Yuu looks like one of those quiet types you’d never notice in a crowd, but that’s the trick, isn’t it? The game doesn’t start with fireworks or any fancy menu music - it just drops you right into his head. You can almost feel how tense he is around Misaki, his little sister who’s too innocent for the filth swirling around her. It’s that kind of story where every click feels heavier than it should, because one wrong choice and things slide from tender to completely fucked-up. And they do. You think you’re protecting her, then suddenly the camera lingers too long, she’s asleep, breathing soft, and your cursor hesitates. It’s not subtle about temptation. The voyeurism here is dirty in a way that makes you feel complicit, like you’re peeking through a crack in a door you shouldn’t have opened.

The animation hits that weirdly realistic zone - not uncanny, just raw enough to make the moans stick in your ears. There’s this one scene where Yuu’s hand trembles before touching her thigh, and the sound design makes it worse, or better, depending on what you came for. When the blackmail angle kicks in, everything starts looping back: guilt, lust, anger, repeat. Some endings hit harder than expected - one actually made me shut my phone for a minute. Then I went back anyway. The multiple paths don’t feel like “good” or “bad” endings, more like different shades of corruption. You’ll probably hate yourself a bit, which is exactly why it works.

Weird thing - the romance thread actually lands emotionally once or twice, like when Misaki whispers his name during the sleep scene, half-awake, half-aware. It’s messed up and strangely intimate. You won’t find polished heroes or tidy morals here, just a slow descent wrapped in warm skin and bad decisions. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

The first time I logged into this thing, I didn’t even care about the classes or whatever plot it pretends to have - the way the avatars breathe, the tiny tremor in their lips before a kiss, that’s what got me. It’s like the devs poured all their soul into making skin look touchable. There’s this one girl in a half-armored cosplay outfit, silver hair glowing like some digital eclipse, and when she leans close, her breath fogs your screen. Maybe I imagined that, but hell, it felt real. The sci-fi cities behind her hum like they’re alive, something between a nightclub and a dream you shouldn’t be having. The game doesn’t shout about its mechanics, but when you figure out how to sync movement and body sensors, it’s almost too much - like your nerves are being rewritten to crave every vibration.

Sometimes the story pretends to be about mystery - a missing player, a corrupted zone - but nobody’s really fooling anyone. The real puzzle is how long you can last before giving in to pure heat. The VR immersion slips between sweet and filthy faster than your mind can keep up; one moment you’re chatting with a student NPC about history, next she’s on her knees, glasses sliding down, eyes wide like she’s learning anatomy for the first time. There’s group stuff too, awkward at first until it’s not. Someone mentioned modders replaced the background drones with moaning echoes; I laughed until it happened in my session and I swear it made everything feel more chaotic and alive. The music, though? Too clean. Needs something grittier, maybe a heartbeat instead of these sterile synths.

I still can’t get over the fact that clothing physics act like they’ve got personalities - skirts that refuse to stay where they should, latex that remembers your touch. You can taste the future here, but it’s messy and dripping and maybe a bit too honest. Every time I log out, reality feels thinner, like a veil that won’t settle right.

FSS Lamashtu feels like somebody mashed up a cold war naval thriller with a filthy space brothel and then forgot which part was supposed to be serious. You’re the freshly minted captain of this “experimental cruiser” that is absolutely not built for exploration, unless you count exploring how many holes your crew can take in a single patrol. Officially it’s the proud weapon of the Alliance, last hope in a long-ass war. Unofficially it’s your floating fuck-lab, staffed with officers who look like they came out of a horny AI art generator after you typed “war crime but sexy” too many times. The ship layout screen is almost a character by itself: bridge, medbay, cargo, those little tucked-away compartments you quickly learn are perfect for “private disciplinary sessions.” You jump between menus pretending to care about fleet orders, but the only thing you actually remember is which corridor you cornered that technician in when she kept “accidentally” brushing her giant tits against you.

