The city feels cold as hell in this game, not because of the weather but because your rich-boy ass suddenly has to live like a “normal” student. Tiny dorm, cheap furniture, the kind of fluorescent light that makes your skin look like shit. You arrive there full of attitude, half annoyed, half bored, not really expecting anything except exams and maybe some boring campus sex. Then on that first lonely night you sneak out to buy snacks or whatever, and this is where everything flips. There’s this boy outside the store, skinny, layered clothes that don’t really fit, eyes a bit too sharp for someone who should be begging. Ash. He warns you about the area like he knows every dirty corner, every guy who is just waiting to drag some idiot into an alley. He should feel like a background character. He doesn’t. He feels like trouble you want to touch.

Back in the dorm you can’t stop thinking about him, which is kind of fucked because you barely know him, and also because up to now you were playing the “straight but open-minded” card in your head. You start justifying it as pity at first. He needs a place to crash. You need someone to help out with chores. Simple deal. Except when he actually stands in your doorway with his bag, the air gets so thick you almost click away from the game by reflex. He looks too pretty for “homeless guy”. Soft mouth, messy hair that looks like it should smell bad but you just imagine grabbing it. And the way he glances around your room, careful, like he’s scared to break something, that hits a weird kink. There’s this trap vibe to him too, sort of soft and androgynous, like your brain has to double check what your dick already decided. The voyeur stuff kicks in fast. Shared space, tight bathroom, shitty curtains. You catch him changing out of his layers, lean body, flat chest, a dick that doesn’t match how shy his voice sounds. You hover in the doorway too long. You look in the mirror to watch him in the shower instead of turning your head. The game knows exactly how to drag you into those moments where you “accidentally” see too much, then pretends it’s your fault.

What surprised me is how much the romance creeps up behind all the horny parts. One second you are staring at the way his underwear clings when it’s damp, the next second you feel weirdly protective because some random NPC called him a stray like he’s a dog. The choices matter in that quiet way where a simple “Do you sleep on the bed or the floor?” can snowball into him either trusting you enough to crawl under your blanket or staying politely distant. The tension is slow. You sit on the same shitty couch, shoulders almost touching, watching some dumb show on Netflix, and you feel your cursor hovering over every option that might push him just a bit closer. Sometimes he teases you, sometimes he just shrinks into himself, and there were moments where I wished the game would let me be more of an asshole but it refuses, like it is in love with its own sad puppy. The CGs are AI made, you can feel it in the smooth skin and slightly off hands, but they still hit. There’s a scene where he’s wearing your clothes, sleeves too long, dick half hard under your cheap sweatpants, eyes wet in that “I shouldn’t want this” way, and even if you hate AI art, you will stare. Sex is not fireworks, more like two lonely idiots trying stuff in a small room, touching slow, kissing like they both think it might vanish any second. It’s messy and a bit unpolished, like their first time is happening at the same speed as your own thoughts catching up to what you actually want from another guy. You might wish the city outside had more to do, more danger, more filthy encounters spying from windows or stairwells, but somehow the tiny dorm becomes its own little box of desire, where you watch him sleep, listen to his breathing, and wonder how far you can push this sweet, scared, pretty boy who keeps calling you kind while desperately grinding against your leg.

Didn’t think I’d get caught in feelings from a porn game, but here we are. The thing opens with this guy walking through a campus that looks too clean for any real college, like someone polished every trash bin with baby oil. You’re supposed to be this older dude coming back to study, but it’s pretty clear no one’s thinking about books. The twins show up before you even finish the damn orientation - one’s shy, the other can’t stop teasing him about being “experienced.” I swear the dev knew exactly what they were doing with those first few camera angles. It’s not subtle. But weirdly, there’s a heartbeat underneath all that pixel boob physics. He looks tired when they laugh at him, and that caught me off guard. Then again, the dialogue AI sometimes mixes tenses like a bad translator, and suddenly the mood dies. You ever try to stay turned on while someone says “I can’t wait for you are touching me”? Yeah.

