Underfoot feels like that moment when you tell yourself “nah, I can handle this kink” and then three scenes later you’re staring at the screen, pants halfway down, wondering when exactly you lost all moral brakes. It throws you right into the guy’s shoes, except the game clearly cares more about what’s happening under those shoes. The whole thing is framed like you’re this semi-normal dude with a partner you actually like, but the real star is how fast your brain starts bending once other people, other hands, and especially other feet get involved. The netorase angle isn’t just some checkbox, it’s basically the spine: you’re not just watching someone fuck your woman, you’re low-key helping, guiding, and pretending you’re still in control while the game just taps “are you sure?” over and over. And yeah, I clicked yes every single time.

The foot focus is not subtle. If you’re even a little weak for toes, soles, arches, stockings, all that, it’s dangerous. There were moments where nothing “big” was happening, just a slow footjob under the table, and that worked on me harder than full-on group sex later. The game is kind of mean about it too: it keeps giving you angles where you barely see the rest of the body, just her heels pressing your already used cock, or her pantyhose wrinkling around her toes while she uses you like some stress ball. It’s the kind of pacing I usually hate, but here it almost felt like a leaderboard challenge: how long can you keep your sanity while your character keeps letting other guys get in on the fun and you’re stuck with her feet or the “reward” creampie that doesn’t even fully belong to you. And I swear, whoever wrote those small corrupting choices really understands that nasty “I know this is wrong but fuck it” feeling. You tell her to flirt “just a little,” then that “little” turns into her sitting between two dudes, your dick trapped between her soles while they go for other holes. At that point it’s not even jealousy anymore, it’s this weird proud humiliation, like you’re top-ranking in some hidden cuck scoreboard only degenerates can see.

What surprised me is how casual the corruption creeps in. At first it’s like, ok, she’s teasing you with her feet, maybe a solo anal scene to spice things up, nothing crazy, just you two. Then someone else walks into frame. Then another. Then she’s taking multiple cocks at once, and you’re there, on the side, getting a sloppy, almost lazy footjob while watching. It hits harder because you kinda asked for this. You get those little “innocent” choices that sound safe, until you realize they opened the door for her to say “it’s just sex, relax” while she gets filled and you’re not even the main event. The cheating isn’t sneaky either, it’s right in your face, like the game is grabbing your head and turning it toward every thrust. I liked that I felt complicit, but also kind of pathetic, which is honestly what I’m chasing with this genre more than some perfect ending. There is swinging flavor too, but it always comes back to her feet and your role as the guy who thought he was orchestrating everything, then ends up happy to be used like an afterthought. By the last scenes I wasn’t even checking my usual “challenge list” anymore, just waiting to see how much further she’d go while you still pretend you’re fine with all of it. Spoiler: you’re not fine, but your dick absolutely is.

Lussuria Academy feels like someone took all those “normal” magic school fantasies, poured a bucket of horny over them, then left the edges a bit rough on purpose. You’re the only human in a whole academy full of anthro girls, and that tiny detail never shuts up in the background. It’s in how they stare a bit too long, how their ears twitch when you walk past, how the teachers say “human” like it’s a spell that might backfire. The story moves like a slow finger tracing along your neck, not rushing, sometimes even stopping in awkward places. One moment you’re in a quiet corridor, sound of your own footsteps soft over some lazy background track, and then a fox-girl classmate catches you alone and the mood tilts from scholarly to “are we really doing this here?” without big fanfare. The music is simple, loops you’d normally ignore, but in this game they sneak under your skin. A calm, almost innocent melody during a late study session, then it fades, and suddenly all you hear is the little sounds: tails brushing fabric, a chair scraping, her breath hitching when you stand too close. The sex doesn’t crash into the screen with fireworks. It creeps in. A hand on your wrist a bit too long, a joke that turns dirty, a spell practice that somehow needs “body contact” for channeling. Then the CG hits and you just forget what the previous dialogue even said.

