Office job, boring life, same cheap instant coffee every morning, and then suddenly your dick is gone and your ass looks like something from those Twitter thirst posts. That is the vibe here. One day you are this invisible drone in a suit, the kind of guy no one remembers in the elevator, next day you wake up with tits that do not fit your old shirt and the whole city looking at you like fresh meat on sale. It is not some noble magical destiny thing either. It feels dirty and mean in a good way. People around you start pushing, touching, “helping” you adjust to your new body. Some are sweet, some are creepy as hell, half of them want to get inside your pants, the other half want to own you. And you can lean into it. Or pretend you are not into it while your clothes keep getting shorter.

The nice thing is that nothing is clean cut. You can be that shy mess who blushes when a girl kisses your neck in the bathroom stall or let yourself get dragged into a backroom and end the night with smeared lipstick and sore knees. There is this one early scene that sold me: you are in a crowded bar, still not used to walking in heels, trying to keep your new boobs from jumping out of the dress someone “helped” you choose. Some office colleague who barely talked to you before corners you at the bar, offers a drink, hand on your hip, fingers slowly sliding lower. You can shove him off, play along to get something out of him, or just let him use your mouth right there while people pretend not to look. And it is not just straight trashy stuff either. The girls in this game are dangerous. One of the women at work, proper milf with that strict boss energy, takes you “for coffee” and suddenly you are on your knees between her thighs in a locked conference room, her nails in your hair, telling you this is the only way to keep your new position. Felt like someone recorded a Pornhub Premium audition and turned it into a choice. I was lowkey impressed and also annoyed because the text box covers part of her face and it drives me crazy every single time.

It pretends to be a romantic thing sometimes, with all these dating bits and little stats going up, but under the sugar it is pure corruption. The game loves putting you in situations where you say “just this once” and five minutes later you are the office slut everyone gropes when the lift door closes. One path had me playing nice with this nerdy girl who seems harmless, then she shows up in full cosplay at a convention, ropes you into a couple costume, and suddenly she is sliding her hand under your skirt in a crowded hallway, whispering how no one will notice if you stay quiet. Another time I went the total bimbo route, jacking up every sexy option, getting pumped full of “vitamins,” brain getting softer, outfits getting tighter, ending up on my back with a small crowd taking turns while someone records it on their phone. It is filthy, it is messy, text sometimes stumbles like my own ESL brain, and the AI-style art can look a bit cursed on hands if you stare too long, but somehow that fits the whole “your life is spiraling out of control” feeling. I kept telling myself I would play the classy path, no weird power games, no blackmail, and ten clicks later I am signing a shady contract while a guy has his fingers inside me under the desk and my so-called “friend” is snapping pics in the corner like it is no big deal. Anyway, I’m absolutely not addicted, I can quit after just one more scene.

Mia’s story starts in that quiet, heavy place where everything in a marriage looks fine from the outside, but inside it already smells like something died. She’s got the husband, the home, the routines, the fake “we’re okay” sex where both of them kind of know they’re lying. Nothing dramatic at first, just that slow emotional starvation. You see it in the tiny moments: her staring too long at her phone while he talks about work, her forcing a smile when he kisses her forehead instead of her lips. The game leans into that boredom hard, like it wants you to feel how dry her life is before anything dirty even happens. And then, when a new guy walks in, or a new temptation, or even just someone looking at her like she’s still a woman and not just “the wife,” you already understand why her pulse starts going crazy. It doesn’t excuse shit, but it makes the first flirt hit differently.

What I really liked is how the erotic side doesn’t explode instantly. It creeps. You’re mostly watching Mia’s mind corrupt itself in slow motion. One day she’s just texting someone a bit too late. Next day she’s sending a picture that is technically “safe” but you know she picked that angle because she wanted him to see her curves. Little things. Lingering camera on her thighs while she sits in the car, the way her shirt rides up at home and she doesn’t fix it right away. Her husband sometimes walks in at the worst/best possible moments, like when she’s still wet from some dirty conversation and pretending everything’s normal. There’s no branching choices to save her or be a saint. It’s kinetic, so you’re basically strapped to the backseat, watching her fall and sometimes wishing she’d stop while also loving how far she goes. That voyeur feeling is strong. You’re not the hero, you’re the perv in the dark, enjoying every time she crosses a new line.

