Game feels like someone grabbed Sword Art vibes, soaked them in jealousy and cum, then forgot to clean up the mess. In a good way. Kinda. You start as this pretty average guy who just wants to grind mobs, level gear, and then grind his hot VR girlfriend in the love hotel after. She’s got that classic big tits, big ass, school uniform thing going, but the dev keeps teasing more than giving at first. Lots of slow camera pans, skirt lifting, the way her thighs squeeze together when she pretends to be embarrassed. She’s like a burlesque routine in a sailor uniform, all “no no no” while her bra is already halfway off. In my head I was already planning how I’d do a fan dance to that scene, drop the fans right when she goes down on you in the alley behind the school. But anyway, then Inoda shows up with his stupid “stealth” thing and his weak-looking avatar and suddenly the game stops being just about you milking your girl and starts being about “who’s watching who” a lot.

What I really liked is how the combat and the sex are tied together, but not in that forced way where every fight is just a porn scene with HP bars. The turn based stuff is simple, but the tension is from “ok if I fuck up this boss again, I have to watch Inoda be alone with her… again.” You can feel that VRMMO addict rhythm: log in, grind, party with your girl, then there’s this extra guy third-wheeling, always “needing help” with something. At first you’re just happy to show off, like, yeah, look at my girl heal you, look at her cute butt in that armor. Then the camera starts doing those POV shots when she leans a bit too close to him on the field, or she laughs at one of his lame jokes, and you see his hand accidentally brush her tits in the crowded teleport lobby. Accidentally. Sure. I hate how the game makes you watch that. I also love it. It’s like a slow striptease that’s not for you anymore. In one dungeon, you’re fighting some big monster thing, and there’s this moment where he goes down, she runs over to “check on him,” and the game gives you this little voyeur angle of her ass tight in that skirt as she bends over him. My brain went straight to a chair dance choreography, grinding on some invisible guy while my real partner has to watch and pretend it’s just “part of the act.” Except here it’s not an act. Or it is, but you’re the audience, not the star.

The real fun is when the stealth stuff kicks in outside the actual game. You get that feeling something is off before the protagonist does. He’s still like “we’re just helping a friend,” while I’m staring at the screen yelling, “dude, he’s literally using his skill on your life.” There’s a scene where you log out of the VR world and you’re back in school, and suddenly Inoda is just there, talking to her like they’re classmates for ages. No fanfare. No build up. Just casual little touches, her laughing, his eyes sliding down to her chest for a half second too long. You can tell she notices and doesn’t pull away fast enough. The game loves this teasing stage: half-gropes on the train, her blouse stretched, that one shot where his hand is way too low on her waist, and you know if he moves two centimeters he’s palming her ass. It keeps dangling the line between exhibitionism and netorare. She’s still “your” girl, calling you darling, sitting on your lap in your room, jerking you off under the desk while you talk about game strategy. Then suddenly she’s texting someone behind your back, and the next time you’re in VR, Inoda’s character is doing better than he should, like someone’s been giving him late-night one-on-one tutorials. You get these animated sex scenes that feel like they’re building to the classic happy creampie ending, you buried deep inside her pussy, she moans your name, your cum spilling out, that warm “she’s mine” feeling. Except then you notice a tiny detail, like the mark on her neck that you didn’t put there, or she slips and uses the wrong name, or the camera angle feels off, like you’re not the only one watching. It’s small stuff like that that stuck with me, more than the actual blowjob scenes. Those are fine. Good throat sounds, decent animations. But the real kick is that slow sinking feeling when you realize the voyeur in this game might not be you. Or maybe it is, but you’re watching your own role fade, one thrust at a time.

Lily’s manor feels less like a “setting” and more like some horny group chat that accidentally turned into a religion. You’re this smug futa noble with a holy title slapped on top, walking around a house full of maids who have somehow decided your cock is basically divine scripture. It starts simple. You wander the halls, poke your nose into rooms you probably shouldn’t, talk shit, choose some dialogue, watch the girls react. One maid gets flustered when you tease her about praying for your “blessing” and two scenes later she’s on her knees giving that “blessing” the slowest, sloppiest oral in front of an altar like that’s totally normal. It’s half sex game, half “what if Catholic guilt but everyone actually likes it”.

