New Year in this game does not feel like some cute background theme, it hits more like a drunk family reunion where half the people want to fuck you, the other half want to kill you, and a few probably want both. You play Matt, this young soldier that comes back home after shit went really wrong and somehow also right at the same time. Town looks normal on the surface, lights, fireworks, everyone pretending the year will be better, but the whole place feels cracked. People hide things. Bodies hide more. When you start clicking around, you realize the “society destroyed” part is not just about broken buildings, it’s more like everybody’s morals fell into a blender and nobody even tried to pick them up again. Matt walks into his family house like he owns the place, and the game just throws you into these super charged scenes where your “relatives” are way too hot, way too close, and the line between comfort and corruption is a suggestion at best. The tits are big, the asses are huge, the camera is not shy at all. Sometimes it lingers a bit too long on a curve and you forget what choice you were supposed to make, you just click something and hope it leads to more skin.

Then the weird shit starts sliding in around the edges and you realize it’s also a paranormal thing, but the game never pauses to explain “oh hey, here is the lore”. Stuff flickers. Shadows move where there is no one. That one scene where you sneak outside during the fireworks, and a monster shape shows up behind the girl you’re flirting with, but nobody reacts, only the lighting on her huge chest changes. It feels like the world itself is horny and sick at the same time. Some of the sex scenes are just straight up romance with extra steps, like slow kissing, hands on hips, soft moaning, and in the next click you are dragged into this netorare situation where you’re watching someone else plow a woman you were just starting to care about. Or worse, you are the bastard doing the stealing. The game doesn’t hold your hand, you just kind of slide into those paths. Dialogue is sometimes clunky and the English makes no sense in small parts, but honestly that almost fits, because nobody in this town is truly saying what they mean anyway. I got annoyed at one tiny UI thing, like the choice buttons sit slightly off center during one of the hottest scenes and it keeps pulling my eye away, and then I forgot about it but still, it bugs me. Under all the filth there is this weird soft layer of romance, like Matt is trying to build something human while fucking his way through a broken New Year party full of secrets and supernatural eyes watching from the dark corners of every room.

Small town, horny brain, zero life plan. That is basically the vibe here. You are this awkward, way-too-thirsty guy dumped in a village where every second house somehow has a curvy mom or stacked older woman walking around in tight clothes like it is normal. You stay with your grandpa, who mostly minds his own business, and this mature woman who looks like she belongs on some trashy porn banner. Big tits, big ass, soft voice, always “accidentally” bending over in front of you. Of course she’s super caring, brings you food, checks on you at night, and sometimes you can almost see her nipples through the shirt when she forget bra. Or she doesn’t forget. Hard to say. There is this mix of wholesome and “I absolutely should not be jerking off to this” every time she shows up.

The game lets you just wander around and bump into people instead of forcing one story path, which is fun and also kind of annoying because I kept getting distracted spying on everyone. You can peek through windows, catch someone showering, see a neighbor mom breastfeeding in the living room and then pretend you saw nothing. Later you realize you can push those scenes way further if you say the right things and touch at the right time. I liked that first contact moment with the main woman when you go for a simple hug and the MC’s hand just sinks into her boobs a bit too long. She gasps, you panic, he sort of apologizes, and then the game gives you the choice to pull away or “pretend it was accident but keep touching.” Obviously you keep touching. It is a classic groping fantasy, but the way her body reacts, the little lines, the tiny changes in her face, actually feel dirty, not just “click next, boob appears.” Characters are not super deep, but they at least feel like people you could stalk on Instagram, which is worse, in a nice way. There is this teasing with the virgin angle too, the MC is horny as hell but still kind of clueless. Sometimes he talks big and then pussy out when shit gets real, which pissed me off and also made him feel more believable. Also one of the moms absolutely milks herself in front of you like it is a normal Tuesday and that scene is burned in my brain forever, in a good but also “what am I doing with my life” kind of way.