Sexually, it gets nasty in a very intimate way. Not just “oh she fucks another guy,” but the emotional cheating too. She starts dressing just a bit more daring when she knows she might see him. You notice when she stops wearing certain underwear with her husband but puts it on before meeting someone else. That hit me more than the actual sex scenes, honestly. When her husband is trying to be sweet and she’s secretly replaying another man’s hands on her body in her head, that’s brutal. And hot. And fucked. The corruption really stands out in how her guilt shifts from “I shouldn’t be doing this” to “I hope he doesn’t find out” to finally “does it even matter if he does.” At some point she’s getting turned on by the risk itself, barely hiding her marks, letting herself smell like sex when she gets home. There’s this one moment where she looks at herself in the mirror after doing something she swore she’d never do, and you can’t even tell if she hates herself or loves what she’s becoming. The game doesn’t hold your hand or explain if she’s right or wrong. It just shows you Mia, a wife who is both broken and selfish and unbelievably horny, letting a new spark burn right through the life she pretends to care about. And you watch, because of course you fucking do.

Clark’s life in this game is basically every lonely porn-addicted loser fantasy smashed into a superhero comic and then left out in the sun too long. You’re this awkward Kansas kid with the “oh wow I’m an alien” thing going on, except instead of just saving cats from trees you’re trying not to fuck your whole hometown, literally and morally. One minute you’re clicking through boring school halls, pretending to be normal, the next you’re peeling back the small-town vibe and finding meteor freaks, MILFs with secrets, and people who really should not be that horny during an alien crisis. The story does that thing where it pretends you have your life under control, then throws you into some pov scene where a woman twice your age is grinding on top of you and you’re thinking, “Yeah, the universe is doomed, but this is worth it.”

The visual style is AI generated but it kind of fits the whole off-brand superhero parody mood. Faces are a bit too perfect sometimes, like Instagram filters got horny and never stopped, but the bodies, man. Tight costumes that look like they’re about to rip, soft thighs pressed together on a teacher’s chair, that stretched look when you push in deep and the belly shows a little bulge. The creampie shots are surprisingly dirty in a good way: cloudy mess dripping down, panties pushed aside, that moment where she bites her lip and you already clicked too fast but you still stare at the screen like an idiot. There’s a scene in a locker room where you’re supposed to interrogate someone, but I spent longer just clicking around the background, watching how the camera plays with pov angles, like the game knows you’re not here for the “investigation.” It calls itself a point and click and yeah, technically, but really it’s “point at who you wanna ruin and click until your mouse is sticky.”

What actually got me hooked was how your powers keep crashing into your dick. You’re supposed to be this rising hero, but half the time the “dark alter-ego” side feels more honest than the goody-two-shoes act. You’ll be in some tense meteor-related situation, and the choice is literally: save someone properly, or push them up against a wall and pound them while the sky glows outside. The game doesn’t pretend that domination is nice or clean either. There are moments where you grab her hair, force her to look at you while you’re buried inside, and the text is like, “You know this isn’t who you want to be,” while you immediately click “go harder” because self-control is for people not opening porn tabs in Chrome. It’s horny, messy, sometimes weirdly romantic when Clark accidentally says something soft after filling someone up, but you just know he’s going to screw it all up again five clicks later. Honestly, it feels a bit like my love life, if I had superpowers and people actually wanted to fuck me.

Alex and Mei feel like that married couple you bump into on Instagram reels all the time, doing dumb couple challenges, except here it’s not some cringe “who knows me better” crap. It’s “how far will you go in public with another guy’s hands inside your dress while your husband pretends to just be chilling.” The setup is cute at first. You’ve got this nerdy white dude who clearly watches too much porn, and Mei, who looks like the kind of calm, perfect wife neighbors think is innocent as hell. Their routine is dead, he wants the spark back, so he brings back the dares from their college days. Only now it’s not about streaking across campus. It’s her letting strange guys look at her curves way too long while Alex sits there, hard as rock, pretending it’s all for “their marriage.” And you just keep pushing her, one dare after another, until “innocent memories” turn into "yeah, this guy is for sure imagining her on his lap."

