I don’t know who came up with the idea to mash Makima, Zelda, and Tsunade into the same world, but whoever it was probably spilled beer on their keyboard halfway through writing the script - and that’s what makes *D20 Magic Dice* feel alive. It’s messy, horny, strangely sentimental at times, like watching late-night anime reruns after a breakup. You’re talking to this dice thing (yeah, an actual dice), and before you even realize it, it’s making your thoughts real. Not just the good ones. I rolled a 3 once and ended up in some half-lit tavern where Widowmaker was arm wrestling Rumi for no reason while Zelda flirted with the bartender. I think I lost track of the main plot two minutes in, but it didn’t matter. The game doesn’t care either, it just keeps throwing beautiful chaos in your lap, all soft skin and heavy breathing mixed with dumb jokes about mana points.

What I liked most is how it doesn’t pretend to be clever. The dialogue’s sometimes broken, and the pacing jumps like old VHS tape - one second you’re teasing Ada Wong, next second Tsunade’s lecturing you about responsibility while sitting on your lap. There’s some strange comfort in that inconsistency. I did wish there were more sound options though; moans hit too loud compared to everything else, made me lower volume quick before neighbors got curious. And yet, when Makima whispers in that weirdly calm tone, you kinda forgive every bug. Maybe nostalgia blinds me - I grew up on janky flash hentai crossovers, and this feels like one resurrected from 2009. The dice mechanic almost feels secondary to the conversations, which twist between sincere and absurd so fast it makes you laugh mid-erection.

Sometimes I forget which universe I’m even in - Naruto? Overwatch? Who cares. The worlds blur, the clothes vanish, and someone says something about destiny while you’re trying not to roll another damn six. Three words? Chaotic, filthy, affectionate. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

Getting Inside feels like somebody mashed together a horny isekai, a shitpost Discord server, and one of those old Ren’Py projects you find on itch at 3 brain cells left. You start as this absolute nobody, walking disaster of a dude, whose life is basically scrolling Twitter, alt-tabbing to Pornhub, and pretending “tomorrow I change everything.” Then this demon just pops into your life like a bugged popup ad and goes “hey, wanna ruin your soul with pussy and bad decisions?” Except he doesn’t even ask for your soul. He just hangs around, vibing, treating your life like a season of trash reality TV. And it actually kinda works. The story leans hard into the idea that you’re not a hero, you’re not special, you’re just a moron getting dragged into a world where every woman is hotter than the last and you’re still somehow surprised when they want to ride you.

What I liked is how the “seduce all the women” thing is more than just clicking the top option like a monkey. Sometimes you pick the obviously horny answer and the girl just stares at you like “wow, that’s it? that’s your entire personality?” One moment you’re smooth talking a smug office lady, thinking yeah I nailed this, and two dialogue clicks later you’re getting verbally undressed because you forgot her name. That early scene in the bar where you’re trying to impress the older woman while the demon is basically live-commenting like a toxic Twitch chat? Peak. He’s roasting your flirting mid-sentence, then the CG swaps and suddenly she’s grinding on your lap and your brain just deletes half the text because tits. The sex scenes are not subtle at all: there’s spit, creampies, messy facials, that one angle where you know the artist went “yeah, this is going on the preview page.” But in between the nut bait you get these weirdly funny moments, like the MC worrying more about his stamina than the fact some of these girls might actually be dangerous. Also, side note, one of the dialogue fonts feels like something from a school project and it annoyed me for no real reason and then I kept noticing it, like a mosquito.

