Ben is supposed to be the lucky survivor kid that comes back home after being gone, but honestly he feels more like a loaded gun somebody forgot on the kitchen table. He crashes on this messed up magic island, gets picked up by a witch doctor who treats “therapy” like torture mixed with sex education and combat drills, then strolls back into normal suburb house life pretending he doesn’t remember shit. Not because he actually forgot, but because that island is basically a pornified god glitch with monsters, spirit bullshit, and power that turns people crazy. So he fakes amnesia, does the polite traumatized boy act, and then the game quietly starts poking at every line you thought it would respect.

The house is where it really hits. Rachel as adoptive mom is that slow-burn headache. She’s warm, too warm, leans in too close, touches his arm too long, falls asleep on the couch in those thin shorts like she forgot he’s not twelve anymore. The game loves to push Ben into those micro moments. You’re standing behind her in the kitchen, watching her reach for something high, shirt riding up, and the UI is asking if you heal her old injury with magic or “accidentally” brush your hand where you shouldn’t. It’s not nice, it’s not healthy, it’s fucking hot. And then it slaps mental health in your face by having Ben wake up sweaty, hearing island drums in his head like a PTSD ringtone while he’s half hard from dreaming about her. Jessica is different chaos. She’s the “normal” one who isn’t normal at all, always teasing, sitting with her legs open just enough to notice, sending you those Instagram thirst traps from the next room like it’s a joke. There’s this one scene where she drags you to her room “to help with homework” and suddenly the camera angle is all about that barely covered ass while she bends over the bed. You can play innocent, you can peek, or you can use a tiny twist of mind control to make her forget how long your eyes stayed there. That little power turns every simple walk through the hallway into a corruption puzzle.

What really fucked with me is how the game keeps pretending it’s about “protecting the world” while letting you slowly rot from the inside. The witch doctor’s voice pops in sometimes, like an evil conscience, reminding you that sex can be a ritual, that feeding your urges might actually make your magic stronger. Then you get scenes with monsters that are less “fight or flight” and more “fight or fuck” and suddenly you’re not sure if you’re the hero or just a horny shaman with mommy issues. There’s a combat bit in the alley at night, where some paranormal creep tries to blackmail you after catching you watching your neighbors through the window. You can blast him with elemental magic, or twist his mind till he thinks he’s the pervert who started it and you walk away clean. That mixture of voyeurism, blackmail, and power fantasy hits different when Ben is smiling softly while lying to everyone, including himself. Zara shows up like the hot demon guidance counselor, offering “help” with his blocked memories and then sliding her hand down his chest as she describes the island tearing reality open. She wants the secrets, the rifts, the raw corruption, and she’s ready to spread her legs or someone else’s to get it. Group scenes feel like rituals gone wrong. People are moaning, bodies tangled, and in the background there’s this feeling that something is watching, that the island is feeding off all that sex. One moment you’re in a tender almost-romance with Rachel on the sofa, her head on your shoulder, the next you’re knee-deep in a magical gangbang that might literally open a portal. The story acts like it cares about Ben’s guilt and mental state, then hands you a teasing choice like “comfort her” or “possess her mind for a while” and both options feel right for different disgusting reasons. Watching him flirt between sweet, scared boy and cold, dominant bastard made me feel like I was doing character research and jacking off at the same time, which is exactly as fucked up as it sounds.

This thing starts like one of those harmless school slice-of-life stories, except it never feels harmless. You’re this dude walking the halls, joking with classmates, peeking at asses in too-tight skirts, pretending everything’s normal while the game keeps whispering that nothing is. On the surface you’re just chasing romance routes and big tits, trying to figure out which milf teacher you wanna risk your future for, which childhood friend you’ll accidentally corrupt, which guy you’ll piss off enough that he starts eyeing your girl. Then it hits you that every flirt, every little “harmless” grope in the hallway, every blowjob in the music room is getting tracked, twisted, fed back into this mess of morality and mind games. One minute you’re laughing at some dumb humor scene where your buddy makes a joke about your porn folder, next minute you’re watching a scene of brutal violence and you’re not sure if you caused it or just failed to stop it.