The visuals are that kind of slightly imperfect 2D where a line isn’t perfectly clean and colors sometimes look like the artist was horny and tired at the same time. And it works. Fur texture is suggested with a few strokes, not hyper-detailed, so your brain fills in the softness when her thighs wrap around your waist. Breasts are drawn bold, unapologetic, but not all the same copy-paste shape. Some girls are lean and sharp, with smug smiles, some are thick, heavy hips, tails curling around your leg while they ride you like they’re trying to milk a spell out of your cock. There’s a catgirl whose moans hit this weird mix of purr and whimper and it stays in your head long after the scene ends, way more than whatever magic exam you passed. The magic stuff itself is almost casual. You’re casting with them, learning, charming objects, and then out of nowhere a training room turns into a place to pin a wolf-eared student against the wall and fuck her while candles flicker and she tries not to howl. They use spells as excuses: “We need to test human stamina,” “We should explore cross-species bonding,” and you’re sitting there, pants open, thinking yeah, real scientific.

What I liked most is how the pace messes with you. It’s not smooth. Some routes drag, you click through lines that feel like someone wrote them half awake, and sometimes the translation vibe slips, a phrase sounds off, and you snort instead of getting horny. Then two screens later, a teacher pulls you after class, locks the door, tail slowly curling as she explains “private tutoring” and your brain just melts. There’s this one scene where a shy bunny student tries to thank you for helping her in a duel. She invites you to her dorm room, the background is quiet, only a soft hum like outside wind, and she keeps fidgeting with her skirt. The camera lingers on little details: her trembling fingers, her ears folding when you sit beside her, the tiny squeak when your hand slides over her thigh. It takes ages before anything explicit happens, and then when she finally climbs into your lap, grinding nervously, the game doesn’t cut away. You hear the rhythm pick up, that wet sound, the shaky breathing layered over the same simple loop, and suddenly this silly furry magic VN feels way too intimate. It’s messy, sometimes clumsy, horny as hell, and when a fox teacher presses your face into her furry tits to “calm your mana flow,” you completely forget you ever came here to study.

This one starts like some sad wage slave fantasy, but it actually hits harder than I expected. You die like an idiot at a traffic light and then wake up in this magic world with a body that isn’t falling apart from stress and coffee, a weirdly wholesome adopted family, and a job as a low-rank adventurer who is way too in love with an A-rank witch. Mia is the “cold bitch who melts” type, yeah, but the game gives her just enough little human moments that I kinda ended up fighting with the dev in my head: no, she belongs with me, not with every bastard in the guild. She snaps at you, she blushes, she does that smug little half smile when she’s clearly teasing and pretending she doesn’t care. There’s this scene where she cleans monster guts off you with magic and then, completely straight face, wipes a little bit with her fingers and licks it, like she’s testing potion ingredients. It’s not sexy at first. Then she looks at you, tongue still out, and you go “ah ok, we’re doing this.” I hated how much I liked that.

What I love and kinda hate is how the game keeps playing chicken with you about “trusting” her. The romance parts are really sweet and honestly a bit cringe in that way only fantasy VN can be. Hand-holding under the cloak, lazy cuddling in the inn, her one time letting you use her thighs as pillow while she reads a grimoire and pretends you’re not basically nuzzling her ass. That part feels almost like a normal lovey game. She gives you a handjob with this super serious face while talking about spell formations, like she’s doing lab work, then at the end she breaks and giggles when you cum on her wrist. Then some chapters later, the same hand is wrapped around another guy’s cock and she has this dazed look, and the camera lingers on her fingers like it remembers before you do. I wanted to close the game at that part and also replay it immediately. The netorase pieces are sneaky too. It starts with “haha what if we just showed a bit of skin in the tavern to scam free drinks” and ends with you pretending you’re ok while she gives an under-the-table footjob to some drunk knight right in front of you. You still get the text choices like you’re in control, but both answers are hurt. Classic. I swear one of the most evil things was a simple kissing scene. You finally get a proper kiss on the bridge at night, she’s shaking, you can feel she really wants you. Then, much later, that same bridge shows up again and she stands there with another man, laughing too loudly, her lipstick slightly smeared. No explicit sex there, just the echo of that kiss, and it hit harder than any creampie CG.