It still plays like a light visual novel you could run in a browser tab next to Telegram and pretend you’re answering DMs. Click, read, pick a choice, get railed or get rejected. No grind, no dumb gacha, no “energy system,” just straight “make choice, get pussy or pain.” Some routes go surprisingly dark for a game that opens like a horny joke, especially when the demon stops laughing and you realize he actually sees you as entertainment more than buddy. One girl smiles sweet, calls you “cute,” then later sits on your face like she’s trying to erase you from existence, and you’re there thinking “romance, I guess?” The endings shift a lot depending on how much of a degenerate or coward you play, and yeah, you can totally bungle it and end up less happy than where you started, which is kinda funny in a sad porn addict way. It’s messy, the tone flips from goofy to uncomfortably hot to “oh shit this is low-key tragic,” and the art sometimes looks rushed right before a scene that hits your kink so hard you forget to blink. On Pornhub you scroll past a thousand clips that feel more fake than this idiot’s demon-fueled sex life, and somehow that’s the charm: it’s horny, dumb, self-aware, sometimes surprisingly mean, and you still click “another route” after telling yourself you’re done.

This one feels like some horny yaoi doujin artist got drunk, played a couple old-school RPGs on an emulator, and said “ok, but what if everything had dicks and bad decisions.” You start off in this starving farm village where two boys basically cling to each other to stay sane and horny at the same time. Rascal is your main dumbass, all emotions and abs, totally obsessed with his childhood friend, convinced “love will fix everything” while monsters are literally shoving tentacles into people two screens away. The village gets fucked over by the kingdom, everyone dragged off to this place called Satan’s Prison, and you go from cuddly poor romance to “gay disaster shonen hero” in like five clicks. It shouldn’t work, but it kinda does, because the game never slows down to ask if you’re ok with it. It just throws you from one weird situation to another, like “oh no, my whole village is enslaved, also this femboy with cat ears wants to milk me now.”

The RPG part is there, obviously, but it’s less about strategy and more about “how many bad horny choices can I stack before the next scene.” You wander around, smack some monsters, then suddenly you’re getting pinned by a monster girl with too many legs who calls you “bride” while the censor bars do their little pathetic job of “hiding” stuff. They don’t hide much, by the way. The censored bits feel like those cheap mosaic edits in old Japanese hentai, where your brain happily fills the gaps and makes it filthier. Combat is kind of basic, but the game keeps dropping little kinks in the middle of it, like a skill that clearly only exists so some tentacles have an excuse to grab you, or a “training” scene with the elder that pretends to be about power but is just an excuse to make Rascal whimper and kneel. And that elder? Absolute menace. He talks like a wise old sage, but every time he “helps” you get stronger, your clothes come off and someone ends up leaking something. There’s one moment where you’re supposed to be grieving, super dramatic, and the game just throws a futa demon in your face like “cheer up, kid, suck this.” It should break the mood, but the mood was already broken the second a femboy trap in frilly shorts called you “onii-chan” in a prison corridor.

What surprised me is how the romance between the two boys somehow stays sweet even when everything else goes off the rails. You’re getting railed by tentacles, seduced by monster girls with dripping tongues, teased by smug femboys with censored bulges you can clearly see the shape of, and still the game keeps reminding you that Rascal just wants to save his guy from Satan’s Prison and kiss him in peace. It’s almost annoying how earnest it gets, like “bro, I’m literally covered in slime right now, don’t talk about eternal love,” but that contrast makes the filthy parts hit harder. One minute you’re in town buying potions on autopilot, next minute there’s a scene in a barn with a shy trap character who pretends to be innocent until you check under the skirt and then suddenly you’re the one getting pushed against the wall. The pacing is a mess, the morality is non-existent, some scenes feel way too long and there’s one sound effect in a tentacle scene that honestly made me want to mute my speakers forever, but when the game goes full absurd horny anime, it kind of owns it. Best way to play it? Turn your brain volume to low, let every wrong dialogue choice happen, lose on purpose a few times to see what the monsters do to you, and don’t rush to save anyone. Satan’s Prison isn’t going anywhere, and those tentacles are way too motivated.