The wild thing is how casual the corruption hits. First, you think: okay, cute nun outfit on this maid, standard stuff. Then you notice how the game keeps pushing that religious angle. Confessions that turn into handjobs. A “purity test” that is literally just Lily ordering a virgin maid to strip and bend over because “we must check for temptation.” There’s a nice little management loop hiding under all the lewd too. You assign maids to duties, pick who goes to the dungeon with you, who stays home, who you “reward” after a long day. Dungeon runs are just classic turn based fights, nothing fancy, but the context makes them funny. You’re beating up monster girls, then five minutes later you’re fucking them into your harem like it’s part of their onboarding process. One slime girl scene caught me off guard: she tries to drown Lily, combat ends, then the game calmly flips straight to Lily balls deep in her while we get that internal view, little animated pulse, and you just sit there like “yeah, that escalated fast.”

I kept telling myself I would focus on one girl, stay loyal, see her whole arc. That lasted until the older maid with the big ass and fake “I’m too mature for this” attitude walked in with a tray and Lily just ordered her to suck her off under the table during a serious talk about “faith.” The game loves that mix of silly and fucked up. There’s ***-ish stuff, some straight up harassment, and then it cracks a joke about house rules in the same scene. You’ll have a futa on futa titfuck against a stained glass backdrop like some kind of cursed church poster, then next room is a shy girl masturbating with a sex toy she “borrowed from storage” and trying not to get caught. Multiple protagonists pop in too, which is weird at first. Suddenly you’re not Lily, you’re one of the maids sneaking into Lily’s room to taste the “holy seed” while she sleeps, and the game just rolls with it. Group scenes get messy fast, creampies everywhere, nuns losing their faith between Lily’s legs, monster girls joining the dogpile, some lesbian side route that pretends Lily isn’t watching from the doorway. It’s all very animated in a way that makes you feel like the manor is alive and kind of sick in the head. My only real complaint is that one door near the chapel that makes the same annoying sound effect every time you click it, but I still kept coming back to it, hoping there was a scene hidden behind it where Lily corrupts the last stubborn virgin and crowns herself “Saint of Bad Decisions” or something.

This one feels like some horny yaoi doujin artist got drunk, played a couple old-school RPGs on an emulator, and said “ok, but what if everything had dicks and bad decisions.” You start off in this starving farm village where two boys basically cling to each other to stay sane and horny at the same time. Rascal is your main dumbass, all emotions and abs, totally obsessed with his childhood friend, convinced “love will fix everything” while monsters are literally shoving tentacles into people two screens away. The village gets fucked over by the kingdom, everyone dragged off to this place called Satan’s Prison, and you go from cuddly poor romance to “gay disaster shonen hero” in like five clicks. It shouldn’t work, but it kinda does, because the game never slows down to ask if you’re ok with it. It just throws you from one weird situation to another, like “oh no, my whole village is enslaved, also this femboy with cat ears wants to milk me now.”

The RPG part is there, obviously, but it’s less about strategy and more about “how many bad horny choices can I stack before the next scene.” You wander around, smack some monsters, then suddenly you’re getting pinned by a monster girl with too many legs who calls you “bride” while the censor bars do their little pathetic job of “hiding” stuff. They don’t hide much, by the way. The censored bits feel like those cheap mosaic edits in old Japanese hentai, where your brain happily fills the gaps and makes it filthier. Combat is kind of basic, but the game keeps dropping little kinks in the middle of it, like a skill that clearly only exists so some tentacles have an excuse to grab you, or a “training” scene with the elder that pretends to be about power but is just an excuse to make Rascal whimper and kneel. And that elder? Absolute menace. He talks like a wise old sage, but every time he “helps” you get stronger, your clothes come off and someone ends up leaking something. There’s one moment where you’re supposed to be grieving, super dramatic, and the game just throws a futa demon in your face like “cheer up, kid, suck this.” It should break the mood, but the mood was already broken the second a femboy trap in frilly shorts called you “onii-chan” in a prison corridor.

