Plague in the kingdom, king on his throne shitting himself in fear, and you, the poor bastard who has to walk into a cursed forest with a cute elf wife who is way too good for you. That is the whole mood of Cursed Forest Quest – you are technically the hero, but it always feels like the story is asking what happens if the hero is soft, horny, and just a bit unlucky. Vallabelle, your elven wife, is the kind priestess type with huge tits, a perfect ass that does not make physical sense for an elf, and a smile that makes you think “ok, she is totally loyal, it’s fine” while the game quietly laughs in the background. The early scenes sell this perfect couple thing hard: sharing a campfire, she heals your wounds, teases you with a slow handjob as a reward for surviving the day, rides you with that soft priestess moaning, and you think, alright, wholesome, I can relax. Then the forest basically says, no, fuck you, this is a cursed land, and starts poking that little insecurity in your brain every time some other guy looks at her for more than two seconds.

What I liked too much, embarrassingly, is how the game uses “small” moments to kick you in the balls. For example, first time you get to a ruined shrine, there is a choice: go search for relics, or send Vallabelle to talk with the local spirit while you check the perimeter. I just clicked through, not thinking, checked a bush that had literally nothing important, and when I came back, the scene cut to Vallabelle slightly flushed, her robe messed up, her tits kind of out, spirit fading away, and her going “it’s fine, just a blessing.” That moment stuck in my head longer than the full-on vaginal scenes. Not even a big animation there, only small touches, like her avoiding eye contact. Later on there is an actual animated scene with her getting pounded against a forest altar, ass bouncing, moans way louder than anything she ever did for you, and that felt almost less cruel than that earlier half-harassment vibe, where you are not sure what happened but your dick and your stomach both react. By the way, the spanking stuff is weirdly casual here. Sometimes you get to spank her playfully as a “punishment” for teasing you in front of a guard, and she giggles and presses that big ass into your hand. Another time, some other guy does a very similar smack, and suddenly the camera lingers way too long, and she bites her lip in a way she never did for you. I hated that. I also replayed that branch three times to see if her expression changes with different quest choices. It barely does, which somehow turns me on more. The game likes to pretend you have control with all the quests and paths, and yeah, there are multiple endings and all, but honestly half the fun is realizing you clicked yourself into a timeline where you are basically watching your own wife get more “blessed” by the forest than cured. I wish there was a path where you could fully stay pure and keep her untouched, but also I really don’t, and it will never happen anyway.

Malcolm is the kind of guy you scroll past in real life without even noticing. Skinny, nervous, always a little hunched like the world is too loud for him. The game just throws you into his messy life in Walkerville, this weirdly normal Texas town that keeps acting like it’s hiding something behind every white picket fence and church smile. He lives with his mom and his sisters, and yeah, the game does not pretend that everyone’s thoughts are pure. It starts small. A door not fully closed when his older sister changes, that one innocent towel slip that lingers a bit too long, a late night where he “accidentally” opens the wrong room and just stands there, watching, hand already twitching toward his crotch before you even realize you clicked. The voyeur stuff creeps in quiet, like it was always there and the game just lets you stop pretending.

What surprised me is how it mixes dumb horny jokes with moments that feel kind of raw. Malcolm wants to stop being this loser and “be alpha” or whatever, but you see him in front of his laptop, porn tabs open, jerking off to the thought of his own mother bending over the laundry basket, big ass filling the screen, and you can feel how pathetic he knows he is. The game lets you push him further. You decide if he keeps watching from the crack of the door or actually walks in when his busty mom is stretched over the couch, panties riding up, asking for “a quick back rub” that your brain instantly twists into something else. It’s dirty in a way that feels almost too close, like browsing Pornhub in a private tab and suddenly stumbling on that one “mom” actress that reminds you of someone you know. You can focus on straight stuff if you want, just tits, pussies, toys, bare skin under flimsy house clothes, that kind of thing. Or you poke into the futa / trans side of town, which the game flags clearly so you don’t wander into it by accident, and there’s this odd thrill when a girl you thought was just a cute neighbor ends up pulling out something thick and throbbing from under her skirt while still having soft curves and a wet, tight pussy. It makes Malcolm freak out a bit, and it kind of made me do the same, in a good way.

