Forbidden Thoughts starts in that boring slice of life zone where nothing really happens, which is exactly why it hits so hard when things start to slip. You’re just this regular guy, bit awkward, still a virgin, walking around the house and the neighborhood, pretending everything is normal while your brain is quietly getting filthier every day. It begins with these small scenes: brushing past her in the hallway and feeling the weight of her tits against your arm for half a second, or trying not to stare when she bends over the couch and that huge ass fills the whole screen. She talks about groceries or work or something totally harmless, and you’re there, only catching half the words because your eyes are stuck on how her top is just a little too tight. The game really likes those slow burns, the groping that isn’t fully “on purpose” yet clearly not an accident, the way your hand lingers when you pass her the remote, the tension when your fingers touch and nobody pulls away fast enough. It’s horny, but it tries to pretend it isn’t, and that part is honestly hotter than most “let’s fuck now” games.

What I enjoyed the most is how much it trusts you to read the looks and the pauses instead of shouting everything in your face. There’s this scene on the balcony at night, she’s in this simple top with no bra, nipples showing through in the cold air, talking about how “people misjudge her” and all you can think is how badly you want to put your hands on those big tits and see just how soft they are. The dialogue keeps circling around safe topics, but the camera and the choices are anything but safe. You can stare at her chest, or pretend to be respectful, or go for a “casual” touch on her lower back that obviously dips too low. Sometimes she catches you looking and you get that tiny smirk, like she knows exactly what you’re doing and lets you drown in your own dirty thoughts. Sometimes she reacts colder and you feel like a creep, which I kind of liked because it makes the later teasing and exhibitionism feel earned, not automatic. The 3dcg models help here: her curves look heavy, like if you grab her ass it will actually fill your whole hand, not just look big from one angle. One thing that annoyed me though, her phone notification sound is weirdly loud in one early scene and now my brain associates that exact “ping” with having to hide my own hard-on. They never fix that.

The escalation is where the game really starts to twist the knife. Once those “accidental” brushes turn into open teasing, it goes from romantic tension to outright sexual torture in a good way. She’ll stretch in front of you, tits bouncing, asking innocent questions while her shirt rides up and you see the bottom of her breasts, no bra anywhere, and you get choices like “help her adjust her clothes” or “pretend not to notice” when obviously both options just mean more skin, more contact, more frustration. There’s a bathroom scene where you walk in while she’s half dressed, steam on the mirror, droplets on her skin, and she doesn’t cover herself properly, just sort of turns slightly and lets you see the side of her breast and that full, thick ass. You can back out or stay, and if you stay, the game leans hard into masturbation and voyeur stuff, with you jerking off later to the memory of that exact angle, the curve of her hip, the way the towel barely covers her. It’s not just porn, it’s that feeling of “I shouldn’t be doing this” mixed with “I can’t stop” that makes the whole thing feel nasty in the best way. I wish some of the romance lines were less corny, because sometimes the MC suddenly talks like a poet and it doesn’t match his horny-idiot energy at all, but then the next scene he’s back to being nervous, trying not to cum in his pants when she sits on his lap and pretends it’s nothing. The game never fully lets you forget that you’re the inexperienced guy in over his head, staring at a milf with big tits and a bigger ass, and every choice is basically: do you stay a good boy, or do you finally give in to those forbidden thoughts you’ve been pretending not to have.

Charlie thinks he is just going to one of those boring business dinners with his dad, the kind where old guys talk about stocks and golf, and you just sit there trying not to fall asleep while scrolling TikTok under the table. Instead he walks straight into a slow motion car crash for his whole family, and the game makes you watch every second of it, like one of those trainwreck Reddit threads where you tell yourself “ok last post” and then suddenly you are fifty comments deep. The new partner, Marcus, walks in like he owns the restaurant, and pretty fast it feels like he owns the dad, the mom, the house, even the damn air in the living room. His son Tyler is there too, cocky as fuck, smiling at Charlie’s twin sister like he already fucked her in his head three times before dessert. Nothing crazy happens at first, it is all polite smiles and firm handshakes and “so proud of you, son”, but the camera keeps lingering on Skylar’s eyes a little too long when she looks at Marcus, and you just know that this shit is not going to stay wholesome for long. That is the fun part, by the way, it never jumps straight into the porn, it lets the tension sit there, like when you are in a crowded subway and you feel somebody standing a bit too close behind you and you are not sure if it is an accident or not.