NSFW feels like someone took a trashy rich-kids anime, slammed it together with a horny management sim, forgot to polish half the menus, then said “yeah that’s good enough, now fuck your way out of debt.” You arrive in this ridiculous elite school where everyone has too much money, too little shame, and the uniform is basically “pick a skirt length and how much you want your panties to show.” The game throws you in as the new girl who owes a ton of money, and the school is like one big casino-brothel pretending to be an academy. One second you’re sitting in a classroom pretending to care about grades, the next you’re in some hidden lounge with glowing poker tables, a dealer who looks like he walked out of a gacha game, and a smug asshole promising to “erase half your debt” if you let him fuck you raw on the felt when you lose. The crazy part is, you can actually try to play it straight at first, only use your brains, hustle side jobs, flirt just a little… and then you watch the debt number barely move while guys are literally offering stacks of cash to cum inside you, and you start thinking “ok maybe just this once.”

The school itself is like a horny sandbox that keeps daring you to make worse choices. You walk down a corridor and it’s not just “go to class / go to dorm”, it’s “do you want to sneak into the VIP club, or follow the drugged-out upperclassman who says he’ll show you the ‘real graduation test’?” One of the first scenes that stayed with me was when I tried to be “responsible” and took a simple cleaning job for some clubroom. Then the club president catches you alone, locks the door, pushes you against the chalkboard and starts groping you like it’s a done deal because “that’s how we pay around here.” You can resist, but if you lean into it, the game goes hard: hands under your blouse, his fingers working between your thighs while he whispers how much extra he’ll give you if you let him finish inside. They actually show the internal view when he does, his cum filling you while the debt counter flickers with that pathetic little reduction. It’s kind of awful and kind of hot at the same time. Later I let two rich bastards use me at once in a locked classroom after school, with your character getting her mouth fucked and her pussy pounded at the same time, and the game really leans into the group angle: internal shots, cum mixing, you swallowing, them betting on who can knock you up first like you’re some fertility racehorse. I hated how much I liked that scene.

What I liked most is that it actually plays like an RPG instead of just a slideshow. You wander around campus, manage money, talk to different guys, take stupid risks in gambling dens, accidentally get high at a “study party” and wake up half-naked with your panties on the wrong desk. Some guys are straight-up controlling bastards, grabbing your hips in public, dragging you into storage rooms and using you without condoms because they know you need the money and “pregnancy is just another contract.” Others are more teasing, making you jerk them off in the back row or suck them off under a table during some boring speech while you’re trying not to choke. There are softer touches too, like masturbating alone in your dorm after a rough day, fingers still sticky from the last creampie while you think about which path you’re taking, or flirting with a quiet dude from another country and ending up in this messy, sweaty interracial scene where he’s way rougher than you expected. The AI-looking CGs are uneven as hell, some faces look a bit weird if you stare too long, but the bodies, the fluids, the internal shots when you get fucked raw, they do a damn good job of selling that “I know this is a bad decision but I’m so turned on” vibe. And everything keeps hinting that depending on what you accept, who you sleep with, how careless you are with creampies and pills, you’re going to end up in very different futures: rich and corrupted, owned by one dominant bastard, pregnant and stuck, or somehow climbing out of this mess on your own terms. Or maybe you’ll just keep letting random guys cum in you behind the gym because that debt number looks a little sexier every time it drops.

Michael is that dude everybody has in the office. Quiet, smart in a boring way, always fixing printers and pretending Excel is his religion, but completely clueless when a girl even looks at him for longer than three seconds. The game throws you straight into his head while he is already stuck in this bland routine: go to work, stare at screens, go home, jerk off, repeat. No trauma, no crazy ex, just… life that slowly numbed his dick and his brain at the same time. Then Penelope shows up again in his life, childhood friend with big energy, big mouth, and yeah, big everything if you like that anime style. She bullies him into that dating app, and from there stuff goes from “haha lonely IT guy” to “why the fuck are there suddenly so many hot women orbiting this dude” real fast.