The game doesn’t stick to only one flavor of pain either. There is full-on cheating, yeah, like watching her kneel and swallow another dude’s load while the narration insists she’s thinking of you, and you know she isn’t. The sleep sex scene pissed me off in a good way. You go to bed exhausted and wake up to her riding you slowly, whispering that she “couldn’t hold back anymore” which would be cute if there wasn’t already this hint that she’d been warmed up earlier by someone else. Small detail: the wet sound isn’t quite right the first thrust and your brain goes “why is she this ready” and then shuts up because tits. There’s anal too, but honestly it’s less about you being dominant and more about you realizing she already learned to relax for someone before you. The game throws in some female domination moments where she cuffs you with magic and edges you with her mouth, then the next scene flips it and you’re the one pinning her to the wall and making her beg to be filled. I liked that power shift, though I wish she had kept the little witch hat on during that oral scene and she just doesn’t and I’m still annoyed about it for no sane reason. Also, furry side characters show up and of course they get scenes that are way hotter than they have any right to be, especially one smug fox girl who makes fun of you while jerking you off with her tail, like this is normal Tuesday. There’s humor all over, sometimes dumb, sometimes actually good, like your party member making NTR jokes inside the story as if he knows what kind of VN he lives in. I forgot to mention that one whole dungeon arc is basically designed just to humiliate you in public with exhibitionism stuff, where Mia pretends to be under mind control and “forced” to show off her body to a crowd, except the more they look the wetter she gets. The AI-style CG gives everything this weird almost-too-perfect face that becomes creepy when she’s moaning for someone else. It’s messy, horny, petty, and yeah, I’m still arguing in my head that Mia is better as my girl, even while watching her get pounded from behind and still calling my name at the wrong moment.

Monet feels like somebody took a regular city, squeezed out all the warmth, and replaced it with glass, chrome and secrets. IRYS throws you in there like you just woke up from a dream you half remember, wearing a cheap suit and an ID badge that says you belong to Deimos. You start as this regular office guy, doing spreadsheets, watching useless meetings on Zoom while pretending to listen, getting coffee that tastes like it was filtered through somebody’s sadness. On the surface it’s that boring corporate life. Then you start noticing small weird things. People know things about you that you never told them. A coworker remembers a night you “spent together” that you’re pretty damn sure never happened. Your boss praises you for a project you have no memory of, and in the same breath hints that you owe him more than just good performance. That’s when the game starts to crawl under your skin a little.

The horny part doesn’t show up like a hentai pop-up. It slips into the routine. You’re in a late-night office review, just you and this colleague with big soft tits almost falling out of her blouse, blue light from the monitor on her skin, both of you talking about quarterly targets like robots. Then there’s a line of dialogue that feels too intimate. She leans in too close. Her hand stays too long on your shoulder. One click and you push her away and keep pretending to be a good boy. Another click and you grab her wrist, pull her into your lap, and suddenly your boring Excel sheet is sharing space with her moans and the sound of your cock sliding into her on the boss’s fancy ergonomic chair. IRYS is like that a lot. It gives you these “professional” masks and waits for you to peel them off. Sex scenes are very physical, animated just enough that when you’re fucking her against the office window or bending her over a lab table, you feel every thrust. Sometimes you are gentle, slow, like she is something you want to protect from this fucked up city. Other times the corruption hits and you use her, hand on her throat, filling her raw and hard while she begs you not to stop, even when the guilt dialogue kicks in afterward and makes you question if those feelings are yours or some Deimos script injected into your brain.