The mom’s route hits different. Everyone calls her the “MILF professor,” but she’s more like the only real human in this digital soap opera. She talks like someone who’s seen rent overdue a few too many times, which makes her scenes feel heavier. I got this one moment - she’s grading papers, and he just stands there watching her fingers move - and it’s not even explicit yet, but it’s hotter than half the sex scenes. Then of course the animation glitches, her face freezes mid-bite, and boom, horror movie smile. Still didn’t close the tab. There’s something messy in the way the story keeps pretending it’s about education while the choices drag you deeper into this weird emotional swamp of lust and “what if I still mattered.” That’s probably the point, or maybe I’m reading too much into porn again.

What really killed me though, there’s no consistency with the twins’ personalities after chapter three. They flip-flop between playful angels and walking kinks depending on whatever random seed the AI spat out that day. But sometimes, between the clunky lines and those badly looped moans, it almost feels honest. Like everyone’s just acting out their second chances in code and skin shaders that barely load. I hate that it worked on me.

This Zelda parody hits different than your typical fan game bullshit. Love in Hyrule throws you into some alternate timeline where Princess Zelda's got three other girls hanging around and everyone's horny as hell. The whole isekai angle works surprisingly well here - you're not Link, you're just some random dude who ended up in Hyrule and now these four women want to jump your bones. Zelda's still got that royal attitude but she's way more forward about what she wants. Ribo and Zaphie feel like original characters that actually belong in this world instead of feeling tacked on, and Kiya... well, she's got her own thing going on that I won't spoil.

The RenPy engine does its job fine, though the interface feels a bit clunky sometimes when you're trying to navigate between scenes. LewdSama's artwork carries this whole thing - the character designs stay true to the Zelda aesthetic while being sexy as fuck. Each girl has distinct personality quirks that come through in both dialogue and sex scenes. The harem setup doesn't feel forced either, which is rare for these kinds of games. You're not collecting waifus like Pokemon cards, there's actual relationship building happening between the steamy bits. Some of the dialogue gets cheesy but in that good way where you're laughing with it instead of at it.

What really surprised me was how much effort went into making Hyrule feel lived-in. You're not just clicking through sex scenes, there's actual exploration and world-building happening. The romance progression feels natural too - these aren't just fuck dolls waiting for you to show up, they've got their own motivations and desires. The hot scenes are well-written and varied enough that each character feels unique in bed. Fair warning though, this definitely leans into the fantasy fulfillment side of things rather than trying to be some deep narrative experience. But honestly? Sometimes that's exactly what you want from a Zelda porn game.

You wake up in the car with your neck hurting like shit, seatbelt half twisted, phone buzzing with that one stupid notification about a “business meeting with Furina”, and from that moment the game just quietly tells you, yeah, something is wrong and you’re not getting a normal day. It feels like those mornings after you fell asleep grinding in Genshin and then dream leaks and memes got into your brain, only this time the dream walked out into your world instead. The game plays it like a reverse portal story: she is the one ending up here, in your boring modern city, in your cramped little corporate life, and you’re stuck doing this weird dance of “I’m a professional adult” while your cock and your curiosity are both completely not professional at all. The jokes land in that cheap, shitpost way, like some horny dev fused a doujin, a Discord server and one of those “AI generated” fan pics that look almost right but the eyes are a bit too knowing. Furina acts like your boss but also like she is cosplaying being human, and in between her playful bullying and fake HR talk she slowly starts pushing you into more… hands-on “meetings”.

