Uni feels like someone took every messy fantasy I never admit on Tinder chats, threw it into a city, then told a slightly confused girl to just deal with it. You’re in her shoes, this “good” student in a school uniform that is way too tight to be realistic, stuck in a city where everyone wants something from her. Teachers stare too long, classmates test her limits, random creeps on the train “accidentally” brush her ass and you get that little menu in your head: ignore, flirt, let it go further, turn it into blackmail material. It’s like playing your own corruption arc, where sometimes you mean to keep her pure and then you click the wrong thing on your phone half asleep and suddenly she is on a slutty path, doing handjobs for “pocket money” behind a bar and pretending she is fine with it.

What I liked is how normal it starts. Wake up, check the phone, go to school, get harassed in the hallway because of course some guy corners her near the lockers, and you have that moment of “push him away” or “let him grope a little to get info.” Then later that same girl is on the same hallway, boobs practically falling out after you chose a more daring outfit, and other girls are eyeing her like they want to own her. The female domination stuff hits harder than I thought. There is this scene where a more mature girl basically toys with her in the bathroom, fingering her until she is shaking, then just leaves her there dripping and late for class, and you can’t tell if she hates it or if her body is just betraying her. And then later the same MC goes and uses her feet on some loser she met through that trashy dating app in-game, like she learned it from somewhere. On my phone, by the way, on the bus, pretending I read emails while she gives a sloppy blowjob in a dark alley to avoid paying for something. I’m there like, yeah, same, I also sell my dignity for discounts, just not with my mouth.

There is a kind of cruel humor in how the game treats “virgin” status. You try to keep her untouched, play her like a serious student, picking the safe jobs, staying away from the bar shifts, and then the voyeur events just keep showing up. Some dude records her stripping for a dare, another route has a teacher taking pictures under the desk, and you know these will be used for blackmail later. You kind of feel it in your stomach when she is forced to do group stuff just to keep things quiet. One of my runs turned into full prostitution without me actually going “ok, now she is a hooker,” it was just a bunch of small “fine, just this once” choices. Late shift at a sleazy club, some guy grabs her tits, she doesn’t complain because she needs the money, then the manager offers extra cash if she goes to the backroom and “takes care” of a client with her mouth. Then you’re juggling schedule like some sick management sim: school in the morning, part time work, then at night she’s on a couch with two older women and one dude, tongue between thighs while someone is filming on their phone, and her thoughts are all confused. Sometimes she likes being watched, sometimes she panics. The NTR flavor sneaks in too, with her dating some poor shy guy, then cheating on him in a toilet stall at a party, moaning louder because people in the line can hear. Or she ends up being used by his friend while he is in the next room. I kept thinking “why am I doing this to her” while still pushing the more extreme buttons. The whole thing feels dirty in a way that sticks, like closing Pornhub and your screen reflection looks back at you and you go “ok, I’m the problem.” Except here the city is the problem. Or the girl is. Or it’s just me tapping the wrong choice on purpose. Hard to say.

You wake up in Rick’s garage, half hungover, pants around your ankles, and he just shrugs and opens some glitchy portal that looks like he coded it while drunk on cheap vodka. Next second you’re dumped into this fucked up version of their universe where everything is familiar but just a bit too wet, too soft, too shiny. The first thing you see is Beth’s ass in yoga pants, bent over the kitchen counter, arguing with nobody because Jerry doesn’t exist here. Or he exists but not as a man. You, apparently, are the stand‑in loser. This world is stacked with huge tits and thick asses walking around like it’s normal, and you’re somehow the only guy with working dick, but the joke is you’re broke, useless and everyone treats you like background noise until you prove you can do more than jerk off in the bathroom.