The story likes to pretend it’s about geopolitics and rebellion, and sometimes it even tricks you. You’ll get this long briefing about the Neo-Terran strategic line, convoy raids, morale of the Alliance, all that stuff. Then two clicks later, you’re watching a proud enemy pilot on her knees, mascara running, mouth full of cum while she tries to spit out her rank and serial number. The tone whiplash is almost funny. There’s a certain charm in how the game refuses to pick a lane: you capture prisoners, you break them in slowly or just slam straight into collar-and-chain slavery, you’re supposed to feel the “moral weight” of it, but the next scene has them begging for anal like they read the script ahead of time. The AI CG does that exaggerated wetness thing, where every hole looks like you dumped a bucket of lube on it, and every creampie is this ridiculous white flood that should qualify as a bio-weapon. Sometimes the faces twist into that extreme, over-the-top ahegao that doesn’t even look human anymore, more like a melted idol poster, and it somehow fits this world where war propaganda and porn have fused into one genre.

What sticks in my mind most is how physical the ship starts to feel. You’re not just choosing sex options, you’re shaping routines. That science officer who starts with stiff posture and carefully zipped uniform? A few “private evaluations” in your quarters, and suddenly she’s walking around with visible bite marks on her neck, trying not to react when you casually grope her in front of others. There’s a scene in the hangar where two captured enemy girls are supposed to be processed for interrogation, and you can decide if that means basic questions or “group demonstration of Alliance hospitality.” The way their bodies are posed, covered in semen from multiple angles, has that bukkake ritual vibe, everyone participating because the war needs “unity.” You get toy usage too, not just as accessories but as tools of control: a vibrator left inside during a formal strategy meeting, the slow dawning horror on your new slave’s face when she realizes the remote is in your pocket while admirals talk about casualties. The game never really resolves whether you’re a genius commander or just a sex-obsessed tyrant who got lucky with experimental hardware. At some point there’s a tender-ish lesbian moment tucked awkwardly between brutal scenes, two crew girls comforting each other after a mission, fingers exploring, tongues slow and hesitant, and for once you’re not in the frame at all. It feels almost like the game forgot its own premise for a second, then remembers, throws you back into forced deepthroat in a dark interrogation room, and moves on like nothing happened.

Guy wakes up, brain wiped, cock very much still working. Gods are pissed, worlds are broken, and somehow this idiot with no memories becomes the favorite toy of a bunch of cosmic beings who think “saving” him means turning his whole life into a mix of romance route and humiliation kink. It feels like some horny VN you play on the toilet with one hand while scrolling Twitter with the other, and I mean that in a nice way. One moment you’re having a kinda sweet dialogue with a girl who calls you her hero, next moment she’s on her knees, drool hanging from her lip, eyes rolled up in full ahegao while a smug goddess whispers in your head about how she’s “corrupting” you. That first scene where they “grant you power” looks like it should be epic, like anime boss battle energy, but instead it turns into a slow teasing sequence where you’re basically getting stroked and laughed at by goddesses who know you’re completely helpless but still act like you’re the one dominating them. It’s twisted. I liked it. Didn’t like it. Both.

The way the game mixes male domination with humiliation is weirdly fun. You’re the “chosen” guy, strongest in all the worlds or something, but the girls keep poking at your pride, making you beg without straight up calling it that. One girl does this thing where she grinds on you while pretending she doesn’t notice, then stops right before you cum and asks some innocent question like “are you enjoying yourself?” and you can either act cool or snap and grab her, shove her against the wall, hand on her throat, her thighs shaking. And yeah, the game lets you creampie her and it actually reacts to that, not just generic “you came” text. Another scene has a shy priestess who looks all pure and holy, and two scenes later she’s kneeling between your legs, licking slowly, eyes shiny, whispering how it’s a “blessing” for her to swallow everything. That oral is written decently hot, though the handjob stuff sometimes feels copy‑pasted. There’s this one groping bit on a balcony, with a city under you, goddess watching, and the girl trying not to moan while your fingers slide under her clothes, and it hits that perfect corruption vibe where she pretends she hates it but keeps pushing her ass back into your hands. And I kinda wish the romance parts were longer, more small talk, more casual moments where you just lie in bed with them after making a mess inside them and chat about stupid things like apps and food, but whatever, this thing clearly cares more about getting you from tease to blowjob to creampie as fast as possible on mobile, so you’re sitting on the bus tapping through choices about whether to make her choke on it or hold her head and go slow like a “nice guy” who definitely is not nice at all. There’s even a god who acts like she’s above it all, talking down to you, and somehow two choices later she’s panting, face ruined, tongue out, begging you not to pull out again while calling you “mortal.” The pacing sometimes jumps like a horny TikTok edit that skipped half the story, but that kinda makes it hotter in a stupid way.