What I like is how the choices always start tame and then spiral. You get something like: “Answer politely” or “Flirt a bit” and you think, ok, no big deal, and ten clicks later she is on your lap in the parked car, your seat pushed back, her fingers wrapped lazily around your dick while she keeps talking about quarterly reports with that smug look like she knows you’re two taps away from nutting in your pants. There is this one route where you try to stay strictly work focused, and she punishes you for it by going even harder on the teasing. Like, she kneels in front of you under the desk, “checking the wiring,” and your only real control is whether you look down at her or pretend it’s not happening while feeling her lips slide around your tip, slow and wet and way too noisy for an open-plan office. The oral scenes feel properly filthy, especially when she keeps that fake managerial tone while choking on you, mascara already a bit fucked, and the art leans into that AI-slick style where everything is slightly too perfect. Sometimes the fingers look off, yeah, or a stray strand of hair melts into the background if you stare long enough, but honestly when she is staring up at you with her mouth full, tongue pressed under the shaft, you don’t exactly care about anatomy errors. Kind of wish there was a fully cold, cruel route where she uses you more without softening, but the game keeps bringing her back to this bratty, chaotic energy that somehow feels nicer than it should. I’m not complaining. Actually I am, but I still kept replaying to see every way she could drag me from anxious “meeting” to completely used and emptied in places I shouldn’t be fucking my boss at all.

Ellie from that zombie game and Lara from those old temple raider days stuck together in one filthy, horny mess is already kind of illegal, but the way this thing uses their feet is what actually surprised me. It starts almost innocent, like some weird fanfic fantasy where a regular dude ends up with both of them under his control, and you think “ok ok, just another basic porn parody”. Then you realize the whole focus is on socks and how much abuse you can squeeze out of a single sweaty foot. The game treats socks like gear, like actual tools for humiliation, not just decoration. You’re pulling Ellie’s dirty socks off slow while she glares at you, toes curling, and Lara is in the background with those tight sport socks still on, being forced to stroke you off with them while acting all proud and pissed at the same time. It’s fucked up and kind of funny.

What I liked is how often it lets you push them from “annoyed” into “broken-in toy” during actual sex, not just in some text box. One scene that stuck with me: you’ve already used Ellie’s feet, made her rub you until she’s breathing hard and confused, and instead of jumping straight to normal penetration, you pin her down in missionary, keep her ankles pressed against your shoulders, and the camera keeps cutting back to her soles. Not her face, not your dick, just those feet twitching while you slam into her. Meanwhile Lara is ordered to kneel at the side, licking your balls like some obedient slave, still wearing one sock, and that stupid detail somehow makes it nastier. Then later you flip Lara into doggystyle, really rough, hair pulled, face pushed down, and she’s forced to rub you with her feet between thrusts, basically getting used like a multi tool. It’s actually a bit much when you chain everything together: harassment, domination, rough fucking, feet in your face, them gagging on you, and you keep going anyway because the game kind of encourages you to be a selfish bastard. At some point I realized the male protagonist doesn’t even feel like a “character”, he’s more like a cock with dialogue, but in this type of hardcore crossover it weirdly fits. The AI-generated CG sometimes looks slightly off, like Ellie’s toes bending wrong or Lara’s expression clipping into weird “half angry half bored” mode, yet those little imperfections give the scenes this trashy bootleg energy that matches the whole vibe. You’re not here for romance, or plot, or to be a good person. You’re here to grab two famous girls by the throat, use their mouths, their pussies, their asses, and especially their socks and feet, and then pretend later it was “just parody” when you close the tab.

Ash and Mila look all sweet at first glance, that couple you’d scroll past on Instagram and think “ok, too wholesome, next”, but the game just keeps poking holes in that image until you’re watching this nice engaged pair doing things in their apartment that should probably void the rental contract. You jump between the two, which I really liked, since seeing both sides of a relationship while they’re horny, stressed, and kinda dumb is way better than just watching some dude bang everything that moves. One minute Ash is trying to focus on work with one hand on the mouse and the other already creeping into his pants, staring at some AI-generated porn that looks a little too close to a girl he actually knows, and the next you’re Mila, half bored, half turned on, sitting on the couch in a loose shirt, phone in hand, thinking, “Do I tease him right now or make him beg later?” The game really leans into that quiet domestic sex vibe: she “accidentally” bends over for way too long while doing laundry, his eyes are stuck to her ass, you feel your own mouse drifting with his gaze, and yeah, of course you grab and grope because why the hell wouldn’t you.

