Ellie from that zombie game and Lara from those old temple raider days stuck together in one filthy, horny mess is already kind of illegal, but the way this thing uses their feet is what actually surprised me. It starts almost innocent, like some weird fanfic fantasy where a regular dude ends up with both of them under his control, and you think “ok ok, just another basic porn parody”. Then you realize the whole focus is on socks and how much abuse you can squeeze out of a single sweaty foot. The game treats socks like gear, like actual tools for humiliation, not just decoration. You’re pulling Ellie’s dirty socks off slow while she glares at you, toes curling, and Lara is in the background with those tight sport socks still on, being forced to stroke you off with them while acting all proud and pissed at the same time. It’s fucked up and kind of funny.

What I liked is how often it lets you push them from “annoyed” into “broken-in toy” during actual sex, not just in some text box. One scene that stuck with me: you’ve already used Ellie’s feet, made her rub you until she’s breathing hard and confused, and instead of jumping straight to normal penetration, you pin her down in missionary, keep her ankles pressed against your shoulders, and the camera keeps cutting back to her soles. Not her face, not your dick, just those feet twitching while you slam into her. Meanwhile Lara is ordered to kneel at the side, licking your balls like some obedient slave, still wearing one sock, and that stupid detail somehow makes it nastier. Then later you flip Lara into doggystyle, really rough, hair pulled, face pushed down, and she’s forced to rub you with her feet between thrusts, basically getting used like a multi tool. It’s actually a bit much when you chain everything together: harassment, domination, rough fucking, feet in your face, them gagging on you, and you keep going anyway because the game kind of encourages you to be a selfish bastard. At some point I realized the male protagonist doesn’t even feel like a “character”, he’s more like a cock with dialogue, but in this type of hardcore crossover it weirdly fits. The AI-generated CG sometimes looks slightly off, like Ellie’s toes bending wrong or Lara’s expression clipping into weird “half angry half bored” mode, yet those little imperfections give the scenes this trashy bootleg energy that matches the whole vibe. You’re not here for romance, or plot, or to be a good person. You’re here to grab two famous girls by the throat, use their mouths, their pussies, their asses, and especially their socks and feet, and then pretend later it was “just parody” when you close the tab.

Athena’s Revenge feels like someone smashed a Greek myth book, a porn folder, and a metal album cover together, then said “yeah, that’s fine, ship it.” You’re dropped into this hellish road trip with Stheno and Euryale, the kind of monster girls who look like they’d ruin your life and then complain you didn’t last long enough. It kicks off right after the last mess, no hand holding, no recap, just “we’re going to Hell to get Athena back, and we’ll fuck or murder anything that gets in the way.” Sometimes both. The world is all red glow, chains, and wet noises, with that chunky animated style where tits and asses move like they have their own physics engine. The first time Stheno walks toward the camera and her ass jiggles inside that armor, I actually paused and rewound like some horny archaeologist doing “research.”

The sex scenes are where the game stops pretending it’s about plot and just leans in hard. You’ve got monster girls with curves that make zero anatomical sense, demons with way too many tongues, futa surprise scenes that kinda sneak up on you in the best way, and this whole harem energy where every new ally or enemy feels like, “Ok, when do I get to ride that?” There’s one moment early on where the group hits a demon outpost, and instead of just slaughter, you get this interrogation that turns into a blowjob competition. Euryale on her knees, drool stringing, the demon’s cock throbbing in closeup while Stheno watches with this jealous smirk, like she’s annoyed but also kinda turned on. Then Igret shows up later, smug succubus queen, and her scenes are just filth. She wraps her tail around your neck, pushes you between her thighs, and it cuts between her face, that lazy half-lidded look, and her pussy grinding in your mouth while the background is literally burning. It’s stupidly hot. Then suddenly the story wants to be serious, talking about revenge and divine punishment, while a demon girl with huge tits is still panting on the floor from getting railed in the last scene. The tonal whiplash is hilarious and also… I liked it. Maybe. I think.