Scenes play out slowly, with that visual novel pacing where you click through every little smirk and every bad joke he throws out when he’s nervous. Sometimes it works, like when his milf mom calls him out for staring and you can either chicken out or double down and compliment her tits in this awkward, blunt way that somehow gets her blushing instead of slapping him. Other times it drags on while you just want to reach the moment where she wraps her lips around his cock or grinds her big ass against him in the kitchen and “accidentally” rubs the tip against her soaked panties. There is this one masturbation scene with his younger sister, caught on a half-broken phone camera in the bathroom mirror, where she thinks nobody is home and spreads herself on the sink, one hand on her clit, the other holding a cheap toy she probably ordered from Amazon. That part stuck with me way more than I expected. Not even the nudity, but the way she looks around, bites her lip, keeps whispering Malcolm’s name like she hates herself for it. The humor cuts through sometimes, with him making stupid inner comments while jerking to his own family, but then in the next click his cock is out in his room and he is stroking himself raw, trying not to moan too loud while listening to muffled sounds through the wall. It is messy, horny, a bit trashy, and doesn’t really care about being “nice”. Which kind of fits this town full of smiling faces and very dirty secrets, all waiting for Malcolm to stop pretending he is just a passive loser and start fucking his way into the role he keeps dreaming about.

Maya is a mess in the most relatable way. Girl wakes up horny, goes to class horny, comes back home even more horny, and half of the time she’s not even enjoying it, just zoning out with porn on her phone, doomscrolling Twitter between strokes, thinking about deadlines while fingering herself again. That kind of depressing, way-too-real masturbation loop. Then suddenly Heaven basically kicks down the door of her burnout life and tells her, “Congrats, you’re a chosen warrior, also your magic wand is that massive futa cock you keep failing to jerk off properly.” It sounds like a joke, but the game commits to it so hard it starts feeling weirdly earnest. One moment she’s choking on her own anxiety, the next she’s in a ruined chapel blasting horny demon girls with holy spells powered by edging herself. It absolutely should not work, and somehow it does.

What really hooked me is how it swings between horny clown mode and those quiet, uncomfortable scenes where Maya tries to act like a normal college student and just fails. You get her standing in a crowded hallway, clutching her phone, praying no one notices the bulge in her leggings while her “guardian angel” is whispering in her ear that she needs to go hunt succubi after midterms. Then cut to her in a forest, pants half-open, using her cock like a staff while a tentacled monstergirl coils around her legs and keeps trying to force a “you came, you lose” deal. The combat is turn based, but the rhythm of it feels more like edging than strategy: buff, tease, stall, big climax attack, try not to blow your load too early because you actually need that mana for the second phase. I like how blunt it is about failure too. Lose a fight, and you’re not just “defeated,” you’re getting milked, fucked, drained, creampied, used as a toy by whatever perverted thing you picked a fight with. Then you wake up back in your dorm like it was “just a dream,” still sticky, trying to pretend you’re fine on your way to group project meeting.

The sex is very “no modesty at all” in the best way. Maya titfucking older milfs that were supposed to be respectable professors, grinding her huge cock between their tits while they pretend it’s still about “extra credit.” Oral scenes where she’s deepthroated by a demon with a halo, or doing the choking herself during a sloppy blowjob behind a campus building, leaving mascara stains and cum streaks on the brick wall. Anal, vaginal, quick handjobs in weird places, masturbation scenes where she’s hunched over her phone in the bathroom trying not to moan as notification sounds keep popping off. And yeah, there are tender moments in all that filth. Monster girls that start as enemies turning into awkward half-friends you can date, sleep with, creampie, then actually talk to about your anxiety. One of my favorite bits is this goofy “training” session that just turns into mutual masturbation under glowing angel sigils on the ceiling while lo-fi style fantasy music loops in the background. It’s trashy, it’s horny, it’s often sad in a way that hits way too close to real mental health shit, and then suddenly you’re laughing because some demon just called her “Heaven’s cum cannon” and it actually kind of fits.

You load it up in a bored mood, thinking it will be just another horny office thing, and then suddenly you are sitting in this glossy fashion magazine, surrounded by women who all look like they walked out from some Instagram explore tab that you pretend not to check. HauteBeat hums in the background, that soft loop of office AC, a distant printer, heels clicking across the tiles like a metronome for your dirty thoughts. The protagonist is this fresh graduate, all awkward, shy, still a virgin, and the game really leans into that. He stammers when the editor-in-chief leans over his shoulder, her blouse just a little too open, her perfume basically choking him. The scene where he is alone with the secretary in a tiny meeting room, with the glass walls and everyone outside pretending not to look, that one hit me. She lowers her voice, asks if he understands what “loyalty” means in this office, and every click through the dialogue feels like you’re holding your breath, waiting for the moment her hand actually lands on his thigh. There is no rush, but also no mercy. The pacing is like that slow elevator ride where you already know you’re going to do something filthy when the doors open.

