Shawn’s story feels like watching that nerdy guy from the phone shop finally snap and decide “ok, I want pussy and romance, not just anime and cable management.” You start as this awkward clerk who spends more time staring at big asses and big tits than actually selling shit, and slowly you figure out how to turn all that hopelessness into actual dates, groping, and a messy harem situation if you want. It’s a point and click thing, mostly, but wrapped like a mobile game where you’re always checking stats, schedules, moods, messages, and thinking “ok, who do I text for a blowjob tonight and who do I take to the park so she doesn’t hate me.” It feels a bit like Tinder combined with doing chores. Sexy chores with footjobs and titfucks at the end if you play it right.

The three main women all poke at you in different ways. Palla is this lazy moocher roommate who walks around the apartment half dressed, constantly teasing, like she knows exactly how hard your dick is when she bends over the couch. First time I got to grope her “by accident,” in the kitchen, I actually had to put the phone down for a second. She complains, pretends to be offended, but you see the romance flags going up and suddenly you’re on the bed with her giving you oral, and you’re like, yeah ok, that escalated fast. Audrey is the one who roasts you non-stop, the kind of girl that calls you a nerd in public, then lets you finger her in the cinema if you picked the right dialogue two days before. I had one scene where I messed up a choice and she just walked away, no sex, nothing, and I had to grind work again like a clown just to afford a stupid gift to fix things. Amy is even worse. Co-worker who treats you like trash, and when you finally flip the script, you can go sweet romance or full scumbag. My first run I tried to be nice, gave her presents, asked her out to cute dating spots. Second run I just went horny goblin and rushed for a bathroom blowjob at the store. Both paths feel wrong and fun in different ways.

The sandbox structure is where shit gets interesting and also a bit annoying. You wander around different locations, click stuff, run into random events, try to keep everyone happy without blowing your cover. One day you’re having tender vaginal sex with one girl on a date after building up affection, the next day you accidentally line up a booty call with another and suddenly your whole “faithful guy” image is dead. I liked how you can be a sweet romantic nerd who sends flirty texts and brings flowers, or a manipulative seducer stacking a harem where everyone is sharing your dick, or at least pretending not to care. Sometimes it feels like you’re juggling too much. Money, clothes, phones, schedules, affection, lust, jealousy. I got lost once just trying to remember who liked which gift on which day, cursed at the screen, then kept going anyway because I wanted to see that one scene where she sits on your face after a long teasing build-up. That’s the thing here. You end up doing little boring actions for the chance of a hot event where you get a footjob on the couch, or she wraps her massive tits around your shaft and you forget all the min-maxing for a minute. It’s messy, horny, sometimes romantic, sometimes just straight up scummy, and it feels exactly like a nerd’s brain trying to manage porn fantasies and actual relationships at the same time.

Euryale’s Gambit feels like someone took a horny myth nerd, a violent RPG fan, and that one friend obsessed with big asses, locked them in a Discord call, and told them “make a time travel porn game, no filters.” You play as Euryale, a smug little demon with huge tits and bigger attitude, dropped into 19th century drama where everyone is either bleeding, moaning, or both. The story pretends it’s about saving the future from some terrible fate, but let’s be honest, half the time you’re “saving the timeline” by shoving her face between thighs or letting her ride people until the screen is basically just skin, sweat, and some honestly ridiculous squirting effects that look like someone got a bit too excited with the particle settings. One minute you’re in a serious scene talking about destiny and ancient curses and all that, next minute you’re pinning some poor girl to a dusty couch and Euryale is grinding on her face like she’s trying to kill her with pussy. It’s chaos, but in that fun, trashy way where you keep saying “ok last scene” and then stay for five more.