There’s a surprisingly nasty edge to the violence though. Heads get ripped off, guts spill, some angels and demons die screaming, and then five minutes later someone’s face deep in a slick pussy like it’s a reward screen. The harassment stuff is very in-your-face too, demons grabbing, groping, pinning the girls against walls, and the game flirts with that line where you go “hmm, ok, this is hot but also damn, dude.” Some scenes lean hard into that forced vibe, others flip it and the girls are the predators, like when Stheno pins a lesser demon, sits on his face, and tells him if he stops licking she’ll cut his tongue out. I kinda love her, kinda fear her, kinda wanna ask her to step on me. What really stuck in my head though is one tiny detail: the way saliva and cum are animated during oral. It clings to lips, stretches, drips on boobs, sticks to thighs, and they show it from these close angles that made me lean toward the screen like an idiot. At one point a demon girl swallows and a little bit spills out the corner of her mouth, trails down to her big tits, and I had to pause just to stare. Meanwhile, the choices you make in dialogue pretend to matter, sometimes they do, sometimes they don’t, but I still clicked like it’s Tinder with extra steps. And that one background sound in the citadel, that low humming thing? It got into my head and annoyed me for the rest of the playthrough, and I kept thinking I’d find an option to turn it off, but no, it just stayed there, buzzing, like a mosquito with a sound fetish.

You wake up in the car with your neck hurting like shit, seatbelt half twisted, phone buzzing with that one stupid notification about a “business meeting with Furina”, and from that moment the game just quietly tells you, yeah, something is wrong and you’re not getting a normal day. It feels like those mornings after you fell asleep grinding in Genshin and then dream leaks and memes got into your brain, only this time the dream walked out into your world instead. The game plays it like a reverse portal story: she is the one ending up here, in your boring modern city, in your cramped little corporate life, and you’re stuck doing this weird dance of “I’m a professional adult” while your cock and your curiosity are both completely not professional at all. The jokes land in that cheap, shitpost way, like some horny dev fused a doujin, a Discord server and one of those “AI generated” fan pics that look almost right but the eyes are a bit too knowing. Furina acts like your boss but also like she is cosplaying being human, and in between her playful bullying and fake HR talk she slowly starts pushing you into more… hands-on “meetings”.

What I like is how the choices always start tame and then spiral. You get something like: “Answer politely” or “Flirt a bit” and you think, ok, no big deal, and ten clicks later she is on your lap in the parked car, your seat pushed back, her fingers wrapped lazily around your dick while she keeps talking about quarterly reports with that smug look like she knows you’re two taps away from nutting in your pants. There is this one route where you try to stay strictly work focused, and she punishes you for it by going even harder on the teasing. Like, she kneels in front of you under the desk, “checking the wiring,” and your only real control is whether you look down at her or pretend it’s not happening while feeling her lips slide around your tip, slow and wet and way too noisy for an open-plan office. The oral scenes feel properly filthy, especially when she keeps that fake managerial tone while choking on you, mascara already a bit fucked, and the art leans into that AI-slick style where everything is slightly too perfect. Sometimes the fingers look off, yeah, or a stray strand of hair melts into the background if you stare long enough, but honestly when she is staring up at you with her mouth full, tongue pressed under the shaft, you don’t exactly care about anatomy errors. Kind of wish there was a fully cold, cruel route where she uses you more without softening, but the game keeps bringing her back to this bratty, chaotic energy that somehow feels nicer than it should. I’m not complaining. Actually I am, but I still kept replaying to see every way she could drag me from anxious “meeting” to completely used and emptied in places I shouldn’t be fucking my boss at all.

You start out as this total nobody who smells more like a stable than a royal bedroom, and somehow you end up wearing a young noble’s clothes that definitely cost more than your whole miserable life. It feels a bit like borrowing someone’s expensive Steam account and hoping they never log in again. One minute you’re just trying not to starve, next minute you’re sitting at a fancy medieval court pretending you know which spoon to use while your dick is trying to salute every pair of tits in the hall. And there are a lot of tits. Big, soft, gravity-challenging tits stuffed into tight dresses that were clearly not designed by someone thinking about “modesty”.