First choice that really made me stop was when you decide if he keeps his “good boy” energy, or starts testing his new power over these women who pretend they’re in charge. One path he plays the sweet intern, trying not to stare at his boss’s big ass every time she bends over a layout. The other path, he starts using what he learns about them, their little secrets, and the mood shifts from nervous to predatory. There is this one route with the married coworker from accounting, the one who always has her phone face down on the desk. She invites him to “help” with some files after hours. Music drops out, it is just the wet sound of her lips when she finally slides under the desk and starts sucking his cock right there, while the screen shows the office lights reflecting on her lipstick-smeared mouth. Her wedding ring catching the glow every time her hand strokes him is such a petty detail, but it sticks. And yes, later, if you push it, you can corrupt her properly, going from quick blowjob breaks to bending her over the office copier for anal, watching that big ass shake while the machine spits out useless sheets.

Not every scene is perfect. One of the titfuck moments feels a bit rushed, like they knew she has massive tits so they just went “ok, put dick between them” and moved on. But then another girl, the one styled like a cold, distant creative director, drags him into the wardrobe room full of clothes for the next shoot. She sits him down on a low bench, climbs on his lap like it is a throne, and the sound design quietly peaks. You hear fabric sliding, hangers tapping, her little moans that she tries to swallow because there are still people a few meters away. When she finally sinks down on his cock, the angle almost makes you feel that stretch yourself, slow vaginal grind that turns into rough fucking and then spanking her ass so hard the clothes around them rustle. The corruption is not just “she is horny now”, you feel how some of them start asking for it. The secretary who once flirted safely is later begging to be used under the desk while the boss is in a video call. The boss who once scolded him starts testing how far she can go before completely giving in. It is all choices and branches, but it never feels like a math problem. More like you are texting three people on WhatsApp at the same time, promising each of them something different, knowing at least one is going to get hurt and you kind of want that. And yes, the protagonist is inexperienced, but by the time he has a little harem of coworkers sucking, riding, getting spanked in the break room, he is not pretending to be a nice guy anymore. Or maybe he still is. Depends what you click.

Ariana feels like that girl you see on the bus with headphones in, pretending the whole world is background noise, except in this game the background noise wants to fuck her. She’s quiet, awkward, the type who clutches her phone like a shield, and somehow surrounded by women who look like they walked straight out of a very horny Instagram explore page. Her mom, her older sister, every older woman orbiting the house has that heavy, lazy sexual energy, like they could lean on a doorframe and instantly ruin your life in the best way. The tension hits early, when Ariana is just trying to masturbate in peace and you realize the game is not interested in peace at all. It wants leaked sounds through thin walls, accidental gropes that stop being accidental way too fast, and that slow corruption curve where “just curious” turns into “I’ll do anything if she keeps talking like that.”

The soundtrack caught me off guard. It’s not some epic orchestral thing, more like soft electronic loops with a bit of bass that hums under the skin. There’s this one track that plays when Ariana is alone in her room, just scrolling on her phone, and it feels like late night Tumblr porn browsing mixed with guilty church memories. Then the mood flips when the older women step in. The music shifts, gets more humid, heavier, like cheap red wine in a glass that someone keeps refilling. It’s horny elevator music if the elevator stopped halfway between floors and nobody pressed the alarm. I swear one of the loops sounds like it was made in GarageBand at three glasses of wine deep, and it works precisely because it’s slightly trashy. Erotic scenes lean into that rhythm: slow teasing, a hand on her big ass that stays there too long, fingernails grazing under her shirt, mom “helping” her with a toy that Ariana should definitely be using alone. The whole thing feels like a corrupted ASMR playlist where every “relaxing” sound ends with a moan.

When the game starts playing with power, that’s where it gets messy in a good, sticky way. Female domination here isn’t just leather and shouting; it’s mom using a soft voice while pushing Ariana’s head where she wants it, sister pretending it’s all just “practice,” older women treating her body like free use whenever she wanders into the wrong room at the wrong time. There’s a scene with a strap-on that goes from playful to “oh fuck she’s not stopping” really fast, and the camera just lingers on Ariana’s face, that mix of panic, pleasure, and “I shouldn’t like this” that hits harder than the actual penetration. Anal sneaks in that way too, like a dirty afterthought that becomes the main event. Beast stuff shows up more like a taboo wall you crash into, not subtle at all, and somehow the soundtrack just keeps doing that lazy, sexy loop like this is completely normal. Lesbian moments slide in between all the family tension, like Ariana using a “friend” to rehearse what she’ll never admit she wants from her own house. The game loves big tits, big asses, hands wandering, casual groping in hallways, and those long masturbation scenes where she starts off shy and ends up fucking herself with toys while thinking about exactly the wrong person. It’s clumsy, horny, kind of trashy, and every time the music hits that deep synth line, it feels like the walls of the house are breathing along with her.