The game plays like somebody smashed an rpg with a horny sandbox and forgot to clean up the code. You wander around the Smith house, sometimes the dialogue hits, sometimes it looks like the dev wrote it on a bus. Beth flips from “responsible doctor mom” to “thirsty milf ready to ride your face” depending on your choices, and it’s messy in a good way. First time she dragged me into the garage and climbed on top, the camera bugged and her tits clipped into my forehead, looked like I was getting smothered by two balloons full of milk. Still hot, though. Summer is worse and better at same time. She acts like she’s too cool for you, glued to her phone, calling you creepy stepdad, then suddenly there’s this event where she’s stuck doing squats in these tiny booty shorts and if you picked the right options earlier she just casually spreads her legs on your lap like that’s normal family bonding. There’s a mini “quest” where you have to grind a bit of cash from random odd jobs, then blow it all in one night at some sketchy bar because a cop with big tits promises “special treatment” in the bathroom stall and then crashes the scene halfway when the wrong variable triggers. I had her talking like Beth for one line. I laughed way too hard.

What I liked is how dirty some scenes are without pretending to be romantic. Vaginal stuff is front and center, no ten‑minute build up, you can just end up balls‑deep in Beth on the couch while the TV shows some static cartoon and the UI text overlaps the cum animation. Sometimes you get stuck in this loop where you’re grinding affection points and money at same time and it feels like a shitty mobile game you secretly enjoy on the toilet. Sometimes the pacing just breaks and you go from jerked‑off loser to pussy magnet in two choices. It’s not stable, not clean, the porn logic is dumb, and the whole “nut your way home” thing already doesn’t make sense five minutes in, but when Summer is riding you in her messy room with her big tits bouncing and the game forgets to fade out the footsteps sound from the hallway, you kinda stop caring that half of it feels like a bug report waiting to happen.

New Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher walks into Hogwarts and nobody is ready for what you actually want to “teach”. The school looks normal on the surface, the usual house rivalry, flying brooms, dumb rules about curfew and behavior. But under that, you get this slow, dirty slide where the girls start breaking rules just to get sent to your office. It begins pretty soft, like a regular school sim with a bit of flirting. Then at some point you realize you are basically running your own private corruption project inside Hogwarts and nobody is stopping you. It feels wrong in exactly the way people come to these sites for, and the game knows that very well.

The first time you drag a student into your office for “punishment”, the tone shifts hard. There is this click, when the button goes from normal teacher choice to “bend over my desk” and you just know the story is not going back to innocent territory. Spanking is not just slapped on as a fetish, it actually becomes a language in the game. Ginny acting all fiery and proud until you make her count every hit. Hermione coming in full of rules and books, convinced she can talk her way out, then realizing that every answer that annoys you just means more hits across her ass. That moment when you see her flinch, then slowly start to breathe heavier, and the game lets you push that line from discipline into something she is clearly not supposed to enjoy. It almost feels goofy at times, like some fanfic that went too far after midnight, but then one little text line lands and it suddenly turns really hot again. I hated that I liked it, and honestly I loved that I hated it.

Nothing in the game is really polished. Menus are a bit clunky, pacing sometimes weird, and one event made me click back and forth like an idiot in Chrome because I thought I broke it. But the rough edges sort of make it feel like some forbidden project hidden on a random hard drive, not a shiny Steam thing. One moment you are trying to raise affection, next moment you are trading their dignity for house points like it is the most normal thing in the world. Romance is there too, in this twisted way, especially with Hermione. She does not just flip from pure to slut in one scene; you grind her down slowly, scene by scene, choice by choice, until she starts asking what kind of “extra lessons” you want. Then Bellatrix shows up with her crazy energy and the whole mood shifts again, like the corruption from the school leaks out into something darker and more dangerous. It is messy, horny, unfair, sometimes surprisingly sweet, sometimes just straight up cruel. The story keeps dangling that idea that you are the responsible adult here, while handing you every tool to be anything but.

Jedi Corruption feels like someone smashed a horny fanfic and a cheap Ren’Py project together, then forgot to clean it up, and honestly that kind of works. You play as Larry Skywalker, yeah, Larry, the “totally canon” Jedi Master who is basically Luke’s degenerate cousin that got left out of the movies for obvious reasons. He’s supposed to be this wise mentor, but from the first scene he’s already plotting how to twist Rey’s mind, not about the Force, but about how good it feels to wrap her soft Jedi hands around his cock. The game doesn’t pretend to be noble at all. You’re not saving the galaxy. You’re poking at Rey’s morals until they collapse and watching her fall from “I’m a good girl of the Light Side” into a brain-melted, cum-drunk slut who can’t remember what side she’s on unless it’s the underside of you.