The game basically throws you into this court full of horny problems. You’ve got sharp-tongued noble ladies, a redhead who looks like she could stab you or ride you, maybe both, blondes whose boobs arrive in the room three seconds before the rest of their body, and that one proper-looking girl who blushes hard when you say something dirty but doesn’t actually walk away. You move scene to scene like a visual novel, picking choices, trying to sound like a real noble while secretly thinking about what those huge asses look like out of the gown. Some scenes are all politics and “my lord, the harvest this, the taxes that”, and then you blink and suddenly the count’s niece is on your lap, breast pressed in your face, asking if all commoners are as “strong” as you. That particular achievement should be called “From Beggar To Boobjob in 5 Dialog Options”.

It looks more like a fantasy porn comic than a game sometimes, with these 3D-style images where the curves are turned up to eleven. The girls have those big round asses that stretch the fabric so much you’re sure the seams are one hip sway away from turning into a live sex show. I kept pausing just to stare at the way the light hits the side of a tit popping out of a corset. Someone clearly spent too long sculpting nipples. Not that I’m complaining. Ok, I’m complaining a bit: there’s this one background that repeats in a couple scenes and every time I noticed the same stupid candle on a table and it pulled my brain out of the moment for half a second. Anyway.

Best moments happen when the game makes you choose between being a smooth fake noble or a greedy bastard. One path, you talk nice, keep your disguise safe, slowly build romance with a girl who actually trusts you. Next path, you go full perv, corner the busty blonde in a quiet corridor, and let the “wrong” choice lead to her on her knees with her dress half off and lipstick smeared across your cock. I liked how a small choice in a boring court talk suddenly unlocks a filthy scene much later. Like, there was this time I backed up a certain lady in a land dispute just because her cleavage distracted me, and much later she “rewarded” my loyalty by riding me in a barn, moaning loud enough the horses probably got jealous. On another run I pissed her off and that whole route just died quietly, which hurt more than it should.

The writing swings between playful flirting and straight-up porn dialogue. One minute you’re talking about alliances between houses, next minute she’s gasping “fill me up, my lord” while her huge breasts bounce in detailed CG. It’s kind of funny how serious the story pretends to be when everybody is just a few lines away from getting railed. And yeah, you do get that sweet “I might actually care about her” romance feeling with some of the girls, right before the scene turns into a sweaty tangle of limbs, cum and messy hair. If you’re the kind of player who tries to see every ending, this thing is like a maze of boobs, choices and save files. My advice: abuse multiple saves like a degenerate archivist, chase every suspicious dialog option that sounds like it might lead behind a locked bedroom door, and never trust a redhead offering you wine while sitting a little too close.

Stormhill looks fancy at first, all gold roofs and clean streets, but the game makes it feel dirty in a good way pretty fast. You’re the spoiled heir everyone secretly hates, walking through this city like you own every brick, and yeah, you kind of do. But the best parts are when that rich boy attitude crashes right into raw, sweaty street sex. One moment you’re being polite in some high-class hall, the next you’ve got a girl with ridiculous tits bent over a balcony while the whole district is right under you. The camera loves to sit a bit back, like it’s peeking, so half the time you feel like a creep watching your own scenes. There’s this bit early on where you corner a girl who pretends she’s too proud for you, all noble and cold, and then two lines later she has your cock in her mouth, mascara smudging while you hold her head and just use her throat. I thought it would feel generic, but the way she slowly stops pushing your hands away and starts going deeper on her own… yeah, that stuck in my head way too long. I still hate the font they use in the dialogue though. It’s stupidly small on mobile and I keep squinting, then forgetting I was even mad once her ass jiggles again in the next animation.