The erotic tension sneaks up on you, I liked that. At the start, it feels like playful teasing, a little groping in crowded places, quick hand brushing her ass when no one’s looking, letting her boobs “accidentally” press against another guy when she leans over. The AI generated art has this slightly unreal glossy look, sometimes faces are too perfect, like Instagram filters that forgot when to stop, but Mei’s body language sells everything. That moment when she hesitates before a dare, eyes looking away, cheeks a bit flushed, then she agrees anyway because she secretly wants it as much as Alex… that’s the stuff. One scene with her in a tight dress, stuck between two guys in a hallway, someone’s hand way too low on her hip, and Alex is just watching, doing nothing, and you feel his jealousy and his kink smashing together. And the game lets you lean into that. The choices are basically like: keep it semi harmless, or see how deep this rabbit hole goes. And yeah, the “harmless” route is still pretty filthy.

At some point it stops feeling like harmless fun and more like Alex is handing his sexy wife to other dudes just to feel something again, which is kind of hot and kind of pathetic. There’s this one bar scene, with a black guy flirting with Mei way too confidently, and the whole vibe shifts. She laughs, touches his arm a little too long, and you see Alex stiffen, but the dare is still on, so he swallows it. The groping there is not subtle at all, hands on her thighs, her dress riding up, and she pretends it’s “part of the game” while you clearly see her body reacting. I’m a chiptune nerd, so in my head I’m hearing some dirty FM synth loop from my old LSDJ cart, but the actual game has no retro vibe like that, which kind of annoys me for no real reason and I keep thinking how perfect some crunchy SNES-style track would be under that bar scene. Anyway, Mei slowly stops acting like she’s doing this only for Alex and starts enjoying the attention from other men on her own terms, which is sexy as hell and also a bit cruel toward him. And I like that they didn’t sugarcoat it. She’s not just “performing” for her husband, she’s tasting power, the thrill of being a cheating wife in everything but name, and you’re the one steering her closer to that line. I got stuck for a while deciding if I should push a dare where she lets another guy’s hand stay under her skirt longer than necessary, just staring at the text box like a dumbass, which is kind of impressive for a simple VN. Also the fucking font kerning in one menu looks off by like one pixel and it drove me insane and then I forgot about it and then it annoyed me again when I came back from checking Telegram. Anyway, this thing is messy and hot and a bit mean, and it leans hard into interracial teasing, the thrill of her being touched by someone who definitely isn’t her husband, without pretending it’s something “wholesome.” It’s not. That’s why it works.

Julie is the kind of landlady who makes you forget rent is even a thing. Game drops you right into her apartment like it’s nothing special, but that first morning in the kitchen hits different. She’s in this loose shirt that does nothing to hide how stacked she is, bending over to grab something from the lower cabinet, and the camera just sits on her ass a bit too long. Not artistic, just horny. You get these choices like “look away” or “keep staring” and of course you keep staring, and she catches you and gives this half smile like she already knows what kind of tenant you’re going to be. It feels messy and a bit awkward in the good way, like you walked into a roleplay scene that started without you.

The humor is surprisingly stupid and nice. One moment you’re trying not to drool while Julie stretches on the couch in leggings so tight you can see the outline of everything, next moment she’s making some totally lame joke about you being “such a good boy carrying boxes” while her tits bounce around because the dev clearly has a priority in life. There’s this scene where she’s “showing you the rules of the house” and every rule is just an excuse to get closer. No loud music after midnight, but she has no problem walking around half naked in a tank top with no bra, leaning over your shoulder while you’re on your phone, her nipple poking through the fabric like it’s trying to start a conversation. The AI art sometimes makes her expressions a bit weird, like one eye flirting and the other thinking about taxes, but honestly that almost makes it hotter, like she’s trying so hard to stay composed and failing. I kinda hate the living room lamp and I kept looking at it during scenes, and now it lives rent free in my head.