What actually surprised me is how much the fighting bits and the lewd stuff like to bleed into each other. You’ll be in an RPG-style encounter, thinking it’s just stats and skills, then win, and the “reward” is Euryale basically turning the battlefield into a sex dungeon. One of the fights I had ended with the enemy on their knees, Euryale grabbing their hair, forcing deep oral until she’s moaning right into the AI voice mic, and after that she just flips around, sits on their face, and the camera goes low so all you see is her big ass smothering them while their hands are twitching. The group scenes get wild too. There’s one where it’s basically a demon myth orgy in some candlelit temple, bodies everywhere, and you end up juggling between ramming into someone from behind while Euryale rides another girl’s mouth in front of you, tits bouncing in this exaggerated 3D way that makes zero physical sense, but your brain is like “yeah ok sure I buy this.” The harem vibe creeps up slowly, first it’s one girl, then another, then family drama shows up with that “we probably shouldn’t” incest energy and suddenly Euryale’s got this little circle of lovers who all kinda want to fuck each other too. The lesbian stuff is honestly the best part, especially when she completely dominates some prim, 19th century lady, sits on her face, and doesn’t let up until she’s shaking and squirting all over her chin while the AI voice actress moans like her mic is right in her throat. The violence hits hard, then the sex hits harder, and the whole thing feels like a fever dream made by someone who likes mythology, porn, and making you feel just a tiny bit dirty for enjoying all of it this much.

The heat sits on that tiny apartment like a wet towel you can’t shake off. It sticks to skin, to clothes, to Rei’s thin tank top when she bends over the sink, pretending she doesn’t feel your eyes on her ass. She’s supposed to be “aunt,” or “family friend,” or whatever label makes it less fucked up that every time she passes in the hallway your cock twitches. She moves slow, tired housewife kind of slow, but every curve on her body screams she knows exactly what she’s doing. Soft big tits that fight against cheap fabric, hips that fill the doorway, that slightly sad smile of a woman who’s been lonely way too long and pretends she’s okay with it. Except she isn’t. Not really.

Then the old man shows up. Claims to be your grandfather. Smells like cigarettes and sweat and something rotten. Sets his suitcase down like he just decided this is his house now. You want to laugh, but Rei’s face drains of color and Sora’s eyes narrow like a cat that spots a mouse. She’s the daughter, sharp tongue and short shorts, always with a game console in hand, pretending she doesn’t notice how her mom starts flinching whenever the old bastard “accidentally” brushes against her. You watch from the crack in your door as he starts touching Rei longer than needed, his wrinkled fingers on her waist, on her ass, talking about “helping with stress.” At first she stiffens, then she forces a smile, then she starts making excuses to be alone with him. For “adult talk.” You know that tone. Corruption doesn’t happen in one big step; it happens cup of tea by cup of tea, “thank you” by “it’s fine, just this once.”

The fucked up part is how the game lets you poke at this situation, not like a hero, but like a horny parasite. You’re not stopping anything. You’re deciding how much you want to see. You can sneak to the bathroom door and hear Rei choking on something that is not a cough. The wet noise of forced oral turning into desperate, hungry sucking, where her gagging shifts into little muffled moans she would never admit are real. Or you stay “loyal” and still end up spying through keyholes while she rides that old bastard, her big ass bouncing on his lap, tears in her eyes but her pussy creaming around him like it belongs there. Sometimes she resists and then folds, sometimes she looks like she’s almost enjoying the rough grip on her hair, the way he talks to her like property. Sometimes you even get pulled in, not as savior but as another man claiming a piece of her, sliding into her raw and leaving your cum deep inside, while her womb already full of someone else’s seed. Interracial mix of bodies and age and power, all wrapped in that cramped apartment where walls are thin and secrets thinner.

Sora’s the little devil in the corner, seeing everything, pretending she doesn’t care. She catches you peeking once, smirks, and the next time she “borrows” the old man’s wallet she demands he plays along. Trading games is not about consoles anymore. She comes back to your room with flushed cheeks and messed hair, chewing on gum that wasn’t hers before, and throws a wrapped bill on your bed like a joke. She teases you, spreads her legs just a bit too far when she sits on your chair, talks about how “grandpa” is disgusting while her eyes sparkle with something way darker. If you push, she might open those legs more, might ask what you’d pay for a peek, or for a taste, or for the chance to paint her face white while her mom moans in the next room on someone else’s cock. This whole summer turns into a slow, sweaty spiral where ownership is just a word men use when they shove their dick somewhere and leave it dripping. Who gets Rei in the end, who marks her womb, who Sora decides to toy with, who really controls the house… that all comes down to the tiny choices you click while your hand is already around your shaft, trying to decide if you want to feel guilty or just enjoy watching everything good rot from inside.