What really works is how the “gang building” thing is just an excuse to collect a harem that all needs to be put in their place. They say you’re trying to escape your father’s control, but half your choices are about how hard you’re going to control everyone else. There’s this scene in a dusty warehouse where you’re “negotiating” with a rival’s girl. Negotiation ends with her pinned against some crates, panties pushed to the side, and you sliding into her while she’s still trying to talk big. You grab her tits, they’re huge and soft, and you can watch the exact second she breaks, legs wrapping around you while you pound her ass so hard the boxes behind her start shaking. The game lets you choose to finish in her or pull out, but be honest, nobody is pulling out here. The creampie close-ups are stupidly detailed, like the camera gets almost too close, cum leaking back out while she’s still trembling and whispering your name. Later, there’s an alley scene where you’re supposed to just watch two side girls fool around, licking each other and grinding, and I swear I was planning to keep it “romantic”, then the option to join pops up and suddenly you’re shoving your dick into one while the other sits on your face. I think I hated that scene. Yeah. Totally hated it. The anal bits hit harder than I expected too, especially one rooftop moment where you press a girl against the railing, slide into her pussy first, get her all wet and noisy, then slowly push into her ass while she claws at the stone and begs you not to stop. It’s rough, it’s messy, and the game loves to linger on your hands groping every curve like they belong to you already. I opened it “just to test it” on my phone while waiting for a food delivery, and fifteen minutes later I’m hunched over my screen, thumb tapping through dialogue, completely forgetting I even ordered anything. The story tries to play deep with empires and politics and all that, but it honestly works better when it drops the serious act and just lets you be the absolute bastard king of a city full of big tits, big asses, and mouths that keep saying no while their bodies do something very different.

Vault 69 feels like somebody took a Fallout parody, spilled a full Pornhub search history on it, and then said “yeah ok, this is the plot now”. You play as the only useful dick in an underground vault that ran out of common sense and condoms at the same time. The Overseer basically pats you on the shoulder and says “go breed, champ”, while the whole place is full of desperate, half-broken, half-horny people that somehow still find time to argue about rations and power supply. It’s not subtle. It’s not trying to be smart. It just throws you into a post-apoc mess where your cock is both resource and weapon. You walk around the vault, talk to girls who are clearly one bad day from snapping, and every choice is like a weird mix of dating sim and HR management, if HR was about who gets to swallow and who only gets it up the ass.

What I liked is that the game doesn’t pretend sex is soft or romantic. It’s rough, dirty, and sometimes a little fucked up in the head. You’ve got big-titted slaves, “volunteers” that are clearly not okay, raiders topside who think “negotiation” means forcing the protagonist to prove his value by breaking in new captives. One scene had me trying a pickup line like “Let’s save humanity together” and the girl actually laughed at me before forcing me to go down on her as “practice” for future breeding candidates. Another time I tried a more aggressive line, something like “Bend over the desk, I’m tired of talking”, and she just locked the door and went full dom on me instead, using my face on the chair and calling it “evaluation”. The game loves flipping your expectations like that. Sometimes your cheesy line works and opens a new hardcore scene, sometimes it gets you punched, sometimes it triggers a weird management event about population stress where you’re suddenly filling forms after filling holes. And yeah, those stupid little stat prompts that pop up on screen, they feel like Excel sheet made horny. I hated it. I also kind of liked it. I don’t know.

Outside the vault it gets nastier and funnier at the same time. You meet wasteland chicks who are way more dangerous than the gun they’re holding, and somehow the dialogue still makes room for cringe pickup attempts. Had a moment where I tried to be smooth with a raider girl, something like “You look like trouble, I like trouble”, and she just put a boot on my chest and told me I’ll “earn the pussy” by bringing her slaves to trade. Next thing I know, I’m back in the vault doing this awkward loop of cold resource management and hot, brutal sex, trying to decide who gets treated like a person and who gets used like equipment. The violence can be a bit much sometimes, honestly, but the world is so broken it weirdly fits. I wish there were more soft scenes where characters just fuck for fun, not duty, but this setting is not really about cozy cuddling anyway. It’s about mouths full, asses sore, power plays everywhere, and you stuck in the middle pretending your shitty pickup lines are actually saving civilization. At least when I alt-tabbed to check Discord after a particularly harsh anal scene, my brain needed a second to remember that in real life, people don’t usually ask “What’s your breeding quota today?” so I guess the immersion works a little too well.