What really got me is how your choices feel fine in the moment. You see a big ass bending over a desk and you click the option to touch. Simple. She blushes, maybe moans, maybe slaps you, sometimes both. Then three scenes later she’s crying about how nobody respects her, and the game doesn’t tell you “this is your fault,” but you know anyway. Same with the whole NTR / netorase thing. At first it’s kind of hot, letting another guy or futa girl “help out” your partner, just sharing for fun because you think you’re in control. The group scenes are wild, by the way, especially when the camera lingers just a bit too long and you catch your own character watching instead of acting. Voyeur mode inside the story itself. But little by little, jealousy starts to bleed into it. There’s this one route where you push your girl toward another guy as a joke, like “go flirt with him, I don’t mind,” and way later you catch them in a quiet corner, his hand already under her skirt, her breathing way too heavy to pretend. You can interrupt, dominate, turn it into a threesome, whatever, but that sick “maybe I went too far” feeling doesn’t really go away.

Sex scenes are not shy at all. Virgin loss with awkward eye contact, messy creampies where you’re not totally sure if it was consensual or just pressured, titfucks on the school rooftop while the city burns somewhere in the distance, rough oral that slips into domination, then flips and she chokes you right back with that sudden female domination switch. There’s drugs, too, and that’s where things get weird in a different way. Some of the best animated scenes come from those mind control bits, where you honestly can’t tell if the girl wants it or your character is just rewriting her brain to want it. The game doesn’t clean it up for you. No “safe word,” no soft fade out. You’re the one clicking “continue” while she begs you to stop and also not to stop. But then you have these strange quiet romance scenes with actual warmth, like holding hands in a classroom while talking about family you really, really shouldn’t be this close to, or lying naked beside someone after fucking them raw and talking about sanity and what’s real. Sometimes it even feels wholesome before it throws another cheating scene at you completely out of nowhere. I kind of hate that. And I kind of went back to see every single ending anyway.

Daybreak Nightbreak feels like somebody mashed together a horny Mass Effect, a janky management sim and a corruption hentai manga they hid under the mattress. The city of Chios looks normal at first, just your standard modern place where rent is too high and people pretend to be fine, and then you realise there is a whole mirror version of it lurking on the other side, full of cults, monster girls and people who really, really should not be kneeling and calling you “my lord” with their tits out. You start as this kinda awkward guy, a bit of a late bloomer vibe, virgin energy all over him, who accidentally ends up infused with a power that basically turns “building a fanclub” into “building a sex cult”. It sounds stupid, and yeah, sometimes it really is, in the best way. One moment you are doing accounting in a tiny office, trying not to go bankrupt because some megacorp is crushing your small business, and ten minutes later you are in a dark alley, whispering corrupt little “prayers” into a married woman’s ear while her husband is a room away. And of course she’s got her panties soaked and her ahegao face out in about three dialogue choices.

I like how the game pretends to be about “big decisions” and then your biggest decision turns out to be something like: Do I use mind control to slowly twist this shy college girl into an exhibitionist cosplay slut, or do I turn the local milf head of department into my personal worshipping toy first. The sandbox part hits hard because you just wander around town and keep tripping over new scenes. There’s this goblin girl in the other dimension with ridiculous hips and an ass that moves like it has its own gravity well, and the first time you get her on your lap, she’s grinding in your office chair while asking nervously if “humans really fill girls up that much.” Of course the game gives you the option to breed her stupid with a creampie that drips down her thighs. The animations are rough sometimes, like two dolls humping, but when she’s bouncing, tongue out, drool on her tits and eyes rolled back, you kind of stop caring. Actually, you never cared. And the striptease scenes? There’s this one where a normally classy businesswoman you’ve been carefully corrupting does a half-drunk lapdance for you in a cheap karaoke bar, slowly peeling off her blazer and bra, trying to keep her dignity as she ends up riding your hand under the table, whispering “I’m cheating, I’m so bad” while you finger her until she squirts on the seat. The game just leaves the mess there, no comment.