What I liked is how messy it feels in a good way. One moment you are just answering texts on the app, trying to choose between sounding like a normal adult or a total coomer, next moment the scene cuts and you are staring at an AI generated girl in lingerie, with eyes that look like she knows exactly how long you last and is judging you a bit. The art goes from soft and romantic to “okay that’s porn” with basically no warning. There is this one early scene where Michael is exhausted after work, Penelope calls him on video, flops on her bed, her shirt rides up a bit, and you are there sitting with a choice like “look away” or “keep talking like nothing happens” while the camera just lovingly focuses on her thighs. It is horny in that slow burn way, not instant gangbang explosion, more like edging with dialogue. The mystery they tease in the background is actually kind of funny because it pops up right in between fap moments, like you are in the middle of a really sweet blowjob CG and your brain suddenly goes “wait that thing the app did earlier was weird as hell”. They never fully explain it early on, just small details like wrong profile data, déjà vu in conversations, girls acting like they know you from somewhere, little uncanny stuff that crawls under the romance.

I will say, some of the AI images look hot as fuck from far away, but if you stare too long at the hands or small objects, the illusion starts falling apart. Nipples are blessed though, whoever tuned those prompts deserves a raise. Sometimes the lighting is inconsistent between shots of the same scene and it pulled me out for two seconds, then the dev throws a close up on wet lips and my brain forgets to complain. Dialogue is hit and miss: Penelope feels alive, a bit of a brat, texting like someone who lives on Reddit and TikTok at the same time, while a couple of other girls talk like ChatGPT tried to roleplay “horny anime waifu”. Not awful, just a bit stiff when everything else is trying to be sweaty and awkward and human. There was one route intro where I literally alt tabbed to Telegram mid-scene, came back, and it still felt like the same line looped again, but then it hit me with a CG of the girl bending over in an office skirt and my attention magically healed. That dumb little notification sound from the dating app also started living rent free in my skull, to the point I checked my actual phone twice. I kinda wish Penelope was more jealous and unhinged, like full “yandere but pretending to be wholesome” territory, but I know they will never push her that far and I hate that I know it. Still, when she finally drops her guard and you see her horny side peek out in text, there is this tiny flicker of “oh shit this could go very wrong in a good way”. And then you click next, waiting for either kisses or disaster. Or both.

Kohei comes back to his old town for something boring like university, and instead walks straight into the kind of summer that fucks with your head for years after. It looks harmless at first. Childhood streets, cicadas screaming, cheap fans pushed to their limit, that older girl next door who used to ruffle his hair and laugh too loud. Misaki feels like she should be safe territory, familiar, almost family, this cozy fantasy of “onee-san who waited for you”. The game knows that expectation and plays with it in a way that’s honestly pretty mean. She’s still teasing, still bright on the surface, but her eyes slip away at weird moments, her smile freezes half a second too long. Small details like that. You pick a flirty choice, she laughs, leans in, you can almost smell her sweat and shampoo mix, and then some other guy’s name casually comes up and your stomach drops. It’s not subtle, and it’s not gentle.

The horny parts grow slowly, like mold in a corner you pretend not to see. At first you’re just choosing where to spend a day, which cheap cafe, whether to help her carry groceries. One scene you’re alone with Misaki in her apartment, the sun too bright through thin curtains, her in a loose tank top and shorts that ride up when she sits cross-legged. She offers you iced tea, your hand brushes her thigh when you take the glass, she goes quiet for a second. That silence is hotter than any moaning later. The game loves those tiny pauses, the routes where nothing explicit happens yet are somehow dirtier in your head than the straight-up sex scenes. Then there are the runs where you lean into the NTR sickness on purpose, like poking a bruise. Letting her reply to that late-night message. Choosing not to follow her when she “just goes to meet an old friend”. Coming back to a half-buttoned blouse, a faint smell that is not your cologne, and a CG that stings more because she is still smiling at you like she wants to protect you from what already happened. It gives you options to avoid that, sure, to keep things “pure” and romantic, but you feel the game secretly smirking when you pick them, like a producer forced to include a vanilla route to keep the sponsors calm.