She’s the type of woman who walks into a lecture hall and the air just changes. Not because she’s loud - she doesn’t need to be. Her voice is low, deliberate, the kind that makes you lean in without realizing. Professor Reed doesn’t smile much, but when she does it’s never for you… until you start noticing that tiny hesitation in her tone when she calls your name. The game never rushes that tension; it lets it build and twist. Every talk in her office feels like a test you weren’t told about - intellectual, but charged as hell. The longer you stay in her orbit, the more it’s clear that she’s not as cold as she wants to be. That’s when the corruption starts creeping in, slow and almost polite at first.

There’s something really addictive about how it turns academic power games into foreplay. The writing doesn’t hold your hand - one minute you’re discussing ethics and the next you’re pulling her hair as she moans your name like it’s the only thing left she believes in. It’s not just sex scenes thrown at you (though yeah, there are plenty and they’re filthy). It’s the weird emotional rhythm between dominance and tenderness that makes everything hit harder. Her reactions - when she finally lets go, when the control slips - feel earned. Even the sandbox parts, where you can experiment a bit with how far you push her or yourself, somehow make the story more intimate instead of just checklist porn. You get to decide whether she’s your lover, your toy, or something in between.

And yeah, it’s graphic as fuck: messy titjobs that turn into handjobs that end in warm creampies on her perfect skin, moments of exhibitionism where she wants to be seen but hates that she wants it, and those rare flashes of romance that mess with your head more than any blowjob could. I found myself half turned on, half curious about how far she’d fall - or maybe how far I’d drag her down. It’s dirty, but not dumb about it. Like watching someone unbutton their soul, one button too late.

This one feels like wandering into someone else’s horny sketchbook that accidentally became a game. You’re this guy stuck in a three-bedroom apartment that’s way too small for how much sex tension is inside it, and the whole thing plays out like a slow burn porn comic you keep clicking through on your phone when you should be checking emails. It’s all point and click, so you’re not here to min-max or whatever, you’re here to stalk around the rooms, poke at stuff, poke at the girls, and see what kind of trouble you can stack up. I liked how one moment you’re just lazily moving from the kitchen to the living room, and then a small choice, like a dumb compliment or a slightly pervy joke, suddenly flips the mood and she’s pushing you back on the couch, giving you that messy ahegao face while your hand is wrapped in her hair. It’s not subtle. It’s also not trying to be.

The apartment slowly becomes this little ecosystem of lust and drama. You flirt with one girl in the hallway, then five minutes later another one is on her knees in your room, drooling on your cock, and you know this is going to bite you in the ass but you still click “yes” because you want to see the internal cumshot animation one more time from that stupidly satisfying angle. The internal view stuff is honestly where my artist brain starts planning fanart. The game freezes you right at the moment your dick is buried all the way inside, and you see everything clench around you in a little cutaway, like those anatomy drawings, except here it’s wet, needy and very much alive. I kept thinking, ok, I’ll stop after this scene, but then I’d get curious how that shy roommate looks when she finally snaps and rides you with that over-the-top ahegao expression, tongue out, tears in the corner of her eyes, hands on your chest while she milks you with slow, focused strokes. It makes you want to redraw her from memory later, in Procreate or Clip Studio Paint, tweaking her expression so it’s even more ruined, legs shaking, maybe add a little smear of lipstick on your shaft. The animations aren’t perfect, sometimes a loop looks a bit stiff or a hand clips a boob in a weird way, and it annoyed me more than it should, but then she tightens around you during a blowjob scene and you forget it, just watching her throat bulge while her eyes roll back. The rhythm of the game is strange and kind of hot: click around, small talk, maybe a bit of story, then suddenly she’s jerking you off in the shower, water running over your shoulders, her fingers slippery with soap and pre-cum, and you’re staring at her face as she bites her lip and tries not to make too much noise. It’s messy, a bit trashy, full of those “oh fuck” little moments that stay in your head after you close the tab, like a half-finished drawing you keep wanting to come back to and dirty up some more.