The corruption feels deliciously slow when it wants to. That college subplot where you go back to campus hits like a twisted nostalgia trip. You start out helping a stressed student with her grades, totally innocent tutoring, then “accidentally” using your power to make her respond a bit too strongly to your touch. Next visit she’s sucking you off in an empty classroom, knees on the cold floor, big doe eyes looking up, lipstick smeared, trying to swallow all of it like she’s cramming for finals. And later you drag her into this stupid cosplay event in the other dimension, make her dress as a bunny girl in front of a small crowd of your followers, and she ends up flashing her pussy to them, moaning while they chant your name like some horny church. It is weirdly romantic too sometimes, buried under all the filth. You can build actual relationships, have soft moments in between the handjobs and public sex. Sitting with a milf on a rooftop, talking about her failed marriage, then quietly sliding your hand under her skirt while she leans on your shoulder, torn between guilt and arousal, might be one of those little scenes that stick. But yeah, then fifteen minutes later you’re using mind control to make her bend over a balcony, tits hanging out, while half the city could technically see you pound her from behind and fill her with a thick creampie she can’t stop leaking. The game swings between “Yakuza-style side story” and “hardcore hentai brainrot” so fast it feels wrong, and that’s kind of why I couldn’t stop clicking.

Everyone in this world already knows your last name before you open your mouth, and half of them either want to fuck you, own you, or quietly make you disappear. You walk into these marble halls full of immortal snobs who never die, never age, and never get tired of playing with people like toys. They smile like royalty and talk like lawyers, but the second the doors close they are on their knees, or putting someone else there. The game throws you straight into that mess with almost no hand holding: one moment you are the pretty little heir who should “behave”, next moment some ancient matriarch is pressing you against a balcony rail, whispering how she remembers fucking your grandfather in the same place and wants to see if the bloodline stayed hard where it matters.

The teasing here is not fake “oh no, my towel fell” kind of bullshit. It drags. A twin sister brushes your arm, the brother leans on your other side, both of them talking about family loyalty while their hands are getting way too friendly with your belt. You keep waiting for the fade to black, but it doesn’t. You choose who to pull closer, and the other one just watches, breathing hard, promising you they will get their turn. There is this scene in a greenhouse where one of the slaves is kneeling in front of you, eyes empty and calm like they accepted they belong to your bloodline, while another noble is behind them, guiding your hips, telling you how to use what is yours. It is fucked up and hot at the same time, which I kinda hate admitting. Sometimes you feel powerful, like real male domination, hand in their hair, making them take every inch. Sometimes you realize they still outrank you and you are the one pinned down, with a sharp smile above you and nails in your chest, and you like it anyway. Animated thrusts, actual movement, bodies grinding instead of just posing, helps a lot. The sex can switch fast from slow, almost romantic kissing to messy group pile where you literally don’t remember who started touching you first. There is one late scene where you are supposed to be handling some “serious political talk” in a private lounge and it ends with you balls deep in one twin while the other rides your face, and an immortal aunt sitting in the armchair drinking wine, judging your technique.

I really enjoy how the romance is a trap here. People act soft with you, say they care, but then use you like a bargaining chip in the next council. You might swear loyalty to one dynasty because you fell for their pretty slave girl with the quiet voice, then find out she was trained from birth to make heirs like you obey. But she still squeezes your hand when you fuck her in the bath, so is it fake or not? I got genuinely thrown off by one twist where a character who always submits to you suddenly orders you to kneel. I thought it was just dirty talk, then the scene locks you into that position and you realize that choice from way earlier basically sold your pride to them. I kinda loved that. Also, small thing, but every time the game waits that extra second before somebody finally slides down on your cock, it drives me crazy. In a good way. Or bad way. Depends on the day. Anyway, this whole immortal bloodline circus feels like a place where romance is just another collar, and you are too horny to stop putting it on.

This thing feels like someone smashed a horny VN with a petty revenge fantasy, sprinkled in a bit of Death Note brainrot, then left it in the oven a little too long. You play this smug, bitter dude who calls himself “Koibito”, which is already a red flag, and he gets his hands on a pink notebook that lets him rewrite people’s feelings if he knows their secret trauma. Not “oh no, she stubbed her toe” trauma, I mean actual deep shit. Abuse, shame, fetishes, all the broken stuff people bury and pretend isn’t there. You write her name, write the wound, then basically script her love life like a horny Google Doc. The wild part is how the game jumps from mystery tone to “ok now she’s on her knees” in like two clicks, and somehow it kind of works and kind of feels wrong in the way you open a private chat from years ago and hate yourself but keep scrolling anyway.