What really got me was how the romance and the sci-fi mess bleed into each other. There is this one scene where you wake up in your small apartment, naked, next to a coworker you definitely did not take home. Her hair is messy, thighs still glistening, your cum leaking out of her, and she looks at you like you have been lovers for months. You check your phone and there are whole chat logs, selfies, dirty pics, little heart emojis, like a full relationship that someone speedran while you were asleep. It feels like the universe glitched and rewrote your fate. As somebody who actually believes in destiny, that hit weird. You start asking: did I really fall for her before and just forgot, or was this romance manufactured in some secret Deimos experiment so they can pull my strings better? Later, when you take her in the back of the office, pressed against a server rack humming with data, her legs wrapped around your waist while you fuck her deep and she whispers that you were “always meant for each other”, you can’t even tell if that’s sweet or just another line of code. The game loves putting you in those moments. You climax inside her during some illegal lab test, alarms faint in the background, and instead of simple post-nut clarity you get this strange dream flash of another timeline where you never joined Deimos and she never existed. IRYS keeps poking: is your dick leading you, or is the company guiding your dick so it can own your heart and your guilt at the same time. I kinda hate that it works so well. I also kinda love it. I’m confused. It fits the city.

Foggy forest, quiet as hell, and you’re lost with a hard-on you don’t want to admit you have. That’s pretty much the mood here. The trees feel wrong in that fairy-tale way, like they’re watching, but not in a horror movie thing, more like they’re just waiting for you to do something stupid and horny. Then this witch shows up, and she doesn’t look like the usual “I cast fireball” witch. She’s got that lazy smile that says she already knows what you’re going to click, and she smells like a toy store mixed with a bath bomb shop. Latex, sugar, soap, that weird clean-but-not-innocent vibe. The game doesn’t rush to shout what you’re in for, but yeah, if you’re into inflatables and transformation and that floaty, rubbery ownership of a body that stops being flesh and turns into a damn balloon, it hits that itch pretty directly.

The cool part is how low-key everything starts. It’s just you poking around her little forest corner, clicking stuff, poking at bottles, weird trinkets, that sort of thing. Half of it feels like background junk until you notice something reacts if you try again, or if you did another scene before. There was this moment where I accidentally triggered a change too early, and my character’s body started filling out, tight and squeaky, and I actually paused, staring at my screen like, “ok, I did not expect it to jump to that this fast.” The game is short, yeah, but it doesn’t waste your kinks. The inflation is not just “you get bigger.” It’s that slow, pressurised feeling in the text and art, the witch teasing you, almost casual about turning your body into her private float, testing how much air or magic you can hold. She treats the whole thing like a cozy craft project, while you’re the one struggling with how round you’re getting. It’s a weird mix of mystery and fetish, and I like that it doesn’t apologize for it even once. You’re not playing a hero, you’re playing a future decoration, and she knows it way before you do.

The forest itself is small, but it feels like one of those “hidden room” games where there’s always one last strange item you haven’t clicked in the right order. I spent way too long clicking the same damn stump because I was convinced it had a secret, and honestly I’m still annoyed it didn’t. But while I was being stubborn, I kept noticing little reactions: the witch’s comments changing, the way she hints at other “guests” she inflated before, maybe still around, maybe not in the shape you expect. There’s magic everywhere, but it’s that squishy, rubber-magic. You’re not slinging spells; you’re more like the spell result. A toy, a trophy, an experiment. The furry angle sneaks in too, with those hints that your body isn’t only filling with air, it’s shifting into something cutesy, animal-ish, then more object than creature. Ears, tail, then plastic sheen, then hollow. It’s honestly hot as hell if you’re into losing control and becoming a thing instead of a person. And the best part, or the worst, depending on your brain, is that the witch never seems cruel. She’s playful, almost seasonal, like some twisted holiday hostess inviting you to become part of the decorations, tucked between the trees, gleaming under moonlight, filled tight and waiting. You kind of know from the beginning this forest is not a place you walk out of on your own feet. You’re rolling, floating, squeaking your way out, if you leave at all.

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

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

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

Guy wakes up from a nasty bike crash, his girl is dead, his body is somehow fine, his head is a mess. He thinks: new city, new university, new life, forget everything. Of course it goes to shit immediately. You’re walking into this school full of tight uniforms and way too short skirts, trying to act normal, and the game keeps reminding you that you shouldn’t even be alive. You’re this mix of horny and broken, which is honestly relatable after a long workday when your brain is mush but your dick still loads Chrome by muscle memory. One moment you’re in class pretending to take notes, next moment you’re staring at the teacher’s blouse and the little gap between buttons, then some creepy flicker in the corner of the screen like reality just hiccuped. It plays with that switch a lot: you’re laughing at a dumb joke, then suddenly you remember your dead girlfriend’s voice and the whole scene turns weirdly cold.