You start out as this broke nobody with a hero complex and zero social life, which is honestly way too relatable, then you go and pull the dumbest smart move ever: throw away your own life to save someone else. Good job, martyr-kun. Instead of a gravestone you get a bunch of bored goddesses looking at you like a new toy. Not even subtle about it. One of them gives you a second shot in a fantasy world and from that point it’s less “epic isekai adventure” and more “how much teasing can one guy survive before his brain melts through his dick.” The setup looks like the usual dating sim fluff, yeah, but then you notice it’s actually a sandbox, so you just wander around clicking on stuff, peeking in places you probably shouldn’t, and suddenly you’re spying through a keyhole while a girl with ridiculous tits rides a pillow and moans your name without even having met you properly. Definitely not Bioware romance pacing.

What I liked way too much is how the game keeps pretending it cares about your soul and your choices, while it actually cares about your cock stamina. One minute a “pure” virgin priestess girl is nervously holding your hand, all blushy and sweet, saying she wants to “take it slow”, and five clicks later she’s on top of you, tits bouncing in your face, trying to cram you inside raw because a goddess “blessed” her womb. There’s this scene where a haughty goddess steps on your chest, heel pressing right under your ribs, and she’s making you kiss her toes like some pathetic knight, and you’re thinking “ok, fine, femdom stuff, I’ve seen worse,” then she suddenly squeezes your shaft between her soles and gives you this lazy, slow footjob while looking bored on purpose, just to make you beg harder. The animations are actually pretty hot, which annoys me, because I wanted to laugh at it and instead I just sat there like an idiot, edging. The teasing is brutal too: one girl grinds on your lap, panties soaked, keeps doing that almost-ahegao face, then stands up right before you finish and walks away to “cool down,” leaving you with nothing but a dialogue choice that changes absolutely nothing.

Later, when the harem stuff kicks in proper, the game goes from “awkward romance” to “of course they’re all fine with sharing you, why wouldn’t they.” You get this “romantic” date in town with the shy mage, holding hands, talking about magic and feelings, then you come back to the house and the busty swordswoman is already naked, sitting on your face, telling the mage to “stop being a prude and join in.” It turns into group sex so fast the music barely changes. One is riding your mouth, the other is bouncing on your dick, and a third one is just standing there, stroking you off when they swap places, because apparently everyone learned perfect handjob technique in goddess school. There’s anal, creampies, titfucks, random masturbation scenes when you’re alone and spying on them, and yeah, you get the standard “walk into the bath at the wrong time” thing, but they don’t even bother acting mad for long. My only real complaint is stupid: there’s one scene where a girl is stripping super slowly, removing gloves, boots, all that, and she never takes off this tiny ribbon on her wrist and it drove me insane. No idea why. Maybe that’s the real domination here, they own your attention more than your character. Anyway, if you pretend you’re here for “romance” while clicking straight to the next blowjob, I won’t judge. Much.

Truck-kun hits again and boom, you wake up broke in a trashy fantasy world, with a body that actually works and a bunch of gorgeous girls who legally count as your property. Not heroic party members, not “companions”. Slaves. The kind of setup old eroge hinted at but never really went all-in with. You’re the guy in charge, the male lead, the one who gets to fuck, punish, comfort, and “train” them, while also trying not to starve to death. It’s this weird mix of anime isekai gag and grimy brothel management, except instead of nameless clients and dull menus, you’re face to face with the same girls over and over, learning what makes them moan, what makes them cry, and sometimes both at the same time. The game doesn’t pretend you’re a saint either: you’re poor, you’re horny, you love big tits and big asses, and you’re not shy about filling every hole. Vaginal, anal, sucking you off under the table, POV shots of you emptying inside them till it drips out. Lots of creampies, like someone in the dev team grew up pausing old hentai VHS just to stare at the white mess.

What really got me was how it swings between romance and straight-up filth without warning. One scene you’re gently comforting a shy “trap” who looks better in a dress than most girls, trying to ease his insecurity while still grabbing his ass. Next moment you’re pushing a milf against the wall, her tits spilling out, face twisted in full ahegao while she begs for more. The girls feel like a mix of old-school hentai archetypes: clingy little sister type who really, really shouldn’t crawl into your bed but does it anyway, mature milf who pretends she’s above prostitution and then starts grinding on some old guy because you told her to, tall futa who is both your rival and your toy. And since the story is openly netorase, the MC is the rare degenerate who actually enjoys seeing “his” women fucked by other men. Not cheating, not humiliation, more like he sets up the scene, watches from the shadows or right up close, and jerks off while the girls moan someone else’s name, then he still finishes inside them after, marking them again. If that idea makes your stomach twist, this is not a game that will “convince” you. It just assumes you’re the kind of pervert who sees your slave getting railed by two guys and thinks, “Nice, now I don’t have to warm her up.”

