking as she tries to keep her “royal advisor” act together while you make her gag. The game likes to tease you a lot too. There are scenes where girls cosplay as “innocent” maidens or parody characters from other series, and if you’re a degenerate who spends too much time on certain subreddits, you’ll spot what they’re referencing and probably feel weirdly called out. Animations are not some crazy high-budget masterpiece, but they do the job really well: hips grind, toes curl around your dick in those footjob scenes, cum actually lands where it’s supposed to instead of doing that weird floaty manga thing. The voice work helps a lot. Some moans are soft and embarrassed, others are like “fuck me more, king” with that dominant tone that makes you feel like you’re the one getting conquered. There’s female domination stuff that can hit hard if you let Erostegia or one of the more twisted girls take the lead, pushing you to the bed, making you beg, riding you until you’re actually a little scared of how much they enjoy milking you dry. Or you can play it like a pure power trip and turn them into your drooling toys instead. NTR and swinging paths are there in the background like a loaded gun in the drawer: you can avoid them, but just knowing they exist gives the whole sandbox more tension. You’re fucking them, but are you sure they’re not fucking someone else behind the curtains? The game never stops reminding you that being king in a sex-obsessed court means everyone is watching, everyone is scheming, and half the time you’re too busy buried in some girl’s pussy to notice who’s spying on you from the shadows.

There’s this weird mix of horny chaos and “I should probably not be doing this” energy running through the whole thing, and it actually fits the story way too well. You’re a college guy dumped into this fancy private uni in the 9th City, which looks all clean and rich on the surface, but everybody either belongs to a gang, fears a gang, or is secretly fucking someone in a gang. Sometimes all three. Classes feel almost like background noise, like a side quest you keep forgetting, while you juggle shady meetings in parking lots, checking your phone for horny messages, and trying not to accidentally admit that yes, you know exactly who runs half the criminal shit in town because your name is on some of those spreadsheets.

What I liked is how your “student life” and your “crime adjacent life” crash into each other in small stupid ways. You’ll be in a lecture, pretending to care about some boring econ topic, and the girl next to you is asking about notes while her brother is literally the muscle for a local crew that wants to squeeze you. Then you go on a “study date” with her that turns into a blowjob in a hidden corner of campus, while your burner phone keeps buzzing with a message like “Boss wants an answer tonight.” The game never loudly screams “this is a moral choice!” but it keeps throwing you into situations where you have to decide if you want to act like a normal horny student, or like the guy who knows where the bodies are buried. Sometimes both at once. Sometimes in the same scene. Which is kind of hot and kind of fucked.

The sandbox thing works and also kinda doesn’t, which I know is not helpful but that’s how it feels. On one side, you can wander around the city, check out different districts, visit the campus, some shady bars, a strip club that pretends to be “exclusive,” and slowly find all the side scenes. On the other side, there are moments where the game just sits there like “figure it out, genius” and gives you almost no hint what to trigger next. One time I spent way too long clicking around the university courtyard just to make a side character appear so I could push her route from “flirty” to “I’ll suck you off between classes.” When it finally worked, the payoff was pretty damn nice, but also, why did the flag depend on visiting a random office twice after lunch? I still have no clue, and the game just shrugs and moves on.

Sex scenes mostly lean into that power vibe without going full cartoon edge. You’re not a brainless thug, you’re the guy who knows people who send brainless thugs. So when you fuck someone, there’s always that tension that if they found out who you really are, they’d either freak out, use you, or spread it around campus. There’s a great moment where you’re balls deep in a girl from a rich family on a leather couch in some private lounge, she keeps talking shit about the gangs in the city, and you can choose to stay quiet or tease her with hints about “knowing more than you should.” It hits this nice mix of dirty, risky and kind of funny, especially if you’re the type who likes corruption but also enjoys watching people talk themselves into bad decisions. And sometimes the game just throws in a quick fuck in a bathroom with almost no build up at all, like it forgot it’s supposed to be careful. Which actually feels right for this kind of world.

