Ugly bastard time travel fantasy with school uniforms and way too much skin, that’s basically the whole vibe here. You’re this dude who remembers his life as a pathetic, bitter old perv, then boom, suddenly you’re back in your teenage body, stuck in that same boring school but now with full cheat codes in your brain. All the memories of who fucked you over, who ignored you, which teachers had huge tits under those tight blouses, which MILF neighbors walked around with that fat ass barely covered… and now you’re not some clueless virgin anymore in your head. You’re still “ordinary looking”, kinda ugly, kinda forgettable, but you think like a guy who’s watched too much porn and had zero therapy. That’s the fun part. Every hallway, every classroom, every bedroom is like “oh yeah, I remember what happens here in the future” and you try to break it, twist it, make it hornier.

The teasing is what sold me. Not just instant pussy delivery, you know? Like that scene where the stacked classmate leans over your desk, her shirt a bit too tight, her bra digging into those big tits, and she’s laughing at some dumb joke. In normal games she’d just giggle and walk off. Here your MC is running full horny inner monologue, remembering how she married some loser in the original timeline, how he used to jerk off thinking about her, and now he’s poking at her weak spots, saying the right little lines so she blushes and tugs at her skirt. You get those slow burns, the “accidental” boob presses, the late study sessions that end with her rubbing her thighs together while pretending nothing’s happening. I hate slow stuff and I was still locked in. Then again, sometimes it feels like the game is edging you on purpose and not in a good way, like “ok man, I get it, she’s shy, now let her suck something already.”

The ugly MC thing is surprisingly hot. Not monster ugly, just that dude you’d never look at twice, but girls start reacting different because he’s confident and lowkey manipulative as fuck now. There’s this scene with a MILF, older woman with a big ass squeezed into yoga pants, where she’s lecturing you about “being a good student” while you remember exactly how broken and lonely she was later in life. And you just nudge her, step by step, from “motherly neighbor” to “I’ll just help you with your stress” to her literally grinding on your lap while still trying to pretend she’s in control. It’s messed up, kind of sad, and also insanely hot. The game plays a lot with that corruption angle, not in a subtle way, more like watching a car crash where everyone has big tits. Sometimes it leans into romance and “true love” like you actually care about these girls, then two minutes later you’re jerking off in the school bathroom while remembering how their bodies feel, so yeah, nice whiplash. I wish the MC shut up less in his thoughts and more in dialogue, but whatever, I still clicked next like a trained animal.

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.

New city, new gym, whole building full of girls with claws, tails, extra ears and way too much ass packed into tight sport shorts. You play the guy who owns the place, the “responsible” gym instructor who swears it’s a safe space and not a walking fetish trap, then the first thing you do is watch a sweaty lamia try to fit her giant snake body on a treadmill that was never built for that. The game just throws you into this weird cozy fantasy where every monster girl is pretending it’s just about fitness, while you and them keep eyeing those bouncing tits in the mirror like nobody notices. It feels like a normal gym management RPG at first: you plan sessions, pick training routines, mess with stats, keep an eye on money and equipment. Then you realize each session is basically an excuse to get closer and closer until your “stretching assistance” is just your hands sliding way too low on her hips while she pretends it’s part of the program.

What really got me hooked is how personal the training becomes. You are not just clicking “do squats”. You choose how hard you push them, if you praise or tease, if you focus on strength, stamina, or just making them feel sexy as hell in those tight sport uniforms. One time I decided to be super strict with a shy catgirl who kept hiding her huge chest under baggy clothes. I pushed her with brutal cardio, barely letting her rest. By the end she’s drenched, shirt stuck to her skin, nipples poking through, and she’s staring at you with that mix of “I hate you” and “please don’t stop”. Another time I did the opposite with a tall, smug cow girl. I kept giving her “breaks”, helping her stretch, holding her from behind while she bent over, letting my hands “accidentally” rest on her thick thighs. She knew what I was doing. She leaned her heavy tits back on my chest and asked if that counted as core training.

