You wake up with that heavy, horny fog in your brain, and instead of your boring room you’re in this chapel that looks like somebody let Pornhub redesign a cathedral. Stained glass, candles, crosses, and front row you got a nun with tits that do not care about gravity at all, trying to decide if she wants to save your soul or ride it. She talks sweet and holy while her outfit is cut so low it might as well be a polite suggestion. And the game just looks at you like: “Alright, sinner, what kind of mess you wanna be?”

The fun part is how it keeps throwing those “innocent” options at you and they never stay innocent. You tell the nun “I want guidance” and she hears “please press those huge soft miracles into my face and whisper prayers while grinding on my lap.” You pick the serious, holy line, and five clicks later she’s on her knees calling you something between “my child” and “my master” with a tongue that clearly skipped bible class. Then you wander out of the chapel and the whole place opens up into this demon playground. Succubus lurking around every corner, hips moving like they’ve got their own physics engine, tails sliding around your legs, horns, claws, that pretty red skin that screams “terrible idea” in the best way. You say one wrong thing to a demon girl and suddenly she’s pinning you to some stone altar, sitting on your cock like she’s collecting your soul one thrust at a time.

What I liked is how the choices actually feel like they change the flavor of the smut, not just the wallpaper. Go respectful with the succubus and she goes slow and teasing, dragging those big breasts over your chest, kissing you soft while still milking you like she’s on a timer. Act like a cocky bastard and she flips you, rides you hard, claws in your back, calls you “toy” while smiling like she owns your life now. Same with the nun: lean into her faith and she turns the whole thing into a corrupt mass, whispering holy lines while stroking you with trembling hands, like she hates how good it feels. Push her buttons and she snaps, climbs into your lap, skirt around her waist, moaning into your ear that she belongs to her god and also to your dick. The visuals love big curves, thick asses bouncing on altars, soft stomachs folding a little when they bend over, jiggling everywhere when the scene gets rough, and the camera never tries to be artsy, it just shoves your face exactly where you were already thinking. It’s messy, horny, sometimes goofy as hell, and every path is basically one long “what if I said yes to the worst idea” fantasy where the answer is always: a nun, a demon, or both, sitting down on you like you’re part of the furniture.

Sometimes you just want trash science and thick mistakes, you know? This game is exactly that: one awkward nerd in a lab, a bunch of sketchy chemicals, and zero adult supervision. It starts all innocent, like some goofy parody of those anime where the genius kid wants to become the next big brain of the world. He’s mixing his “super serum” in this tiny lab, all proud, like he’s breaking new ground. Except the only thing he actually breaks is the size limit on asses and tits. The first time his formula “fails” and you see what it actually does, I laughed out loud and also had to tab out for a second because, yeah, it hits.

The vibe is weirdly cozy and horny at the same time. You’re basically clicking through this visual story where every bad decision he makes leads to someone getting way, way bigger than they were five minutes ago. And not like small upgrade. I’m talking “how is her spine still functioning” kind of growth, bouncing off the screen, clothes surrendering instantly. There’s a really nice rhythm to it: bit of dialogue, some nerdy babbling about cells and enhancement, then boom, another girl drinks the “healthy supplement” and suddenly her ass is doing its own gravity experiment. The CG scenes are the real star here. They don’t pretend to be subtle, it’s just full-on worship of size, curves, and that moment where the character realizes “oh shit, I’m actually getting huge.” One scene where the girl leans on a table and her new tits almost knock over half the equipment had me cackling like an idiot.

What I liked is that the game leans into the fetish instead of apologizing for it. Like, if you’re here, you already know what you want: expansion, growth, bigger, bigger, bigger. And it delivers that in a way that feels playful, not clinical. The nerd boi is such a dork, he talks about his formula like it’s going to win a Nobel Prize, while the player is obviously just waiting to see who gets inflated next. At the same time, some of the dialogue is kinda clunky and tries to be too clever, which slows down the fun when you just want to watch another “oops, wrong dosage” moment. There’s one random line about safety regulations that pissed me off for no reason, like bro, you’re literally turning people into walking sex balloons, nobody cares about your lab coat. Still, when the serum finally kicks in and her hips start outgrowing the chair, music barely matters, writing barely matters, it’s just pure “holy shit, look at that” energy. Honestly the only DLC this needs is more ridiculous aftermath scenes, like trying to fit through doors or sit on a chair that obviously never had a chance. But yeah, he keeps pouring that thicc juice and we keep watching, pretending it’s about “science” while our mouse hand is busy with totally different research.

Country house in the middle of nowhere, bored guy, insanely hot older hostess with tits like she’s trying to smuggle two planets in her dress. That’s the whole energy here. It starts all innocent, you show up to “relax,” sip some tea, pretend you care about the fresh air, and two dialogues later you’re thinking less about nature and more about how fast you can get her on that couch without breaking the coffee table. It calls itself a kinetic thing for a reason: you’re not here to min-max choices, you’re here to ride a horny train that’s already decided the destination. Honestly, kind of nice for once to not babysit a morality meter or check five walkthroughs on F95 just to see some nipple.

Everything takes place inside this house that feels weirdly alive. One moment you’re in the kitchen pretending to be polite while her boobs are basically committing visual assault through that tight top, next you’re alone in the hallway wondering if you imagined that look she gave you. You didn’t, by the way. The pacing is fast, but not “instant porn scene because attention span is dead” fast. There’s a little flirting, some teasing, the usual “oh, it’s so hot in here, I should take this off” routine that we’ve all seen, but it still somehow works, probably because the visuals commit fully. Those 3D bodies have that slightly unrealistic, glossy vibe, but in the good way, like the dev went “fuck anatomy, I want fantasy” and stuck with it. Her tits move with just enough weight so they don’t feel like balloons, but also absolutely no real bra on this planet could handle that.

