Mrs. Moore looks like that neighbor you wave at when you take out trash, then forget right away. Boring cardigan, safe haircut, dead bedroom vibes. Game starts there and just keeps asking "ok, but what if she didn't stay boring?" She gets this secret offer to break her routine and from the first choice you already feel like you’re cheating on your own idea of what a housewife is supposed to be. I liked how the first scenes are slow and awkward, not instantly porn logic. There is this bit where she’s in the kitchen, washing dishes, husband mumbling about his day, and you can already push her into these tiny dirty thoughts. Not full-on horny yet, more like "what if someone touched me here, just a little." That early teasing made the later corruption feel way hotter for me than just "here is sex scene number 1."

What hit me harder than I expected is how much the game leans into watching and being watched. A lot of early heat is just her being looked at. Shorter skirt, bending a bit too far, a hand "accidentally" brushing her ass in a crowd, stuff like that. That first groping scene on public transport, where you can decide if she freezes, enjoys, or pushes back, is kind of the real start of her double life. I picked the more curious option, of course, and the way her face changes in the next animated loop made me go "oh ok, this dev actually gets it." Then they throw in some kinky cosplay later, with her trying on outfits she clearly thinks are too much for a married woman, while you, absolute degenerate, make her keep going. One second she is dressed like a shy librarian, two clicks later she’s kneeling, skirt up, some monster-looking dude behind her going raw and she is moaning through a gag. I’m exaggerating, but not by a lot. The group scenes hit hard too, mostly because by the time you get there she is already used to being touched by more than one person, like it's no big deal her mouth is busy while someone else is spreading her ass. The oral scenes with the futa characters surprised me. She starts with this "I’m just curious" vibe and ends with her throat completely claimed, mascara running, and then you still get her craving a creampie after.

Funny thing, the game is kind of a sandbox but also not really free. You get some lewd minigames thrown in, like timing a stroke or picking the right angle in a voyeur scene, and half the time I messed up on purpose just to see her fail and blush. There is a scene where she sneaks into a room to peek at two girls going at it, and you can either just watch like a proper creep or join and turn it into this messy lesbian threesome where everyone ends up naked on the floor. The female protagonist angle is nice because the camera is almost always on her body and her reactions. You can go heavy into anal stuff with her too, there is one moment where she is pretending to be this classy milf in some office cosplay, but two seconds later she is bent over the desk, big tits pressed on the papers, some guy stretching her ass while another one is filming. Animations are honestly better than they need to be for porn game, which is annoying, because now I expect this level everywhere. Voice acting surprised me. Her little gasps when she gets stripped or when a tongue first touches her pussy during oral made me pause Spotify and just listen. What I hated, very specific, is one outfit that looks like someone let Instagram reel stylist design a "sexy wife" set. It broke the fantasy for me, but I kept clicking anyway because I am weak and the next scene had her getting filled from both ends then dripping cum on the hotel carpet. Also, I still think the husband is too forgettable, but maybe that is the point: he exists so she can fuck everything else.

Game feels like someone mashed together a horny fairy tale and a hospital drama, then forgot to clean the edges. You start as this guy who looks older than he should, like life already kicked him in the balls a few times before the story even begins. Doctors poked you, scanned you, gave you long words that sound fake, but in the end you just go home to that small apartment with your aunt who is way too hot to be just background character. The game knows it too. Camera loves her. Every time she leans over the table, the focus is on those huge tits pressed against some cheap house clothes that look two sizes too small. She treats you like fragile glass, touches your face, strokes your hair, hugs you a bit too long, and the MC is just stuck between "she raised me" and "I really want to grab that ass". That awkward line is where most of the tension sits, and it works, even when it kind of shouldn't.

