You wake up on this flying steel hotel called HMS Yuritopia, officially as “new fighter pilot”, unofficially as “dude dropped into a horny anime base”. The whole thing has this weird mood where half your brain is going “ok, we have mission briefings and air combat to worry about” and the other half is looking at the Seraph Squadron girls in their tight uniforms and thinking about literally anything except safety protocols. It starts pretty tame, just chatter in the hangar, some teasing, a bit of MC awkwardness, you picking dialogue options and trying not to sound like a complete idiot. Then very quietly the game puts your dick on a rails and goes, yeah, this is about sex, romance, and also jets, try to keep up.

What I like is how it doesn’t shove you straight into porn from line one. You flirt, you pick sides, you piss someone off by choosing the “cool” answer that actually lands as cringe, and the game remembers it. One scene you’re in the cockpit, comms crackling, adrenaline going nuts while you chase bogeys over some nameless ocean, and then later you’re in the locker room with one of the girls, the air still buzzing from the mission, her boots half unlaced, her flight suit hanging loose from her waist. She lifts her foot onto the bench, starts smirking down at you, and suddenly you’re on your knees, cheek pressed to her thigh, tasting sweat and soap while she rubs her toes along your lips like she owns your mouth. She doesn’t even need to say “good dog”, you feel it. The game loves that kind of power imbalance, like constant little reminders that yeah, you’re the pilot, but they’re the real aces here, especially when it comes to your body.

At some point you end up in this semi-private observation deck, glass all around, stars and clouds outside, and one of them decides to use you as her stress relief. She sits on your face while the ship hums around you, legs clamped tight, voice dripping trash talk. She calls you pathetic in one line and then fingers your hair in the next, sighs like she’s actually proud you know how to use your tongue. You can feel her heels against your back, pressing, like she’s pinning you there so you don’t even think about breathing before she’s finished. Later, another route, you’re in her cabin, lights low, she makes you sit on the floor between her knees while she lazily strokes you with one hand and pats your head with the other, talking in that soft pilot briefing tone about how “a good subordinate obeys every order”. The handjob is slow and almost painfully controlled, she stops right before you cum just to tilt your chin up with her toes and ask if you deserve it. That’s the kind of mean that sticks in your brain. And then somewhere else, way less dramatic, you’re just in the mess hall, talking shit about loadouts and missions, and two girls are basically flirting with each other over your plate like you’re just background furniture, brushing each other’s fingers, trading little looks, and it’s somehow hotter than the obvious blowjob scene that comes later in the corridors when one of them drags you behind a bulkhead, drops to her knees, and uses you to wipe that smug smile off your face, except it doesn’t work because now you’re the one whimpering against the wall, trying not to make noise while she dribbles spit down your shaft and laughs quietly every time your hips jerk. The whole thing feels like romantic drama and horny barracks gossip got locked together in a cabin, and you’re the idiot who knocked on the door at the worst possible moment.

Matthew is a bit of a mess, and honestly that makes him hot in a weird way. Fresh grad, no clue what to do, absolutely overwhelmed by daddy issues and pressure, then suddenly you drop into his head like some horny guardian angel with an agenda. You’re not just clicking through his story, you’re literally steering his thoughts, poking at his fears, dangling pleasure in front of him like a carrot while the whole “save humanity” thing sits in the background going hello, remember me. One moment you’re having a serious talk with him about what it even means to choose something freely, next moment you’re pushing him to say yes to a girl who is clearly trouble, just because you want to see how far he’ll go when his dick is making the decisions instead of his brain.

The sci‑fi angle isn’t just some lasers and space wallpaper either, it feels more like you’re a strange higher being that can be both kind and a complete bastard at the same time. You flirt with him without ever really being on screen, which is kinda fucked up and kinda hot. Telling him “trust me” while you line him up for a threesome, watching him hesitate, then finally give in and grab those hips like he’s been starving his whole life. The sex scenes go from tender “I want you to feel safe” to full on “shut up and take it” pretty fast if you push him there. There’s this one moment where you convince him that relaxing is part of the mission, and he ends up with a girl riding him slow on the couch while the TV shows news about the world going to shit. He’s moaning, sweat on his chest, and in the corner the headline is literally talking about collapse. That contrast sticks in the head more than any cheap porn loop.