Story structure is simple but kinda addicting. You talk to Rey, choose some dialog options, and each time you’re nudging her a bit closer to the edge. At first she argues, crosses her arms, gives you that pissed-off Rey face like in the movies, but there’s this slow shift as your corruption builds. One moment she’s lecturing about balance and control, next moment she’s “training” by jerking you off in a storage room on the Falcon, muttering that it’s just a lesson about patience while clearly stroking way too eagerly. The fun part is seeing the same scenes replay with different attitude: early route Rey gives angry eye contact during a handjob like she wants to choke you with the Force, later route Rey has this spaced-out stare, drool at the corner of her lips, like her brain’s half gone and the only Jedi code she remembers is “Master’s cock first, questions later.”

There’s a whole focus on mind break that the game leans into, not subtle at all. Light hypnosis talk, gaslighting, and classic “you’re doing this for the greater good” lines coming from Larry while he guides her hand or presses her bare foot on his shaft. The footjob scenes are weirdly specific. You can tell the dev really loves toes. You get angles where her soles are pressed together around you, or she’s using the Force to move little objects while lazily rubbing you with one foot like it’s a casual habit now. One time she tries to keep her Jedi meditation pose while you push her feet together and she actually apologizes for losing focus when she moans. That was the moment it clicked that she’s not the hero of this story anymore, just your toy that still thinks she’s on some spiritual journey.

Larry himself is written like a sleazy mix of Sith and burnout uncle. Sometimes he talks like a proper Jedi Master, lecturing about attachment and self-control. Two clicks later he’s praising Rey for “letting go” while she’s kneeling in front of him, cum on her tongue, eyes empty. The game kind of forgets Luke exists, except for one scene where Larry throws some shade about how Luke wasted his potential on hope and redemption instead of training cute pupils to be obedient cockwarmers. Totally wrong, obviously Luke did that in Episode 12 or something, I must’ve missed that Disney+ show. It’s that sort of half-serious parody vibe where Star Wars lore is just a background excuse for porn. Sometimes it’s hilarious, sometimes it feels like the dev was tabbed out on Reddit shitposts and then came back to write another scene.

There’s this one annoying thing: the pacing of the corruption can jump weirdly. One choice she’s still resisting, next one she’s doing a full service footjob like she practiced on Pornhub for years. Would be nice if there were more in-between “almost broken” moments, where she slips and then snaps back, but that’s probably never changing, feels baked into how the game is written. Some dialog also reads like it was machine-translated from some other language, which is kind of ironic since I’m writing like that on purpose here. But the unpolished vibe actually adds charm. You feel like you’re snooping on someone’s dirty personal project, not some polished Patreon monster. When Rey finally starts begging for your cock as if it’s the Force itself, whispering “Master, I need it to feel whole” while she strokes you clumsily with both hands and presses your tip between her toes like a pervert little ritual, the game fully embraces that porn-brain fantasy of ruining the trilogy heroine until she’s just Larry’s broken little apprentice.

Does it go too far? Not really. It doesn’t go far enough.

NSFW feels like someone took a trashy rich-kids anime, slammed it together with a horny management sim, forgot to polish half the menus, then said “yeah that’s good enough, now fuck your way out of debt.” You arrive in this ridiculous elite school where everyone has too much money, too little shame, and the uniform is basically “pick a skirt length and how much you want your panties to show.” The game throws you in as the new girl who owes a ton of money, and the school is like one big casino-brothel pretending to be an academy. One second you’re sitting in a classroom pretending to care about grades, the next you’re in some hidden lounge with glowing poker tables, a dealer who looks like he walked out of a gacha game, and a smug asshole promising to “erase half your debt” if you let him fuck you raw on the felt when you lose. The crazy part is, you can actually try to play it straight at first, only use your brains, hustle side jobs, flirt just a little… and then you watch the debt number barely move while guys are literally offering stacks of cash to cum inside you, and you start thinking “ok maybe just this once.”