Story pretends to be serious at first. Talks about sickness, about being tired, about days feeling the same. Then out of nowhere you get these weird moments, like time slowing down, or you staring at people and seeing something flicker around them. There is a scene where you watch your aunt talking to some stranger at the door and the screen lingers on her chest rising and falling while the text goes on about "something strange in the air" and I was there thinking yeah, I can see what is strange, buddy. You catch yourself spying on her more and more, like when she thinks you are asleep and she changes clothes, and the camera hides behind the door frame while she pulls up her top and those massive boobs just spill out in soft light from the corridor. The writing calls it "accidentally witnessing" but come on, you clicked that choice on purpose. Sometimes the internal monologue tries to be deep, like talking about mortality and fear, then next line is literally you wondering how her nipples taste. It is messy, but in a way that feels honest, like an actual horny brain with anxiety.

There are a few moments that stuck to my head. One is on the couch, you lying with your head in her lap while she massages your scalp and watches some stupid show. Her shirt rides up, your cheek almost brushes the underside of her breast, and you get that small menu where you can just stay still, "shift a little," or straight up try to sneak a hand higher on her thigh. I picked the middle one, expecting nothing, and the game did this tiny thing where she pauses, glances down at you, smiles in this sad way and says you must be uncomfortable, then adjusts you, pressing your head closer between her thighs like she has no idea what that does to you. Of course she knows. Another scene, you catch her in the bathroom, door not fully closed, water running. She bends over the sink, no bra, only panties, and you see everything from behind through the gap. No big music, no special effect, just this long, silent view while text asks if you should look away. I actually laughed, because there was no chance I was clicking "respect her privacy" after that slow pan. The game can be clumsy like that, asking you to be pure after sending her jugs bouncing in your face five times already.

I wish the pacing was cleaner, but also if they "fixed" it, it would lose that strange, horny daydream vibe. One moment you think you are unlocking epic supernatural stuff, the next you are stuck in a kitchen scene where she keeps teasing you by "innocently" brushing her big tits against your back while reaching for a plate. It is almost like the story forgets it is about magic or power and just goes, nah, let's watch auntie bend over in yoga pants again. Sometimes the lighting on her skin looks crazy real in one shot, then weird and plastic in the next, like they changed style halfway and never looked back. I kept Alt-Tabbing to Telegram to answer people and then jumping back just to stare at her walking around the apartment again, so whatever they did, it worked on me. The teasing is mean in a good way too: a lot of groping that "just happens", your hand slipping when she helps you stand up, her pretending not to notice while clearly pushing her chest into it. At one point she guides your hand herself under the blanket "to warm up" and then never comments, which is insane and also exactly the kind of thing that keeps you thinking about it later when you should be doing something else. I kinda hate that some choices feel like they change everything and then nothing really shifts after, but then she leans over again, those big tits right there, and suddenly I forget what I was even complaining about.

Game feels like someone threw Stalker, a sex toy shop and a bad breakup into a mixer, then forgot to put the lid on. You play this girl wandering a fucked-up anomaly zone, where everything hums like a cheap fridge about to explode. No choices, no branches, it just drags you along, but in a weird way that works. You’re not “roleplaying” her so much as watching her unravel while you sit there with one hand on the mouse and the other… yeah. One of the first scenes that really stuck with me is when she’s alone in some rusted-out industrial corridor, all red emergency lights, and she pulls this ugly, jury-rigged vibrator from her pack. It’s not sexy at first. It looks like something you’d use to torture information out of someone, like, wrong shape, wrong noise, buzzing like an electric toothbrush dying. She’s covered in grime and bruises, and instead of the usual porn-game bullshit where the girl poses like a catalog model, she just slides down the wall and starts using it because she needs something, anything, to remind her she’s still a person and not just meat walking through radiation. That mix of “I shouldn’t be turned on by this” and “okay but I am” pretty much sums up the tone.