The sandbox part hits pretty hard. You control schedule, who gets attention, what parts of the gym you upgrade. Do you unlock more public areas where other monster girls can watch each other work out, all that voyeur energy, or do you focus on private rooms where the moans echo against the walls and no one complains? I like when the gym gets busy and you walk through the floor, just clicking on whoever catches your eye: a wolf girl doing squats, ass popping out of her shorts, tail twitching like she’s horny already; a slim bunny girl trying to keep up with heavy weights because she wants a rounder ass and you stand behind her, every rep pushing her closer to you; a proud demon girl who pretends she doesn’t care about “romance” but blushes like crazy when you praise her body. Sometimes the AI art looks a bit off if you stare too long, like an extra finger or weird angle, but honestly the sweat, the flushed faces, the giant tits straining against sports bras, it all sells the fantasy so hard I stopped caring.

There’s a romance angle, yeah, but it’s the obsessive kind if you play it like that. You can focus on one girl, stalk her routine, always being there to “help” only her, tuning her training just for your tastes. You make her stronger while also making sure her curves stay huge, and she starts relying on you emotionally, not just physically. Or you can be a slutty trainer, spreading your attention, making them all a bit too attached, jealous when they see you correcting someone else’s posture from behind. I liked when one of them walked in on me mid “private stretching” with another girl and the dialogue got all passive-aggressive, but nobody actually left. Just silence, heavy breathing, and you in the middle of all that monster girl drama, pretending you are still just a gym owner and not the biggest pervert in the building.

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.

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

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

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

High School Zero To Campus Sex God feels like someone mashed together every horny teenage fantasy, then quietly added way more MILFs than anyone is ready for. You play this clueless guy fresh out of school who somehow walks into college life surrounded by girls who dress like they live in a gym catalog and moms who clearly skipped the “subtle” part of being horny. It’s mostly about how badly he wants to stop being a virgin, but the game actually leans harder into the whole harem drama, jealousy, sneaking around, all that messy stuff. One moment you’re flirting with a cheeky sporty girl in tight shorts after practice, the next you’re wondering if her mom is going to notice the hickeys you left on her daughter’s neck while you’re in the kitchen “helping” with dinner. And yeah, the camera absolutely loves asses here. Big butts in yoga pants, tight skirts riding up when they bend over, that slow angle when you’re supposed to “help them stretch” before a match. It is not subtle. I like that.

What surprised me is how the teasing is honestly better than the full service scenes sometimes. There’s that volleyball girl who keeps pretending she doesn’t like you touching her, then never actually stops you when your hand slides a little lower during “groping practice” in the equipment room. Or the teacher who makes you stay late and pretends it’s about your grades, while she sits on the edge of the desk, crosses her long legs and lets her blouse open one button too far, then pats her thigh and tells you to sit closer. The game gives you a lot of moments where you can just stare, peek through a door, watch a shower through some half-open locker room door, and damn, the voyeur vibe really hits. Sometimes you only see a reflection in glass. Sometimes you just hear the sucking sounds and little moans behind a wall and you have to decide if you barge in or just jerk off to it. And then there’s the whole netorare angle that sneaks up on you. At first it’s just your enemy’s mom riding you on the sofa while she’s mocking how useless her husband is, then later you actually see your so-called romance interest getting her throat used by someone else because you ignored her too long. The game doesn’t make a full speech about it, it just shows you. That one scene where you open the door, see her on her knees, her cheeks hollowed out, and she keeps eye contact with you while she keeps sucking, like she’s saying “this is what you threw away”, that actually hurt a bit. And I still went back for more.

The harem angle is chaotic in the good way. You can stack mothers and daughters, best friend’s family, enemy’s family, random sporty girl from track, older teacher with glasses, then try to act like nothing’s going on when you end up in the same room with three of them. There’s a scene where you’re at a little backyard BBQ and two of the women you’re fucking keep “casually” brushing against you under the table, one of them presses her big tits against your arm, while the other plays with your thigh under the shorts, and the only thing on screen is your face trying not to panic. I wish the MC wasn’t such a smug idiot in some routes, but he is, and it’s funny when your choices blow up and you suddenly get a cold, dead-eyed blowjob from a girl who clearly wants to rip your balls off. The domination stuff is very male-focused here: you grab, pin, make them kneel, push their heads down for oral, choke them a bit while they grind on your lap. Not hardcore, more like “I’ve watched too much porn and think this is how sex goes”, which actually fits the protagonist. Sex toys pop up too, mostly in those quiet moments. Like the mom who pulls a drawer open, shows you her vibrator, smirks and tells you she doesn’t need it anymore if you keep visiting her at night. Or the shy girl who asks you to help her use a plug before class because she wants to “feel full” during lectures. There are multiple endings depending who you focus on or how greedy you get, and yeah, you can screw yourself into some pretty twisted situations. I’m still annoyed by one tiny thing though: the way the text box sometimes jumps too fast during really hot lines, so you hit rollback on reflex and then overshoot and break the mood. It’s stupid, but it kept happening to me in the best oral scenes. Anyway, this one is shameless, messy, sometimes mean, and weirdly romantic in spots, like when the sporty girl falls asleep on your chest after you cum on her belly and you just watch her breathe. That little bit hit harder than all the moaning.