What makes it interesting for me as a genre nerd is how it plays with POV shifts. One route you’re stuck inside Kohei’s head, rationalizing, pretending it’s fine, one bad choice, no big deal. On another, it flips and suddenly you’re watching scenes where you’re not supposed to be present at all, getting that ugly voyeur thrill. Sometimes you see Misaki from another guy’s eyes, the way he studies the sweat creeping along her neck, the way her body reacts even when her voice says “we shouldn’t”. That’s where the eroticism goes from simple horny to slightly cruel, because it forces you to admit that her desire is not a thing you own. And still the game offers proper romance lines, soft endings where you manage to hold on to her and build something tender out of all this mess. Those paths feel almost suspicious, like you wandered into a different title hosted on the same site by accident. But that contrast gives the sex extra charge. A slow kiss in a quiet room means one thing when you trust her; the same CG, same pose, after you saw what she did in another route, becomes loaded with paranoia, with “who touched you like this yesterday”. It is not elegant writing, not “high art”, but it understands really well how lust, jealousy, nostalgia and that stupid first-love hope all bleed into each other and make you click “next” even when you already hate the ending you know you’re walking toward.

Keiichi feels like that dude who sits alone in the corner of a beach bar, pretending he’s “just enjoying the view” while his entire life is quietly catching fire. The game throws you right into his vacation, into this fake-relaxing tropical vibe where the air smells like sunscreen and cheap cocktails, and suddenly every girl you meet has a body that makes you forget what you were going to say. It looks like some light romantic thing at first, all smiles at the hotel café, sand stuck between toes, sun on brown skin, but it doesn’t stay soft. One moment you’re sharing iced coffee with a curvy Brazilian waitress, watching her ass sway when she leans over to clean a table, and the next she’s teasing you under the counter with her foot, pressing her soft sole against your crotch while she keeps talking like nothing’s happening. She laughs when you spill your drink, by the way. Total bully energy, and I kind of hated it and loved it.

The whole story is written like this messy diary he’s keeping on his phone, like when you open Google Docs at night and write stuff you’d never send to anyone. Some scenes are sweet in a painful way. You’re on the beach at sunset with this latina girl who pretends she just wants to talk about “future plans” and family drama, but the camera just sits way too long on her tits pushed up in that bikini, on tan thighs crossed in the sand. She puts her feet in your lap, wriggling her toes like it’s nothing, and casually asks if you’ve ever had your dick sucked on an empty shore. Cue choice screen: be a gentleman, or let her slowly slide down, her lips wrapping around you while waves crash in the background. You can pick if he’s loyal or just a horny idiot, but no matter what you choose, you still feel like a creep checking all the routes. There’s a party scene too, loud music, glow sticks, everyone half-drunk, her lipstick smeared as she pushes you into a dark corner near the pool and takes you in her mouth, choking and giggling, then asking if you’d still call her in the morning. You probably won’t.

The game keeps throwing women at you like you’re the last man on earth. Big tits bouncing in tight tops at the hotel café, big asses in tiny shorts walking ahead of you on the boardwalk, different skin tones, different attitudes. One is shy and romantic, blushing when your hand brushes her ankle, then later she’s the one giving you a slow, almost worshipful footjob on the bed, her painted toes gripping your shaft while she whispers that she wants to belong to you. Another girl flirts with your friends, flirts with everyone actually, and if you follow the wrong choices she heads off with some other guy, and the game just lets you sit in that sick netorare feeling, reading Keiichi’s jealous diary entry where he pretends it doesn’t bother him. Sometimes the choices feel fake, like they clearly want you to go for the full harem route, with all of them orbiting around your dick on this “vacation that changes everything”, but then there are these tiny moments where someone refuses you, or talks about old wounds, and suddenly your porn game turns into late-night emotional torture. Still, every time I told myself I’d stick to one wholesome romance, I ended up at another beach party, staring at bouncing tits in a wet bikini top, toes sliding along my shaft under the table, and clicking the most trash option available without even pretending to be a good guy.

This twisted little game caught me completely off guard, and not in the way I expected. You know how sometimes you stumble into something thinking it'll be a quick thrill, but then it grabs you by the throat and doesn't let go? That's exactly what happened here with this Monokuma nightmare. The premise sounds simple enough - you're just some thief breaking into an abandoned school for easy money, right? Wrong. So fucking wrong.