Later, when they all start visiting each other more, the vibe in the house changes. Skylar in her elegant dresses that try to be modest but cling to her ass anyway, pouring wine for Marcus, laughing at his jokes, leaning forward so you see her tits almost spill out. She is pushing 40, but the game shows her like she is at that perfect age where she knows exactly what her body does to men and also hates herself a little for enjoying it. There is one scene where Charlie comes home and finds her in the kitchen, hair a bit messy, lipstick slightly smudged, dress hitched up just a tiny bit too high, and Marcus’s car is still in the driveway. Nothing is said, nobody confesses anything, but the way she avoids his eyes while pretending everything is “normal” hits harder than any cheap sex scene. And then, of course, later you see exactly what was happening in that kitchen, from a different angle, with her bent over the table, hands flat on the wood, big tits swaying while Marcus pounds her like she was never even a wife, just some thick bitch he picked up. The game loves this kind of structure, it shows you the innocent version first, then comes back and twists the knife, and honestly it makes you feel like shit and horny at the same time.

Claire, the twin, is on a totally different path, but it still circles around Marcus and Tyler. She is the pretty one, the golden girl, the type that posts gym selfies on Instagram and gets 3k likes from dudes with “alpha” in the name. When Tyler starts hanging around, she talks to him like it is nothing, but the body language is all over the place. Short shorts on the couch, legs open just a bit too wide, teasing him with these “you wouldn’t dare” looks. There is one moment in the pool where she climbs on his shoulders, laughing, while Charlie just sits there watching, alone, and the camera angle makes it too obvious she is rubbing herself on the back of Tyler’s neck. It is not subtle. Then later, when she finally gives in, she rides him like she has been waiting years for this kind of dick, big hands on her hips, her ass bouncing up and down, water shining on her skin. And she looks over Tyler’s shoulder, right into the imaginary “camera”, like she knows you are watching her destroy that good-girl image. Honestly, her moaning gets a bit too repetitive, like the same 3 lines on loop, and it pulled me out for a second, but after that I forgot again because the scene just keeps pushing it, testing how far she will go.

Hana is the only one who actually feels safe at first, the childhood friend, the sweet one who studies hard and sends you stupid memes on WhatsApp at random hours. The game plays her more lowkey, less obvious slut energy, more the girl you secretly want to marry but you are too dumb to say anything. When the whole BNWO influence starts touching her too, it stings different. There is this classroom scene, Charlie and Hana alone, desks around them, papers everywhere, where she admits she feels “weird” about all the changes, then accidentally lets slip that Marcus and Tyler “give her butterflies” because they are so confident. You can see Charlie die inside a little. Later, when she finally ends up wrapped around that same world, legs spread, dark skin and light skin mixing, being held down and fucked hard while she tries not to scream too loud, you kind of feel betrayed, even if you were waiting for the exact moment with your hand already on your dick. The game is not shy about the contrast, honestly, the way it shows the guys as big, powerful, almost too perfect, with the girls melting under them. It leans hard into that fantasy of being replaced, of watching your mother, your sister, your best friend fall under someone else’s shadow. And since it is kinetic, you cannot stop it, there is no “good route” where you save them and they stay pure. You just keep clicking, scene after scene, as your whole world gets taken apart and rearranged around bigger cocks and darker skin and women who moan louder for strangers than they ever did for their own men. Somewhere in the middle of all that, Charlie almost disappears, which is kind of the point. You are not really him anymore, you are the ghost stuck in the corner of every room, forced to see how far it all goes. And it keeps going.

This one feels like somebody mashed a horny New Year party, a half broken fitness app, and a weird monster-girl dating sim together, forgot to clean it up, then quietly pushed it online. In a good way. Mostly. You start as this muscle obsessed dude hanging around a gym that has no right to be this full of monster girls with big soft everything. The dev calls it a “special episode” and it really does feel like that. Not a full new game, more like that one extra Christmas OVA that nobody asked for but everybody secretly watches twice. You already know the rhythm: male protagonist, training, flirting, bad decisions. Except here the gym is dressed up for Xmas and New Year at the same time, fairy lights over squat racks, mistletoe near the punching bags, huge fluffy tails brushing past weight benches while you try not to stare at bouncing tits. You fail.