What surprised me is how the romance between the two boys somehow stays sweet even when everything else goes off the rails. You’re getting railed by tentacles, seduced by monster girls with dripping tongues, teased by smug femboys with censored bulges you can clearly see the shape of, and still the game keeps reminding you that Rascal just wants to save his guy from Satan’s Prison and kiss him in peace. It’s almost annoying how earnest it gets, like “bro, I’m literally covered in slime right now, don’t talk about eternal love,” but that contrast makes the filthy parts hit harder. One minute you’re in town buying potions on autopilot, next minute there’s a scene in a barn with a shy trap character who pretends to be innocent until you check under the skirt and then suddenly you’re the one getting pushed against the wall. The pacing is a mess, the morality is non-existent, some scenes feel way too long and there’s one sound effect in a tentacle scene that honestly made me want to mute my speakers forever, but when the game goes full absurd horny anime, it kind of owns it. Best way to play it? Turn your brain volume to low, let every wrong dialogue choice happen, lose on purpose a few times to see what the monsters do to you, and don’t rush to save anyone. Satan’s Prison isn’t going anywhere, and those tentacles are way too motivated.

In a world where ninjas clash and secrets lurk, Naruto Uzumaki suddenly finds himself drowning in debts. Evicted from his cramped apartment, his options crumble fast, forcing him to seek out Tsunade for help. But when he arrives, he’s stunned to learn she’s blown her savings at the casino, leaving her pockets just as empty as his.

With nowhere else to turn, Naruto ends up under Tsunade’s roof, setting off a chain of wild, provocative encounters neither could have predicted. Their daily life spirals into a bizarre mix of teasing tension and risqué escapades that blur the lines between master and student, authority and desire. Tsunade’s big tits and commanding presence fuel Naruto’s growing obsession, while he struggles to keep control in this twisted dance of power and pleasure.

This isn’t just another RPG about shinobi battles, it’s a sandbox playground where Naruto’s journey is as much about navigating intense sexual politics as it is about survival. Between groping sessions, heated confrontations, and raw moments of vulnerability, each interaction pushes the boundaries of their relationship. Lady Tsunade’s dominance becomes a tantalizing trap, while Naruto’s youthful defiance ignites sparks that can’t be ignored.

The game throws in familiar faces too - Hinata Hyuga’s shy glances, Sakura Haruno’s fiery outbursts, Ino Yamanaka’s sly smirks, and even Anko Mitarashi’s provocative allure. Shizune and Tenten pop up with their own brand of teasing, turning every school-like setting into a hotbed of tension and forbidden desires. Animated 2DCG sequences bring every sultry glance and bold move to life, making the experience impossible to look away from.

Though the story pretends to be about Naruto’s rent troubles, it’s really just an excuse for nonstop adult fun. With male domination themes running strong, you get to take control of Naruto’s fate, deciding how far he’ll go to satisfy his cravings while trying to survive the madness around him.

Every corner of this game drips with parody and raw energy, flipping the ninja world upside down and exposing its darkest, dirtiest secrets. Whether you’re teasing Lady Tsunade or getting caught in a sensual showdown with Sakura, this is one raucous adventure that doesn’t hold back.

If you crave an animated, 2D RPG where lust and power collide, this twisted tale of Naruto and Tsunade waiting to unfold is ready to pull you in deep. Don’t just watch their story - become part of it, and unleash the naughty side of the ninja world.

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

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

Lazuli is that kind of protagonist you usually see as a side joke in hentai: horny mad scientist, weird potions, zero moral brakes. Here she’s the center of everything, and the whole game just leans into that idea of “what if a futa alchemist decided the world is her test lab and every girl she likes is a guinea pig with tits.” The Cumcoction is her proud invention, but it behaves more like a jealous deity than a simple drug. One drop and a shy virgin trainer girl suddenly starts grinding on a table corner; a proud swordswoman wakes up from “just a drink” with hazy memories, cum leaking out of her ass, and a faint sense that she liked it way too much. The story keeps this strange mix of silly and fucked‑up: Lazuli talks about alchemy like a nerd who reads too many grimoires, but then she’s also the same maniac who will jerk off behind a curtain, whispering little comments while a corrupted Hinata worships her cock with both hands and mouth, drool everywhere, eyes shining with that brainwashed devotion hentai artists love so much. Scenes go from goofy experimentation to really mean stuff: blackmail with magically recorded voyeur footage, “accidental” sleep sex justified with bullshit pseudo‑science, and that slow corruption arc where proud heroines from worlds like Naruto, My Hero Academia, Dragon Ball, Fairy Tail, One Piece or Pokémon tumble down from “No, never” to “Fine, just my hand” to “Why does it feel empty when you pull out?” without even noticing how far they fell.