Sex-wise, it’s very direct. Big tits, big ass, camera not shy at all. When a girl gets rewritten, her whole vibe changes. One scene you’re watching this serious, sharp-tongued woman tear Koibito apart with words, next scene she’s bent over a desk, eyes glassy, moaning his name like he’s the only person in the universe. Vaginal, riding scenes, faces smashed into pillows, that kind of thing, with those 3D character models that sometimes look incredible and then from one angle the boobs sit like two bowling balls and you wonder if gravity died. The female domination moments are surprisingly fun, too. There are times where Koibito thinks he’s in control and the woman just flips it and sits on his face like he’s furniture, or pins his wrists while still technically being “under” his command. That power struggle has real teeth. It doesn’t feel like soft, fake femdom; some of the girls feel genuinely dangerous, especially this goddess thing hovering around him, watching like a cat staring at a mouse that already lost.

What caught me off guard is the humor. For a dark “rewrite her heart and fuck her” setup, the game throws in these petty, stupid jokes, like Koibito overexplaining why he’s not a creep while literally being the biggest creep in the room. There’s a reference to Tinder that made me choke on my coffee, because it hits a little too close. Also I opened Discord mid-game, totally forgot the window capture was on, and alt-tabbed back to a scene where a monster girl is riding him, drool and cum everywhere, and her tail is moving like it’s got its own agenda. Spent a full minute just staring at the tail animation like “who the hell coded this and why did they put so much effort into this part specifically”. That’s kinda the game in a nutshell: some details are weirdly polished, like tongue movement when she’s licking the tip, or the way her ass jiggles when he pulls out, and then another detail feels half-baked, like a facial expression stuck between horror and horny. The mystery side slowly builds around this detective, Leonor, who’s trying to track what Koibito is doing, and honestly she might be the hottest one just because she looks like she’d step on your neck without the help of any magic notebook. The choices feel heavy when you realize every command is basically you deciding how broken you want these women to be, but most of the time your monkey brain just goes “ok, now make her strip and beg for cock.” It’s wrong, it’s messy, it’s kind of fascinating, and I already know I’m not changing a single fucked up thing about it.

Emily Does It All feels a bit like scrolling the “close friends” stories of some messy college girl on Instagram, except every time you tap there is a choice hanging over her next bad idea. It pretends to be innocent at first, all campus vibes, roommates, group chats, that boring professor who talks too much, and then suddenly you are watching her grind in some quiet corner of the library, pretending to study while Nick’s hand is already up her skirt. And the thing is, you told her to wear that stupid short skirt in the first place, when she was teasing in the mirror and asking “too much?” You know perfectly well it was too little, but that is the fun. Or the problem. Hard to say.

She is not some shy virgin archetype. Emily already fucks, she already enjoys it, and the game doesn’t waste time pretending otherwise. One scene that really stuck in my head is this lazy afternoon on her bed where she and Nick end up in a clumsy sixty-nine. Legs tangled in sheets, phone buzzing beside them with a message from Claire, totally ignored while Emily is moaning with his cock in her mouth and dripping on his face at the same time. It looks hot, but also a bit awkward, like real sex. She lifts her head, wipes her chin, laughs, then asks if she should send Claire a selfie “by accident” while she still has that fucked-out blush. You can go “nah, keep it private” or tell her to lean into her little exhibitionist brain and flash just enough skin that Claire has questions later. And she will. Claire always has questions. The funny part is, sometimes Emily acts like she is all carefree and slutty, but the next day she is sitting in some stupid campus cafe, overthinking a kiss on the cheek from Luke, the neighbor boy with the soft heart and the hard-on every time she bends over to pick something up. You push her to flirt more, she pretends she doesn’t notice his eyes on her tits when she “accidentally” forgets a bra under a thin top. Sure, Emily. Totally accidental.