What surprised me was how much of it is just… wandering. Not boring wandering, more like messy sandbox energy. You move around the gym, locker rooms, some side rooms that look more like fantasy tavern than sport center. Talk, pick scenes, poke at stuff. Sometimes you get romance vibes, sometimes it is just straight up “shut up and fuck me against the leg press” energy. The 2D art is classic horny-cg style, but the girls have that “I’m a monster but still soft and warm and extremely huggable” thing. Big asses, big tits, big ears, sometimes horns, sometimes fur on places where clothes ride up when they really should not. There is this one dinner event that should be simple, just New Year dinner with one of the girls, and the game absolutely refuses to let it be wholesome. Candlelight, muscles in tight shirt, huge boob window across the table, tail sneaking around your legs like it has its own kinks. You get dialog choices that pretend to be romantic, but both results still end with you getting dragged somewhere more private. I complained to myself about a typo in one of the lines and then completely forgot because the next cg had her thighs wrapped around my face. Priorities are weird.

What makes it feel slightly cursed in a charming way is how the “sport” and “gym” part never fully disappears, even when things get really filthy. You are getting a blowjob in the shower, and in the background there is still a poster explaining correct squat form. One furry muscle girl makes you “spot” her while she benches, except the spotting is just an excuse to watch her pecs and tits press up, sweat running between them, then she catches you looking and it snaps into a sex scene that escalates faster than a horny Discord server. It pretends to be a bit of rpg too, with some light choices and stats popping here and there, but it feels more like flavor than a real system. Honestly I wish the AI cg stuff reacted more to your choices, but it just will not. You get what you get: buff dude, thick monster girls, festive lights, ridiculous romance, and sex everywhere from equipment room to half finished New Year stage with broken fairy lights. I was going to say the opening scene sets expectations perfectly, then I remembered it just throws you in front of a sweaty lamia girl in a sports bra with zero context and somehow that is even better. Not elegant, not clean, just horny fantasy gym energy turned into a holiday episode that smells like cheap tinsel and sex.

Bella starts this summer as the kind of girl everyone pretends not to see. Soft, quiet, hiding inside baggy clothes and headphones, shuffling between campus and home with her eyes on the floor. Big body, small voice. Guys bump into her in the hallway and only say sorry to her books. Professors forget her name. She knows exactly how invisible she is, and it hurts more because she is still a virgin and her head is full of dirty thoughts she never dares to say out loud. Porn tabs minimized, vibrator hidden under thick sweaters, searching for “romantic first time” and then ending up watching girls choking on thick cocks and wondering why that turns her on so much. Then she goes to her grandmother’s little house in the middle of nowhere, expecting boring tea and old photos, and instead gets told that every woman in her family can ask a goddess to rewrite her body. Not her grades, not her personality. Her curves. Her tits. Her ass. Bella goes to sleep fat, shy and untouched, and wakes up with a waist her hands can wrap around, a huge ass that fights every pair of panties she owns, and breasts so heavy and perfect they spill out of the old comfy bra before she can even hook it. Same quiet girl, now trapped inside a body built for sin.

Returning home with that body is where the real corruption starts. The game leans hard into that contrast: she still thinks like the girl who sat in the back row, but every guy around her is suddenly staring at her chest first and her eyes second, if at all. Walking through campus is a whole event now. You actually feel the moment she realizes her tits bounce under her top, and there is this little scene with her trying to hold her notebook against her chest, pretending it is about modesty while the outline of her big boobs presses against the paper. Andrew, the childhood friend, tries very hard to keep his eyes on her face, but his jeans say something else. You get to decide how long he keeps pretending. Do you make her tease him, bending over just a bit too much, letting that big ass push against his lap when they sit on the couch playing some “innocent” co-op game, acting like she has no idea his cock is rock hard under the blanket? Or does she stay clueless longer, only slowly noticing that every time she leans forward his voice cracks and he has to adjust himself, and she goes home and masturbates to the memory of the bulge, fucking herself with her fingers and imagining what his big dick would feel like stretching her tight, untouched pussy until she can’t stay quiet anymore?