The sex isn’t soft-focus romance, even when it is technically romance. There’s this guy she keeps crossing paths with, and their chemistry feels like two broken lighters trying to make one working flame. They care about each other, kind of, but everything around them is rotting, and the game loves to tease you with tenderness before smashing you in the teeth. You’ll get a sweet hand-holding moment, then five minutes later she’s masturbating alone in some abandoned checkpoint, using a smooth metal artifact that might be worth a fortune, or might kill her, with this look that’s half desperation and half “fuck it, if I die like this, at least I came.” The toy scenes are surprisingly varied, though sometimes the pacing is off. There’s one long masturbation stretch where I honestly tabbed out to check Telegram because it felt like the same angle and the same moaning loop. Then the game hits you with an absolutely brutal, bloody encounter, and suddenly that earlier slow scene makes sense because your brain’s still echoing with it while you watch her crawl away from a body that honestly looks too real. The violence is not pretty. People get torn up, shot, melted, and the camera doesn’t politely look away. That clash of erotic tension with graphic wounds makes the whole thing uncomfortable in a deliberate way. It’s not “gore porn” for the sake of shock, more like the dev wanted you to constantly ask yourself where your own line is, and then step over it anyway.

The world itself feels claustrophobic even when the locations are open. You can almost smell the wet concrete and rust. Some of the romance bits are genuinely cute though, in this bitter, awkward style. Like she’s sitting in a half-collapsed truck, passing a flask back and forth with her sort-of-partner, knees touching, and for two minutes you forget there are supernatural anomalies outside tearing people apart. Then she ends up grinding on his thigh, trying not to make noise because other scavengers might be nearby. There’s this one shot where her panties are halfway down, gun still strapped to her leg, and you can see a blood smear on her thigh that clearly isn’t from sex, and that detail just lodged in my head. The game likes these ugly little truths. Her orgasms are messy, not glamorous, sometimes a bit sad. She cries once while using a toy, and the camera doesn’t overly fetishize it, it just stays with her long enough that you start feeling weirdly protective. To be fair, a few scenes try too hard to be “deep” and end up coming off like edge-lord poetry, but then the next event is her quietly humping the handle of an artifact while listening to distant gunfire, and suddenly you’re back in it. It’s not romantic in the classic sense, but the way it mixes need, fear, loneliness and pure raw horniness feels more honest than most “love story” porn games I’ve seen. And yeah, I’m still annoyed that one corridor light flickers in exactly the same rhythm every time and my brain catches it like a gnat, but I keep thinking about that filthy wall, that awful buzzing toy, and the way she keeps going anyway.

You start as this young sultan who basically inherited a messy empire, a half-empty harem and a bunch of advisors who care more about their own pockets than your crown. The game doesn’t treat you like some all-powerful god from the first minute, more like a horny newbie with a very big title and not enough experience. You’re juggling money, politics, and a growing collection of very different girls and boys, all with their own hang-ups and kinks. One moment you’re trying to keep the janissaries from revolting, the next you’re deciding if the new redhead slave gets trained as a personal toy or sent to charm some foreign ambassador. That kind of “ok I just wanted to see titties, why am I making trade deals now” feeling is pretty much the core vibe here. The management part sneaks up on you: taxes, buildings, intrigue, and then suddenly you’re halfway through min-maxing your silk routes just to afford another exotic dancer with a ridiculous ass.

The harem stuff isn’t just “collect girl, fuck girl, forget girl”. Some of them fall in love, some just want to serve, some definitely want to own you back. You can be very soft, boyfriend-style romantic with one wife, giving her slow oral in a candlelit bath while she moans and tells you about her fears, and five minutes later you’re in the training room with the leather toys on the wall, collaring a mouthy slave and using her throat like it’s your property. There’s a nice contrast between those quiet bedroom scenes and the louder group events, like that first time you organize a private orgy to celebrate winning a war: half the harem piled on silk cushions, girls sharing your cock, a nobleman watching while his “gift” gets taken from behind right in front of him. Some scenes go into gay content too, which actually fits the court vibe: a loyal guard kneeling, kissing your ring, then your shaft, clearly torn between worship and lust while you decide if he gets promoted or just fucked. There’s cheating drama baked in as well; you can promise one beloved concubine to be “only hers”, then sneak off to have anal fun with the new dancer in the baths, hoping the little spying eunuch doesn’t talk. And of course he talks.