The school itself is like a horny sandbox that keeps daring you to make worse choices. You walk down a corridor and it’s not just “go to class / go to dorm”, it’s “do you want to sneak into the VIP club, or follow the drugged-out upperclassman who says he’ll show you the ‘real graduation test’?” One of the first scenes that stayed with me was when I tried to be “responsible” and took a simple cleaning job for some clubroom. Then the club president catches you alone, locks the door, pushes you against the chalkboard and starts groping you like it’s a done deal because “that’s how we pay around here.” You can resist, but if you lean into it, the game goes hard: hands under your blouse, his fingers working between your thighs while he whispers how much extra he’ll give you if you let him finish inside. They actually show the internal view when he does, his cum filling you while the debt counter flickers with that pathetic little reduction. It’s kind of awful and kind of hot at the same time. Later I let two rich bastards use me at once in a locked classroom after school, with your character getting her mouth fucked and her pussy pounded at the same time, and the game really leans into the group angle: internal shots, cum mixing, you swallowing, them betting on who can knock you up first like you’re some fertility racehorse. I hated how much I liked that scene.

What I liked most is that it actually plays like an RPG instead of just a slideshow. You wander around campus, manage money, talk to different guys, take stupid risks in gambling dens, accidentally get high at a “study party” and wake up half-naked with your panties on the wrong desk. Some guys are straight-up controlling bastards, grabbing your hips in public, dragging you into storage rooms and using you without condoms because they know you need the money and “pregnancy is just another contract.” Others are more teasing, making you jerk them off in the back row or suck them off under a table during some boring speech while you’re trying not to choke. There are softer touches too, like masturbating alone in your dorm after a rough day, fingers still sticky from the last creampie while you think about which path you’re taking, or flirting with a quiet dude from another country and ending up in this messy, sweaty interracial scene where he’s way rougher than you expected. The AI-looking CGs are uneven as hell, some faces look a bit weird if you stare too long, but the bodies, the fluids, the internal shots when you get fucked raw, they do a damn good job of selling that “I know this is a bad decision but I’m so turned on” vibe. And everything keeps hinting that depending on what you accept, who you sleep with, how careless you are with creampies and pills, you’re going to end up in very different futures: rich and corrupted, owned by one dominant bastard, pregnant and stuck, or somehow climbing out of this mess on your own terms. Or maybe you’ll just keep letting random guys cum in you behind the gym because that debt number looks a little sexier every time it drops.

It’s ridiculous, really - Fry crash-lands among yellow people and the first thing I notice is how the lighting in Moe’s bar makes everyone look like melted butter. That’s not a complaint, by the way, it’s kinda hot. The game starts off pretending to care about Fry’s “mission” or whatever, but everyone knows it’s about catching those awkward glances through half-open doors. You know that guilty thrill when you’re watching something you shouldn’t but can’t stop anyway? That’s the whole mood. I spent too long peeking at Marge cleaning up with that slow, bored face, and boom - there’s a toy lying around that definitely isn’t for cleaning. Then Homer walks in and I swear he stares at it like it owes him money. Anyway. The humor is nasty in a way I didn’t expect: cheap but confident, like it *knows* you’re gonna laugh right before doing something pervy.

It tricks you with “rpg” talk but it’s less about grinding stats and more about grinding, well, you know. One second I’m fiddling with an inventory full of… creative gadgets, next I’m accidentally triggering a voyeur sequence with Shauna and it’s both funny and embarrassingly detailed. The sort of scene you’d alt-tab from if anyone walked by, but also the one you’d think about while pretending to scroll Instagram later. What gets me is how Fry reacts; he’s equal parts idiot and horny philosopher, muttering about destiny while fumbling with something that buzzes. It’s peak absurdity, but somehow it fits this crossover chaos between Futurama and Springfield.

I keep telling myself the “writing” is what I like - the dumb jokes about quantum teleportation and Meg Griffin’s cameo that somehow spirals into a weird morality lesson (don’t ask what kind) - but nah, I’m lying to myself. It’s messy, dumb, sometimes too self-aware, but I don’t stop playing. The sandbox setup means half the fun is doing things out of order just to watch characters react like they remember last night’s mistakes. Sometimes they even mention you. That’s the part that kinda freaked me out. Maybe that’s the point: voyeurism isn’t about watching - it’s about getting caught.