You show up in this new town with one bag, no real plan, and parents who basically dumped you on your dad’s coworker and fucked off to chase promotions. The house you land in is way too nice for some “temporary stay”. Big quiet place, smells like coffee and perfume in the morning, and the woman greeting you at the door is exactly the kind of older neighbor porn sites have been shoving in your face since high school. She’s polite, sweet, talks like she’s worried you’ll be bored, but every time she turns around those ridiculous tits are fighting for their life inside her shirt and you already know “bored” is not on the menu.

The art looks like someone grew up on old Sunday morning anime and then got horny and never recovered. It’s not perfect on the technical side, you’ll see some weird fingers here, a slightly cursed expression there, but the faces have this smug, “I know what I’m doing to you” vibe that hits harder than super polished trash. Her body is crazy: wide hips, huge ass hugging tight skirts, breasts that stretch fabric so much you kinda expect a wardrobe malfunction each scene. When she leans over the table to serve you breakfast, boobs pressed on the edge, smiling like nothing is happening, it feels almost more indecent than when she’s straight up pumping your cock with oil and giving that lazy half-lidded look. One route had her casually wiping your “mess” off her boobs with a dish towel, complaining about laundry while her cleavage is covered in cum. That moment stuck in my head way more than the big money shots. I did wish there was more build-up to some scenes, but whatever, my dick didn’t protest.

They clearly had fun with the parody angle too. There are these little nods to that blue robot cat series that obviously lawyers would hate. A familiar pocket gadget shows up as some totally-not-copyrighted toy that “helps with stress relief”, which ends up as a stupid excuse for her to test how much your cock can handle. At one point she uses a “future massage device” that looks suspiciously like something out of that show, but now it vibrates against her tits while she traps your shaft between them and pretends it’s all some accidental test. The game doesn’t overexplain it, it just drops the reference and moves on, like “yeah, we know you watched the wrong stuff at 12.” Half the time I was chuckling, half the time I was trying not to nut too fast while she’s sitting on your lap, grinding that fat ass slowly, whispering how lonely she’s been since her own kid moved out. The only thing that annoyed me was the text box sometimes covering the good parts and making me click back and forth, but I kept forgetting to adjust it because, well, huge animated tits bouncing in a slow titfuck will do that to a brain.

Whole thing starts with you thinking this is just another horny space VN with a hot older woman and some fake tension, then suddenly you realize you actually care if this milf is mad at you or not while you’re also lowkey trying to see her naked. You’re the "bad influence gamer kid" stuck on an empty alien ship with your best friend’s mom, Elena, who has huge tits, a perfect ass, and that permanent "I am disappointed in you" face that somehow just makes you harder. She’s blaming you for everything, talks to you like you’re a dumb kid, but she’s also trapped with you, in corridors that feel way too quiet, with weird alien tech humming in the background. And every time you pick a choice you feel like you’re poking a sleeping lioness, like, am I gonna get a cold glare or am I gonna get her breathing a bit heavier and pretending she isn’t turned on.

What I liked most is how the horny stuff doesn’t drop on you instantly. You have those moments where she’s pacing in the control room in this tight outfit that is absolutely not regulation, arguing about power, oxygen, food, and you’re half paying attention because the camera angle is just locked on her curves and you’re like "ok, sure, survival, but ma’am, your tits are actually in my face right now." At one point you find this alien artifact, very glowy, very "I probably shouldn’t touch that" and of course you touch it. After that, things start to get weird in the good way. She leans over a console to look at some alien script and suddenly you feel this pull, like the artifact is nudging you to imagine her on her knees. You pick the teasing dialogue option, she snaps at you, but you can see the tiny blush in her cheeks, and then she turns away, ass swaying just a little too much to be an accident. Or maybe I imagined it. No idea. Don’t care.