Sex isn’t just a menu choice here; your political choices change who you can touch and how. You want that proud noblewoman with the big tits who keeps insulting you in council? Maybe you crush her family in a tax scandal and she ends up in chains in your private chambers, glaring at you while you finger her wet pussy and tell her exactly what her new job is. Or you go the other way and actually woo her, give her power, and she climbs into your lap by her own will, riding you slow while whispering court secrets. The sandbox structure means you keep stumbling into weird stuff: a lesbian scene where two of your favorites start “training” each other without your order, one licking the other’s ass while they talk shit about your fashion sense; a sudden option to lend a slave to a visiting prince for a night and later decide if you punish her for “enjoying it too much”. A lot of the fun is in those small moments: trying to keep track of who you promised anal to, or realizing that the quiet bookish girl you kept ignoring now runs half your palace because you focused too much on the big tits. It’s messy, horny, and kind of mean sometimes, like real court gossip mixed with porn, and the game doesn’t really care if you try to be a good guy or the kind of sultan who uses every mouth and hole in the building just because he can.

Monet feels like somebody took a regular city, squeezed out all the warmth, and replaced it with glass, chrome and secrets. IRYS throws you in there like you just woke up from a dream you half remember, wearing a cheap suit and an ID badge that says you belong to Deimos. You start as this regular office guy, doing spreadsheets, watching useless meetings on Zoom while pretending to listen, getting coffee that tastes like it was filtered through somebody’s sadness. On the surface it’s that boring corporate life. Then you start noticing small weird things. People know things about you that you never told them. A coworker remembers a night you “spent together” that you’re pretty damn sure never happened. Your boss praises you for a project you have no memory of, and in the same breath hints that you owe him more than just good performance. That’s when the game starts to crawl under your skin a little.

The horny part doesn’t show up like a hentai pop-up. It slips into the routine. You’re in a late-night office review, just you and this colleague with big soft tits almost falling out of her blouse, blue light from the monitor on her skin, both of you talking about quarterly targets like robots. Then there’s a line of dialogue that feels too intimate. She leans in too close. Her hand stays too long on your shoulder. One click and you push her away and keep pretending to be a good boy. Another click and you grab her wrist, pull her into your lap, and suddenly your boring Excel sheet is sharing space with her moans and the sound of your cock sliding into her on the boss’s fancy ergonomic chair. IRYS is like that a lot. It gives you these “professional” masks and waits for you to peel them off. Sex scenes are very physical, animated just enough that when you’re fucking her against the office window or bending her over a lab table, you feel every thrust. Sometimes you are gentle, slow, like she is something you want to protect from this fucked up city. Other times the corruption hits and you use her, hand on her throat, filling her raw and hard while she begs you not to stop, even when the guilt dialogue kicks in afterward and makes you question if those feelings are yours or some Deimos script injected into your brain.

What really got me was how the romance and the sci-fi mess bleed into each other. There is this one scene where you wake up in your small apartment, naked, next to a coworker you definitely did not take home. Her hair is messy, thighs still glistening, your cum leaking out of her, and she looks at you like you have been lovers for months. You check your phone and there are whole chat logs, selfies, dirty pics, little heart emojis, like a full relationship that someone speedran while you were asleep. It feels like the universe glitched and rewrote your fate. As somebody who actually believes in destiny, that hit weird. You start asking: did I really fall for her before and just forgot, or was this romance manufactured in some secret Deimos experiment so they can pull my strings better? Later, when you take her in the back of the office, pressed against a server rack humming with data, her legs wrapped around your waist while you fuck her deep and she whispers that you were “always meant for each other”, you can’t even tell if that’s sweet or just another line of code. The game loves putting you in those moments. You climax inside her during some illegal lab test, alarms faint in the background, and instead of simple post-nut clarity you get this strange dream flash of another timeline where you never joined Deimos and she never existed. IRYS keeps poking: is your dick leading you, or is the company guiding your dick so it can own your heart and your guilt at the same time. I kinda hate that it works so well. I also kinda love it. I’m confused. It fits the city.