College should be about boring lectures and shitty coffee, but in this game it’s just sex, trouble, and that slow brain rot you get from scrolling horny memes instead of studying. You play as Will, trying to act like a decent boyfriend while your girl April walks around campus dressed like a wet dream with legs. She’s got that “good girl who knows exactly what she’s doing” vibe, smiling sweet, bending over too far, licking her lips when she knows you’re watching. Everyone looks. Some pretend not to. Some don’t even bother. And you just sit there thinking, yeah, I’d die for her, but I’d also kill the guy who keeps staring at her tits during class. Then you see the same guy in her DMs later and your stomach just drops in that very specific netorare way.

What got me hooked wasn’t even the orcs and elves at first. It was all the small human shit. April sends you a pic that’s “just for you,” tongue out, eyes rolled, drool on her chin, full ahegao like she’s already been fucked stupid, and you notice in the corner there’s a tiny reflection, like a shadow of someone else there. Or that party scene where she’s grinding on you on the dancefloor, her ass pressed into your crotch, and out of nowhere some tall orc bastard slides his hand down her hip. The game lets it hang for a second too long. Her eyes meet yours, and you feel that mix of jealousy and pure arousal punching you in the gut. She doesn’t pull away fast. That tiny pause is where this thing lives. You’re half hard, half sick, and the AI art smiles like it knows what it’s doing. The interracial stuff doesn’t show up as some big speech, it’s just in the way an elf girl casually runs her tongue along April’s neck in the bathroom stall, or the way a minotaur bartender looks at your girl like she’s already on his cock and you can’t do shit about it. Vaginal, oral, tits bouncing, spit dripping down chins, cum painting those big curves, and then she still calls you “babe” like nothing happened. Feels bad. Feels amazing. Both.

It’s a kinetic story, so you mostly watch, and somehow that makes it worse. No choices to save her, no reload to “fix” a scene. You just sit and take it while April slowly tests every line, from teasing selfies she “accidentally” posts where half her nipple shows, to “harmless” flirting with some rich guy promising to help with tuition if she keeps him entertained. At one point she’s kneeling between a stranger’s legs while still wearing the necklace you gave her, cheeks hollowing as she takes him deeper, eyes glossy, and you know she’s cheating even if the story never shouts the word. The exhibition stuff hits hard too: bathroom mirror pics with her panties already around her knees, blowjob under a library table while people walk past, her riding someone on a couch at a house party with the door wide open and her tongue out like a pornstar. The 2D art goes from kinda cute to absolutely filthy in seconds, and sometimes the AI details glitch a bit, like a finger looking weird, and it annoyed me so much I forgot what I was saying, but then the camera angle drops low between her thighs and that clean, wet slit fills the screen and I’m just staring. The whole thing feels like scrolling through some cursed folder you shouldn’t have found on your own phone. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

Angels Academy feels like someone smashed a horny dating sim into a theology class, spilled porn all over the syllabus, then said “yeah, this is fine” and opened the doors anyway. You play this bratty guy who got shipped off to a religious “last chance” island because he got caught jerking off, which already tells you the tone: no one here is really holy, they just pretend until their pants are off. The whole place is this weird mix of strict uniforms, old stone halls, stained glass, and girls with asses and tits that do not belong in a place that talks about purity. One moment you’re nodding along while some pious girl talks about virtue, the next you are watching her blush hard while you stare a little too long when the wind lifts her skirt. The story gives you space to either play the slightly decent guy who teases, flirts, learns how to talk to different beliefs, or the absolute bastard who blackmails, corrupts and turns every “angel” into something far from heaven. It is mostly clicking around the campus, spying where you should not, poking at every shiny icon like a horny raccoon, and then watching what kind of trouble your mouth and your hands can start.

