Your life imploded because your wife fucked you over in the loudest way possible, and the courts helped her do it. Five years later, you’re older, bitter, technically “free”, and still jerking off to memories of the life she stole. “Whoremonger NTE” drops you right into that headspace. You’re not some anime prettyboy virgin hero. You’re a pissed-off dad with a wrecked past, a dick that still works, and a whole new playground full of people who don’t know who you used to be. The fun part is watching how far you’re willing to push it. You can play it soft at first, like some broken romantic trying to rebuild something normal with shy girls, milfs, even that “untouchable” teacher type. Or you can start taking what you want: use blackmail when you catch someone cheating, twist a horny teen virgin into a slut, let a stressed-out older woman “relax” on your cock, or sit back and just watch first, jerk later. There is a whole lot of teasing before anything happens, and then it just snaps. One route I went from awkward handjob behind the bleachers to her on her knees in an empty classroom, messy blowjob, and she’s the one begging to get creampied, while we both pretend the security cameras are off. Joke’s on her.

The real hook for me is that the game pretends to care about your “soul” while you’re literally corrupting half the cast. There are romance flags, corruption flags, NTR flags, all playing tug-of-war in the background. You catch a girl flirting with some loser? You can walk away, be the “good guy” and maybe get the pure romance later. Or you lean into it, encourage her to cheat, film her getting fucked, and hold that over her. One path had me letting a milf “borrow” my dick because her husband is useless, then on another save I pushed her into lesbian stuff with a younger girl, toys and all, while I was just a voyeur in the corner, dick in hand. The game is not shy: titfucks with both small and huge tits, anal scenes where the sweet girl suddenly loves it rough, footjobs that start as a joke and end with you groaning against a couch, incest tension that goes from “this is wrong” to “ok, just the tip” way too fast. There’s even graphic violence spiking up at weird moments, like the story reminding you this is not some comfy harem VN; shit has consequences, even when you’re balls-deep. And yeah, some scenes drag a bit, like that one long teasing sequence with no payoff where I kept clicking expecting at least a quick handjob and… nothing. Still annoyed about that. But then later the same girl shows up, sits on your lap in public, grinding her big ass on your cock while pretending to help with “homework”, and suddenly you forget you were mad at the pacing. The whole thing feels like someone mashed midlife crisis, school trash drama, gilf fantasies, and dumb hentai humor into one messy save file, then asked you, very politely, how badly you want to ruin everyone.

Ugly bastard enjoyers are eating good with this one. It starts almost innocent, with these hot girls in bikinis just hanging around like it’s some cheap summer mobile ad, all shiny skin and big fake smiles, and then the camera kind of lingers too long on this wrinkled old dude in the corner. You know exactly what kind of ride you’re strapped into. The game flips between a male protagonist you actually control a bit and these poor girls’ POV, and that works way better than it should. One second you’re the younger guy thinking with his dick, trying to sneak glances at jiggling tits and fat asses, next scene you’re basically watching an old, ugly biker bastard slowly sink his claws into the same girls. There’s a weird, nasty charm to how unromantic it is. No flowers, no bullshit, just groping in a changing room, a blowjob behind a bar counter, or a hand sliding up a smooth thigh while someone pretends they’re not getting wet from it. The animations help a lot; they’re rough, not Hollywood-level smooth, but the way the boobs bounce when he grabs them, the way the ass ripples when he fucks her from behind, it hits that dirty porn energy instead of “clean VN loop”.

I liked how the sex escalates. It doesn’t just throw you straight to full-on creampie in ten clicks. At first it’s teasing, light groping, some boob pressing under a bikini top that barely fits over those big tits. There’s this scene where the brunette is sitting on a bike, short shorts riding up, and the old bastard just plants his hand on her ass, fingers digging in, and she does that tiny flinch that says “don’t” and “keep going” at the same time. Then later you’re watching him get a lazy titfuck while she looks away, all ashamed, and you can actually feel that NTR sting if you were following her earlier scenes with the younger guy. Oral scenes are dirty too: spit strings, gagging, mascara a bit smudged, and when he finally shoves his cock in and finishes deep, the creampie is shown in detail, not some white blur. The game loves internal shots, which is great and also kind of overused, but I’m not complaining, except when they skip the cleanup and just fade to black. Who does that? Also, the crossover moments are unexpectedly fun, like suddenly seeing a blonde you recognize from another project show up and immediately get manhandled, her bikini pulled aside, ass up and getting pounded while she tries to act like she’s too classy for this. It’s male domination all over the place, a lot of power imbalance, old ugly man on young hot meat, interracial scenes where the contrast is played up hard, and that nice mix of blowjob, handjob, titfuck, vaginal stuff that keeps it from feeling samey, even if the game itself is kind of unapologetically trashy. In a good way. Or a very bad way, depending on what part of you is judging.