This thing feels like somebody smashed together every horny Japan fantasy from old forums, some meme culture, and then just let it run free on your phone while you pretend you’re checking WhatsApp in public. You’re this dude dropped into “country of the rising sun” territory, but it’s not trying to be deep or realistic. It’s more like scrolling horny Twitter, then suddenly you’re in the middle of a harem adventure where everyone has gravity‑defying tits and no sense of personal space. First girl I met had boobs so big they were practically their own side characters, bouncing like they’re animated on a slightly drunk Friday night. She’s flirting, you’re picking dialogue, suddenly it goes from joking about anime to her pressed against you in a train, nipples poking through the uniform like the fabric is begging for mercy. And the game just shrugs like “yeah, that’s normal here.”

What I really liked is it pretends to be a laid-back sandbox romance, then slips a parody scene right in the middle of you trying to be a decent guy. One moment you’re walking around some generic city street, basic UI at the bottom, checking your messages, thinking you’re playing it smooth like in a dating sim. Next moment, a crossover event slaps you in the face: a familiar “totally not that famous waifu from that big anime” shows up, with bigger tits, new name, same chaotic energy. She cracks a dirty joke, the game breaks the fourth wall, and suddenly you’re in her room, clothes half off, phone vibrating on the bed, and she’s riding you like she’s trying to break a speedrun record. The sex scenes go straight to the point: pussy shots, close view, her moaning in that over-the-top anime style while your character’s just hanging on for dear life. There is one romance path where you actually feel something like feelings, then the script instantly ruins it with some dumb gag and I kind of loved that, even if it pissed me off. Vaginal scenes are done like old-school hentai loops, lots of focus on those huge boobs bouncing in rhythm, cum dripping, her legs wrapped around you while the camera refuses to be modest. Sometimes the pacing is all over the place, like you switch from a funny harem argument to a hardcore fuck session with almost no buildup, and it shouldn’t work, but somehow that chaos kind of fits the whole vibe. I opened it once just to “check something quick” and ended up stuck on a long scene with three girls teasing each other over who gets to sit on your lap first, like a horny version of musical chairs that never ends properly.

On mobile it’s very “one hand for phone, one hand for you,” which feels intentional. Text choices, quick taps, small icons, you’re flirting while your bus stop is getting closer and closer and you’re absolutely not stopping the scene. There’s this one adventure-style part where you’re moving between locations, picking who to visit, and you accidentally trigger a chain where two big-boob heroines end up arguing over you at a café. They lean in, tits almost on the table, voices rising, and some NPCs in the background are drawn like they know exactly what’s about to happen. Next cut, one drags you somewhere “private,” shoves your back to the wall, yanks your pants down, and starts riding your dick raw, her breasts slapping your chest, sweat on her collarbone catching the light. The parody side keeps leaking in: a character referencing gacha pulls while literally “pulling” your cock, or romance flags popping right when she’s moaning your name with her pussy clenching on you. It’s stupid, overcharged, self-aware, actually kind of sweet in a very horny, very not-safe-for-anything way, and incredibly easy to play with your thumb while you pretend you’re just checking Instagram.

This one feels like watching a therapy session where the camera gets way too honest and nobody hits the brakes at the right time. You’re stuck in the guy’s head, this therapist who’s supposed to be all calm and clinical, and at first he really tries. He asks the right questions, takes notes, pretends he doesn’t see her tits pressing against that way-too-tight top when she leans forward. The whole thing is just two people in a room, talking, and somehow it gets hotter than half the games that throw ten naked models at you in five minutes. Stuff escalates slow. She shifts on the couch, her skirt rides up, he adjusts his glasses like that’s gonna hide the fact his eyes are locked on her ass. And the camera loves her body. Big tits, big ass, that soft, almost glossy skin that 3D smut devs do when they actually care about light. Everything is animated just enough so you feel every little move: legs crossing, fingers fidgeting, her tongue touching her lip when she lies. That lip thing killed me, honestly.