What surprised me was how often the game just lets you sit in a moment and watch. Like you stand in the hallway, looking through a slightly open door, and see this mature woman half naked, squeezing her own breast because it is full and dripping, and the sound is almost wet in your head even if it is just text and image. Your choices decide if you stay to stare, walk in and pretend you heard a noise, or walk away like a coward. I pretended to leave, then came back, then quicksaved, then tried every option because I’m degenerate and also curious if the game would punish me. Sometimes it does, sometimes it just quietly tracks your pervy behavior and later she calls you out for always lurking around. That mix of being a sneaky voyeur and then suddenly invited to touch, to taste, to be basically her private toy, hits hard. And not everything is hot; there are clunky parts, some stiff lines, a few scenes repeat too much, and the sandbox can feel like wandering Pornhub with no search bar. But when it clicks, when you’re sitting on the couch, her in a tank top with no bra, your hand slowly sliding up her thigh while your “relative” walks in the next room, and you know one more click will push past the line you can’t pretend away anymore, it feels exactly like that dumb teenage fantasy your brain never really deleted.

The whole thing feels like somebody watched too many late night American Pie clones, then decided to turn that horny brain fog into a sandbox game and just never stopped. You start as this guy who pretty much exists to orbit around older women with bodies that look like they were designed by a frustrated teenager with access to Blender and zero shame. Heavy tits that strain their tops, asses that fill the screen when the camera gets lazy, that kind of very honest visual style. It is not subtle. At all. You roam through the house, the neighborhood, a few side spots, poking into rooms you probably should not, checking windows you really should not, clicking on little icons like a rat hitting the pleasure button. Half the “gameplay” is you pretending you’re just exploring, while the camera clearly knows you are there to stare when some milf bends over the sink or stretches in front of the TV in tiny shorts that ride up every time she breathes.

What I liked, in a strange way, is how shameless the pacing is. One moment you are just wandering, half bored, thinking “ok, nothing is happening, maybe I close the tab and open Reddit,” then you walk in on a late-night masturbation scene in the bathroom with soft moaning and a very deliberate close-up animation that loops just a little too long, like the dev got distracted watching their own work. The animated bits are sometimes clunky, hips moving slightly off rhythm, breasts jiggling a bit like jelly instead of flesh, but that roughness has a certain charm. It feels like those old Newgrounds sex games that tried really hard to be erotic even when the movement was a bit cursed. The voyeur aspect hits the brain in that dirty way: hiding behind doors, peeking through keyholes, catching a milf “accidentally” leaving her curtains open while she fingers herself on the couch. You are not supposed to be there, and of course the game wants you there. Sometimes that tension works, sometimes it just feels like you are running in circles waiting for the correct time-of-day trigger to finally let you catch her in the shower again.

Then you get that sandbox structure on top, which is both nice and annoying. Freedom sounds cool until you are stuck doing the same dumb route across the house, clicking the same sofa, kitchen, bedroom, hoping some new big ass will present itself in a slightly different pose. When it works, though, you stumble into these small scenes that feel oddly personal. Like the milf in the tight tank top pretending to watch a movie, her nipples pressing against the fabric, and your character just sits way too close. No dialogue wall, just some short lines, a hand on her thigh, a slow pan down her body while she pretends not to notice, then the camera sneaks between her legs and you realize she was already wet, touching herself under the blanket long before you came in. Those are the moments where the voyeurism stops being just “peeking from outside” and turns into this weird power play, like you are being allowed to see something secret precisely because you are acting like you should not. There is a lot of jerking off too, obviously. The game loves masturbation as a bridge between scenes: you watch her get off in the shower, then cut to the guy in his room, pants around ankles, stroking to what he just saw, cum splashing on his belly in an animation that is both crude and effective. It is trashy, horny, a little repetitive, occasionally frustrating, and every now and then it hits that perfect sleazy rhythm where you stop caring about flaws and just lean forward, waiting for the next milf to “accidentally” leave her door unlocked.

Holy Shaft feels like somebody mashed together a horny visual novel, a shitty elevator safety video and a humiliation kink discord, then forgot to proofread anything and just shipped it. Which kinda works, somehow. You start in this janky little elevator that looks like it should be going to the office, but instead every floor is a new “what the hell did I walk into” situation. It’s not long-winded at all: door opens, you get smacked in the face with a scenario, you pick your poison, you get either sex, pain, cringe, or all three at once. Then ding, next floor. I was basically treating it like an achievement hunt: “ok, what do I have to say or click here to get her to pull out the toys instead of just slapping me and kicking me out again?” That kind of vibe. Sometimes the game rewards you with a proper scene, sometimes it feels like you got blueballed by the script, but you can kind of see the invisible flowchart in your head after a few runs and it becomes this weird puzzle of horny cause and effect.