Not everything hits perfect though. Sometimes he overthinks in huge text blocks when all you want is to pull someone’s panties aside and get on with it. There’s a choice where you just want to say “yeah sure, let’s fuck”, but the option is written like some philosophy homework and you kind of roll your eyes. Still, when the visuals line up just right, the bodies look good enough that you forget you were annoyed five seconds ago. I liked how some of the girls don’t instantly act like brainless sex toys, they argue, they doubt, and when you finally talk Matthew into crossing a line with them, it feels dirty in a very human way. You watch him slide a hand under a shirt, fingers brushing nipple, her breathing changing, and in the back of your mind you know this might screw up his future, his morals, his “save the world” plan, but you press continue anyway. And that tiny guilt mixed with arousal, that’s where this game actually gets interesting. It’s not just about how many positions you can unlock, it’s about you slowly realizing you’re enjoying breaking this boy while pretending to guide him. Which, to be honest, says as much about the player as it does about poor Matthew.

This one starts like some drunk superhero origin story you tell your Discord buddies and they all go “yeah sure bro.” You’re this regular college dude who should be worried about exams and shitty cafeteria food, but instead you get yeeted by a car while trying to play hero. You expect game over, fade to white, maybe some angel with big tits welcoming you. Nah. You wake up in a hospital bed with zero scratches, a nurse who is way too hot and way too weird about it, and a voice in your head that doesn’t feel like a hangover. That first stretch, when you’re clicking through, trying to figure if you’re dead, dreaming, or just horny, that’s where the game quietly grabs your balls. And it never really gives them back, it just squeezes differently each time.

It plays out like one of those story-heavy visual novels on RenPy where you tell yourself “I’m here for the plot” and five minutes later you’re staring at some magical girl’s cleavage, pretending you care about monster lore. Your “powers” don’t drop all at once. At first it’s these tiny creepy things: you hear thoughts that aren’t yours, see flashes of things that haven’t happened yet, feel this pull toward certain people on campus, like they glow for you. One of the early scenes that stayed in my head: you walk across the quad, trying to act normal, and suddenly time just kind of… stretches. You look at a classmate, that shy girl who always sits in the back, and you see her in two versions: cute hoodie now, and then completely naked, straddling you, eyes rolled back because you’re using something more than just your dick on her. You blink, time snaps back, and she just walks past, no idea you basically saw her future orgasm. It’s horny and a little fucked up and that’s exactly why it works. The game leans hard into that “should I be doing this” feeling. And yeah, you will absolutely click “yes” more than you like to admit.

Sex scenes hit that sweet spot between trashy and bizarre. You’re not just fucking, you’re playing with power. Stopping a monster’s tentacle mid-air while you slam its summoner against a wall. Holding a girl in place with nothing but your mind while she begs you to keep going. Hearing every filthy thought in her head while she tries to act “pure” for you. My favorite bit is one dorm encounter where your powers glitch: you try to read her thoughts and accidentally broadcast yours. She realizes exactly how hard you want to ruin her, and instead of freaking out, she gets hotter, starts whispering back at you in her head. It feels dirty in that “I should clear my browser history after” kind of way. The funny thing, the romance actually lands sometimes, in between all the cum and monsters. One moment you’re balls deep in a girl you just saved from some shadow creature, the next she’s talking about feeling safe with you and suddenly it’s all tender and shit. Then the scene keeps going and you’re back to pounding her against a locker. I liked that switch. I hated that one of the UIs has this stupid tiny button placement that kept making me skip a line I wanted to read, and it annoyed the hell out of me every time, and I’m still pissed about it. Also, don’t expect every route to feel fair. Some choices look like “heroic” and still reward you with the most depraved outcome. Which, honestly, kind of matches the whole vibe of the game: you’re a walking miracle with superpowers, trying to pretend you’re a good guy while reality keeps offering you monster girls, kinky nurses, and classmates who moan when you touch their mind. And you keep saying yes.