At some point the talk moves into her boyfriend situation, and it stops being harmless fantasy. There’s cheating all over the place, just not shouted about. She hints that he doesn’t satisfy her, teases about what she really needs, and you can see the therapist trying to keep the professional tone while his brain is screaming. You get these dialogue choices where you can stay polite or push a little, and when you choose the “wrong” answer, it’s very obviously the right one for horny people. One second he is asking about her anxiety, next second she is on his lap, grinding, whispering shit in his ear about how she always wanted an older man with power over her. Her lips around his cock feel extra dirty because five minutes earlier she was talking about trauma like it was a TED Talk. The game doesn’t flinch away from interracial stuff either, just puts it on screen and lets you sit with how taboo it feels in a clinical, white-wall office. There’s groping that starts as “accidental” and ends with him palming her tits like he owns them, and actual vaginal sex where the animations are slow and weighty, not that jackhammer nonsense. It looks good, even when her hair clips through her shoulder sometimes, which pissed me off more than it should and now I can’t unsee it. The session is only about an hour, totally on rails like a kinetic novel, but in that time it goes from calm conversation to her riding him on the therapist chair while the clock on the wall keeps ticking like nothing special is happening. Reminded me weirdly of browsing old Winamp skins while listening to chiptune playlists on Spotify, that same cozy, retro brain vibe, except here you’re getting a blowjob between questions about childhood.

Sound is surprisingly on point too. Not some huge soundtrack, just low ambient music and these little breathing noises that make the oral scenes way more intense than they visually should be. The moans aren’t overdone, more like that quiet, breathy kind when she’s trying to keep control and totally fails. When he finally loses his “I’m a professional” mask and just grabs her, pushes her against the couch and slides into her, there’s this tiny pause before the first thrust where nothing moves, and it hit harder than any giant cumshot. Speaking of, the finishing choices are simple but filthy, and I kind of liked that he doesn’t magically turn into a porn actor god; some angles are awkward, like a real guy who suddenly got everything he fantasized about with his patient and has no idea how to behave. I wish there was more aftercare chat after the sex, like “ok, what now” but the story just kind of leaves you in that sticky, guilty silence, which fits the whole cheating therapist vibe. It’s not subtle, but it also kind of is, and that annoys me a bit because I wanted either full trash or full drama, not this weird mix that somehow works. Anyway, if you ever wanted to see all the professional rules in a therapist office get tossed aside while you watch him slowly grope, kiss, lick, and fuck his patient like it’s the most natural outcome of talking about her problems, that’s basically the entire thing here.

You start as this quiet guardian angel, not some shining armor guy, more like a nosy mod in a cursed Discord server, watching a girl in a city that feels cut off from the rest of the world. At first it’s almost calm: narrow streets, fog stuck between the buildings, people pretending they’re normal while catgirls and foxgirls just wander around like it’s nothing. You don’t walk in the city yourself, you nudge it. Tiny choices, small pushes, changing who she meets and what kind of shit she gets dragged into. One run she’s shy, hiding under hoodies and closing curtains, another run she’s half naked in a bar window, acting like she forgot what shame is. The game never stands up and says “here is the corruption route now,” it just lets scenes creep in. A dirty job offer here, a “favor” there, some pervy landlord watching her undress through a crack in the wall while you decide whether to stop it or see what happens next. It feels wrong and interesting at the same time, which I guess is the point.