Christmas vibes hit weird when you’re staring at a thesis outline and end up getting throat-fucked by a futa professor in her office instead of working on chapter two. That’s kind of the mood of this game. You’re this 23-year-old guy, trying to be serious, new city, new life, all that adult responsibility bullshit, and then the game just keeps throwing you at these tall, thick futa MILFs and cocky younger futas who treat “career counseling” like a porn category. It feels like someone took a normal college dating sim, poured hot chocolate on it, spiked it with vodka, then forgot about the “wholesome” part halfway through. One moment you’re choosing research topics, next moment you’re on your knees under a desk, her balls brushing your chin while she keeps typing like nothing is happening. Very “welcome to adulthood, kiddo.”

What I liked most is how the teasing never feels rushed. You walk into the landlady’s kitchen in the morning, she’s in this lazy robe, tits half out, big round ass turning while she makes coffee, and instead of jumping straight into a fuck scene she just leans over, adjusts your tie, presses her body against you, and whispers stuff like “you know, rent is flexible… if you’re flexible too.” But she leaves. No payoff. You’re just left with that hard-on, trying to answer emails. Then a different futa texts you on some fake WhatsApp clone in the game, sends a pic of her feet on the table, toes with red polish, her cock in the background, like “which one you like more?” and you realise, oh, okay, they really want you to be a horny mess at all times. The first time I chose the “focus on work” option, the landlady actually got annoyed and stopped groping me for a while, which honestly hurt more than it should. I was staring at my screen like some desperate idiot, waiting for her to grab my ass again. It’s pathetic. I loved it. I hated it.

The sandbox part is funny. There’s this fake sense of freedom like, yeah, go to the library, meet this serious futa researcher who talks about methodology, wears glasses, looks all strict, and then suddenly her hand is between your legs in the quiet study area, palming your cock while she lectures you about time management. You try to move her hand away, she squeezes harder. At some point she casually pushes your head down under the desk and unzips, and what starts as “quick taste for motivation” turns into your mouth full of her, your jaw hurting, your eyes watering while students walk past. Nobody notices, of course, it’s that type of porn logic. Later there’s a scene where one of them uses your face as a footstool first, presses her soles on your cheeks, makes you lick between her toes before she even lets you touch her shaft. Honestly I didn’t expect the foot stuff to go that hard. Thought it would be just a quick fetish nod, but no, she presses her heel on your cock, makes you cum without even using her hands. And then complains you stained her stockings. The only thing that annoyed me was some tiny little UI button for changing locations that sits in the corner and I kept missing it, but anyway, the whole vibe is like a horny winter break that never ends, full of big tits, big asses, futa egos, and you, the poor guy who planned to write a thesis and instead became everyone’s stress-relief toy.

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.

Ella is a problem. The good kind of problem, the one your cock and your curiosity both say yes to before your brain even catches up. She’s a futa with a mouth that never shuts up, in a jungle that doesn’t give a fuck if she’s tired or horny or “on a mission.” She’s supposed to find this magic flower, some legendary thing everyone talks about like it’s the only thing that matters. And then she runs into these monster girls and suddenly the flower is not really the main thing anymore. Or it is. Or it’s just the excuse for everything she does after.

What hit me first is how the game really leans into teasing before it lets anything explode. Ella talks her way into trouble instead of fighting out of it. One moment she flirts with a monster girl with this fake innocent smile, touching her arm “by accident,” the next moment you’re watching her hand slowly slide over to that thick thigh. It’s that slow burn that fucked me up a bit. The monster girls are not just standing there like dolls either. They watch her. They stare at her body. There is this one scene where Ella pretends to be hurt and falls in a way that her clothes ride up just a bit too much, and you can almost feel their eyes on her ass like it’s something holy and dirty at the same time. It’s funny because I thought I just came here to fap and then suddenly I’m out here caring if she gets that flower or gets fucked into the ground first. She’s got big tits that are basically their own characters, and when someone grabs them, it looks like that moment has weight. There’s a lot of oral stuff, and I liked how the game doesn’t rush the first time Ella goes down on a monster girl. You see that hesitation, like she’s half doing it for the mission and half doing it because she really wants to taste her. And then she gets into it way too much for “just business.” The voyeur feeling is strong too. More than once you’re just watching from the side, like you’re in the bushes, seeing hands explore, lips kissing spots they shouldn’t, clothes pushed aside instead of neatly taken off. It feels messy in a good way. Mostly.