This thing starts with a goddess basically catfishing you. She gives you the whole “save the world from titans” story, all dramatic and holy, but from the first few clicks it’s obvious she mostly wants to throw you into a horny parody universe where plot is just a polite excuse to make the Attack on Titan girls open their legs for you. You play Takashi, this totally average guy who reacts to getting isekai’d with just the right amount of “holy shit” and “ok but where are the tits.” The tone swings between goofy and shamelessly filthy, and it kind of works. One minute they’re talking about humanity’s last hope, next minute Mikasa is on her knees, hair messy, with that dead-serious face still on while she’s choking on your cock like it’s part of the military training. It feels wrong in exactly the way you came here for.

The “multiverse” thing is really just an excuse: different scenes, different setups, same target. You pop around this twisted version of the walls and barracks, and all the familiar locations are slightly off, like a porn parody that forgot to be subtle. There’s banter, there are stupid jokes at all the right times, like the goddess nagging you that if you keep choosing the lewd options the timeline is fucked, while the game itself keeps rewarding you for going full degener*te. At one point I picked a “heroic” dialogue choice by mistake and the scene turned almost sweet for a moment, which felt more illegal than the actual sex. Then the next click had Mikasa grinding on you, riding you with this cold, focused look, like she’s trying to break a training dummy, except it’s your dick. The CG style fits the anime vibe enough so your brain instantly goes “oh, that’s her,” and then it drops the panties and the illusion of canon in the same second. It’s crude, sometimes lazy, sometimes weirdly on point. I hated how the text occasionally repeats the same teasing line, but my hand apparently did not care.

The best bits are when the game remembers it’s supposed to be funny and horny at the same time. Like when the goddess complains you’re corrupting every timeline and then quietly adds a new “nasty” option to the menu. Or when Takashi pretends he’s trying to save humanity while obviously aiming for “save my balls from being full.” If you want to squeeze the most juice out of it, don’t just skip straight to the money shots. Click the sillier choices, let the scenes breathe, piss off the goddess a bit, and take your time watching Mikasa slowly go from stoic soldier to dick-drunk mess. That’s where the game actually feels like a lewd fan letter to the anime, written by someone who watched way too many “what if she sat on my face” TikToks and finally snapped.

You wake up in this quiet little town with that annoying feeling that you already fucked up something before even getting out of bed. The locals look at you too long, like they know you from somewhere, but when you push them on it they just smile and act normal. That fake small-town nice. Then suddenly you’re bent over a table in the back of some workshop with a horny wolfman grinding against your ass, and he’s whispering your name like you’ve done this ten times already. You feel every slow push inside, claws on your hips, your own cock pressed against the cold wood. You cum hard, he fills you, it feels too sharp and too real to be a dream. And then you blink and you’re back in your room, clean, alone, your stamina bar exactly where you left it. No mess, no scent, no one remembers shit. Except you.

That’s the main kink here, I think. The game keeps gaslighting you with your own orgasms. You explore town in this loose sandbox style, poking into alleys, stables, a shitty little church that clearly isn’t holy anymore, and every place has someone who either wants to jerk you off, chain you up, or “help you relax” with their tongue. Sometimes you’re in control, like when you grab the cocky fox boy by the throat and shove him to his knees for a sloppy blowjob, making him gag while you hold his ears like a controller. Other times you misjudge your condition, your health drops too low, and you black out right when things get rough. Next scene, you’re waking up with bite marks on your thighs, cum still dripping from your used asshole in the text, but the town pretends nothing is wrong. That part messed with me a bit more than I expected. Like soft psychological horror, just with more anal creampies and collars.

Sex variety is wild but it’s not trying to be “epic” or fancy. You’ve got beasts pinning you down in the barn, a smug cat guy who only gives handjobs at first and then slowly corrupts you into taking him deeper every time, a priest who absolutely does not follow any book I’ve ever seen, public groping when you walk around too worn out and clearly begging for it with your body language. You think you’re topping, but the game loves flipping that on you. One moment you’re dominating some shy dogboy, slapping his ass while you fuck him, next loop he’s the one shoving your face into the pillow and fucking you raw because “you looked tired again”. The transformation stuff sneaks up slowly, too. Little changes after loops. Maybe your cock gets thicker, maybe you wake up with a tail and nobody comments on it like it’s totally normal. That detail feels very chiptune in my brain actually, like when a melody shifts one note and suddenly the whole groove feels off, but cool.