The city itself slowly turns into this living kink playground if you let it. That quiet back alley becomes the place where she ends up on her knees between two strangers, trying to keep eye contact with you, like she still hopes some angel is actually watching. One decision earlier you told her to take that “easy money,” now she is in a cheap motel room with a group of guys, mascara smeared, trying to act like she’s fine with being used as a cum dump. If you push her harder, the outfits get bolder, tops vanish, skirts get shorter, and suddenly every corner has someone wanting a taste. Interracial scenes in cramped stairwells, public blowjob next to a parked car while a foxgirl girl records it on her phone, lesbian stuff in a steamy bathhouse where she lets another girl pin her to the wall and ride her face until she almost passes out. Sometimes she’s on top, humiliating some poor bastard, spitting in his mouth, choking him a little. Next day she’s the one getting slapped, called a whore, forced to say thank you while a crowd watches and laughs. The game swings between male dom, femdom, and just pure chaos, and the whole time you’re stuck in this weird zen state, clicking options like “encourage” or “ignore” while people choke each other out in graphic, messy detail.

What really hits is when the violence ramps up and the sex doesn’t stop. There is this scene where some thugs drag her behind a warehouse, and it’s not soft at all. She gets pinned to cold concrete, legs forced open, you see the panic, then that fucked up moment where panic turns into something else. Blood, spit, rough thrusts, her voice cracking between begging and moaning, and you’re still there in your little guardian menu, deciding whether to call in a miracle or just let it scar her more. Next playthrough maybe you steer her towards a brothel instead, and now prostitution is almost “cleaner” by comparison: a line of clients, one after another, her learning how to deepthroat while a madam talks about prices. She leans into exhibitionism too, standing under a flickering streetlight in nothing but a thin top, nipples visible, pretending she’s cold while secretly getting turned on by all the staring eyes. Sometimes you do nothing and just watch her through cameras, like a voyeur god, as she lazily rides a guy on a sofa and stares at the invisible you, almost like she knows she’s never alone. The sandbox thing means you just kind of wander between events, trigger something wild, then waste time talking to some random catgirl who wants her tail pulled. It’s messy, uneven, too slow in parts, and yet that fits. Like sex where you both lose rhythm, laugh a bit, then go harder and rougher than before. The girl changes, the city changes, and somewhere in there, you realize you stopped trying to “protect” her and started being curious how far down she can slide.

Honeymoon Shift feels like walking into a small private gallery room where someone hung only four paintings, but each one is about fucking your whole idea of trust. It starts almost sweet: Viktor finally got his honeymoon with Taylor, sun, cocktails, their bodies relaxed, that kind of soft vacation horniness where you look at your wife’s bikini and already think about peeling it off later. Then another couple shows up. You know the type from resorts: good smiles, too touchy, too curious, a bit too interested in what ring size your wife wears and how long you’ve been together. The game lets you sit in Viktor’s head while that interest slowly turns from “friendly” to “I want to see your wife’s tits bounce under someone else.” And you are the one who decides how far this goes, even when it hurts to click.

What I like is how it doesn’t throw porn at you right away. It teases. A hand brushing a thigh under the table. A slightly drunk kiss that lasts one second too long. The first time Taylor gives you a handjob in the hotel shower after she spent the whole dinner laughing with the other guy, it doesn’t feel like simple fan service, it feels defensive. Like she’s jerking you off to prove something, to herself, to you, to him. The animation is quiet, wet strokes, your cum on her fingers, and the camera stays in just the wrong distance so you stare at her face more than at your dick. That annoyed me and I liked it at same time. Later, when she kneels for oral and her lips are shining around your shaft, you already have doubts in your head if she’s replaying another man there. You know nothing really terrible happened yet, but your stomach already starts to twist. Or maybe I’m just paranoid. Maybe I’m not. Hard to say.