The tone swings nicely between fantasy and awkward, which fits her pretty well. One path can keep her sweet and romantic: slow kisses in her bedroom with the door half open, her sitting on top of Andrew, oversized hoodie sliding up to show the curve of her big ass, his hands shaking when he finally cups her massive tits for the first time through her bra, almost worshipping them. Her first blowjob can be shy and messy, drool on his stomach, her gagging a little on the size but pushing deeper because seeing him lose control hits something deep inside her. Another path lets her taste what happens when a girl with an hourglass bombshell body realizes the world is full of horny men who stopped seeing her as “that chubby quiet one” and now just see a walking fantasy. Older neighbor with thick forearms blurting out compliments when she bends over to pick up the mail, professor who suddenly offers “private tutoring” and stares at her cleavage the whole time, random jock who used to bump past her without looking and now can’t stop DMing her late at night asking what her new bra size is. You can play Bella as scared but curious, or as slowly addicted to the power of making big, muscular guys stutter just by crossing her legs and letting them imagine how that tight, newly shaped pussy would squeeze them. There is real romance if you want it, but there is also the dirty thrill of a former nobody riding a cock on a cheap mattress, big breasts bouncing, moaning too loud, thinking “I used to be invisible” right as she feels hot cum fill her for the first time and realizes her whole life can revolve around who gets to fuck this new body next.

Alex thinks he just hit the jackpot: eighteen, fancy scholarship, and his aunt basically throws him the keys to a fucking mansion. Marble floors, a pool that looks like Instagram bait, bedrooms so big you could lose a whole marriage in them. It smells like money and perfume and lies. The kind of house where silence has its own echo and everyone talks soft while their eyes keep stabbing each other. You walk in as this polite, slightly clueless kid, and very fast the game starts whispering in your ear that being innocent here just means you are easy to use. Aunt Nicole greets you like a movie star: tight dress, legs for days, smile that says “welcome home” and “don’t trust me” at the same time. The soundtrack does that slow, low synth thing when she gets too close, like the music itself is trying not to stare at her tits. It is not subtle. I liked it. Then I hated it. Then I liked it again.

The whole place feels like one long, horny interrogation. Every room has a secret and every “family” hug lasts half a second too long. Your cousins are walking red flags with perfect asses. Lisa leans in to show you something on her laptop and the camera just forgets the laptop exists, goes straight to cleavage, while some lazy bassline crawls in the background. Tina pretends to be the good girl, but there is a scene where she’s in shorts so tiny they may be a Photoshop error, and the soundtrack suddenly gets this little heartbeat kick, almost off-beat, like the composer was also jerking off. The funny thing is, the investigation part and the pervy part use the same musical vocabulary. When you are trying to break into a password protected folder, the game gives you these slow pulses of sound, like breathing in the dark, and it kind of melts into the animated bodies later when clothes start “accidentally” slipping. I got genuinely stuck on one clue, by the way, because some code was hidden in a painting title, and I will never forgive the background hum in that room for looping the same three notes. It is a small thing, but now that sound lives rent free in my skull and pays nothing.

The sex itself feels like it is growing out of the lies. You are digging into what happened to the missing uncle, and instead of answers you keep getting more skin. A comforting hug from Nicole slowly becomes her pressing those huge tits into you, asking harmless questions with this fake soft jazz in the background, then the track changes to something much darker when you say the “wrong” line. One moment you are worried about who disappeared, the next moment you are staring at a big ass bouncing in your face, with the music doing that half-romantic, half-creepy vibe, like a Netflix thriller that got horny and forgot the plot. The bodies look almost too polished, like AI had a fetish and the dev just said “ok sure,” and sometimes the animation stutters in a way that weirdly makes it hotter, because it feels like a dirty loop you found on some shady Telegram channel. There is this one bedroom scene where the lights are low, the camera lingers on a cousin’s panties sliding down her thighs, and the low-frequency rumble underneath feels like a subwoofer pressed to your chest. I honestly kept clicking the slower dialogue options just to let the track keep going. The game pretends to care about morals, about who you betray or protect, but every choice screen looks like a kink menu. Be a knight? Exploit their secrets? The soundtrack reacts, relatives react, the mansion keeps smiling with its fake luxury, and you are there, trying to solve a family mystery while also wondering how many more “accidental” family kisses you can trigger before everything falls apart in the most deliciously wrong way.

