You’re this so-called genius cultivator student who absolutely did not ask to be dropped in the middle of a collapsing multiverse, but here you are, with way too much power, a dick that gets you in trouble, and a mentor who looks like he could punch a planet in half and then go back to meditating. The whole thing feels like someone smashed together a Wuxia power fantasy, cyberpunk neon porn, and those old-school space harems where every woman is absurdly hot and also probably able to crush you with one thigh. Which, by the way, happens at one point, and it’s animated enough that you kinda feel it in your ribs. You’re chasing your lost heritage, talking about Dao and cultivation realms, but every “breakthrough” ends up with you buried in some monster girl’s tits or pinned against a glass wall by a smug cyber-elf with glowing tattoos and a strap-on that hums like a starship engine.

The game swings really fast between serious “save the universe” stakes and “ok, now watch this tiger-eared general with a huge ass ride your virgin protagonist until he can’t breathe.” There’s this early scene where your battle group of women, all completely different flavors of dangerous, argue about tactics. It starts like classic sci-fi war room talk, then one of the twins just casually drops “We should test his endurance again, he almost fainted during the triple-oral training,” and nobody blinks. You end up on your knees in some high-tech cultivation chamber, three girls using you like a living toy while their auras clash and glow all around you, neon lines tracing over their skin, tails swishing, cybernetic implants pulsing, and they complain about your technique like it’s just drilling homework on Discord. The MC is technically this unstoppable prodigy, but half the time he’s getting blindfolded, tied up with glowing restraints that react to his spiritual energy, and used as a focus tool while the girls fight off monsters in the next room, dripping back into the scene covered in ichor and sweat and then grinding on his face like it’s part of the ritual.

Sex scenes feel less like “reward for quest” and more like a twisted part of the cultivation path. Need to unlock a new superpower? Fine, time for a group session with the twins and the stoic swordswoman where they edge you with toys that look like ancient artifacts, talk about meridians and energy flow while you’re balls deep in a fox-girl who purrs and claws the floor, then they time your orgasm to a cosmic event outside the window. There’s a cyberpunk city arc where you chase a lead on the Cursed God, and instead of subtle detective work, you end up in an underground BDSM club run by a furry empress in a latex qipao who uses your cock as “payment” for information, testing you with shock-collars and breathplay while rain hits the neon glass. One moment you’re trading philosophical bullshit on destiny, the next you’re getting deepthroated by a monster girl with bioluminescent tongue rings who swallows you to the base and then opens a portal with her free hand like it’s nothing. It’s messy, it’s horny, it’s obsessed with big tits, big asses, swallowing, creampies that actually matter for the plot, and that weird tension where your “battle group” is supposed to protect the universe but keeps ending up covered in your cum, arguing over who gets to be your main wife while a god eats galaxies in the background.

You come back to this glossy, fake-perfect hometown like some prodigal son who learned how to fuck with people’s brains instead of just getting a normal job. Now you’re the new psychologist in a mega rich tech corporation, walking into rooms where everyone smiles too wide and lies for a living. Under the marble floors and glass walls, it all smells like perfume, power and bad decisions. The game leans hard into that. Every session you run feels like foreplay and interrogation at the same time. You’re supposed to help them, of course, but the tools they give you, the tech, the hypnosis routines, the little “mental triggers” you slip into their thoughts, it all starts feeling less like therapy and more like slow, sweet corruption. You’re not just listening. You’re adjusting. Pushing. Groping minds before you even touch their skin.