It’s not a polished experience where everything is neat and clean. Some scenes cut a bit rough, some characters show up once with a hot moment and then vanish like you imagined them. The management side where you deal with money and influence connected to your secret ties is there, but the game sort of tosses numbers at you and expects you to slowly learn by messing up. I kinda liked that and also cursed at it. At least the city feels dirty in the right way, the university feels like a pressure cooker full of horny idiots pretending to be respectable, and you’re stuck right in the center trying to keep your secret while your dick keeps voting against common sense. If you want to squeeze the most out of it, poke everything, be nosy, push boundaries with characters even when you think “nah, this is a bad idea,” and maybe keep a mental note of who is connected to which gang. Or don’t. Watching it all blow up in your face can be pretty fun too.

This one starts like some horny Erasmus fantasy that went completely off the rails. You’re this Italian guy dumped in Japan, and the whole thing leans hard into the “foreign dude in a place where he shouldn’t be this cocky” vibe. He’s not some shy herbivore either, more like a walking Roman ego with a nice accent and way too much confidence for his own good. The game really pushes that feeling that he’s hunting, not waiting. Every time you think he’ll back off from a married woman, or a woman clearly too mature for his level, he just… doesn’t. He treats every new apartment, workplace corridor, and tiny Tokyo side street like it’s some old Roman province that needs to be “conquered”, which sounds cringe, but it actually works because half the time you’re laughing at how far he goes. Then suddenly there’s this scene where the mood switches and the flirting hits way harder than it should, and you catch yourself actually caring if she replies to his late-night message.

The women here are the real reason to stay, obviously. Classic Japanese housewives with that soft, tired face and huge tits that bounce way too much for “just talking in the kitchen”. That older office lady who acts strict at work but melts fast once he starts pushing her buttons. A neat, classy milf in perfect makeup sharing “innocent” tea with the gaijin, then five minutes later she’s pressed up against the hallway wall, whispering that her husband must not know. The cheating stuff is all over the place: wedding rings, family photos on the shelf, husbands working late, that whole guilty-but-still-horny energy. The corruption feels slow in a good way, like you’re watching them slide from “this is inappropriate” to “I need your dick again” across several encounters, not just suddenly flipping a switch. And yeah, the tits are huge, but not just plastic balloons glued on; the game really takes time with how they move when she leans forward to pour coffee or when you push her against the couch and her blouse struggles to contain anything. Sometimes it’s hot in a quiet way, like a lingering hand on the thigh under the table, sometimes it jumps straight into her riding you while trying not to moan too loud because the kid is sleeping in the next room.

What I actually liked most is that the protagonist is kind of an asshole, but in a charming idiot way. He talks big about “conquest” like some budget Caesar, but half the time it feels like he’s winging it, improvising seduction with half-broken Japanese and raw confidence. It’s not subtle at all, but weirdly that’s the fun part: you know he’s a walking red flag, the women know he’s a walking red flag, and they still put their legs around his waist. Some routes feel a bit too gamey, like the “right” dialogue line is too obvious, and there are moments where a milf falls for him almost too fast. I also hate how one specific scene teases a long, slow build-up in the bath and then just cuts the foreplay short when it was finally getting really filthy. But then the next time you’re back in that same bathroom, she’s the one reaching for him first, her face red, water dripping down those massive breasts, muttering that she “can’t stop now” even if her husband is in the living room. It’s that kind of cycle: small frustrations here and there, and then a single scene that hits your specific kink so hard you forget to complain. It’s messy, it’s horny, it’s very “gaijin ruins nice Japanese households with his cock” and it doesn’t pretend to be anything else.

The whole thing feels like somebody mashed together a horny Final Fantasy fanfic, a cheap mobile survival clone and a beach episode that never ends, then said “yeah, good enough” and shipped it. Which, weirdly, kind of works. You wake up on this tropical island, sand in your shoes, dick in your hand metaphorically, literal later, and the first cutscene just slaps you with that “you’re a loser, now enjoy paradise” tone. The animation in those early scenes is rough in a way I actually like. Faces hold just a little too long, camera lingers on thighs like the animator forgot to hit stop, some lip sync looks like it was done in a hurry during a Discord call. But when Hana leans in close the first time, hair moving in the breeze, you can feel someone really tried. It is not clean. It feels like watching a lewd indie short posted on Twitter that somehow grew into a full game. And then you blink and suddenly there is Tifa in a bikini that never existed in any official artwork, and the game just shrugs, like “yeah, she washed up here, whatever, go talk to her.”