What stuck to me most are those tiny branching moments where you think “this answer is stupid, no one picks this,” and of course that’s the one that opens the best scene. There’s this one floor where you can either play it polite or lean into being a complete degenerate. The polite path gives you like two lines and a half-assed tease. Go full trash, and suddenly she’s got a toolbox worth of sex toys out and you’re watching her decide if you deserve the vibrator or the paddle first. The animation is simple but it hits the important parts: jiggle, impact, expressions that actually change when you mess up or push too far. I liked how some characters take your earlier choices personally. Humiliate someone on one floor, then later you see her again and she’s way more rough with you, like she’s keeping score. Or you play submissive all the way and some of them switch into this mocking, playful bullying that feels like soft degradation porn. Sometimes it looks a bit cheap, like “Unity test build with horny plugin” energy, and some punchlines fall flat like an old meme, but then you get a scene where the spanking rhythm syncs with the sound and suddenly it’s way hotter than it has any right to be. The multiple endings thing, honestly, feels more like a set of “you were a good little perv / you were a trash fire” medals than big cinematic finales, but if you’re like me and have a notepad in Google Keep with “ok, Floor 3: choose rude option twice, then agree, then don’t back out” scribbled down, it scratches that completionist brain hard enough you keep riding that cursed elevator again and again.

Jason starts the story just like some basic guy messing with an old camera he probably should have left in the trash, and from there it goes straight into “what the fuck is happening” territory. The camera doesn’t just take pictures, it pokes at people’s heads, pushes their urges, flips their personalities a bit every time you click. You’re not just watching either, you’re the one choosing who to point it at, when to push harder, when to pull back, and when to say “nah, fuck it, let’s see how far this goes.” One photo it’s harmless teasing, the next it’s your shy relative suddenly posing like she’s on some horny Instagram, tits pressed together, ass turned just perfectly, like the camera crawled into her brain and whispered all her dirty fantasies back at her. And the wild part is how normal the scenes start: chatting in the living room, chilling in a bedroom, hanging in the kitchen, then the paranormal shit creeps in so slowly you start forgetting what “normal” even was.

The story plays a lot with power trips and that nasty little voice in your head that asks “would I actually do this if nobody could stop me?” You’ve got family around you, MILFs with big tits who should absolutely know better, sisters or aunts who start off annoyed at you, then a few corrupted snapshots later they’re “accidentally” walking around half naked, or letting your hand stay on their ass a bit too long. There are moments where you’re straight up blackmailing them with photos they’d never want anyone to see, turning embarrassed gasps into rough groping and forced kissing that slowly melts into them grinding against you, wet and confused and totally hooked. The game doesn’t pretend it’s wholesome; you watch them touch themselves in secret, listen to their muffled moans through thin walls, catch them masturbating while thinking about the exact scene you forced them into before. Sometimes you even send them pictures of their own corruption, just to push them over the edge. Lesbian scenes pop up too, like when two of them end up tangled on a couch, one corrupted by the camera and dragging the other down with her, fingers sliding between thighs, tongues exploring, leaving smeared lipstick and cum on each other’s skin while you watch like a fucking creep from the doorway.

Stuff gets rougher when the camera starts twisting more than just lust. People get a little broken: jealousy, cheating, ugly romance that feels more like obsession. You can nudge them to betray partners off-screen, turn a girlfriend type into a cheating slut who begs you to record her getting railed, or push a sweet mom figure into a full-on exhibitionist, showing off her big ass to strangers, pretending she’s scared while her nipples are clearly hard. The mind control angle is sneaky, not just “click, you’re my slave,” but this creeping corruption that makes them think the ideas are theirs. One scene has you taking photos of a woman covered in bruises and bite marks that you gave her earlier, and she’s shaking, somewhere between fear and craving, knowing you’ll share those shots if she says no next time. There are jumpy, violent flashes too, like the camera showing you things that might happen if you go too far, and sometimes you push anyway, just to see. All of this is wrapped in those animated shots where tits bounce, tongues glide over skin, cum spills down chins after messy oral, and you’re stuck in that horny loop of “just one more scene” while the line between you controlling the camera and the camera controlling you starts to feel very, very thin.

Cold country, warm panties, that is the vibe here. You are Misha, officially labeled a “parasite” by this lovely red-flag circus, and they expect you to act like a good little cog while every woman around you is basically begging the universe for a reason to misbehave. The city is gray, the buildings are ugly, everyone parrots the Party slogans like zombies, and then you go home and your “proper” household looks like some fucked up mix of political prison and porn shoot. On paper you must study hard, work your shift, salute the portraits. In practice you are trying not to stare at the way your landlady’s blouse buttons look like they are one good breath away from exploding, or how your “respectable” teacher leans over your desk until her tits brush your notebook and she asks if you really understand the lesson. Very subtle academic support. Sure.