What makes it weirdly charming is how inconsistent Lazuli is as a character. One moment she’s doing an almost tender titfuck with someone like Nico Robin, clearly enjoying the shape of those big soft breasts, carefully smearing cum on them like she’s painting. Next moment she’s using transformation tricks so suddenly Serena or Nessa find themselves with a fat new cock between their legs, panic mixing with arousal while Lazuli explains in that smug voice how “temporary” it is, then pushes them into group sex anyway. The game uses that 2D and 3D mix in a dirty way: sometimes you get a short animated loop of a character like Erza or Android 18 taking anal, her ass bouncing and jiggling, and then it cuts back to static art for the aftermath, thick creampie dripping while Lazuli notes something in her research book. It feels like a porn lab notebook: handjob success rates, mind control side effects, level of groping tolerated before resistance drops. There are cute slices of perv life too, like Lazuli just watching Nami and Lillie masturbate separately under a subtle spell, legs shaking, completely unaware they’re being observed like experimental mice, or a harem scene where Kushina, Hinata and Sarada end up sharing the same futa cock, half from drugged lust, half from Lazuli’s shameless manipulation. The tone never fully decides if this is still “fun” corruption or already full damnation, and honestly that’s what keeps it interesting: you’re stuck in that sticky line where fantasy, mind control, blackmail, anal, vaginal, sleep sex, creampies, big tits, big asses, all blend together into one long, filthy project of turning every famous girl in anime into Lazuli’s personal property, catalogued, studied, and thoroughly fucked.

A husband, a stupid fight, and that sick feeling in your gut when you suddenly notice how short your own shadow looks next to another guy’s. That is basically where this story sits, grinning at you. You follow this poor bastard of a husband who starts the evening thinking he is “the man of the house” and ends up wondering if his wife is getting her pussy filled by somebody taller, thicker, and a lot more confident. The game plays like a teasing lecture about NTR, but not in a cold way. It is like a drunk friend whispering in your ear, “You see that guy talking to your wife? Yeah, that is how it starts.” The visuals sell that uneasy vibe: soft, slow camera-like cuts, those slightly too-long pauses on her lips when she smiles at someone else, her shirt clinging in all the right places, and his eyes squinting like he is trying not to imagine her on her knees, drool on another man’s shaft. The pace is not rushed, it pokes you. You get moments where almost nothing “big” happens, just small looks, off-hand comments, her phone lighting up with a message while she is in the shower and you are left staring at the screen, imagining every filthy word she might be reading.

There is a strong “PSA from hell” vibe, yeah, like some horny officer in a police comedy explaining step by step how your wife goes from “I would never cheat” to getting her ass slapped by a stranger in some cheap hotel on vacation. The husband is technically the male protagonist, but it never really feels like you are in control. You are more like a ghost stuck in his skull, dragged through his jealousy, his twisted fantasies, his humiliation. One scene that hit hard: he is sitting on the bed, replaying his argument with his wife, and his brain starts playing its own porn parody. Suddenly she is there in his mind, bent over the kitchen counter, big tits pressed on the cold surface, some smug bastard gripping her hips while she moans his name instead. The sounds get louder than his own thoughts. Little sticky lip noises, wet slaps, her breathy “harder” that he is not sure she ever said to him in real life. The game leans into that: you never know where reality stops and his corrupted imagination starts. Sometimes you see Sara in normal everyday clothes, then next transition she is in a tight uniform, unbuttoned just enough, or a cheap lingerie set that looks like it was bought for someone else’s eyes. You get flashes of oral, her cheeks hollowed around a thick cock, but it cuts away too soon, almost mocking you. And in the middle of all this, the tone suddenly slides into this weird humor, like a wink to those who know Konosuba jokes and tentacle memes, like the narrator is some half-drunk wiz giving you “NTR survival tips” while the real lesson is just: if you feel it happening, it probably started a long time ago, back when you ignored how she smiled at her “friend” a little too much. The game never holds your hand. It kind of laughs while you squirm.