Special Harem Class feels like someone mashed a horny dating sim with a lazy summer in a city you only visit in dreams, then sprinkled in a bunch of “yeah this is totally an educational program” lies on top. You’re the guy who didn’t get into any normal college and somehow lands in this weird pre-college thing where every girl looks like she escaped from an anime convention and a porn studio at the same time. The teacher, Claire, is supposed to help you “prepare for higher education”, but she’s way more invested in helping you get inside every girl in the class. And herself. A lot. She’s kind of your pervert handler and it’s hilarious. One moment she’s telling you to study, next moment she’s jerking you off in the office while explaining how to “evaluate interpersonal relationships”. It’s stupid and hot and you just roll with it.

The city map is where the roguelike part of my brain woke up a little. You just wander. Click around. Go to the café at the wrong time of day and suddenly you walk in on one of the girls doing lewd cosplay in the backroom for some extra cash. Go to the park “just to farm affection” and you end up getting a blowjob behind a tree after picking the dialogue option that sounded like a joke. The game loves those small chains. Like you talk to a side girl once at the bus stop, forget about her, then twenty in-game days later she shows up at the mall with a completely different outfit and drags you to the bathroom for a quick, sloppy fuck because “you looked lonely”. The scenes are not just copy-paste either. There are these moments where the camera stays way too long on a girl’s face while she’s moaning and drooling on your cock, and it feels uncomfortably intimate, in the good porn way. Animation loops are everywhere, so every thrust is shown, every little twitch, tits bouncing in this hypnotic, slightly janky rhythm.

What I really liked is how the affection grind tricks you. At first you’re just chasing numbers like a min-max goblin, then suddenly you hit a sex scene that feels way more personal than expected. One of the main girls starts as the “tsundere” cliché, you know, all attitude, but her later scenes are basically her losing control on top of you, begging for your cum and admitting she checks her phone every night waiting for your messages. And you’re sitting there pants around your ankles going “wow ok feelings now, cool”. Then five minutes later you’re raw-dogging a random side chick in a stairwell, zero romance, just sweat and spit and hurried thrusts because someone might come in. It swings between sweet and filthy without warning. There’s a ton of content already, and the dev clearly has a fetish for variety in positions. Titjobs with cum dripping down, anal scenes where the girl’s expression goes from “no way” to “harder” in one loop, public stuff in the city where she’s trying to keep quiet and absolutely failing. Also there’s that one Claire scene in the classroom with the desk, you’ll know when you get it, where she’s riding you slowly while still acting like a serious teacher, glasses and all, and then breaks character mid-sentence when you grab her ass and pull her down harder. I replayed that like, too many times. Only thing that annoyed me is sometimes I’d click through a day trying to trigger a new event and end up with nothing, just empty routine, but then the next week the game drops two new sex scenes on me back to back and I forget I was annoyed at all.

Riveroaks looks like one of those nice West Coast towns from Instagram, but this game keeps poking the dirty meat under the skin. You play this broke guy who gets kicked out of home and suddenly finds out his estranged dad is a porn mogul with a new gay studio that needs a handler. Not in the fun BDSM sense. In the “sign contracts and worry about profits while staring at six packs” sense. Half the time you are trying to pretend you are a professional businessman, the other half you are trying not to get a visible boner during casting. The fun part is how casual the world treats sex. Everyone already knows you are Leonard King’s kid. Baristas flirt with you like they want a role, gym bros stretch way too close, and every conversation has this small chance to slide into filth. One second someone is talking about lighting, the next they are describing exactly how they want to be fucked on camera, and the game just goes “yeah this is normal”. As a horror nerd I like when a city feels like it has a pulse, and Riveroaks kind of hums like something alive and wet. Every location feels like a different fetish altar. The arcade with sticky neon, the gym with its sweaty muscle cult, the cute café where the “nice guy” director talks about art and then asks if you are comfortable filming a three-way with a choke scene. None of this is subtle. Sometimes it is hilarious and awkward and horny at the same time, like when you are reviewing test footage and realize the actor is staring straight into the camera, dirty talking you of all people, and the dialogue actually acknowledges your flustered silence instead of pretending you are a blank self insert.