You’re a rookie reporter who clearly skipped the “professional distance” chapter in journalism school. The game drops you back in your hometown with a shiny new job at the top newspaper, but it feels less like serious reporting and more like a long, horny field trip where every “interview” can end with your dick somewhere it absolutely shouldn’t be. One minute you’re chasing a lead about some shady business deal, the next you’re on your knees under a desk, trying to keep eye contact with your source while she’s forcing her cock-wet lips down on you and whispering, “Ask better questions.” It’s that kind of story. The whole thing plays like a visual novel with choices that pretend to be about ethics and truth, but half the time you’re just deciding if you want your face between her thighs or under her feet. When your editor calls you into her office, you expect a lecture. Instead you get her sitting on the edge of her desk in a tight blouse, tits about to pop out, and she shuts you up by shoving her foot into your lap and making you rub your cock against her sole until you’re leaking through your pants. Then she asks you for your article draft like nothing happened. I actually laughed out loud there, it felt wrong in a good way.

Sex is everywhere, but not in a soft fade-to-black way. The writing goes straight for it. There’s a scene with a politician’s wife who looks like she walked out from some old “serious interview” magazine cover, glasses, expensive dress, perfect big ass, the whole classy thing. She starts out teasing, brushing her thigh against you under the table while you’re trying to keep your recorder steady. Then she locks the door, kneels down, and you’re suddenly drowning in sloppy, noisy oral where she keeps eye contact and drool is sliding down your shaft. Later she rides you hard on a couch, tits bouncing in your face while she tells you not to stop asking questions, and when you finally push her on her stomach and go in her pussy from behind, the game really leans into describing how she’s clenching around you and begging you to pound her like you’re breaking some embargo. Anal is treated almost like a reward for pushing a scene far enough. There’s this moment on a rooftop with a rival journalist where she first jacks you off with her foot, pressing her heel against your balls, then she bends over the low wall, pulls her skirt up, and tells you “If you want this story, fuck my ass.” She’s tight, she grunts into her own arm, and the text is very direct about the way her asshole stretches and the way your cum fills her. No fading, no “tasteful” cut. You feel like a completely unethical bastard, and the game wants that.

The AI art is actually kinda weird in a charming way. Some shots are hot as hell, like the close-ups of wet lips around your cock, or the way their nipples poke through shirts when they lean over your desk. Sometimes fingers look a bit off or a foot angle feels strange when a girl is jerking you with her toes, but honestly, during a good blowjob scene, I forgot to care. One thing I didn’t like: the pacing sometimes goes from horny to “okay, now read five screens of investigation talk” at really random moments, and then suddenly, out of nowhere, the game jumps you into another sex scene with almost no build-up. It feels like the writer couldn’t decide if this is a serious adventure or just porn with a plot as a flimsy excuse. But that contrast also makes some moments hit harder. After a long bit where you’re actually chasing clues, you end up in a car with a source, rain outside, the city lights reflecting, and she just quietly unzips you and starts sucking you off while you’re pretending to go over notes. There is something very dirty about that calm, focused blowjob. I also kept tapping my screen trying to scroll back on one scene where you fuck this stacked receptionist against the office window, her tits smooshed on the glass while you slam in her pussy and she keeps moaning that someone below might see. The sound, the text, the way she keeps begging for more even after you cum inside her, telling you to stay hard and give her your dick again, felt way more intense than I expected from a horny little journalist game. I wanted more reactions from NPCs after all this abuse of power, but the story just shrugs and throws you to the next big-titted lead. Honestly, at some point I forgot if I was supposed to care about the mystery at all. I just kept following whatever route promised another scene where I’d get used as a human cock by someone who knows exactly how to play with my curiosity.

You wake up in a city where every elf looks like she escaped from some horny painter’s sketchbook, and apparently the whole place has one huge problem: nobody’s getting pregnant. Not for lack of trying, by the way. The queen’s got temples for fertility, the nobles have private “healers,” and the taverns are basically audition rooms with free booze. Still no babies. Then you show up, confused, broke, probably dead a moment ago, and this icy elf mage with eyes like she’s constantly judging your browser history goes, “Yeah, you. You’re the solution. Strip.”

That’s Meliara. She’s your jailer, your handler, your “scientist,” and sometimes your dom, depending what choices you make. In one scene she literally writes your “stats” in her notebook while jerking you off with the coldest poker face, then asks you to rate your own performance while you’re still panting. Another time, if you play the “cocky chosen one” route, she just shoves you on a ritual bed and rides you like a test subject, muttering spell formulas while you’re trying not to blow too early. The whole game leans into that mad-mage-breeder vibe: she’s not romantic at first, she’s collecting data, watching every twitch when you’re hilted inside some desperate elf with hips made for twins.