The actual sex stuff, when it starts happening, doesn’t feel like some random porn scene slapped in. You remember that moment in the dark engine bay, when she’s shaking a bit, trying to act tough, and you choose to calm her down instead of making a joke. That choice echoes later when she’s the one slowly unzipping your suit in the captain’s cabin, eyes locked on yours, muttering something about "needing human contact" with zero irony. Oral scenes hit harder because she still has that older-woman authority vibe even when she’s on her knees, like she’s in control of how desperate you get. The teasing is brutal in a good way; she’ll pull back, wipe the spit, give you that smug look like "you wanted this, didn’t you?" and you just sit there like a clown clicking through dialogue. Sometimes the pacing makes no sense, like one minute we’re talking serious alien technology and possible mind control, next minute her boobs are basically a physics experiment on my screen, but honestly that chaos kinda fits. There’s a tiny UI sound on one of the choice menus that drove me nuts and I’ll complain about it forever, but I still kept mashing through for the next scene where Elena pretends this is all about survival while she’s clearly enjoying having you wrapped around her finger in every possible way.

Brother comes back home after vanishing for years and the game just throws you into that weird mix of “family reunion” and “what the hell actually happened”. It starts pretty normal: school days, awkward small talk, sister trying to act cool but clearly obsessed that her missing brother is finally back. She waited nine years, she’s not sane, let’s be real. At first it feels like standard romance VN with a bit of teasing, some tits bouncing in your face every other click, that classic “I’m your sister but I look like a hentai search result” thing. Her ass is huge, her chest is huge, her emotional issues are somehow even bigger. The game really leans into that contrast: cute everyday stuff at school, then you go home and there’s this constant tension, like everyone is lying and only the MC is too horny and confused to notice.

The interesting part is how the erotic scenes are tied to progression. You don’t just click through to unlock CGs, you poke into the wrong room, ask the wrong question, check a phone you shouldn’t, and suddenly the sister’s route heats up because you showed “concern”. Affection feels like a stat, but it isn’t just “do nice things, get boobs”; sometimes the right choice is actually rude, suspicious, almost cruel. I liked that you can be a bit of a shit and the game still rewards you. One moment you’re in a sweet, almost wholesome scene, touching her carefully, she’s trembling because she’s still technically a virgin and doesn’t even understand her own arousal. Next moment it cuts back to some brutal flashback with blood on the pavement, and people yelling, and your dick has to just sit there and deal with unresolved trauma. It’s kind of funny and fucked up at the same time. Pornhub tab energy but with guilt.

There’s actual investigation stuff too. You go around, ask classmates weird questions, dig through old reports, follow shady hints at night. Sometimes you’re chasing ghosts, sometimes it feels like a straight crime story, like someone in the family did something really bad and covered it with this whole paranormal angle. The game likes to mess with you: you’ll be in the middle of a clue chain and suddenly you’re in a softcore scene with your stacked sister pressed against you in the hallway, her ass grinding your crotch while she whispers about how scared she is of losing you again. It should kill the tension, but it kind of doesn’t. Or maybe it does and I just didn’t care because her tits were right there. The MC is that usual clueless male protagonist, virgin brain but thrown into a house full of secrets, and sometimes he acts sharp and suspicious, then in the next scene he forgets everything because she bends over in a short skirt. The mix of horror, crime, and incest-flavored romance is messy, not subtle at all, and honestly that’s why it sticks in your head more than it probably deserves to.

Game hits you right away with that “back home from college, everything’s familiar but completely fucked up now” vibe. You’re the same guy, but your old place is not the same, and mostly it’s because every woman around you decided to grow curves like it’s a competition. The first time you walk through the door, the camera just lingers a bit too long on your tenant bending over the coffee table, and it’s not subtle at all. Big tits hanging in that tight top, ass hugged by leggings, her pretending she doesn’t know exactly what she’s doing. The game loves that kind of awkward, horny silence. You click through simple dialogue, nothing fancy, but the timing of the shots does the heavy lifting. You’re just standing there, sharing small talk, while her nipples are basically screaming through the fabric and you’re trying not to stare. Of course you stare.