Vanessa thinks she’s just taking a comfy office job, talking about other people’s messy love lives while she sits in a nice chair with a clipboard. Then the elevator doors open, she sees her ex again, and her brain basically bluescreens. This is the woman who used to make her legs shake against a cheap mattress, now in a fancy suit, acting all professional, like she didn’t once make Vanessa come so hard she bit her own shoulder. And yeah, technically Vanessa is here as a “relationship psychologist,” but it takes about five minutes to realize the whole company is horny, lonely and way too hot to keep things strictly ethical. Every session turns into a test: listen like a good therapist, or slide a little closer, touch a little longer, let those “what if” thoughts drip into something real.

The vibe is slow burn at first, like a good office gossip chat that accidentally turns filthy. You sit across from a coworker with a ring on their finger and a dead bedroom at home, they talk about frustration, and your brain goes: “What if we just… fix that. Right here.” Some are soft and shy, fingers twisting their wedding band while their eyes keep dropping to Vanessa’s chest. Some are cocky, literally, with that futa coworker who can’t sit still in her chair because she’s hard as hell under the desk, trying to keep it “medical.” There’s this one scene that really stuck in my head: late evening, blinds half closed, the city lights outside, and Vanessa is kneeling between a client’s legs, pretending it’s still a session. She keeps asking calm questions with her mouth full, like “Does this help with your anxiety?” while spit and precum run down her chin, and the client can’t even answer, just grabbing her hair. It’s filthy and a little funny at the same time, like porn with a straight face that keeps slipping. Sometimes she starts the session with a notebook and ends it with her tits wrapped around someone’s shaft, trying to keep eye contact like it’s part of the therapy method. Other times it’s just her alone, past midnight, rubbing herself on her office chair after someone leaves, panties pushed aside, hand clamped over her mouth so no one in the hallway hears her moan her ex’s name instead of the client’s.

Half of the fun is how the “sandbox” stuff makes it feel like wandering in horny LinkedIn. You check your messages like you’re opening Slack, only instead of boring memos it’s a married woman hinting about “extra help” or a jealous coworker asking for a private talk in the break room. You poke around the building, pop into someone’s office, and next thing you’re sitting on their lap, their hands under your blouse while they confess their “emotional needs.” The teasing is constant: ass brushing against someone’s crotch in the copy room, a “friendly” hug turning into a hand sliding down the back of your skirt, a coworker dropping a file and making very sure you see her big tits when she bends to pick it up. Sometimes it’s gentle stuff like soft lesbian kissing in the storage room, thighs pressed together, fingers sneaking under a blouse. Sometimes it’s rougher: a client pinning Vanessa against her own door when she tries to keep it professional, grinding against her big ass until she finally gives up and opens her legs. The best part is how often the game lets you just sit in the tension, watching someone stare at her mouth while pretending to talk about their “communication issues” at home. One moment she’s giving calm advice, the next she’s stroking them off under the desk while they try to keep their voice level, swallowing moans between fake business words. And somewhere in the background, her ex is always there, watching, testing, flirting through half-truths, like the final boss of bad decisions. It feels messy, horny in a very “this is a terrible idea, keep going” way, and yeah, it made me hate my own boring non-horny office job a little bit more.

You roll into VAM City thinking it’s going to be normal college life, maybe cheap coffee and boring lectures, but the whole place feels like it was designed by a horny psychologist who hates your dignity. Classes are almost background noise here. The real “curriculum” happens in the hospital corridors, the park at night, that too-clean café where the waitresses smile a bit too long, and of course the campus itself where every professor and senior seems to know you’re easy to fluster. The game throws you in as this kind of clueless male protagonist who thinks it’s a simple dating sim, then suddenly you’re kneeling in a nurse’s office, trying to keep eye contact while she taps a clipboard against your cheek like you’re a misbehaving pet. There’s humor in how shameless it all is. One moment a girl with a ridiculous ass is leaning over a vending machine “by accident,” next moment you get caught staring and she offers you a deal: do a few humiliating “favors” and maybe she lets you get a closer look next time. Or not. She might just laugh with her friend about how red your face gets.