When they finally lock the door to the bedroom, it’s not just a quick fade to black stuff. You get the slow build, the kind where Mila pushes Ash back on the bed and climbs on top, tits hanging right in his face while she grinds on him through his boxers, just to watch him squirm. She’s not shy about it either, grabbing his head and stuffing his face in her chest, soft skin and heavy breasts making it hard for him to breathe but he’s clearly not complaining. There’s a great little moment where she’s going down on him, spit and precum glistening, her fingers lazily stroking his balls while she looks up with this smug “I own you” expression, and you’re given the choice: let him cum on her tongue or force him to wait so she can feel it deep inside instead. When you pick the creampie option and watch her sink down on him, her ass bouncing in his lap, her pussy swallowing him in slow strokes until he finally gives in and fills her up, it actually feels earned, because the whole build-up was teasing, edging, little touches and looks across the room. And yeah, sometimes the faces look a bit too AI-smooth and perfect, and one of Mila’s idle poses keeps clipping her hand in a weird way that annoyed me way more than it should, but then you catch that shot of her lying on her back after sex, cum slowly leaking out of her, thighs shiny, fingers lightly rubbing herself again because she’s not quite done, and suddenly you don’t care about that tiny bug at all.

You know that moment when you’re staring at your screen, cock in hand, thinking “why the hell am I doing this again?” This game basically grabs that pathetic little thought, slaps you with a horny demon girl and goes, “yeah, you are addicted, shut up and enjoy it.” You play this poor bastard who jerks off so much he literally sends a horny prayer into the universe, and instead of a therapist, he gets a whole team of succubi answering the call. Not subtle at all. And it’s not just some random OC girls either, it’s like your private illegal multiverse porn folder came to life. One minute you got this smug redhead spy chick with the gymnast hips and attitude, next moment there’s that stretchy superhero mom whose ass honestly deserves its own loading screen, then you blink and boom, that blonde cosplay girl bouncing on your lap like she’s streaming for OnlyFans. It’s messy and stupid and hot. Mostly hot.

What I like is how the game doesn’t pretend you’re a hero. You’re basically a horny lab rat with “superpowers,” so every new girl you summon is part sex toy, part experiment. The “power training” scenes are just excuses for milking sessions, foot worship marathons, deepthroat practice, all wrapped in this half-serious, half-shitpost story about demons and paranormal deals. You get a new ability and your first thought isn’t “how to save the world,” it’s “how many ways can I make this ninja doctor with huge tits lose her mind on my cock.” The game lets you switch from being a controlling bastard, grabbing hair, forcing throats, filling every hole, to just lying back while some smug princess brat steps on your chest, spits on your tip and makes you say “thank you, mistress” before she even touches you. Sometimes it feels like Pornhub category roulette, but in a good way. Or a bad way. Depends on how you feel about drowning in cum.

There’s this one scene that stuck in my brain way too long. You summon this blue-eyed fire princess with that permanent “I’m better than you” face. She looks at your cock like it insulted her ancestors. You use a mind control ability on her, think “oh nice, she’ll become a soft, obedient girl.” Nah. She drops to her knees, smiles with that evil little smirk, and starts a blowjob that feels like she’s trying to ruin you on purpose. Teeth just barely grazing, hands twisting, drool everywhere, eyes rolled back, then she pulls off and wipes her face with her foot, making you lick her toes clean while she calls you her “pet.” I hated how much I loved that. Also the toes animation? Weirdly detailed. Like, someone spent real life hours on those arches and soles, and I can’t decide if I should applaud them or report them to someone. The only thing that annoyed me was this tiny sound effect in one menu that doesn’t match the click, and it’s driving me crazy every single time, and of course it will never get fixed. Anyway, you go from creampies to bukkake stacks to sloppy titfucks, with girls covered in your cum like it’s some cursed skincare routine, and the game just keeps handing you more universes to corrupt. It’s horny, shameless, a bit broken, and honestly feels like your late-night browser history turned into a demon contract you kinda don’t want to escape.