What surprised me is how much the management part and the romance keep stepping on each other’s toes. You choose what kind of scenes to produce, who to cast together, what kinks to push, and later you have to sit with the people you just turned into “content” and maybe flirt with them, or listen when they tell you about their trauma, or both. There is this one moment where you schedule a shoot with a cocky twink and a quiet older guy, thinking “ok, this will sell, simple power play vibe”, and by the time you watch the preview cut you realize they actually clicked emotionally in between all the deepthroating. Then the game asks you, softly but not really gently, if you want to push them harder next time for profit or let them have a slower, sweeter scene. Of course I picked the darker option because I am weak and also curious. The aftermath hit harder than I expected, but then the next scene is just a stupidly funny argument in a bistro over whose ass looks better on camera, so your feelings never get to settle. It is messy, like real life, only with a lot more cum. The main character is weirdly relatable too. Not some porn god, just this slightly lost young dude who keeps flipping between horny, bitter, and accidentally caring. One route has you teasing a muscular cameraman in the locker room, trading nasty jokes until he corners you in the shower and asks if you are just playing or if you want him to ruin you for real. Another has you sharing late night drinks with an actor who looks like he walked out of a yaoi doujin, talking about family while his hand sits a little too high on your thigh. The sex scenes commit. They use the dirty words, they linger on bodies, they let you taste that feeling of being looked at like fresh meat. Sometimes the pacing goes weird and you jump from intense emotional build up to “ok, we are sucking dick now” with almost no breath, but honestly that clumsy cut has its own charm. Porn is rarely tidy. In my head I almost read Riveroaks like a cult story, only the cult is gay porn, and instead of summoning Cthulhu you are summoning audience engagement with horny thumbnails. There is something quietly corrupting about how normal it feels after a while to treat desire as a spreadsheet thing. And then a cute guy smiles at you from across the studio, half naked, and you stop caring where exactly your soul went.

Street rat futa on the run, broke as hell, hard as hell, and way too horny to think straight. That’s the vibe here. You drop into this city where nobody knows your name, you just escaped your old gang, and instead of some heroic “fresh start” bullshit, your girl basically goes: “Fine. If they want war, I’ll get strong, get rich, and fuck my way to the top.” It feels less like a noble quest and more like someone grinding Tinder, FetLife and OnlyFans at the same time, except every match is a potential soldier in your little horny empire.

What hooked me fast is how the MC’s dick is not just a fun bonus, it’s the main tool of corruption. She’s this futa boss-in-progress, and every girl you meet is either future ally, future fucktoy, or both, depending on how you play her. You’re walking around town, meeting these different types of women, and you keep getting that choice in your head: “Do I just use her for the plan, or do I break her in until she can’t stop thinking about my cock?” You can go soft and kinda wholesome for a while, being “supportive” and “nice”, but the game is at its best when you drop the mask and start twisting them. There’s this one tomboy, for example, all confident, all cool, acting like she’s above this pervy shit. Then you get her alone, push just a bit too far, and suddenly she’s bent over, making that stupid ahegao face, tongue out, drool, eyes rolled, begging you not to stop even while she pretends she hates it. I laughed. Then I replayed it. Twice.

The Ren’Py structure is pretty classic, but they toss in just enough small choices that you start thinking like some corruption-obsessed Telegram dom. Do you praise her for helping you? Do you “reward” her with a creampie she definitely wasn’t ready for? Do you pretend to care about her dreams so she’ll let you cum on her face later? It has that slow poison feeling. At first it’s just a favor, a small push, a dirty joke. Then a blowjob “just this once”. Then she’s cheating on her girl with you, moaning your name, asking where you want to finish while you pound her like you’re trying to nail her to the mattress. The story keeps telling you there’s this big revenge goal, old crew, payback, all that, but honestly I kept forgetting about the enemies because I was too busy seeing how far I could drag each girl down the rabbit hole. And yeah, some scenes feel a bit clunky, some lines feel like Google Translate had a stroke, and one menu color annoyed the shit out of me and I still keep thinking about it for no reason, but when the MC whips it out and a “good girl” collapses into a moaning mess, those tiny issues just dissolve into the pillow along with everything else.