The whole thing is sandboxy enough that you kind of wander around VAM City, picking where to waste your time and dignity. You hang at the park pretending you’re out for fresh air, but the game knows you’re actually hoping that strict college girl shows up to walk her dog again so she can order you to pick up after it “since you like watching so much.” At the café you get stuck wiping tables while a busty barista leans down to “check your work,” her tits almost in your face while she insults your cleaning skills and your stamina in the same breath. There’s this breaking of your ego that is somehow playful and cruel at the same time. They joke, they humiliate, they make you pay coins you barely have just to buy them something stupid like a milkshake or a new collar for their cat, and you do it, because the promise of a short animation of her grinding on your lap or choking you with a forced blowjob is just barely enough to keep you chasing. Some scenes lean pretty hard into voyeur stuff too. You peek through a classroom door, thinking you’ll see something soft and romantic, but it’s actually a teacher punishing another guy, slapping his face, making him lick her heel while you watch and pray she doesn’t notice you. Later she does notice you, of course, in the hospital of all places, when you go for a “routine check,” and suddenly her exam feels more like an interrogation mixed with a dom session. There’s a weird charm in how unpolished the whole city feels, like everybody is improvising their fetishes on the spot. Sometimes it’s awkward, sometimes it’s hot as hell, sometimes you just end up standing in the wrong corridor thinking, “why am I being forced to wear a girl’s panties under my uniform just so I can join a study group?” but you still click yes and keep going, because VAM City doesn’t really ask for your pride, it just assumes it already owns it.

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.

Magic shows up, breaks the world, and somehow you still end up in a school full of hot girls with huge tits arguing about homework and ancient curses in the same breath. That’s kind of the vibe here. You’re Lux, the rare guy who is supposed to be able to use magic, but in practice you’re just this half-useless dude that everyone keeps poking and testing. The city is all neon and runes, like a Pinterest board where someone mixed “urban decay” with “mystic academia” and then spilled sex all over it. Women are the only ones allowed to actually throw spells around, so you’re walking through hallways full of smug witches in tight uniforms, swishing their skirts and swinging their big asses like they know exactly what you’re staring at. And they do. There’s this club, the Paranormal Events Club, tiny chaotic crew of girls who treat curses like side quests and your dick like a lab sample. One minute you’re chasing some creepy spirit in a locker room, the next you’ve got a monster girl pinning you against the tiles, dripping slime and whispering in your ear how “mana exchange” works in a very hands-on way.

What surprised me is how horny and serious it can feel in the same moment. You’re walking through the campus, girls gossiping, magic sigils glowing on vending machines, then boom, sudden scene where one of the P.E.C. girls drags you into an empty classroom to “test your compatibility.” She locks the door, climbs on your lap, grinding slow on you through your pants while the desks are still arranged for a normal lesson. Her tits are almost falling out of her top, she’s breathing hard, using some little spell so nobody hears her moaning your name when you finally slide inside her. Animated thrusts, her ass bouncing in your face when she turns around on the desk, nails digging into the wood, chalk dust on her thighs. It feels messy and hot, not like those stiff pose galleries. Then next scene she’s pretending nothing happened, just talking about some ancient library called Akasha, asking you what you think, like she didn’t have your cum running down her legs ten minutes ago. The adventure stuff sneaks up on you too. One mission in the city sewers, chasing a curse that warped into this busty, feral monster girl with glowing eyes. She slams you against the tunnel wall and rides you like she’s trying to break a spell with her hips, water splashing, her tail curling around your leg while she milks you dry. It’s sexy as fuck, but also kind of sad when you realize she used to be just a regular girl before magic ruined her. Then the game goes back to dumb school drama and you’re thinking about her way longer than you expect. I kept getting distracted, wanting to screenshot little details on my phone like I do when I’m building moodboards in Canva, saving outfits, locker scribbles, stupid magical posters, instead of just rushing to the next sex scene. Honestly though, the fast travel annoyed me for a bit and one of the menus feels like it was designed at 4 in the morning and never touched again. I hated it, then I got used to it, then I hated it again. The whole thing has that rough, not fully polished feel, like everyone’s still figuring shit out, including Lux, including the girls, including the city itself. Which kind of fits, because the sex is exactly like that too: clumsy, intense, strangely human, sometimes too much, sometimes not enough, but very hard to stop watching. **Dare to play it alone, or invite company?**