The moment that black and white bastard shows up, everything goes sideways fast. And I mean *everything*. The hypnosis elements aren't just thrown in for shock value - they're woven into every interaction with genuine psychological weight. When Monokuma starts messing with your head, you feel that slow loss of control seeping through the screen. The muscle transformation scenes hit different too, especially when you realize you're not just watching your body change, you're experiencing the complete mental shift that comes with it. The inflation content manages to be both absurd and genuinely arousing, which shouldn't work but absolutely does. There's this one ending where... actually, discovering those twisted conclusions yourself is half the fun.

What really got under my skin though was how the game handles agency. You think you're making choices, but Monokuma's already three steps ahead, pulling strings you didn't even know existed. The writing style keeps you locked in second person, so when things start getting heavy and your character begins losing themselves, it feels uncomfortably personal. Six bad endings out of seven should tell you everything about your chances of escaping with dignity intact. The transformations aren't just physical - they're complete personality rewrites, and watching yourself become exactly what that demented bear wants is both terrifying and incredibly hot. Fair warning: this isn't gentle corruption, it's full-throttle mind-breaking with a Danganronpa twist that'll leave you questioning your own kinks.

There is this quiet kind of loneliness that only a phone screen knows. You open some app, scroll like a zombie, close it, feel nothing. This game kind of sneaks into that empty space and says, “okay, what if your notifications were from a needy, horny, slightly broken femboy who actually remembers what you said yesterday?” You’re just a guy, he’s just a guy, and still it feels weirdly fated, like some cheap isekai destiny but on Android. Alex shows up on your phone like it was always meant, sending cute selfies where his eyeliner is a bit smudged and his lips look too soft for your own good, and then two messages later he’s talking about sucking you off like it’s a casual thing between homework and Netflix. It starts sweet, really warm, with little teasing texts, voice notes, “I miss you, babe” type stuff, and before you notice you’re negotiating if he’s allowed to wear that short skirt in public, or if he should ask your permission to touch himself in the shower. Sometimes he does it anyway and only tells you after, like he wants to be caught. That part really fucked with my head in a good way, watching him drift between loyal puppy and dangerous little slut, and feeling like each tap of my thumb was pulling him somewhere softer or somewhere darker.

The cheating angle is not just some random plot sticker here. The game actually makes you feel that slow itch in your chest when you see Alex sending a selfie at night from a place you don’t recognize, makeup a bit too perfect, collar a bit too tight. There is this moment where he sends you a shaky picture of his ass with someone’s hand on his hip, but you don’t see the face, and your choices are like: pretend you did not see, ask gently, or completely lose your shit. I picked the “play cool” option and honestly it hurt more, because he starts pushing that line again and again. Corruption isn’t just for him either, it bites at you. You start as normal guy who just wants a cute boyfriend and some vanilla blowjob under the blanket, then the game tempts you with voyeur stuff, making him send videos while he’s riding some toy, or making him secretly record when another guy “helps” him with his “needs”. And if you let yourself go down that road, there is this heavy feeling like you are creating your own NTR hell on purpose, like your destiny is to watch instead of touch. I caught myself staring at an AI-style CG of Alex with his legs spread, cum running out of his fucked ass, and instead of just thinking “hot”, I had this weird ache like, “damn, this is my fault, I’m the one who pushed him there”. Then I laughed, because it’s just pixels, but you know that moment when hentai feels a bit too personal? Yeah, that. The pacing is messy sometimes, texts jump from cute to hardcore in a way that feels like bad signal on WhatsApp, but somehow that also makes it feel real, like a chaotic relationship you can’t fully control. The romance is sugary and rotten at the same time, you can jerk off to it, or you can stare at the screen after a rough scene and wonder when exactly your sweet little femboy turned into a cock-hungry toy for other guys while you just sit there, thumb hovering over the “send” button, pretending this is what you wanted all along.