The fun comes from how dirty the game is willing to go while still pretending it has “faith” in the background. There is this high you get when you pull a girl away from the group after some prayer session, close the door behind you, and she goes from “God is watching” to sliding to her knees with your cock in her mouth, drool on her chin, eyes up like she is worshiping something else now. Some scenes play from your eyes only, so when you shove a shy virgin against a locker and just start groping her ass through the skirt, you see her breathing quicken literally in front of you. Or when you push a proud, bossy girl to strip on a balcony where people might look up at any second, and she hates you for making her do it but still spreads her legs wider because you told her to. The tone jumps a lot: one route feels like romance with slow teasing and handjobs in quiet dorm rooms, another is pure humiliation, like forcing some religious honor student to masturbate for you while she whispers prayers that get more and more broken. You can fool around with all kinds of girls, different skin tones, different religions, different kinks, and the game happily lets you be a controlling prick who uses secrets and blackmail to build a harem that looks holy on paper and filthy from your bed. I wish the UI didn’t hide some scenes behind weird skill checks that look like a spreadsheet, but whatever, it still feels good when that one choice you made three clicks ago suddenly turns into a sloppy blowjob in a confession booth with the candles flickering and her faith falling apart on your dick.

Quiet Hogwarts, snow outside, fire crackling, and you’re not sneaking around under an invisibility cloak for once. You’re just… stuck in the library with Hermione over Christmas, pretending to study while both of you are clearly thinking about anything but homework. The game drops you right into an already serious relationship with her, which I liked a lot more than the usual “stranger meets witch, dick out immediately” vibe. She already knows your habits, calls you out on your bullshit, and still blushes when you lean in too close. It feels like you’re reading fanfic that finally stopped being shy and grew some balls. One moment she’s correcting your notes, next moment she’s pressing that stupidly tight sweater against your arm and the conversation just quietly shifts from “Ancient Runes” to “how wet can I get from you whispering in my ear.” No big explosion, just a slow slip from wholesome to filthy. Harry would lose his mind if he saw half of it, which makes it even better.

The art is this AI-touched 2D style that sometimes looks perfect and then in the very next scene Hermione’s hair decides gravity is optional and her hand is doing something weird in the background. Her ass, though, holy shit. Whoever tuned the prompts for that deserves a medal. Every time she leans over a desk or sits on your lap, it’s like the whole screen is just curves and stockings. Her tits are big, soft-looking, but not stupid balloon size, and the game is not shy about putting your face between them. One scene had her trying to keep reading while you kiss down her neck, and the way her expression flickers between “must focus” and “please just fuck me on this chair already” actually felt way more intimate than the later full-on oral scene. That one is pretty detailed too, with her on her knees between your legs, hair a mess, hand around your shaft while she looks up for approval like she secretly loves being a little slut just for you, but the build up is what sells it. Sometimes the text goes a bit too purple, then suddenly swings back to very blunt “she wraps her lips around your cock” and it feels like the writer got horny and forgot about style. Honestly, relatable.

What surprised me was Luna showing up. She kind of drifts into the story like she wandered out of the wrong book, talking in that spaced-out way, and the whole mood shifts. Not exactly a love triangle, more like she gently pokes at your bond with Hermione, asking these weirdly sharp questions while smiling like she knows way more than she says. There’s this scene where she finds you and Hermione in a quiet corridor after you two clearly just finished fucking, Hermione’s hair wrecked, your shirt half open, and Luna just tilts her head and says something like, “Research went well, I see.” No judgment, just curious. Depending on the choices, you can lean into that tension or keep it sweet, and I’m still not sure which way I liked more, because Hermione getting possessive is hot as hell, but Luna’s dreamy curiosity hits a different nerve. The branching is there, not huge, but enough that I actually reloaded a couple times on my phone between Telegram messages, trying different answers. There’s romance, there’s proper vaginal fucking on a library table that really should not be allowed, there’s messy, needy oral under a blanket while snow falls outside the window, and somewhere in the middle of all that smut you realise you actually care about these two idiots and their little holiday bubble. It’s cozy, horny, occasionally janky, and honestly I wouldn’t change that. Let it stay a bit messy. Feels more like you caught them in a real, dirty Christmas week instead of some perfect fantasy postcard.

Millie's got that thicc demon energy that hits different when you're supposedly dead but somehow hornier than ever. This Helluva Boss parody throws you into Hell's most dysfunctional assassination company where the mystery of your own demise takes backseat to getting spanked by cartoon demon girls with impossibly round asses. The whole "solve your death" plotline? Yeah, that gets real fuzzy when Mildred's bent over showing off assets that defy both physics and good taste.

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