The gameplay part is mostly you picking choices and watching Misha get dragged between fear and horniness. One minute you are in class being humiliated in front of everyone for some minor “ideological deviation”, next minute that same strict officer or teacher corners you after hours, sits on the edge of the desk, stockings half-showing, and starts grilling you about your “loyalty” while grinding against your thigh like that is part of the test. I clicked the slightly braver dialogue option once and it turned into this slow, teasing scene where she pretends to punish you, but actually she is the one breathing heavy and you are the virgin who somehow has to keep up. The animations sell it pretty well, you actually see the way her ass moves when she rides you in that cramped office, trying to stay quiet because the Party posters are literally staring from the wall. It is ridiculous and hot at the same time. At home it is even worse; there is this moment in the tiny kitchen where your older housemate is pretending to scold you for not doing chores, but her tits are sliding around in this thin top and she keeps “accidentally” pressing her ass against your crotch while washing dishes. You know exactly what she wants, she knows you know, but the regime says no sex before marriage, no dirty thoughts, only productivity. Yeah, sure. The flirting is long, dirty, lots of teasing and denial, and when it finally moves to the bedroom, she rides you like she wants to erase your entire ideology through your dick, with the kind of ahegao face that would probably get her executed if anybody saw it. It is not subtle romance, it is messy, horny, and somehow still sweet in a fucked up way, because between all the slogans and spying neighbors, these little moments of naked skin and whispered jokes feel like the only real freedom anyone has left.

Etlina's Principle looks like one of those games that pretends to be a serious sci fi story, but then five minutes later you’re balls-deep in a slime girl that just tried to kill you. In a good way. You start as this guy in a fucked-up militarized city, everything shiny, wet and wrong, like someone melted a factory over a forest. The symbiote thing is not just flavor text. Your “living suit” literally hugs your skin, reacts when you stare too long at some monster girl hips, and quietly pushes you toward horny decisions while pretending to be “tactical support”. You click around, point at some ruined alley or organic-looking door, and every time you think “ok, normal route”, the game slides in some corrupt little twist. Basic patrol? Suddenly you’re wrestling tentacles on a half-organic staircase while your suit whispers how much better it would feel if you just stop resisting and let them inside. And you can. Of course you can. Sometimes it feels like the dev sat with a notepad that said “how much can I mix graphic violence and sex before someone calls a therapist” and then just kept going, because it’s not shy at all: one room has bodies half fused into the walls, oozing black slime, and right after that you get a shy slime girl offering to heal your wounds with “full contact” and that healing is absolutely not PG. She pulls you in, your character’s mouth opens slightly, the suit tightens, there’s this sick mix of panic and arousal, and you end up fucking a girl whose body ripples around your cock like warm jelly. And the worst part is, it feels earned because you actually solved a little navigation puzzle to reach her, so your brain goes “reward unlocked” like it was Steam, while your dick already pressed Alt+Enter.

The point and click stuff is simple but sneaky. You think you’re just searching for ammo or lore, then you click on some pulsating growth on the wall and boom, now it’s a living corridor that closes behind you, dripping, and you realize you triggered a corruption path. You still get choices, VN style, but they’re often like: “shoot the monster girl” or “let her pin you and maybe suck your soul through your cock”. You try to be the good soldier, member of this HOWL squad, keeping humanity safe, then a corrupted girl with half-mask latex face straddles you and suddenly “humanity” feels very abstract. Tentacles here are not just background props either; they function as navigation, trap, and sex toy at the same time. You fall in a pit, slime tendrils grab your wrists and ankles, the suit tries to harden to protect you, fails on purpose, and then the game slowly describes how one slick tendril slides under the living armor and nudges your shaft, while another teases between your legs and you realize the encounter gives you a permanent symbiote buff if you let it continue. It’s smart, annoying and hot. I like how the city feels like a giant living dungeon, all this dystopian crap and nervous military chatter on the radio, then you turn a corner and meet a monster girl with bright eyes who talks like a horny Discord roleplayer and still manages to be scary when she opens her chest and you see teeth where boobs should be. The only thing that bothered me was this tiny UI click sound that feels like Windows XP and does not fit at all with wet latex apocalypse, and it never changes. And while the violence gets really rough sometimes, with ripped bodies and messy transformations, the game still keeps pushing you back into vaginal sex scenes like that’s the “normal” part, as if getting shoved into a slime nest and slowly corrupted into something not fully human is just another Monday. Somewhere in the middle you stop asking “is he still the same man” and more ask “ok but what happens if I let the symbiote fully take control during the next boss fight and sex scene combo”, because the line between battle and fucking gets thinner every click.