Multiple endings are there but the game doesn’t treat them like a big thing. It feels more like you’re nudging a corrupt save file and seeing how much more broken you can make the town and yourself. Go more submissive and you end up basically the town toy, used in alleys, filled and forgotten. Push more dominant and suddenly you’re the one corrupting them, turning “nice” villagers into cock hungry pets who don’t even understand why they crave you. And still, every “day” you wake up in that same damn room, like a soft reset with cum-stained memories only you can see. It’s all pretty fucked, in a good way, and a little bit in a bad way I don’t actually want fixed. If they polished it too much, it would lose that weird glitchy horny-dream vibe it has right now.

Year 2990, deep space, and you’re basically the kid your teachers warned each other about. Fresh out of school, still smelling like trouble and cheap synth-alcohol, one stupid fight with a pissed-off teacher flips your whole life sideways. His punch doesn’t just send you to the floor, it scrambles your brain in the weirdest way possible. Now your head is glitching with flashes of the future: little clips, seconds ahead, sometimes minutes, sometimes just enough to see someone’s clothes hit the ground before they even start unbuttoning. Not exactly the heroic superpower they write old holo-comics about, but in this universe, that kind of cheat code gets attention fast.

Next thing you know, you’re on a ship pointed at Andromeda. Not a rusty trash hauler, either. This thing is a flying sin palace with a mission attached. Whole crew full of women who look like they stepped out of some NSFW tagged folder you don’t talk about on main Discord. Big curves, tight suits that are clearly not designed for “safety”, and personalities that swing from sweet to absolutely feral depending who you’re talking to. There’s the one who pretends she hates your guts but keeps ending up alone with you in narrow corridors, pressing you into bulkheads and whispering in your ear. The scientist who talks about gene samples for way too long but somehow you both end up naked in a lab chair, her riding you slowly while pretending this is “for research”. And that pilot with the uniform two sizes too small, leaning over the console in front of you so her ass fills your entire view, calmly asking for your “guidance” on a new route like she doesn’t know exactly what she’s doing.

The future flashes mess with everything. You’re flirting and suddenly you see ten seconds ahead: her hand wrapping around your cock under the table in the mess hall. Or you kiss her and your brain jumps forward to the moment you’re buried deep inside her, her nails in your back, legs shaking while you fill her up. Then you snap back and have to pretend you’re not already hard. Sometimes you screw it up completely, say the “right” line too early, and she shuts down on you. Other times you nail it, say exactly what she needs, and it turns into this perfect run where you tease her all evening, then end up on her bunk, hips slamming, her begging you not to pull out while the ship’s engines hum under your feet. Yeah, there’s the whole “build a new world, make contact with aliens” thing going on, lots of big choices, politics, colonies, whatever. But half the time you’re in your cabin DMs, juggling three different girls, trying not to mix up who likes it slow and who wants you to pin her face-first into the mattress and pound her until her voice goes hoarse, leaving her dripping and full of your cum while you get that little flash of tomorrow, where she’s rubbing her belly and wondering if this time you knocked her up.

Everything plays out like a messed up dating sim wired straight into your dick and your bad decisions. You spend breakfast pretending to read mission reports while remembering how last night you had one of them on the bridge console, tits bouncing, your hands full of her ass while she moaned loud enough the ship AI politely raised the music volume. Sometimes you fuck up a choice and end up just getting a quick handjob in a storage room instead of the long, slow fuck you saw in your vision, and it actually stings a bit, like you missed a secret route. Other times you turn a small moment into a full-on harem scene: a future flash of two girls kneeling between your legs, swapping your cock between their mouths, one stroking your balls while the other begs you to cum in her mouth first, and you spend the whole day quietly pushing all the right buttons to make it happen. When it finally does, when both of them end up straddling you one after the other, slick and needy, taking your cum deep inside and moaning when they feel you throb and spill, you realize this isn’t just about being some space hero. It’s about how far you can push it, how many hearts and bodies you can collect around you, turning that glitch in your brain into a path toward a whole galaxy of warm thighs, messy creampies, and a harem that looks at you like you’re not just some punk who threw a punch at the wrong guy, but the center of their universe.