What I liked is how the story keeps mixing that clinical talk with very physical, shameless scenes. One moment you talk with a high-ranking MILF executive about workplace stress while she crosses and uncrosses those ridiculous thick thighs, blouse two buttons too low, always “by accident”. Next scene, you’re in her penthouse, city lights behind her, and she’s asking you to “help her relax” while your hand is inside her blouse and she’s kneeling between your legs, lips shiny, voice all shaky from a suggestion you planted earlier. It is not subtle. It’s not even trying to be. It knows exactly what it is doing when it gives you dialogue options that look responsible, then clearly marks another one that will nudge her a bit deeper into dependence, into that warm, obedient haze. You tell yourself you’re testing the boundaries of the tech, that it’s for science, but then you’re making her slowly strip for you in her office, door half open, her tits bouncing in those little looped animated scenes that repeat just enough times you realize you’ve been staring too long. At some point there is a scene with a “family dinner” that pretends to be normal, like catching up after you’ve been away. It goes sideways fast if you choose the more daring lines. Old resentments on the table, wine flowing, and you quietly dropping cues, peeling away all the polite surface. Watching someone who should absolutely not be touching you like that run a hand along your thigh under the table while the others talk about business mergers feels filthy in a very particular, incest-tinted way the game clearly enjoys. It toys with romance too, like putting sugar on poison. There are moments where one woman’s shy smile, the way she leans on you on a balcony, actually feels tender, almost pure. Then you remember you installed a mental reinforcement earlier that makes her horny when she smells your cologne, and the next kiss is tongue, teeth, desperation, her grinding that big ass into your crotch while she whispers how safe she feels with you. I still hate the phone UI popups that slide in at the worst times and cover half the boob, by the way. Whoever designed that deserves a very stern handjob without lube. The branching is sneaky. You think you’re just picking filthy or filthier, but later the game tells you in its own way that you chose whether she becomes a loyal lover, a brainwashed toy, or something broken and dangerous. Multiple endings hide behind small choices in early scenes, like whether you give someone a comforting hug or you “accidentally” let your hand rest on her ass a bit too long. And somewhere between giving oral instructions during an actual blowjob scene, watching those smooth 3D bodies glisten, and deciding if you’ll let one of them keep a bit of free will, you realize you’re not playing the hero here at all, just enjoying every slow, dirty step.

Welcome to "Over the Moon".
A lot has happened over the past 2 years, picking up from where 'A Moment of Bliss' ended. Welcome to the future, where memories can be transferred to Androids. You can now use VARGs, Virtual Augmented Reality Glasses, a new way to interact without leaving home. Your daughter Moon is a music star in the making, and her business manager wants you to write some songs for Moon for the television show "Madds Medusa." Here's the thing: your daughter hates your guts, and you need to spend a week with her.
How will things go?
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A rich aroma of aged wood mingled with blooming wildflowers drifts through the air, pulling you into a cocoon of past memories and quiet yearning. This scent clings softly to your senses, arousing a gentle anticipation as it weaves through your thoughts, awakening desires long dormant.

The landscape unfolds like a living painting, where emerald hills cradle a quaint house whose windows glint warmly, promising shelter and untold stories. Nature’s palette blends seamlessly with the human form, as laughter bubbles lightly from shaded nooks and the air pulses with a sensual rhythm all its own.

Your fingertips brush against smooth skin, feather-light and electric, tracing the contours of softness that beg to be explored deeper. Hands roam eagerly but tenderly, savoring the mix of softness and strength, teasing taut muscles and swollen peaks alike, each encounter drawing you further into a world where pleasure is the only law.

This sanctuary offers freedom from rules or rushed conclusions; instead, it invites you to savor each breath, each heartbeat, each shared glance dripping with promise. Embrace the gentle crescendo of intimacy as you weave your story among these enchanting women, each encounter a step closer to unlocking secret pleasures.

A shadow creeps over a once-innocent life, pulling at the threads of a carefully crafted facade. Desire and danger intertwine in a delicate dance, as innocence slips further away.

Within the walls of a peaceful family haven, Joy moves with practiced grace, a loving wife and mother. But beneath the surface, a labyrinth of lust and power awaits, ready to consume everything she’s built.

Choices split like twisted branches, leading to temptation’s heart. One path cloaks her secret affair in shadows, a dangerous game of concealment. Her transformation is yours to command, a journey through lust and power.

Will you guard her secrets with ruthless cunning, preserving a fragile normalcy? Here, domination is a language spoken in sighs and gasps. Embrace the darkness or cling to the fading light - the path is yours to forge.

A simmering tension builds beneath the surface of your everyday school routine. Take on the role of a newcomer whose ordinary days soon spiral into a maze of seduction and mind games.