Cutscenes are the best and worst part. One moment you get this slow, almost romantic shot of the island at sunset, the ocean reflecting orange, Hana’s silhouette, and you think “oh, nice mood.” Next moment, hard cut to the male protagonist getting jerked off against a palm tree like a teenager who just learned the word “frottage” yesterday. The camera really loves asses. It crawls over Tifa’s bikini line while she pretends she does not know what masturbation is, then five clicks later she is riding your face in a little looping animation where her hair clips through her shoulders in exactly the same place every cycle. Marie Rose shows up in her swimsuit and that whole “mystery of the island” thing just walks out of the room. The plot starts hinting that the island is wrong, that girls are not just lost tourists, but the next scene is you spanking Marie on the beach while a crab walks through the background like an unpaid extra. The point and click bits are fine, you tap on a coconut, you tap on a girl, you tap on yourself under the water in a badly hidden masturbation loop. Sex toys appear later and the game treats them like legendary weapons, full camera pan, shiny highlight, then you just shove a vibrator between Tifa’s legs in a short looping shot that probably took the animator all night and two energy drinks. There is a mystery somewhere under all the crossover fanservice, but every time you start to care the game distracts you with another animated bikini grinding on the protagonist’s cock and, honestly, that is exactly the kind of trashy commitment I did not know I wanted.

Train home, one hand on the phone, other hand pretending to hold the rail, and this game pops back in my head again. That dumb little title I opened “just for a quick peek” on Firefox between Slack pings, and then suddenly I’m watching this kinda pathetic, kinda hot Futa MC jerking off in a school locker room to a girl’s cardigan like it’s the Holy Grail. Asuna is exactly that type: quiet, looks normal, huge secret between her legs, brain packed with way too much horny. It’s all school corridors, after-class empty rooms, the faint smell you imagine from gym clothes and panties stuffed into a bag. She’s obsessed with Sakurako in such a messy, stalker way that it should feel wrong, but the writing leans into it so hard it becomes this weirdly honest fantasy of “what if my crush actually caught me doing this and didn’t freak out, just stared and said keep going”. When Sakurako sees her buried in the closet, dick out, using her clothes like a tissue, the whole mood flips in like two lines. No big romance speech, just that one line where she asks to watch, and suddenly the whole story pivots from secret perv to exhibition pet project. That turn is where the game sold me. I was already on board for the jerk-off-in-uniforms stuff, but it hits different when the target of the lust starts leaning in instead of running away.

Scenes feel like they’re written by someone who has actually edged to eroge in a cramped apartment and not some “professional” writer polishing every line. There’s a lot of clumsy phrasing, some horny repetition, and the audio is that super recognizable Japanese voice style where the girl sounds half embarrassed, half demon in heat. Sometimes the moans go on a bit too long while the text is saying almost nothing, and I kept tapping through like, yeah yeah I get it, she’s panting, please let me see what she does next with that toy. But then a line would land perfectly, like when Sakurako casually orders Asuna to stroke slower while she’s still in uniform, one shoe slipped off, and I just stopped and reread it. The power dynamic is funny because Asuna is the one with the dick, but she’s also the one basically chained by her own crush, getting told when to jerk, when to stop, where to cum. There’s a scene with her on her knees under a desk, trying to keep quiet while someone passes outside the classroom, and I actually grinned like an idiot on the subway, which is… not ideal. The different routes sneak up on you too. I picked choices almost at random on my phone, thinking “okay, this is clearly the horny option”, and then later I realized I completely locked myself into a more twisted relationship path without noticing. One run I ended up with a really intimate mutual play scene that felt almost sweet, the next I got something colder and way more humiliating, same two girls, same setting, just slightly different chain of “yes” to her requests. Some of the AI-touched art looks off in tiny places, like fingers fused weird or a stray strand of hair doing impossible gymnastics, and it pulled me out for a second, but then the next frame would hit me with Asuna’s face glazed and eyes rolled up, full ahegao, and honestly my brain just shut up and let it happen. Perfect for those shameless “five minutes in the bathroom with Chrome incognito and headphones half in” kind of sessions.