The whole thing plays like a slow burn that keeps forgetting it’s supposed to be slow. One moment you’re just getting back into the house routine, your “roommate” acting like it’s totally normal to walk around in a towel she’s clearly outgrown, dropping hints and teasing. Next scene, you catch her in the hallway late at night, playing with herself with the door half open like she wants you to see. That voyeur flavor is strong. Camera peeking from the doorway, her hand between her thighs, tits bouncing in these short, looping animations that repeat just long enough to make you feel like a creep for watching and still not clicking ahead. She moans your name way earlier in the story than it should make sense, but it still hits. And in the middle of that, the game throws in those cheap little mobile popups for choices, like you’re answering a WhatsApp message instead of deciding if you walk away or walk in. Of course you don’t walk away. Nobody does.

There’s this one scene on the balcony that kinda sums the whole game up. Tenant in a too-tight dress, city lights behind her, pretending she’s just enjoying the fresh air while leaning forward against the railing, ass sticking out like a porn thumbnail. She starts talking about how she never really moved on while you were gone, how business kept her busy and all that, but the shot just slowly sinks to her cleavage and stays there. Her dress rides up with every small movement and you can see she didn’t bother with panties. She knows you’re looking, and the dialogue lets you play innocent or openly filthy. If you push it, she “accidentally” drops something, bends all the way down, and the animation of you stepping in close behind her is smooth enough that it feels more intimate than it has any right to on a phone screen. Oral gets worked in pretty naturally too, like when she kneels to “help you relax after a stressful day” and keeps eye contact the whole time, spit shining your cock while her huge tits press together and jiggle with every slow stroke. It’s crude and a bit trashy and somehow that’s exactly why it works. By the time your roommate is walking around braless at breakfast, nipples poking through that thin shirt like she forgot what modesty even means, the line between family, tenant, roommate, all that, is just gone. It becomes one long, horny fantasy about coming home and every woman in the house secretly wanting you, watching you, touching themselves because of you, and half the fun is pretending you’re shocked when the next boundary gets crossed.

Grand Butt-Sex Hotel feels like the kind of game teenage me always dreamed about finding on some shady Flash site, except now it actually runs smooth on my phone and doesn’t crash when the good part starts. You play this kinda hapless dude who walks into this fancy hotel thinking “oh cool, job, money, normal life maybe” and instead you get thrown into a place where the managers and guests are mostly tall smug futa ladies with thick thighs, huge tits and way too much money, who look at you like you’re a walking stress toy. The whole vibe is luxury mixed with porn parody, like someone mashed a five-star resort with one of those cursed hentai doujins you pretend you “found by accident”. You’re basically staff and chew-toy at the same time. One second you’re talking politely at the front desk, the next a classy futa businesswoman is pushing you against the counter and making you suck her cock while the elevator dings in the background. The game treats that as completely normal, which is honestly kinda funny and hot at same time.

What really hit my nostalgia brain is how the humor and horny stuff are glued together. The dialogue is full of dumb jokes, weird “rich people fetish” lines, and that slightly awkward English that somehow makes the dirty talk work better. There’s this scene where a petite “trap” guest shows up looking cute and shy, then calmly pulls out a suitcase full of toys and asks if you’re “hotel-certified” for anal service, like it’s spa menu item. You get the dating sim vibe, picking how polite or thirsty your responses are, and it actually changes how hard they ride you later. One futa with a giant ass teases you for being “vanilla” if you only go for oral, then drags you to her room, bends you over the bed and you feel like you’re signing a contract with your asshole. Some of the animations are nicely timed with the moans, especially the oral shots where your head is bobbing and her balls tap your chin, but then sometimes a loop will reset at a weird moment and my brain just goes “why did her hips teleport”. And the loading between scenes on mobile Chrome lagged right during a blowjob payoff, which annoyed me more than it should, but I still kept playing, because of course I did.