The sex is not just stuck in bedrooms. There is this corridor after class where some drunk party dare from earlier comes back to bite her. She promised to walk through the building with no panties under a short dress if she lost a silly card game, and you actually let her lose. Later you watch her cheeks burn while a gust of air lifts the hem and some random dude behind gets a full view. You can tell her to pull the dress down and behave, or just let her feel that wetness between her legs grow while she keeps walking, pretending nothing happened. The camera kind of lingers on her thighs, and there is this little detail of her biting her lip, like she hates that she is turned on by being exposed in public. I like that mix, the guilt with the thrill. Though the way the game keeps popping little textbox choices during a hot blowjob breaks the flow sometimes; I was on my phone in Chrome, one hand very busy, and suddenly had to decide if she swallows or lets it drip all over her boobs while he squeezes them. Of course I picked the mess, but the timing made me swear out loud. Also, the sound of the text click is weirdly loud compared to the moans and I will complain about that forever and never adjust the volume, out of pure stubbornness. Anyway, if you want to milk every spicy moment here, best way is to stop thinking like “good route” or “bad route” and just ask yourself at each choice: is Emily the girl who closes her legs, or the one who spreads them a little more and then worries about it later? Because once you start answering that honestly, the story goes to some very fun, very filthy places on its own.

You’re 21, fresh out of uni, brain full of half-broken dreams and porn tabs, alone in a tiny place that looks more like a temporary save file than a real home. No job, no plan, no clue. Just a bed, a phone, and this weird feeling that whatever girl walks through your life next is basically a glitch in the code that will push you in some fucked up direction forever. This game leans hard into that idea. It isn’t trying to be “romantic” in the vanilla Netflix way. It feels more like fate dragging you by the collar through kinks you never admitted out loud, while you keep telling yourself “yeah, I can stop anytime” and then obviously you don’t. You start as this regular, kinda lost guy, but the story quietly puts you in spots where you’re kneeling, begging, turned on, confused, all of it layered, like when you’re scrolling Pornhub and suddenly your recommended list is just one big accusation.

The girls are not just checklists of tags, they’re like different corrupt routes for your soul. Tangent shows up like a walking red flag, the kind of woman you’d swear you should avoid, and then you end up refreshing Telegram waiting for her next message anyway. She treats you like a toy she already owns, plays with your ego, talks down to you while she has you licking her clean after she uses your face, or makes you hold still while she rides your cock and casually insults how pathetic you look. One moment she gives you a handjob so slow you want to scream, staring right in your eyes like she can read every dirty thought, then next scene she has a plug in your ass and your dick throbbing untouched, calling it “training” like this is some sacred destiny instead of her just having fun. Humiliation here isn’t just chat text, it’s in tiny moments, like her making you thank her for letting you cum, right after she slapped you for asking. And yeah, there’s titjobs and oral and all the classic stuff, but the way she paces it, like she’s tuning your brain, makes it feel less like porn and more like a long, slow hack of your identity.

Then the story swerves. Penny slides in from a totally different angle, all soft colors and weird comfort, like those TikToks that look wholesome until you read the comments. The tone drops into this messed up “innocent” vibe that obviously isn’t innocent, and suddenly sex toys feel more like props in a role you’re not sure you chose. You’re supposed to be the adult, but scenes twist it so you’re the one who needs control taken away, who gets told what to wear, when to touch yourself, when not to. There’s this one part where you finish in a way that should feel normal, just basic vaginal sex, thrusting, her moaning in your ear, your hands on her hips, and then the aftermath turns it sideways with one line of dialogue that makes you realize you’re not the one writing your own story at all. Natalie isn’t any softer. She just attacks your gender, your pride, your whole idea of “what kind of man I am” and pokes it until it bends. She might start with a blowjob that feels like a reward, sloppy, spit running down your shaft, eye contact that burns, then a few scenes later she’s got you dressed up, sitting pretty, dick hard and useless, while she teases you with a vibrator and jokes about how you were never much of a “real guy” anyway. The thing with this game is that every route pretends it’s just a bit of kinky fun, but then you look back and realize each girl quietly edited a part of you, like fate didn’t give you choices, only different flavors of surrender.

Helen feels like that woman you scroll past on Instagram and stop on by accident, then you realize yeah, she’s older, but your brain just goes: “oh fuck.” Not the plastic porn star thing, more like that hot neighbor who wears a swimsuit that should be illegal in a family pool and pretends she doesn’t notice everyone staring. The game leans into that. She’s the main focus, her body, her face, her little nervous smiles when she knows she’s being watched. You follow this long married couple, Helen and James, who decide they’re done pretending everything’s fine in bed and actually start talking about the horny shit they never said out loud. It’s weirdly sweet and filthy at the same time. One minute they’re having a real conversation about trust, next minute she’s on her knees and the camera is not shy at all about the details in her mouth.