Matthew is the kind of guy who should have a boring life. Office job, pretty fiancée, wedding planner app open on one monitor and Jira on the other. On paper he is normal. Inside his head he is a fucking swamp creature. The whole game lives in that swamp. Most of what you see is messenger threads, photo drops, late-night voice notes that might as well be curses from some old god of horny regret. One moment he is sending Ashley a cheesy selfie from the office bathroom, next moment an ex slides into his DMs with a half-naked pic that hits like a ritual knife. The screen fills with that familiar Telegram / WhatsApp style clutter, but every new message feels like you are cutting tiny veins in his future. It all looks casual at first, almost harmless. Just chats, a few AI-touched photos, some emojis, harmless teasing. Then the masturbation scenes creep in quietly, like mold. You are alone in his room, staring at photos you probably should delete. The text slows down. His thoughts start repeating, circling around the same ass, the same memory of a hotel room, the way Ashley’s friend looked at him at that party. There is nothing subtle about how the game treats lust. It wants you to wallow in it. It wants you to feel a bit disgusting while you scroll, like when you stalk your ex on Instagram and your thumb hovers over the like button on some old bikini shot. Except here you can push further and see what breaks first, his guilt or his dick.

The corruption path felt the most like some twisted romance ritual to me. You start with one "harmless" flirt line to a girl you absolutely should not text. Then you accept a suggestive photo. Then you send one back. The chat log turns into a slow summoning of a worse version of Matthew, message after message. At some point you are juggling windows: Ashley sending you sweet wedding ideas while another woman is asking what color your cum was last night. The voyeurism angle hits harder than I expected, because the game makes you read everything. You see other people’s typing bubbles, their typos, the way their tone changes when they get horny or jealous. Watching Ashley slowly doubt herself while you keep a secret chat alive in another tab feels like staring at a fish tank and removing the oxygen little by little. The game pretends to offer a pure "way of love", and maybe it is there, but I kept fucking it up. Even when I tried to stay loyal, I clicked one teasing option and suddenly I was neck-deep again, jerking off to a memory instead of talking to the woman I’m supposed to marry. It’s funny because the romance is actually kind of sweet in places, like those quiet text chains about nothing that somehow feel intimate. Then a single choice flips it and you are in NTR territory before you can blink, watching someone else touch what should be yours while your messages turn into little prayers nobody hears. I got mad at Ashley once for something that was clearly my fault, which is exactly the kind of petty human evil I like in these stories. It reminded me of reading Lovecraft on my phone in the bathroom, that same cold feeling that you are too small in front of your own urges. The only thing that really annoyed me was the damn notification sound effect they use in one chat. It hits slightly off-beat, like out of sync with the text, and I kept waiting for the dev to fix it in an update that never came.

College should be about boring lectures and shitty coffee, but in this game it’s just sex, trouble, and that slow brain rot you get from scrolling horny memes instead of studying. You play as Will, trying to act like a decent boyfriend while your girl April walks around campus dressed like a wet dream with legs. She’s got that “good girl who knows exactly what she’s doing” vibe, smiling sweet, bending over too far, licking her lips when she knows you’re watching. Everyone looks. Some pretend not to. Some don’t even bother. And you just sit there thinking, yeah, I’d die for her, but I’d also kill the guy who keeps staring at her tits during class. Then you see the same guy in her DMs later and your stomach just drops in that very specific netorare way.

What got me hooked wasn’t even the orcs and elves at first. It was all the small human shit. April sends you a pic that’s “just for you,” tongue out, eyes rolled, drool on her chin, full ahegao like she’s already been fucked stupid, and you notice in the corner there’s a tiny reflection, like a shadow of someone else there. Or that party scene where she’s grinding on you on the dancefloor, her ass pressed into your crotch, and out of nowhere some tall orc bastard slides his hand down her hip. The game lets it hang for a second too long. Her eyes meet yours, and you feel that mix of jealousy and pure arousal punching you in the gut. She doesn’t pull away fast. That tiny pause is where this thing lives. You’re half hard, half sick, and the AI art smiles like it knows what it’s doing. The interracial stuff doesn’t show up as some big speech, it’s just in the way an elf girl casually runs her tongue along April’s neck in the bathroom stall, or the way a minotaur bartender looks at your girl like she’s already on his cock and you can’t do shit about it. Vaginal, oral, tits bouncing, spit dripping down chins, cum painting those big curves, and then she still calls you “babe” like nothing happened. Feels bad. Feels amazing. Both.