Navigate through a dynamic school life filled with voyeuristic opportunities and steamy encounters rendered in high-quality 3DCG. Experience a variety of erotic acts with beautifully crafted animations that respond to your actions and dialogue choices. Delve into a storyline where voyeurism and temptation collide, offering a unique blend of eroticism and psychological depth.

Unlock a rich tapestry of adult content while unraveling a suspenseful story that challenges your perceptions. Step beyond the ordinary and immerse yourself in a world where every secret uncovered leads to deeper pleasures.

Ever been scared and horny at the same time? Now it’s time to experience both in one place. "Ghost Milf" is a fast-paced 2D Hentai game where you explore a Haunted Apartment while a seductive, Mommy-kink Ghost Milf constantly teases, tempts, and distracts you. She’s everywhere - whispering, touching, and sabotaging your progress with her overwhelming lust. Will you surrender to her seduction, or keep pushing forward… knowing it will only lead to even more lewdness? How long will it take before you fall for her gentle touch… or have you already fallen, just waiting for the right ghost to claim you? After all, it must be right if it feels so good…​

After moving back to his hometown, our protagonist, Eric, has many thing need to get used to again. School is hard, but there is something "harder" for Eric after his bizarre encounter with a lady he help out one night. Eventually, he will receive many help from people around him for his "grown up" problem.​

Riven here is exactly the kind of horny disaster you see at a con hotel lobby at 1 in the afternoon already half out of costume. The game just throws you right in with her and her extra equipment, no slow build, no fake romance, just “yeah, she has a fat cock and everyone is gonna deal with it.” It actually feels like one of those scuffed fan animations you watch on Newgrounds at school computer lab with the volume off, hoping teacher doesn’t walk behind you. Everything is click based, super simple, but that kind of works, because you’re not here to practice e‑sports, you’re here to watch a very smug blonde problem-child from League get used and do some using of her own. The first time her dick twitches and that little animated loop starts, I literally said “ok, that’s cute” out loud. Then two clicks later it’s not cute anymore, it’s just filthy.

The vibe is very commission-core. You can almost feel the client note like “make sure we really see the cum” burned into every animation. There’s a tiny awkwardness in how it moves that actually makes it hotter for me, like those old Flash loops people would trade on USB sticks at cons. Blowjob scene hits pretty quick, and it’s not some artsy fade to white, you see her throat work, you see spit, you see her enjoying her own power way too much. Then suddenly there’s more bodies in the frame and you realize ok, we are not in solo territory, this is proper pile of horny idiots. The threesome bits are where it gets fun, because you get those angles where her cock is buried in someone, her own mouth is busy on another, and the animation just focuses on hips and balls and messy fluids. Sometimes it loops a hair too long and you start noticing tiny flaws, a weird hand, a face that twitches wrong, but then the cumshot hits and the whole screen feels like it was waiting for that moment anyway, so you forgive everything in one second. I wish there was better sound, or any sound that doesn’t feel like a broken panel at a small town anime fest, but the silence almost feels like you’re sneaking porn on your phone behind the cosplay repair table, so it made me laugh.

Gallery on space bar is such a “coder gave up on UI” move that I kinda respect it. It’s like: ok, you saw the ride once, now pick your favorite loops and just go to town. I kept going back to the angle where Riven is getting railed and still stroking her own cock, precum drooling while her partner milks the last shot out of her. Cum flies in stupid arcs, there’s no physics, it looks like someone squeezed a mayonnaise bottle, and it still hits. If you’re the type who always stops at futa Riven art on Twitter instead of scrolling, this feels like that art finally grew legs and started moving. I do wish there was more build up, some teasing, maybe a bit of rude banter, because in my head she’s a trash-talking top who accidentally gets turned into a moaning mess, and here we jump straight into the messy part. But then again, I said that and still kept clicking like a trained animal. You know exactly what corner of your brain this tickles. And if you ever walked through a con hall and thought “if that Riven cosplayer had a cock, I’d let her ruin my weekend,” yeah, this is pretty much that fantasy pressed into a little horny Flash time capsule.