The sex stuff hits slow at first. Lots of teasing, legs crossing, girls leaning way too close, that kind of cocky flirting where you’re not sure if they’re into you or just bored. The milf professor who “cares about your trauma” but sits on the desk so you can see the shape of her ass in that tight skirt. A classmate who sends you a “homework question” pic that absolutely is not safe for study group. There’s a scene where you’re stuck in a stairwell during a fire drill, watching a girl change her shirt through this tiny glass window, and you can back out like a decent human or keep watching while she slips off her bra and you see those huge tits bounce, and the game actually reacts to that choice later. Handjob behind the gym after practice, messy blowjob in a parked car while some weird shadow moves in the background like something else is watching both of you. That part hit hard, because you’re trying to focus on her tongue and the little spit strings and instead your brain is like “hey remember your dead girl, remember her throat taking you, remember the blood”. It’s horny and fucked up at the same time and the game doesn’t try to clean it.

The best part and also the most annoying is how often it lets you be an asshole or a softie and both feel wrong. You flirt with this shy girl who clearly has a crush, she’s clumsy, big ass in those tight jeans, and you can push her into stripping for you in some empty classroom. It’s hot, she’s blushing, slowly pulling her panties to her knees, you can see a bit of her wetness catching the light, and your guy still flashes to his ex lying broken on the road. Romantic route tries to happen, but the world keeps glitching, you keep seeing that accident, and sometimes the game hits you with graphic stuff out of nowhere, like a quick shot of torn skin or crushed helmet, just long enough to kill your boner for a second. Talking to the milf in her office about “moving on” turns into her on her knees, stroking you slow, asking if you’re thinking of her or the girl who died, and you almost want to close the tab, but of course you don’t. I wish the pacing wasn’t so jumpy sometimes, like it goes from goofy meme humor in group chat to “oh look, maybe something supernatural wants you dead” in two clicks, but then I’m sitting on public transport with one earbud half in, pretending to read emails, watching a fully animated sex scene where you pin a girl against a dorm wall and fuck her raw while her phone flashlight keeps turning on and off. And in the reflection of the window behind you, there’s something standing there, just looking. You finish anyway.

There’s this thing the game does right away that I actually respect: it doesn’t pretend you’re a hero. You’re just a messy, horny, slightly broken person thrown into a gothic hellhole where every shadow either wants to kill you or fuck you or both at the same time. The “survival horror” part actually matters, not just in the jump scare way, but in the “ok, if I follow my dick here, I might end up chained to a wall with some demon girl sucking my soul out through my spine” way. First time I got that “choose to hide or follow the moaning” prompt, I obviously followed the moaning. Of course the corridor was lit in that sick red and the sound design was wet as hell. And yeah, it was worth it, but I walked away from that scene with my health wrecked, sanity lower, and a mark on my body that keeps showing up in later scenes. That mark is like this little dev note written on your skin: “you’re horny, I know, you will suffer for it.” Sexy punishment, basically.

What I really liked is how it lets you lean into being submissive, dominant, or that chaotic horny survivor that just flips depending on who’s in front of you. One moment I’m pinning a possessed priestess to the altar, hand at her throat while she’s whispering this prayer that sounds more like begging for dick than religion, and the very next route dump I’m the one on my knees in some filthy crypt, forced to “pay” a demon guard with my mouth so he lets me pass. It’s not just “pick dom option, get dom scene” either. If you act like a ruthless bastard earlier, some characters remember that and push back. I had a run where I kept choosing the arrogant, aggressive replies and finally one of the demon twins snapped, took control mid-sex scene and basically used me like a toy until my character passes out. That reversal felt earned. Annoying and hot. Like a bad ex that knows your buttons too well.