This fantasy romp throws you straight into the deep end - you wake up in some demon lord's castle with zero explanation and a very real threat of getting murdered if you step out of line. The premise sounds terrifying until you realize you're basically living in a supernatural harem situation. Your captor might be temperamental and deadly, but hey, at least the other prisoners are gorgeous monster girls who apparently have nothing better to do than chat you up.

The 3D animations are surprisingly smooth when things get steamy, and trust me, they do get steamy. Each demon girl has her own personality quirks and backstory that actually matter - not just cookie-cutter "I'm horny" dialogue. One minute you're having a philosophical discussion about imprisonment, the next you're getting a handjob from a succubus who's genuinely curious about human anatomy. The contrast is jarring but somehow works. What doesn't work is how the male protagonist occasionally sounds like he wandered in from a completely different game, spouting generic hentai lines that clash with the otherwise decent writing.

The castle exploration feels pointless though - you can wander around all you want, but there's really only a handful of rooms that matter. I kept expecting some kind of escape plot or deeper mystery about why you're there, but nope, it's just "talk to demon girls, get sexual favors, repeat." Not that I'm complaining about the sexual content itself - the big-titted demon designs are genuinely creative, mixing traditional succubus elements with more exotic monster features. The handjob scenes have actual technique variety instead of the usual repetitive motions. Still wish there was more plot substance beyond "don't anger the boss lady while you fuck her subordinates." But sometimes simple works.

Elisa’s campus looks normal for like five seconds. Brick buildings, bright sun on the field, some basic-ass lockers that look like they were copied from a stock photo, the usual. Then the camera follows her in that too-tight cheer outfit and suddenly everything feels one step away from a cult ritual with pom-poms. She’s this pretty, slightly naive girl with that “I want everyone to love me” energy, and the game never lets you forget that every choice is about who gets to play with that weakness. Sometimes it is her using it. Sometimes it is someone using it on her. Often both, which is the fun part.

The mood swings a lot. One moment she’s trying to be a good student, actually doing homework in her dorm while you click through dialogue and think “ok, normal VN stuff,” then some smug guy from the team sits on her desk like he owns the room and the energy flips. He talks down to her, calls her his “little mascot”, pulls her by the chin, and you get those options like “push him away” or “go on your knees” and you know damn well what the horny part of your brain wants. When you choose to give in, the scene does not play shy. There is full-on oral, sloppy, with her mascara just a bit smeared and the camera way too close to her lips moving up and down his cock. The animation is not Hollywood smooth, it looks slightly janky sometimes, but honestly that makes it feel more like a cursed amateur sex tape some eldritch entity left in the school archive. I liked that. I hated that. I still clicked again.

What got me was how the power flips are not clean. You can push her into this queen-bitch path, where she realizes guys will do anything just to get between her legs. She learns to weaponize her smile in the locker room, telling some nerd to hold her bag, calling him “doggy” while she steps close enough that his brain shuts down. She humiliates him softly, making him stare at her panties under the skirt, then laughing when he stutters. And yet later, in the same save, she can be on her back in a dark classroom, legs spread, taking rough vaginal pounding from a teacher who talks like he owns her future. “You want that scholarship, Elisa?” he asks, and the text choices pretend she has a say, but you already chose the path ten scenes earlier. There is something almost Lovecraft about that. Not the tentacles, but the idea that her “freedom” is just a thin veil over deeper control. She thinks she manipulates; the system manipulates her. Also there is a blowjob behind the bleachers that goes on longer than it should and I still remember how her throat bulged a little when he forced himself deeper. The sounds are filthy in a good way and then someone walks by outside and she has to keep sucking while silently panicking. I wanted more scenes where she fully takes charge and uses guys like furniture, just stomping on their ego and dignity, but the game keeps pulling her back into being the toy too. It annoyed me. It turned me on. I’m still not sure which part won.

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.