What I really liked is how slow it lets you slide from “normal married life” into full-on exhibitionist chaos. There’s this scene at the pool where she’s in this thin white swimsuit, already feeling a bit exposed, and James kinda pushes her to stay like that when other guys show up. She pretends to complain, but you can see she’s turned on, the nipples clearly visible, the camera staring like it’s a horny teenager. Later, when it shifts into interracial stuff, it doesn’t pull some fake drama. It’s all talked through before. He wants to see her with another man, she wants to be wanted by someone new, and it actually feels like both are turned on, not just “oh look, new dick for no reason.” The first time she drops to her knees in front of a different guy, her hands are shaking just a bit. That little animation sold it for me more than the cum shot.

I started kinda clueless, just clicking choices like “ok sure, let’s flirt, whatever,” and then realized I was planning the scenes. Like, I’d hold back on pushing her too far in early options, so later when I picked the more daring choices, it really felt like she grew into this horny, confident milf showing off her body in public, letting strangers watch her suck, letting them touch, pushing her own limits. Some teasing scenes are brutal in the good way: guy’s cock is right there, she’s clearly dripping, but the option makes you keep it at just grinding and kissing while she’s half naked in front of an open window. And I still don’t understand why his T-shirt design changes between two scenes and never again, it bugs me every time I think about it. Anyway, the game keeps this nice mix of talking, flirting, oral, full-on fucking, all wrapped in this honest marriage vibe. It feels dirty but somehow respectful at the same time, which sounds stupid when you watch her swallow another man’s load while her husband watches, but it kinda works.

Game hits you with a gut punch right in the menu. You’re this 25-year-old guy who already had his “happily ever after” and then it just gets ripped away from him. No heroic bullshit, no magical fix, he’s a wreck. First scenes are him looking like a zombie, barely functioning, and I liked that they don’t sugarcoat it. He’s numb, he’s angry, he drinks too much, he makes bad choices, sometimes you just click through like “yeah, I’ve seen this guy on Discord at 4% battery and 0% will to live.” And then, in the middle of all that, the game suddenly drops this tall blonde girl in a tight sport uniform with a ridiculous ass and you realize, okay, this is not just depression simulator, there is definitely some cock therapy incoming. Her tits look heavy in that jersey, jiggle a bit when she leans forward, and I swear the dev has a personal obsession with thighs, because the way those shorts ride up when she stretches before practice? That’s where 30% of my saves went. I kept quicksaving right before dialogue choices just to see how slutty or tender that same scene could go, like switching between two different timelines where you’re either a broken puppy or a horny asshole who still somehow gets rewarded.

Thing is, the sex doesn’t happen in a vacuum. You can feel the main guy still carrying all that grief into every scene. There’s a moment on the bleachers where she’s straddling him, sport top pushed up just enough to show those big tits bouncing while she jerks him off under the night lights, and he suddenly spaces out, thinking of his dead lover, and you get this ugly mix of hard-on and guilt. It’s hot and uncomfortable at the same time, which I kinda loved, even though at one point the pacing goes to shit because the game keeps stopping the dirty talk to drop another sad monologue. You get animated vaginal scenes where her ass fills the whole screen, cheeks slapping, sweat on her back, that little bounce in her ponytail while she rides him on the locker room bench, and then right after that they’re talking about addiction and suicide like you just didn’t have your dick in your hand twenty seconds earlier. The tonal whiplash is nuts. But the small stuff sticks with me: her fingers tightening on his shoulder when he finally thrusts up with some actual energy, her trying to hide how wet she is after “innocent” training, that one shot where the camera lingers too long on the curve of her hip as she walks away and you notice a tiny bruise from earlier practice. I hated how the text sometimes explains things I already get from the visuals, yet I kept playing, saving, loading, chasing slightly different ways to make this broken guy lose himself between her legs again, just to see if he looks a bit less dead inside when he finally comes.