And yeah, the elves here are not “soft fantasy waifs.” They’re stacked. Thick thighs that press your hips when they pull you in, asses that bounce way too much for someone supposedly sad about extinction, tits that spill out of those fancy robes every time a spell misfires. The ahegao faces are exaggerated in a fun way, not that weird plastic doll look. I laughed way too much when this super serious noble milf, who spends the whole intro calling you a “low-born breeding tool,” ends up gripping your shoulders with her eyes rolled back, drooling on your chest when you dump a creampie in her in front of a mirror enchanted to track “fertility resonance.” Like, lady, you’re not winning the dignity battle here.

What I liked is that it actually lets you steer the tone a bit. You can play the respectful “I’m just here to help your people” guy and get these slower, almost romantic scenes where a monster girl with horns and big curves pretends she’s only participating for “civic duty,” then ends up cuddling your still-hard dick with her thighs and shyly asking if “another round would improve the odds.” Or you can go full degenerate and push for rougher experiments where Meliara times how fast she can milk you with just her hands, then sends you straight into another elf before you even recover, your cum leaking down her fingers while she scribbles notes. There’s this fun moment where, if you make a certain choice, you’re balls deep in a priestess, she’s moaning some holy chant, and Meliara just pops in, claps, and announces, “Good, keep going, I need to test post-orgasmic spell stability.” Zero shame. For her. You, on the other hand, are naked, sweating, and trying to focus while a magic circle glows under your ass.

The humor actually lands pretty often. One early scene has an elf complaining that the curse makes sex feel “pointless,” then two minutes later she’s bent over a table, her huge ass jiggling every thrust, gasping, “For science… for science…” while you literally fill her to the brim. There’s a running joke where the city officials keep trying to treat you like a holy relic, but every time they do, something ridiculous happens, like a summoning spell going wrong and a jealous monster girl barging into your “ceremonial breeding” and dragging you away by the dick. I kinda wish the game let you roam the city more instead of jumping straight between “test subjects,” but at the same time, when a scene opens with an angry milf grabbing your collar and hissing, “I heard you got the queen’s blessing, prove it,” and five clicks later you’re watching her face melt into messy ahegao while your cum drips out of her, it’s hard to complain too long.

I had this stupid grin when Meliara finally cracks a little. There’s a route where, after enough successful creampies, she pretends she wants to “personally verify your consistency,” acts all clinical, then somewhere in the middle of you pounding her tight pussy, her ears twitch, her breaths get all ragged, and she forgets her own spell words. She tries to keep notes while you’re filling her, the pen shakes, ink splashes all over the page, and when you pump a second load into her, she just tears the paper, slams her hips down, and lets out this broken moan that doesn’t sound like a scientist at all. Then, of course, she sits up later and scolds you for “excessive enthusiasm” like she wasn’t the one begging you not to pull out.

It’s messy, horny, self-aware, and sometimes way sweeter than it pretends to be. Also, whoever decided the breeding altars needed that many candles clearly hates my GPU, but that’s another story I’m not getting into.

You start as this poor bastard trying to get a job at Chimera Corp, and the “job interview” is basically you poking at a digital girl until she turns into exactly the kind of slutty little toy the company wants. It looks all corporate and clean at the start, like some boring HR training module, then you realize the whole thing is just an excuse to mess with a test subject’s body, brain, and personality in the most fucked up sci‑fi way possible. You don’t move a character on a map or anything, you sit in front of a fake company interface and tweak stats, pick sub-options, and watch your test girl go from regular office chick to whatever flavor of corrupted meat puppet you’re in the mood for. That could be a wide‑eyed innocent with slightly fuller lips and bigger tits who just “kind of likes” sucking cock now, or a full-on lactating breeding cow with a fat ass, ahegao face, and a contract to do double anal for company publicity material. The more you play with the sliders and categories, the more you start to feel a bit like a mad scientist who found a porn hub hidden inside Excel.