Vacation in this thing feels like someone put a porn game and a lazy Sunday detective show in a blender, forgot the lid, and just let it splatter everywhere. You’re this burned out cop finally getting time off, expecting beaches and cocktails, and what you get is a storm, a creaky old house, and a small collection of women who, basically, have zero respect for personal space. The game doesn’t rush the sex right away, which I liked way more than I expected. First you’re just walking around, stuck inside because of the rain, checking rooms, bumping into half-dressed milfs and girls who treat clothing like a suggestion. At first it’s just teasing. A towel slipping when she thinks nobody’s watching, a shower door not properly closed, a laptop on the bed playing porn while she’s “not touching herself” at all. Sure.

The sandbox part is actually pretty chill. You click around the house, watch how the day moves, and slowly figure out everyone’s little secret. There’s this one scene where you accidentally walk past an open door and catch her on the couch, legs wide, vibrator buzzing like crazy, and she still acts offended that you didn’t knock. I laughed out loud. Then I reloaded to watch it again, because, yeah. Voyeur stuff is everywhere. You can stand there like a creep, peeking at them masturbating, or you can act polite and then end up with her on her knees anyway, pretending she’s “just helping you relax” with her mouth. The animations are surprisingly expressive in those moments, you see the body move, tits bouncing while she rides you, or her ass grinding down on your lap until your cum fills her and she looks pleased with herself, like she solved a puzzle. I had one run where I tried to avoid creampies and it lasted like 10 minutes before the game threw a “whoops, slipped inside” kind of scene at me and I just gave up.

What really caught me is the pacing, though. It’s not just click boob, get reward. Sometimes you do a little favor, chat during breakfast, hear some half-serious backstory, then later that same woman is pushing your head between her legs on the balcony, clearly enjoying the risk of someone down the street maybe seeing something. The humor is low-key stupid, in a good way. There’s a part where you’re supposed to “investigate” something, because yeah, detective instincts, but it turns into you stuck in a closet watching two of them make out on the bed and eventually go from kissing to full-on pussy eating while you try not to breathe too loud. It’s kinda hot and kinda funny, because you’re supposed to be a professional and instead you’re hiding like a horny teenager. I wish the UI didn’t make me misclick so often on the damn stairs but whatever, I still kept going back to certain events, like the shower blowjob where water runs over her big tits while she looks up at you, or the quiet night where she sneaks into your room, pulls your pants down silently and strokes you under the blanket, whispering that the others might hear you if you moan too loud. I opened this in Chrome on my phone once, saying I’ll just check one scene, and suddenly I’m sitting there, screen brightness low, following some stupid little side route just because I wanted to see if she’d use that toy on herself or on me. She used it on herself, by the way, and made such a mess on the sheets that I actually laughed, thinking whoever owns that house is never getting that deposit back.

Cold city, warm bodies, messy feelings. That’s kind of the vibe here. You’ve got this guy who had his whole world ripped apart, parents straight up slaughtered in a way that makes you go “ok, that’s fucked,” and then the game throws him into this snowy Christmas setup where the lights are pretty, the music is cozy, and everyone’s either horny, suspicious, or both. It feels wrong and right at the same time. One minute you’re walking through streets with holiday decorations, talking about trauma and revenge, next minute you’re in a cramped bedroom with a woman twice your age sitting way too close, her tits basically spilling out of her sweater while she pretends she just wants to “comfort” you. Sure, lady. Totally about feelings.

What I liked is how the romance and the sex don’t feel like two different games glued together. You flirt, you joke, you pick answers that feel stupidly small, and then suddenly she’s pushing you down on the couch, sliding her hand under your jeans like it was inevitable. There was this one scene where you’re alone with a stacked MILF who’s been low-key teasing you since the start. She puts on this fake innocent act, complains she’s “so cold,” then grabs your hand and presses it right between her thighs through thin leggings. You can see the outline, you feel the heat, and she just looks at you like “go on, be a man.” When she finally wraps her fingers around your dick, moving slow at first, all while talking in that soft voice about how “you’ve suffered so much,” it’s perverted comfort porn and honestly it hits. Then later she’s riding you, big ass bouncing, tits smacking together, moaning your name while you’re buried deep inside her, and the game doesn’t shy away from the creampie. It shows everything. Thick, dripping, raw. No fade to black.