The hotel setting lets them throw in all kinds of guests: tall dark-skinned futa with big tits who treats you like a room amenity, some smug white CEO type who wants you on your knees under the table during “business calls”, a nerdy girl with glasses who secretly has the thickest cock and uses a vibrating toy in your ass while she scrolls on her phone, barely looking at you. There are races mixed, body types, a lot of big asses pressing you into fancy sheets. Sometimes the female domination goes pretty hard, like humiliating dirty talk while they make you lick their shaft clean after anal, and other times it’s oddly sweet, like a futa patting your head after using you and tipping you like a good bellboy. It’s funny, because the game pretends to be this outrageous fetish buffet, but the thing that stuck with me most was one quiet moment in a hallway, where you’re exhausted, cum probably still dripping somewhere, and a guest just smirks, adjusts her bulge, and tells you she booked you for “wake-up service” tomorrow. That tiny little line hit way harder in my head than half the loud scenes. Also, the hotel lobby music slaps in the weirdest way. I caught myself humming it while opening TikTok, which is completely wrong for this kind of game and now my brain is cursed forever.

Revenge stories in porn games usually feel like some edgy teenager’s wet dream, but this one actually leans into the petty, ugly side of it instead of pretending it’s some noble crusade. You play a guy who’s been fucked over in the past and never really got over it, stuck in this school environment where everyone pretends to be mature and romantic while doing the same toxic shit all over again. The game doesn’t rush to the sex, it sort of lets the tension rot first. You watch the MILF teacher with the perfect fake smile lean over your desk, tits almost falling out of her blouse, talking about discipline while you both know neither of you is thinking about grades. Then you have the teasing from girls who used to treat you like a nobody, now suddenly flirting, leaning in too close, “accidentally” brushing your cock, acting like they didn’t help break you back then. It all feels a bit too real sometimes, in a cheap way, like reading old chat logs you wish you deleted.

Since it’s a kinetic novel, you’re basically locked on rails, which I actually liked here. There’s no pretending your “choices matter” when they don’t. You just let the story drag you through this messy mix of resentment and lust. One moment you’re getting a slow, almost mocking titfuck from a big tits classmate who once laughed at you, watching her push her slick boobs together while she smirks like she still owns you, and the next moment you’re buried in someone’s big ass, pounding her hard because the game wants you to believe that fucking equals payback. It doesn’t, obviously, but that tension makes it hotter. The oral scenes are written like power plays instead of love scenes. You feel that in the way some woman drops to her knees, keeps eye contact the whole time, tongue working you over while she half insults you. It’s not sweet, it’s not “making love,” it’s closer to mutual blackmail with orgasms. The romance tag is almost funny, because yeah, there are tender lines and soft lights and those cliché “I always cared about you” confessions, but it’s all happening over the wreckage of what they did before. You get a creampie scene where you finally finish inside a woman who used to treat you like you were beneath her, and it should feel like a victory. Instead it feels messy, like both of you lost something and are pretending you won.

The female domination streak is not full hardcore mistress stuff, more like psychological choking. You get these women who know exactly what they’re doing, guiding the male protagonist by his dick and his grudges. They tease him, drag out the handjobs, sit on his lap with that slow grind that leaves him shaking, give him just enough pleasure so he keeps chasing, keeps dancing to their rhythm. Sometimes they flip it and act soft, almost apologetic, during vaginal sex scenes, riding him slowly, touching his face, whispering all the nice romantic words you wish someone said to you years ago. Then the next scene, they’re cold again, or using him, or reminding him who had the power all along. It’s twisted, but it matches how people actually behave when they mix revenge and romance: they say “I love you” with a knife behind their back. The 3dcg bodies are exaggerated in all the expected ways, huge tits bouncing while she rides you, big ass slapping against your hips when you go rough, but the expressions sell more than the flesh. A smirk at the wrong moment can make a blowjob feel like humiliation instead of comfort. A tiny eye-roll during a kiss can ruin the illusion of romance the script tries to build. That fits the whole mood: sex is hot, yeah, but it never really fixes the past, it just makes it easier to lie about how much it still hurts.