The art is 2D but not trying to be some perfect painting. Sometimes tits look a little too round, sometimes an angle is weird, and honestly that makes it feel more like some horny artist going all in instead of a sterile studio thing. I loved that. And at the same time I hated that one of Ella’s expressions keeps repeating in a serious scene and I couldn’t stop noticing it. The lesbian scenes with her and monster girls have this greedy energy, like both of them try to see who makes the other moan first, who gives in. Then when she uses her cock, it changes completely. Suddenly she’s the one pushing someone against the tree, sliding in slow, talking shit in their ear. My favorite tiny, stupid detail: the way their fingers dig into her ass when she thrusts, like they’re holding on so she doesn’t pull away. It’s such a small thing but it stayed in my head longer than the big “climax” moment. Story wise, it’s an adventure that keeps pretending it’s about this mystical bloom, but you know damn well it’s actually about Ella using her charm, her dick, her mouth, whatever she has, to bend this monster-filled jungle around her. The voyeur vibe, the teasing, the groping, all that builds up like fate is pushing her to meet exactly these girls in exactly this place. I like to think Destiny wanted this filth to happen. Or maybe I just want to believe that kind of thing exists, even in porn games on my phone while I should be doing something else.

Hero in Training looks like one of those “save the village, save the world, get laid along the way” stories, but it actually feels more like a horny slice-of-life training arc that forgot to be epic and accidentally became fun anyway. You play this clueless guy trying to become a hero, but the game is clearly more interested in what happens between fighting lessons than in the fighting itself. The village is full of women who are way too stacked and way too friendly for any realistic fantasy setting. Big tits everywhere, big asses that take half the screen when the camera gets close, and that slightly awkward 3dcg look where sometimes a nipple is doing its own side quest. Honestly, I kind of like that cheap vibe; it feels like someone’s horny personal project instead of a corporate porn machine polished in Unreal Engine. The early “training” sessions are this weird mix of combat basics and very obvious sexual harassment that the game treats like a joke. Your instructor keeps "correcting" your stance by grabbing your crotch or pressing her tits on your back like it is part of the curriculum. At one point she helps you with your sword grip and transitions into helping you with your other “sword”, stroking him slow while still lecturing about discipline. It is messed up, but in that porn-logic way where everyone is aggressively okay with it.

The strongest part for me is how the erotic scenes actually grow out of dumb little story setups. There is a moment where the protagonist comes back from a failed mission, frustrated and feeling useless, and the older woman who runs the training grounds corners him in the storage room. She starts teasing him about “needing to relax his body before he can become a real protector” while she casually unlaces her top. He tries to keep the conversation about tactics, she keeps pushing it back to his dick. She gropes herself first, like she’s checking weapons, then grabs his cock through the pants and just holds it until you click forward, like the game is asking “ok, are we doing this?” and of course you are. The handjob there is not just some quick CG and done. She spits in her palm, jerks him off slow, tells him how heroes should know how to endure, speeds up when you beg. Her tits are smashed together in the shot and they are honestly too big, almost cartoonish, but the way the scene is written, it still lands. Then she drops to her knees and gives him this messy oral, deepthroating while still muttering about “proper breathing technique.” It is ridiculous and kind of perfect. Not everything hits, though. There are a few teasing scenes that feel copy pasted: girl “accidentally” sitting on your lap, grinding a little, pretending she did not notice your hard dick pressed against her ass. The game loves the “oops I fell on your cock” energy. Some of the faces in the 3dcg look weird from certain angles, like their eyes are slightly floating apart. Backgrounds can feel cheap. Also there is this milf character, the big protective type, supposedly worried about the village, but half of her dialogue is minor variations of “you have grown so strong” while staring straight at his crotch. She lets you grope her from behind while she’s cooking, then casually moves your hand from her hips up to her tits like she is teaching a child to hold a spoon. Does not fit her written personality at all, but porn writing has never been famous for consistency. Still, some smaller bits stay in my mind more than I expected: a moment where you wake up hard and a woman just silently slips under the blanket for a quick morning blowjob without any big story speech; a scene where you get caught staring at a big ass bent over in the training yard and instead of being angry, she demands you “prove your focus” by keeping eye contact while she guides your hand between her cheeks. It is clumsy, shameless, sometimes funny, and very much a game where being a “hero” mostly means surviving an onslaught of aggressive flirting and very hands-on lessons.