Not everything is cozy and porn-y though. Some of the girls are trouble. There’s this darker part where you’re dealing with prostitution in the back streets, snow turning dirty, neon lights flickering, and the girls there aren’t just cute NPCs. One of them, with darker skin and a ridiculous ass, starts out all business, talking price, acting tough. Then you push a bit, show you actually give a damn, and her walls come down in this awkward way that feels more real than it should in a porn game. First encounter with her is pure filthy: on her knees in some shitty room, sucking you slow, drool on your shaft, her lips shining while she keeps eye contact like she’s trying to own you. Later sex with her hits different, more intimate, but still rough enough that your hips are slamming into her from behind, her ass shaking while you grip her hair and she begs you not to pull out. Of course you ignore that. Of course the game zooms in when you cum inside.

The dialog can be weird. Sometimes it feels like the characters are actually talking, with little jokes and awkward pauses that make sense, and other times it slips into this super edgy detective tone that feels like it came from a different game. I kind of liked that. Or I hated it. Not sure. The love scenes are where it actually shines though. Oral isn’t just a quick animation, it lingers: tongue on the tip, slow strokes with the hand, that moment where she pulls off just to let a string of spit hang before going back down. Even small teasing moments work, like a girl sitting on your lap in a cafe, secretly grinding on you while you’re trying to pretend you’re listening to her talk about Christmas plans. Your choices do matter enough that you feel like you’re steering the romance, not just clicking “next sex scene pls.” And yeah, there’s violence that hits harder than you expect, mixed right into all that holiday romance, which is kind of fucked up and kind of what makes it stick in your head after you close the tab. It shouldn’t work with the cute lights and Xmas vibes, but somehow it does, like dirty thoughts during family dinner you absolutely shouldn’t be having.

This one feels like somebody took a nature documentary, a porn comic and a weird therapy session, shook them in a dirty blender and hit “on” without thinking. You play this feral guy, mid‑20s, body built like he wrestles trees for fun, brain basically still on “wolf mode”. No phone, no TikTok, no porn history, nothing. First real human contact in his whole life and of course it has to be two thick, scared, half‑frozen girls with asses so huge they deserve their own zip code. The game doesn’t try to hide what it wants: you’re here to watch a wild animal in a human body sniff, stare and slowly learn the difference between “prey” and “I want to grab that ass and never let go”.

What actually works is how the scenes drag you from “wtf is happening” straight into horny in like two clicks. One moment he’s confused by a bra strap. Next moment he’s pulling it aside just to see what happens, like a kid with a new toy, except the toy is warm, shaking and has massive tits bouncing in his face. The 3D models go hard on curves: wide hips, soft belly, stretch marks, thighs that could crush a skull. When they animate those slow grinding shots, you feel the weight, the jiggle, the sweat. It’s not that plastic pornstar shape, more like “yeah this girl actually eats and walks”. The sister with the bigger ass steals every scene for me. There’s this moment when she’s pretending to be all tough and in control, talking down to him like he’s some dog, and then he pins her against a tree and you see her expression just crack. Pride gone. Breathing all shaky. Legs opening anyway. That shit hits.

The “visual novel” part is where your choices poke at his brain and hers at the same time. You can keep him more like a loyal beast that wants to protect his “pack”, or push him into darker, possessive territory where he treats them like captured mates he needs to train. They try to survive in those woods, but half the “survival” just becomes excuses to get more skin on screen: sharing body heat in a tiny tent, cleaning mud off her thighs at the river, letting him “help” when she twists her ankle and suddenly needs to ride his lap. Some dialog feels clunky as hell, like Google Translate had a stroke, and there are scenes where the pacing dies for no reason right when you’re fully hard, but then a new animated loop starts, her ass bouncing in low light, and your brain forgets you were annoyed. I wish they did more with his first time though, that virgin confusion could be way more intense, but whatever, the game clearly wants you to fuck the world into shape, not sit around overthinking. It’s messy, horny, sometimes awkward, sometimes weirdly hot in a raw way, like watching a beast figure out that “taming” can go both directions.