There is this one path where you let the flirting breathe instead of shutting it down, and it slowly corrupts the whole trip. A small “harmless” kiss by the pool when everyone is tipsy. A “truth or dare” that obviously is just an excuse to get Taylor half naked in front of them, big tits pressing against a half-open robe. She pretends she’s embarrassed, but her nipples tell a different story. Sex with her after that is rougher, hotter, like she’s turned on by her own cheating even if she’s not fully admitting it. When you push into her and end with a creampie, she squeezes you with this greedy little shiver that feels wrong and perfect. The game doesn’t scream that you’re being cuckolded, it just lets you notice small things: the way she checks her phone, the way she adjusts her swimsuit when that other man looks, how her hips roll a bit different when you fuck her from behind. You get multiple endings, and not all are dramatic; some are just quietly cruel. In one, you keep the relationship, but you can’t unsee what she did with someone else’s mouth and cock, and the game lets you sit in that, like staring at a painting too long until you see all the cracks. I will say though, sometimes Viktor’s inner talk goes in circles and you just want him to shut up so you can watch his wife get ruined properly, but then again, that tension is what makes the later scenes of swinging and quiet hotel-room corruption hit harder. It’s less about how many holes get filled and more about how heavy your chest feels when she smiles and you don’t know if that smile is still only yours.

Harry’s last year at Hogwarts, and the war is over, but this thing is more like the horny epilogue nobody at Warner Bros would approve. You’re not the awkward kid anymore, you’re the guy who beat Voldemort and now just walks the castle with way too much confidence and way too much free time. The whole vibe is “what if those late night fanfics about Hermione got turned into a game and then the dev got distracted halfway through by puzzles and boobs.” It’s horny, clumsy, kind of broken in spots, and somehow that makes it hotter. You talk with Hermione, you poke at her, you push her, and slowly she goes from “prefect voice” to “okay fine but don’t tell anyone” and that slide is the real juice here. She’s still Hermione, always overthinking, always correcting you, even while her blouse gets more and more unbuttoned. It feels dirty in a very specific way, like you’re corrupting your own teenage nostalgia.

What sticks in my head is not even the titjob itself at first. It’s that moment you finally solve a stupid little puzzle just to unlock one more wardrobe item. I was on the bus, playing in browser on my phone, using Chrome like some degenerate, swearing in my native language because one riddle made no sense to me. Then suddenly, click, item unlocked, you go back to her and it’s like: “Oh. Oh, that changed a lot.” Her top a bit more see-through, her bra gone, or she’s pretending everything is normal while her nipples clearly are not normal anymore. One time I misclicked through her dialogue and skipped a line that probably explained a mood change, so it felt like she jumped from shy to “okay, take it out” too fast, but honestly that jank made it feel more like some messy student project you’re not supposed to see. The corruption is not super deep yet, more like a tease, flirting with the idea that Hermione is trying to stay the good girl while her chest ends up wrapped around your cock. The 3D look sells it in a weird way, too. Not perfect, not AAA, slightly stiff movements, but when her tits are sliding over you and she gives that half-annoyed, half-aroused expression, it kind of hits harder because it looks like a fan trying his best rather than some cold studio render.

When the titjob scene actually happens, it’s a slow burn that kind of pays off and kind of doesn’t, and I weirdly like that it doesn’t fully land. She’s there, kneeling or leaned close, pretending she’s only doing this as some kind of “deal,” still acting like she’s above all this filth, and you’re just watching those famous bookworm tits press together around your shaft. The camera angles linger more on her face than on your dick sometimes, which annoyed me but also made me focus on her reactions. Thanks, I hate it, I love it. There was one run where I spent way more time messing with a single wardrobe unlock than actually fapping, just because the puzzle was slightly too clever for my sleepy brain, and then when I finally got the payoff, my first thought was not “hot” but “this could be even filthier in the next update.” It feels like early access to someone’s personal fantasy, with all the rough edges still visible, and that makes the scenes with Hermione feel more intimate and trashy at the same time. You talk, you grind puzzles, you stare at sliders, and then suddenly you’re getting smothered by the smartest girl in Hogwarts using her breasts to jerk you off like it’s just another extra credit assignment she has to finish before exams.