The best parts are when the game lets you be just a little too bold. Not full-on porn from the first click, more like “accidental” touches that are not accidental at all. You’re passing behind her in the tiny kitchen, she backs up into you, your crotch presses into her thick ass, and the game actually pauses there, giving you time to stare at the curve of her hips. You can pretend it was an accident or lean into it. If you go for the pervy route, she does this sharp inhale, looks over her shoulder, eyes half annoyed, half turned on, and says something like “Careful, I might start charging extra for that.” Later on, when you’re helping her with laundry, she casually strips down to her underwear right in front of you, tossing her pants at your face like it’s nothing, and the camera angle just glues itself to her ass in those tight panties. You get this groping moment where your hand “slips” while you’re helping her stand up, and she freezes for a second, cheeks a little pink, but she doesn’t pull away. I wish there was less fade-to-black and more “keep your hand there and see what happens” but the teasing actually works. To get the most out of it, honestly just pick the options that feel like you’re one bad decision away from getting kicked out, push your luck with the touches, stare too long, say the slightly wrong thing, and let Julie pretend she doesn’t love every second of that attention.

It’s messy in the best way. You’re some kind of half-drunk alchemist in a vampire’s den, tossing glowing ingredients into a cauldron that looks suspiciously alive, waiting to see if it spits out gold, slime, or a moaning succubus with tits like forbidden fruit. The game doesn’t explain much, just lets you mix weird shit - holy water, demon ichor, maybe a drop of your own sweat - and then bam, the screen flashes and suddenly you’re staring at a futa nun grinding against a bound werewolf priest. It’s ridiculous, but you can’t stop clicking. The logic makes no sense and that’s kind of the point. Sometimes you get a soft scene, a slow kiss between a vampire girl and her human pet. Other times, tentacles, everywhere, like the game’s trying to outdo itself in how far it’ll go before you blush or laugh.

There’s something about the tone - half gothic, half horny fever dream - that makes it feel like the devs were just daring each other to see what the next transmutation would unlock. The art shifts between elegant and unhinged; one moment you’re admiring the lighting on a pale thigh, next you’re staring at a corrupted angel with too many wings and not enough shame. The alchemy system feels more like foreplay than crafting. You think you’re mixing for power, but really you’re just chasing the next perverse reveal. I tried to keep track of the endings but gave up after the third one involved a talking dildo that might’ve been sentient.

The weirdest part? It’s kind of beautiful. Between the absurd fetishes and over-the-top transformations, there’s this pulse of dark humor and lust that keeps it alive. It’s not about winning or finishing - it’s about curiosity, that itch that says “what if I mix blood and holy oil again?” Do it. The game rewards the reckless.

You start as this shiny holy boy, all blessed and important, marching in to kill the big bad succubus, and the game just immediately laughs in your face. Nox wipes the floor with you, steals your power, and suddenly the mighty chosen hero is more like a walking protein dispenser in a world full of horny monsters that all want a taste. The whole thing feels like you accidentally clicked the wrong link on your church’s website and ended up here. Every area you go through is basically a trap: monster girls that look like they belong on some sketchy Pixiv page, smug milfs with that “I’ve ruined better men than you” look, futa demons with way too much confidence, fluffy girls with tails that distract you at the exact moment they’re pinning you down. You think “ok, this time I’m going to focus on combat, grind some levels, be serious” and then three seconds later some big tit demon bends over in front of you and the game is like, “sure you are, champ.”

What I liked is how it keeps playing this joke on your ego. You’re supposed to be holy, but half the time you’re flat on your back, getting milked, pinned, ridden, or just used like some toy. You win a fight? The monster girl still teases you, strokes your cock with her foot, presses her huge ass against you and whispers about how much you must be holding back. You lose? They sit on your face, fuck you stupid, ride your dick until you shoot inside them and they moan about how “the church raises such obedient little cum donors.” There is a lot of view-from-your-own-eyes stuff, with thighs closing around your head, tits smooshing against you, and those moments where you’re staring up at a smug face while she grinds on your lap and you can feel yourself giving up both the fight and your stats. Creampies are not subtle either. You see it, you hear it, they talk about it. Some girls get off on stuffing you dry, rubbing your leaking cock on themselves, looking you in the eyes while you twitch and spill inside them again. Oral scenes flip around a lot: sometimes they worship you, sometimes they grab you by the hair and shove your face between their legs until you are basically just a tongue with a body attached. There are furry girls that act like they’re “just curious” and then five seconds later they’re riding you, tail wrapping around your leg while they moan in your ear. A few scenes really go hard on the feet stuff too, like this one where a demon queen keeps your hands bound and makes you cum only from her soles and toes, then laughs that a “holy hero” got trained by her feet. You can pretend you’re here for the RPG elements, the sandbox, the power climb, whatever. But then you’re peeking around a corner just to watch two monster girls play with each other, or letting a milf priestess “cleanse” you with her mouth while your stats mysteriously drop again, and you realize the real boss fight is just how long you can last before you give in on purpose.