Small thing that irritated me: the text choice boxes are too close to the bottom and on Chrome mobile I kept hitting the damn navigation UI when I just wanted to pick the option about biting the nun’s thigh. It pulled me out of the moment every time but I kept playing anyway because the pacing of sex and horror is like watching a slow car crash in latex. Half of the nudity is filthy, sweaty, scratches-on-your-back kind, but then you get this scene in a candlelit library where a demon boy with white eyes reads your mind while fingering you under a table, and you forget you were even supposed to be scared. Or bisexual tension hits out of nowhere: you walk into a ritual chamber, there’s this couple, one demon, one human, and instead of choosing who to fuck, the game lets you slide right into a threeway that still somehow keeps the occult vibe going. I kept telling myself “ok, this time I’ll actually try to survive, not just chase every hot body,” then the UI pops a new corrupted choice in red text and, of course, I click it like an idiot. And the worst part is that the game knows. It keeps asking what you crave, like some smug supernatural therapist who gets paid in your orgasms and bad decisions.

Memory comes back to you like a drunk kiss in a dark alley: rough, confusing, kind of hot, kind of scary. You wake up in this ugly-beautiful world that smells of steel, sweat and wet soil, and the first thing you see is her. Big soft tits leaning over you, hair falling like a curtain, lips moving, voice low, asking your name while you’re still staring down her cleavage instead of answering. The game doesn’t rush, it just lets you sit there in that POV angle, eyes level with her neckline, while she talks about war and kingdoms and you’re thinking about everything except politics. It feels dirty in a slow way, like fingers sliding under a shirt when no one is in a hurry. Then suddenly you’re walking through a camp where men scream and banners burn, and the same woman acts like nothing happened, like she didn’t just wake you by practically smothering you with her chest. That little emotional whiplash is half of the charm here. Or half of the problem. Hard to say.

What surprised me is how often your dick has to wait while your brain does some work. You click around in this point and click wandering, poking at tents, broken carts, blood stains, talking to people who all want something. Then the game throws you into turn based combat out of nowhere, and for a moment you almost forget there is sex at all, until after you win and she thanks you with her mouth in a quiet corner, on her knees, your view locked right in POV as her lips stretch around you. There’s this scene where you finish a dungeon, half dead, armor cracked, and the other love interest, colder, sharper, with that perfect body that looks like it was made to be pressed against a stone wall, just grabs you by the collar and drags you into a ruined chapel. She talks about strategies and sides in the war while stroking you lazily with her hand, like it’s nothing, like you’re just another weapon she oils before a battle. I hated how sometimes the teasing goes on too long, how the game lets you wander three screens clicking empty barrels instead of pushing you back into her arms, but then that slow pace makes it hotter when it finally breaks and she drops to all fours, back arched, tits swinging while you pound her from behind as if the whole world outside is burning. Which it kind of is, with all that graphic violence splattered around, heads split, bodies on spikes, and then suddenly you’re in a tent with soft candlelight, her lips shiny with spit and your cum, talking about who you should support in this stupid war like it’s pillow talk.

I liked that the male protagonist is not some mute wall of muscles, he throws small comments, gets confused, sometimes sounds like a horny idiot who pretends he cares more about honor than about getting his dick sucked, and that feels very real. I had this one moment where I chose to help some poor bastard on the roadside, and it turned into a bloody mess, cut throats, dark magic, and afterward one of the girls looked at me like I was her personal hero, slid under my cloak and started slow oral right there behind a broken wagon, while the sky glowed red from burning villages. It aroused me and also annoyed me because the controls in that scene felt fiddly, like the cursor just refused to land where I wanted, and I kept thinking about that instead of focusing on the way her tongue moved. But then she looked up with cum on her lips and laughed, and I forgot my little complaints for a while. The world feels heavy, any step might drag you into another fight, another dungeon, another choice about who lives, who dies, who gets to ride your cock in a dirty cave with echoes of moans mixing with screams from somewhere far away. It all tastes like metal and sex, like sweat on bare skin under armor, like being torn between going home or staying just one more night in this cursed place because you want to see her on top again, tits bouncing in rhythm with the turn based beating of your enemies outside the tent. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?