What sells it is how reactive everything feels. Tiny changes to “obedience” or “sexuality” don’t just show up as a number, they twist her whole vibe. One run you nudge her toward prostitution training and suddenly the feedback text starts describing her as eager to take on more clients, offering anal and titfucks to upsell, drooling about group sessions and bukkake “for the brand.” Pick more hardcore path and now she’s a mind‑broken BDSM pet, calling herself company property, begging to be branded and collared, talking like she lives to be spitroasted by management. Push transformation and body mods and you get big tits, big ass, different outfits, different hair, different speech patterns, sometimes a total change of identity, newly chosen name included, like she forgot she ever was a person and not a slave template. There are lots of little puzzle moments too, where you try to hit a specific combination: the right mix of obedience, skill, and depravity to unlock a certain type of ending. Some leads you to a loyal office whore who handles private “meetings” and HR blackmail, other ones spit out a gangbang-ready cum dump that the company loans to entire teams as stress relief. And yeah, budget limits mean you cannot just max everything, you gotta pick if you want her to be an anal specialist, an oral goddess, or the perfect multi‑penetration toy that passes internal QA.

The art is AI generated but it actually works for this weird corporate-sci‑fi vibe, like you are browsing some shady internal database of test subjects that were never meant to see daylight. You keep clicking and thinking “okay, that’s enough” and then you stumble on a variation where she has milk dripping from huge tits, mascara running, mouth open in a ruined ahegao while the report calmly talks about her “improved productivity in group sex environments” and suddenly you are doing another playthrough. The writing leans hard into male domination and control, but it has that slightly fucked up humor where the system describes her as a “valuable asset for customer engagement” while she is basically a programmable anal slave who loves creampies and toys rammed everywhere. There is management logic behind everything too, which is funny: the game scores you not on how “nice” you are, but how profitable your personal fuckdoll is, how many holes she can keep busy, how marketable her new look is. It is short, yeah, and sometimes a stat change gives you a result you did not expect and you sit there swearing at the monitor because she lost the perfect big ass combo you just had, but then you restart and make a slightly different monster, a little more obedient, a little more corrupted, and you kind of forget you were annoyed five minutes ago.

You pull up to this creepy old family estate with your aunt, thinking it’s just some boring photo job before the place gets sold off. Empty hallways, dusty furniture, that old house smell that feels like it sticks to your clothes. Not sexy at all at first. Then the highway gets blocked by a wreck, phone signal dies a sad little death, and suddenly you’re stuck there for the night with your “aunt” who looks more like someone’s porn search history than a real relative. Big tits barely contained, that kind of ass that makes you forget basic manners, and this weird tension where every “innocent” touch feels like it’s about one step away from turning into a hand on your thigh. The game just leans into that slow burn, like it knows exactly how wrong this whole setup is and doesn’t give a fuck.

It’s a kinetic thing, so you’re not here sweating decisions, you’re here to watch this guy slowly lose his moral compass while ghosts, shadows, and other shit that probably shouldn’t exist keep poking holes in his sense of reality. One minute you’re walking around rooms that feel too big and too quiet, getting this cold horror vibe, and the next your aunt is bending over the wrong way and your brain is like “yeah, I’d risk the family curse for that.” The paranormal stuff isn’t just for jumpscares either. There’s this monster girl scene where the line between “I should run” and “I should fuck this” basically vanishes, and the game just smiles at you while you try to pretend you’re not into it. Humor pops up at weird times too, like the protagonist reacting to something terrifying with horny sarcasm instead of fear, and it actually works. You’ll be going from being low-key freaked out by a shadow in the doorframe to watching a blowjob with a sex toy involved and thinking “okay, priorities, sure.”

Romance here is screwed up in the best way. It’s not tender, it’s not clean, it’s two lonely people in a haunted house using each other while pretending it’s about “comfort” and “closeness.” There’s a masturbation scene where the MC thinks nobody is watching, except of course something is, and the whole voyeuristic thing just slaps harder because of how exposed he looks. The exhibitionism hits in small doses: a half-open door, someone almost walking in, maybe a ghost lurking while she rides you, that kind of “someone could see” pressure that makes everything hotter. Oral, vaginal, toys, big curves shoved in your face, the works, and it all happens in this weird mix of horror and comedy where you’re aroused, then on edge, then laughing at a stupid line. It’s messy, morally fucked, and not even pretending to be wholesome. Honestly feels less like a polished porn fantasy and more like some horny fever dream you had after binging horror movies and scrolling Pornhub at the same time.