It’s strange how this one tries to pretend it’s a parody while actually getting way too sincere halfway through. You start thinking it’s just cheap fanservice - Mavis smirking in that hotel corridor, Katara leaning against the pool edge - but then, out of nowhere, the dialogues start sounding like somebody’s diary. My English isn’t perfect, but even I can tell when a line hits too real. The Ren’Py interface is fine, though I got stuck trying to adjust the text speed; the button hides behind a translucent menu that looks nice but messes with screen readers. I use NVDA sometimes, and it freaked out completely during the Starfire route. Accessibility zero points there, sorry. But then again, when you’re watching Raven blush and mutter something filthy under her breath, you kind of don’t care about menus anymore.

At first, I thought the 3D models looked stiff; then I noticed how the camera lingers - not on obvious parts, but the small gestures, fingers twitching, eyes half-closed, that moment before someone decides “yeah, I want this.” It’s erotic, yes, but also messy, human. And yet, sometimes, it feels like the devs wanted to prove they could make emotional porn, only to end up making emotional confusion. Kim Possible calling you “hero” right after a scene that’s absolutely not heroic? Weirdly funny. Like the game knows it’s broken and leans into it. I swear one of the background tracks loops a single moan for ten minutes - thought my browser crashed. Didn’t. Just art, apparently.

Also, can we talk about Gwen’s route? She keeps referencing tech stuff that doesn’t exist, like “I’ll hack your desire protocol,” which sounds dumb until she actually pulls off an in-game stat change mid-dialogue. That moment made me laugh so hard I forgot what I was doing. Maybe that’s the point. It’s clumsy, horny, self-aware, and frustrating all at once. There’s no polish, but there’s personality dripping from every busted transition. I hate it. I think I love it. I don’t even know anymore.

This thing is basically a dumb horny pool game that somehow works way better than it should. You get this top view of a billiard table, balls flying around in slow chaos, and your job is kinda reversed: instead of just pocketing stuff, you’re babysitting your own holes so they don’t get filled. Yeah, I know how that sounds. Every time a ball rolls close to your pocket you panic-click on it to smack it away toward the enemy pockets, like you’re playing horny air hockey with gravity. It’s super simple, like those old Flash games you used to boot up at school on shitty PCs, but with a blonde getting railed in a video on the side that keeps running while you’re trying to focus. And you *will* lose focus because she’s not just standing there posing. She’s bouncing, sucking, arching her back while taking it deep, and you’re supposed to be protecting some stupid green felt hole from a shiny white ball while she’s staring at the camera with that “you’re next” look. My brain was split in two: one part doing pool math, other part thinking about pausing and just pulling my dick out.

The funny part is, the more into the video you get, the worse you play. It starts pretty chill, just a couple balls gliding slowly toward your side, you click, they bounce, you feel like a god of pool. Then the tempo creeps up, more balls appear, angles get annoying, and meanwhile the blonde is getting fucked harder, the camera zooms closer, you see spit, see her tits slapping together, cum threat hanging in the air, and suddenly you’re missing clicks. One ball slips into your pocket, you flinch like you actually lost something important. Another one goes in, and the game punishes you for being horny and distracted, which is honestly fair. At one point I was trying to line up a perfect rebound toward the far corner pocket, and as I clicked, she moaned louder, jerked her hips, and I mis-timed so badly the ball rolled straight into my own hole like a traitor. I actually said “fuck you” out loud to a pixel ball. Also the click hitbox feels tiny randomly, like once I swear I clicked dead on but the game just looked at me like, nah bro, you missed, enjoy that ball in your pocket. No idea if it’s lag or me being clumsy with one hand.