Mythos feels like somebody smashed together a late night crime podcast, a horny anime parody and that weird urban legend subreddit you scroll on your phone when you should be sleeping, then sprinkled way too many tits on top and said “yeah, this is fine”. You pick if you’re playing as a guy or a girl right at the start, and it actually matters, not just in “pronoun changed, congrats” way. Some scenes twist a bit depending on your body, who stares at you, who you can seduce, whose hand “accidentally” lands on your ass in the train when the lights flicker and the supernatural stuff leaks through. There is this first big moment where you’re at Lisa’s memorial, staring at a photo of your ex who got murdered in some fucked up way nobody wants to explain, and two completely different types of people hit on you almost at the same time: a smug cop with that “I’m totally abusing my badge” vibe, and this soft spoken girl with huge tits spilling out of a tight uniform that should absolutely not be legal in a public place. The game doesn’t stop to tell you “this is a choice”. It just lets you go horny detective or horny victim or both and quietly tracks who you want to bend you over later.

Sex is not just “reward unlocked, here’s generic bouncing”. You’re running around this fake-modern city where vampires are landlords, tentacle things hang out in dark alleys like drunk ninjas and one busty elf professor keeps “tutoring” you after class, squeezing your thigh while talking about mythology like she isn’t about to slide under the desk and wrap her lips around you. There is a scene at a cheap business hotel during a “vacation” that is not really a vacation. You’re supposed to investigate, but instead you spend half the night pinned against the balcony railing by a frustrated MILF who is technically someone’s wife and technically not human and technically doesn’t give a fuck. She rides you slow while the neon signs below blink and you can choose if you pull out or let her take every drop and feel that messy creampie drip down her inner thighs while she laughs and calls you a good little snack. Later the same day, basically in the same clothes, the story casually throws you into this awful netorare-ish angle where you watch through a half open door as a different woman you got close to is getting pounded by some supernatural asshole with a cock way bigger than yours. The game lets you peek, or walk away, or join and turn it into harem chaos. If you stay hidden, you see her begging for more, getting titfucked until her face is glazed and you can’t decide if you hate her, hate yourself, or just want in. And that mood, that messy mix of comedy, jealousy, horror and “fuck it, let’s suck his balls too”, that’s pretty much Mythos all the way through, jumping between murder clues, meme jokes, romance sweetness, corruption temptations and stupidly hot tentacle scenes in the dark where you swear you’re still solving a case while something slimy is filling your ass and your mouth at the same time.

Ariana is the kind of heroine who really shouldn’t be in charge of saving a damn thing, which is exactly why she works here. She’s a thief first, a horny mess second, and some kind of reluctant savior only if she can squeeze it between getting railed and looting pockets. The village of Pyrewood is already fucked in the head when you arrive, infected by this weird lust plague that basically tells everyone “forget self-control, just fuck.” It’s not subtle. You walk past the church, hear chanting, and for a second you think “ok, serious religious scene,” then suddenly you’re watching what looks like a holy bukkake mass while Ariana pretends to look shocked and still doesn’t move away. The story pretends to be dark fantasy but keeps tripping over its own horny feet. One moment Ariana is investigating strange symbols on a wall, next moment the wall opens and some tentacle creep decides to check her insides like she’s part of a quality control test. And yeah, of course she fights, and of course the fight quickly turns into moaning and sloppy animation. It’s that kind of game where “corruption” doesn’t mean slow moral decay, it means she goes from “I shouldn’t do this” to “choke me and fill me” in like, two scenes.

What I actually like, as someone who nerds out over leveling and choices way too much, is how the factions feel like three different flavors of porn brain. The Inquisition path is all about discipline and punishment, lots of “you sinned, now take it” vibes, with Ariana flagged as the naughty sinner that needs to confess with her legs open. The Mage path is basically “science, but horny,” with magic circles, weird experiments, and scenes where masturbation is treated like a diagnostic tool. Then you have The Orgy faction, which just gives up on pretending and goes full “everyone fucks, everything moves, liquids everywhere.” It feels like the dev sat there and said “ok, what if the corruption bar is less a stat and more a porn playlist.” You see it in small moments too, like Ariana trying to resist a cult ritual, the camera lingering on her face as she hesitates, then suddenly she’s surrounded and her body gives in before her dialogue does. Or when she ends up bred in a scene you didn’t fully expect, and the game quietly tracks that, acting like pregnancy is just another logical result of spunk flooding her every hole. It’s messy, horny, sometimes stupid, sometimes hot as hell, and the game never really decides if Ariana is a victim of the plague or its happiest customer. Which is probably why it works at all.