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.

Retired “hero” my ass. John feels less like some ex special ops badass and more like that dude in your Discord who keeps saying he’s done with drama, then his DMs are just wall to wall chaos. The game sells you this quiet old guy who just wants beer and football, then absolutely bodies his calm life in the first act. One weird, trippy dream later and suddenly every woman around him is way too interested, way too flexible about what’s “okay,” and way too related to be healthy. It starts slow, like a normal AVN trying to pretend it has restraint, then your choices start twisting everyone into horny trouble. You blink and you’ve gone from “concerned father figure” to “I should probably clear my browser history if I die tomorrow.”

The cast is basically a ticking time bomb of bad decisions. You’ve got the twins, obviously, and yeah, the game knows exactly what button it’s pushing with them. Every scene with them feels like the dev is just giggling behind the screen going “you’re really gonna click that, huh?” One minute you’re sharing some semi wholesome moment in the kitchen, next minute the camera angle turns predatory and you’re suddenly very aware how short their shorts are. And if you like to play the creepy voyeur type, the game spoils you. Peeking through doors, “accidentally” walking in on showers, sitting on the couch pretending to watch sports while everyone else in the house is basically a walking porn category. Of course I told myself I’d play John as a good guy. Ten minutes later I’m saving before every corrupt choice like I’m playing Dark Souls and scared of losing progress.

What actually surprised me is how openly horny the story is without even pretending it’s respectable. The MILFs are stacked like someone made a “mom pack” in a character creator and just cranked every slider to max. There’s a DILF vibe too when the game leans into John’s age and authority, especially when women start treating him like the center of their universe and he just rolls with it. Sex scenes go from soft to “oh shit, we’re doing that now?” pretty fast, with corruption stuff that slowly pushes the girls from shy and unsure into full on cock drunk, begging for creampies and acting jealous and possessive. Interracial scenes pop up in that classic porn logic way where nobody really talks about it, it just happens and you’re like, “yeah okay, that’s a thing now.” Masturbation and voyeurism connect a lot of the smaller scenes, like characters getting caught touching themselves in the hallway light, or you spying on them and deciding whether to walk away or corrupt them a bit more. It’s messy, morally fucked, sometimes hot as hell, sometimes a bit much, and it kind of feels like scrolling a very specific Pornhub playlist someone curated after a bottle of whiskey and three bad breakups. Which is exactly the energy this kind of game should have, honestly.

The story kicks off like someone accidentally hit “load save file” on a life that already went to hell twice. The guy you play as isn’t some shining hero - he’s just trying to crawl back from a mess that smells like heartbreak and cheap perfume. The world around him? All shiny screens and fake smiles, every move tracked, every glance sold to the highest bidder. It’s weirdly hot and depressing at the same time. You walk through neon-lit streets where even the vending machines flirt with you, and somehow you end up tangled in conversations that start innocent and end with someone’s breath catching in their throat. The girls here aren’t just eye candy - they tease, they test, they *know* exactly how much power they’ve got. And yeah, those curves are basically weapons.

The game doesn’t rush you, though. It lets you stew in the tension. One moment you’re arguing with a woman who could break your heart or your pelvis - probably both - and the next you’re caught in a scene that feels too real for a screen. The teasing is constant: a brush of skin, a look that lingers too long, the kind of moan that makes your phone feel heavier in your hand. You make choices, but they don’t always feel like yours. Sometimes you pick the “nice” answer and end up in her bed anyway, other times you try to be bold and she just laughs, walks away, and leaves you staring at her hips as she goes. It’s frustrating. It’s brilliant. It’s kind of addictive.

There’s something about the way it mixes romance and filth that feels almost wrong - in a good way. The emotional bits sneak up on you between the dirty ones, and suddenly you care about someone whose main skill is making you blush. The game knows exactly what it’s doing; it just pretends not to.