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.

John is one of those guys who lives more in his browser tabs than in his real life. Phone full of gacha trash, folder full of MHA doujins, school life basically on autopilot. The game starts with that vibe so hard it almost hurts, like you can smell his keyboard. Then on a totally normal walk to school, shit goes sideways in a way that feels like one of those fanfics where the author just says "fuck it" and hits the accelerator. There’s an accident, the kind you usually only see in chapter 1 to justify some broken superpower later. John blacks out, meets this weird boy who looks like he walked out of a cursed quirk experiment, and suddenly the whole line between "I’m a loser who watches heroes" and "I might actually be one" gets blurred. Except it’s not about fighting villains. It’s about possessing people and fucking everything that moves in a school that very clearly wants to be U.A. but legally cannot say it too loud. The fun part is how your new power is basically spiritual identity theft. You slip into other bodies, feel their quirks like tight gloves, and then abuse the hell out of them in ways that would get any actual hero thrown in Tartarus for life. First time you possess a girl in class, the camera lingers just enough on her huge tits pressed against the desk that you kinda forget there was supposed to be a "mysterious plot". Then you realize you can walk her straight into a janitor closet, pull her panties aside, and go raw. Creampie inside someone else’s body while still technically being John? It’s fucked up, it’s hot, and the game does not pretend it’s morally deep. It’s just filthy. There’s this one scene where you hijack a monster girl that looks like somebody mashed up Mt. Lady and a slime villain in an AI prompt. You feel her body ripple around a cock in a way that’s clearly not human, like her insides are hugging you on purpose. Anal with her is just ridiculous, the game goes full "physics are optional" and her ass eats the camera. The AI CG helps and also kinda doesn’t, because sometimes a hand has six fingers or the hair melts into the background, but honestly that glitchy energy fits the whole possession theme. Bodies feel borrowed, a bit wrong. You’re not supposed to be there. That actually turned me on more than the polished stuff in other games. Some routes pretend to be romance. You pick softer choices, stay in John’s own body, hang out with a big tittied classmate who clearly has a quirk that is "make the MC horny every time she leans over his desk." There’s a path where you actually try to be decent, worry about consent, walk her home instead of taking the mind-hijack shortcut. And then the next scene lets you jump into her from behind anyway, make her kneel in some dark music room, and swallow you down her throat until she gags. The game has this habit of giving you sweet dialogue and then dunking you right back into filth before it gets too sentimental. It talks about life and death, that early scene with the mysterious boy almost feels like a real afterlife moment, but then you’re back at school, using your "gift" to bend a hot teacher over her desk and fuck her so hard her quirk sparks around the edges of the frame. The multiple endings stuff sneaks up on you too. You think "ok, this is just porn with a possession gimmick", then suddenly a choice you made three scenes ago decides if you end up basically a ghost forever, stuck riding other bodies and never being touched as yourself, or if you manage this weird twisted romance where someone falls in love with John knowing exactly what he is. Some endings are pure corruption, like you go full monster, use your powers nonstop, and the last CG is you blowing a load deep inside a girl while her eyes glow with your presence. Another one is more "heroic", and by heroic I mean you only fuck a handful of people and actually say sorry once. Vaginal, oral, anal, all on the menu. Big asses bouncing on your cock, cum dripping down thighs, messy creampies that keep showing up in later scenes if you messed someone up earlier. The game remembers your sins when it wants to. Then it forgets them if a scene needs you to be "pure" for a romance beat, which is kinda funny. It feels like reading a horny fan comic where the artist keeps changing their mind about tone, but the core is always the same: lonely guy, new power, school full of hot girls, and a world that looks a lot like My Hero Academia if the author fully embraced the fact that everyone already imagines half these heroines getting railed.