It has this weird hypnotic rhythm: click, bounce, glance at the blonde getting her pussy stretched, look back, another ball, another glance, her lips wrapped around a thick cock, tables filling, tension rising. There’s no deep story, nobody cares whose pool hall this is, but she looks like that classic porn-site banner girl from early 2010s, fake lashes, bright lipstick, messy hair, and it hits a certain nostalgia spot. The pool physics are just realistic enough to matter, like you actually can do this scuffed mini bank shot by hitting one ball into another and watching it roll neatly into the far pocket while the first one brushes dangerously near your own side, so your heart does that tiny jump. If you’re the type that gets turned on by multitasking under pressure, this is pure brain rot: your eyes keep darting between the table and her wet, shiny pussy getting pounded, trying to keep all your pockets clean while balls rain from everywhere. I kinda wish there was some crazy twist like her reacting when you win, or the sex changing when you mess up, but no, it just keeps going like a dirty screensaver while you fight the balls on the table. And somehow that’s exactly why I kept clicking “again” instead of closing the tab.

You know that feeling when a game looks like it was thrown together in someone’s horny fever dream, but somehow it still works on you way harder than the “polished” stuff? This one is exactly that, like an accidental ASMR session where the mic is clipping a bit and you hear the creator breathing too close, yet your brain goes, yeah, keep going. It’s a Ren’Py visual novel that dumps you into an isekai version of Attack on Titan, only instead of getting eaten by giants, you basically get eaten alive by the girls. The whole cast is here in their Koikatsu-style 3D look, slightly uncanny and shiny in all the wrong places, but that actually helps the vibe. They feel like adult dolls someone posed for you, not perfect anime waifus, and that’s kinda hot in a trashy way. First scene I got, I ended up alone with Mikasa in a quiet barracks room, and the sound of the little ambient loop in the background plus those slow text lines dripping in felt almost like whispering in your ear. It’s not amazing sound design or anything, just basic loops and light clicks, but if you’re into ASMR, that soft repetitive tap of Ren’Py text advance starts to feel like a metronome for your horny brain.

The game leans very hard into the male protagonist fantasy, no pretending it’s anything else. You’re the guy, you’re dropped into their world, and pretty fast it turns into harem territory with Sasha, Annie, Historia, Hange, and Zoe orbiting around your dick like it’s the new Wall Maria. First time Sasha drops to her knees and starts an eager blowjob, the camera angle is slightly weird, like her face is too close and the background is dead empty, but you can hear the faint menu click you made just before the scene and it accidentally amps the tension. Then later there’s a titjob scene with Mikasa where nothing really moves except her model shifting position and the text describing her squeezing you between her breasts, and the stillness makes you focus on every little line. It’s like reading smut while someone plays a low YouTube rain sound in another tab. Then the next moment the game swings to Historia giving a shy handjob, her eyes not quite tracking right because of the model, and that tiny jank suddenly feels intimate, like you caught a bootleg recording. There’s a footjob with Annie that goes on way too long text-wise, and I kind of hated it and loved it. The dev really milks every toe curl and heel press on your shaft, to the point where you’re clicking, clicking, clicking, thinking, ok I get it, she’s rubbing, and then one line hits you: “You can feel her sole slide slowly along your vein,” and your whole body reacts. Then you go right back to being annoyed that the textbox covers the best part of the screen and you can’t move it. Classic Ren’Py pain.

Romance here is not subtle, but it tries. There are choice branches where you can act more caring with Historia or tease Sasha or be weirdly gentle with Hange, and those tiny variations actually shift the energy of later scenes. One time I picked the softer answer with Historia early on, and her later blowjob had different lines, more about “wanting to take care of you,” and the way it was written had this soft ASMR energy, like verbal aftercare while she’s still sucking. Then I restarted and went full asshole route and she was colder, more detached, same animation, completely different feeling. The game plays like a first date where you know you’re going to fuck, but you’re still pretending there’s some sweetness involved. Then after a couple routes, it starts feeling like a long term thing with these girls, where you know exactly how Sasha moans when she goes too deep, or how Mikasa’s “hnn” lines always appear right before she speeds up. You kind of memorize the rhythm of their scenes. There’s romance, sure, but it’s romance written by someone who clearly loves the characters and also wants to see them swallow. The UI is clunky, some backgrounds feel like random Koikatsu screenshots, and sometimes the pacing just dies in the middle of a hot scene, but when the text, the slow click, the janky 3D pose and your own breathing sync up for a second, it hits like low budget porn that somehow turns into a brain massage. It should not work as well as it does. It really, really should not.