There’s humor sprinkled between all the filth, the kind of dumb fantasy jokes that feel like some 90s otaku brain never updated: jokes about slimes, about guild quests, about “ancient evil” that keeps getting pushed aside because someone needs money for new underwear. Half the time the protagonist talks like an overconfident dilf in a doujin, half the time he’s a broke loser jerking off in a corner while his girl earns cash on her knees. Sometimes that contrast is hot, sometimes it’s just awkward, but that awkwardness is oddly nostalgic to me, like those old pc games where tone changed panel to panel. Scenes are animated enough that blowjobs and group sex feel messy, with bodies moving and faces reacting, instead of just still images. Watching a full harem pile-up, girls on top of girls, a futa pounding some poor slave while your POV is buried in milf ass in front, feels like catching a lost episode of Bible Black someone remade with modern tools and less shame. You’ll catch yourself thinking “this is too much”, then immediately clicking the next scene to see your favorite girl spread again for a stranger while you stand there, smiling like a proud owner.

Rob is the kind of main guy who already feels cursed before the story even starts, and the game leans into that in a way that kinda tickled the little eldritch goblin in my brain. He’s this broke college kid, forgotten by his own parents like some unwanted relic in the attic, while his sister is treated like the golden idol in the house. Nothing supernatural on screen yet, but the family vibes feel wrong in a way I usually only get from old horror books where no one says the quiet part out loud. You can feel something rotten behind that “strange event” with the parents, like an old cult ritual gone bad or a deal with something that doesn’t care about humans at all. Then he goes to a poker game, which sounds boring, right? It’s not. That table might as well be a summoning circle, because from that moment the whole thing starts slipping out of normal reality into this twisted mix of sex, crime, and violence that feels like a god with eight mouths is laughing just off screen.

The erotic stuff doesn’t pretend to be healthy or pure. Sex here is raw, rough, and often tangled in fear and power games. One scene sticks with me: Rob is in this cheap, dim room with a girl who’s supposed to be just a “contact” for his little criminal step up. Conversation goes nowhere, nerves are high, and instead of some slow, tender buildup, it just snaps into a hungry kind of fucking that feels like both of them are using each other as a way not to think about how close to death they are. Her eyes roll back, tongue out in that over-the-top ahegao way, but it doesn’t feel goofy, it feels like she’s losing a piece of herself to whatever dark mess Rob is dragging behind him. Another time he’s in the middle of an investigation, blood on the floor, body still warm, and he ends up getting his cock sucked in the next room like the violence just opened a door inside him and now everything is leaking out. It’s wrong in a very deliberate way, like the game is asking “you still jerking off to this?” while it keeps pushing more. And yeah, I still did.

What really hooked me is how the sexy moments and the cruel ones keep melting into each other. One minute you’re flirting, pulling a girl closer, her lips on you, her hand guiding you in, and the next you’re dealing with torture, murder, talk of ***, this heavy criminal underworld that doesn’t respect life at all. It’s like watching a ritual where blood and cum are treated as the same offering. Harem vibes grow slowly around Rob, too, but not as some nice power fantasy. It feels more like he’s accidentally building a cult around his broken life, women orbiting him for all the wrong reasons, some of them wet and giggling, some half-broken, some clearly dangerous. The animated scenes hit hard enough, sometimes a bit clunky, sure, but the impact is there: thighs shaking, mouths stretched around him, bodies tied to dark choices he made earlier. I wish the investigation parts had a bit more brain to them, sometimes they just feel like clicking through until you get to the next sex or mutilated corpse, and there’s this one sound effect that keeps repeating and drove me nuts, but in a weird way that roughness makes it feel more like some cursed underground thing you found by accident rather than polished porn. It’s not realistic at all, and that’s honestly what I liked: everything feels like the city itself is a hungry thing watching Rob fuck and kill his way deeper into a story that’s only pretending to be about a poor student.