It’s a kinetic story, so you mostly watch, and somehow that makes it worse. No choices to save her, no reload to “fix” a scene. You just sit and take it while April slowly tests every line, from teasing selfies she “accidentally” posts where half her nipple shows, to “harmless” flirting with some rich guy promising to help with tuition if she keeps him entertained. At one point she’s kneeling between a stranger’s legs while still wearing the necklace you gave her, cheeks hollowing as she takes him deeper, eyes glossy, and you know she’s cheating even if the story never shouts the word. The exhibition stuff hits hard too: bathroom mirror pics with her panties already around her knees, blowjob under a library table while people walk past, her riding someone on a couch at a house party with the door wide open and her tongue out like a pornstar. The 2D art goes from kinda cute to absolutely filthy in seconds, and sometimes the AI details glitch a bit, like a finger looking weird, and it annoyed me so much I forgot what I was saying, but then the camera angle drops low between her thighs and that clean, wet slit fills the screen and I’m just staring. The whole thing feels like scrolling through some cursed folder you shouldn’t have found on your own phone. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

Your phone is the real main character here. Not the guy you play, not the girls with the soft smiles and way-too-tight jeans, but that stupid little screen that never stops buzzing at the wrong time. You start with this cozy, slightly boring relationship, the kind where you already know how she takes her coffee and what porn tabs you keep half-hidden. It feels safe. Almost too safe. Then the messages start getting weird. Notifications pop up that are just off enough to make your stomach sink. A heart emoji from someone you barely remember. A photo cropped just a little too carefully. A chat thread with way too many deleted messages. You are not supposed to see some of this, and the game knows you want to.

The whole thing plays out like you are stuck between two chats at once, trying not to fuck everything up while also kind of wanting to. You switch between talking sweet to your girlfriend and flirting with someone you probably should not even be typing “hey” to. One second you are apologizing for being late to dinner, next second you are staring at a close-up of a huge ass pressed up against a mirror, trying to decide if you send a horny reply or leave it on read and pretend it never happened. The game likes to tease you with those little choices. Do you scroll further down the gallery and risk seeing something that will ruin your night, or put the phone away like a good boy and pretend the problem is not there. Obviously you scroll.

The cheating stuff is not just “haha, sex with someone else”, it is more like slow poison. Your guy reads a message, hesitates, lies about it in the next scene, and that small lie echoes later when she looks at you just a bit too long and says “you alright?” while her own phone buzzes face down on the table. There are AI-style CGs of her bent over the couch with her hair messy and her ass taking up half the screen, but the more you stare the more you keep thinking “who took this angle” and it stops feeling safe at all. One scene really hit: you are on voice call with your girl, she is telling you about her day, and in a side chat some other woman sends a bathroom mirror nude, wet skin and fat ass barely covered, with a tiny caption like “you thinking of me?” and the game just lets both conversations sit there at the same time, forcing you to juggle guilt and lust like some horny clown.

Sometimes the romance hits in a messed up way. There is this quiet late-night text where she admits she is scared of losing you, right after you spent five minutes scrolling a chat that makes it pretty obvious someone already had their hands on her. Or maybe they did not. The game is a liar and it enjoys that. You can be gentle with her, call her cute pet names, send selfies of your chest, and it almost feels wholesome… until you notice a tiny reflection in a glass door in one CG that looks like another guy’s shoulder in the background. Could be nothing. Could be everything. The tension is less “will I get laid” and more “who is fucking who behind whose back while everybody smiles and says goodnight”. And the wild part is, you keep pulling the phone back up anyway, swiping through chats like a junkie, hoping the next message hurts a little less or a lot more. Hard to tell which one you actually want.