Sex-wise, the game doesn’t waste time. You get the warm-up with hand stuff, she takes control a lot, like she knows exactly what she’s doing and you’re just lucky to be there. There’s a scene where she’s stroking you while pretending to keep eye contact like she’s still talking about the weather, and it’s goofy but hot as hell. Oral is framed as this slow, hungry thing, not some quick “done in 5 seconds” animation. You see her leaning in, that little smirk, and you just know it’s serious business. Then actual fucking hits, and it’s very in-your-face, big tits bouncing, close shots, no weird artsy angles. Sound is decent too, not Hollywood-level, but the wet noises and her breathing sell it. I had Spotify running and actually paused it at one point just to hear her moan properly, which should tell you something. The humor sneaks up on you; the dialogue drops these silly lines that almost break the mood, then somehow make it even hotter because it feels like people, not porn robots. I kind of wish there were more moments to mess things up or pick different paths, but at the same time, if that happened, some of the scenes would probably get weaker and I don’t actually want them to change that. Anyway, if you’re into a horny older hostess, big soft targets on her chest, and a straight shot from “nice visit” to “I’m fucking the owner of this mansion,” this hits exactly that spot and doesn’t pretend to be anything deeper than that.

Nothing about this game feels shy. It basically throws you into this messy sci-fi city where everyone is hot, slightly broken in the head, and way too horny for their own good. You’re this guy who somehow keeps ending up in girls’ memories, like you’re scrolling through their hidden photo folder but it’s alive and talking and pressing its tits against you. One moment you’re in some neon back alley with Ellen whose boobs are so big the camera can barely keep them on screen, the next you’re stuck in Miyabi’s weird fantasy zone where she pretends everything is “for the mission” while she grinds her huge ass on your lap and calls it “combat evaluation”. It’s not subtle. I like that. Porn games that pretend they’re innocent are annoying. Here, the dick is big, the girls are stacked, everyone knows why we’re here, and it just leans into it with a stupid grin.

What I didn’t expect is how the whole “memory fragment” thing actually works in scenes. Like, you’re mid fuck with Ellen, she’s on top riding you slow, talking about how she’s “just using you as stress relief”, but then the background glitches and suddenly you see this short flash of her alone in some empty lab, staring at your picture on her phone, hand between her legs. It lasts maybe two seconds, then you’re back to her moaning in your ear and pretending she doesn’t care. That hit me harder than the actual blowjob earlier where she’s drooling all over your cock and smearing lipstick on your abs. Same with Miyabi: there’s this moment in an infiltration where you’re both hiding in a locker. She pushes you against the wall, unzips you without a word, just angry eye contact, and starts stroking you way too fast like she wants to punish you for existing. Then a little memory crack pops and you see her earlier in the day rehearsing in the mirror how she’ll “casually” ask you to stay safe. It’s dumb, I know, but my chest actually hurt for a second. Then she takes you deep and chokes on it on purpose and I forgot what I was feeling. Porn with emotional lag, basically.

The game really teases you with the parody vibe too. You open it thinking “ok, horny Zenless spoof, cool”, and suddenly you realize the dev clearly spends too much time on Pixiv and not enough touching grass. The way Ellen’s tits bounce when she leans over the console to type something that absolutely doesn’t need her bending that low, or how Miyabi’s outfit looks like it lost a fight with gravity, feels like scrolling a very specific Twitter tag at 1% battery. There’s that one scene where you’re interrogating some NPC and Ellen just casually slides her hand into your pants under the table, keeps a straight face, asks about “zone stability” while slowly jerking you off, and gives this tiny smirk every time your HP bar shakes. I actually had to pause because I was opening Telegram at the same time and almost sent my friend a screenshot of her licking your cum off her fingers as a “wrong chat” moment. Also, tiny complaint: the text box sometimes covers like half of Miyabi’s ass at the exact worst time and I swear I got more annoyed at that than at any “game over”. Still, the mix of serious sci-fi nonsense with you rearranging these girls’ guts with a pornstar cock is stupid in a way that just works. It feels like someone made a horny fanfic in Google Docs, got too into it, and accidentally turned it into something you actually want to keep clicking through even after you already got off.

Amidst a savage war, you escape alongside Barbara and Brenda into the thick woods, where daily routines mingle with primal urges. Every day, with Barbara and Brenda by your side, alternates between relentless effort and fervent, uninhibited pleasure. While you seek solace from the war, the devastation you fled continues to creep into the quiet corners of your new life. During one of your forest explorations, you come across a severely injured orc struggling for breath. Contrary to the harsh realities around you, you nurse the orc back from the brink by taking him in. The arrival of the orc in your home turns your existence upside down, weaving conflict and passion in equal measure. What began as an act of mercy unfolds into a complex emotional dance, fraught with passion and peril alike. It’s up to you to navigate the shifting tides of power and passion, determining your own destiny. Delve into a story packed with big asses, huge tits, magic-fueled fantasies, and multi-partner erotic adventures in stunning CG animation. Shape the course of this sensual saga as you engage in passionate, often perilous relationships with companions and foes alike. Where once there was only war and fear, now swelling desire and shocking alliances challenge your every move. Your adventure tests not just strength but vulnerability, daring you to embrace the dark and the beautiful in equal measure.

It’s weird how this one got under my skin. I opened *Deck of Hearts* expecting another lazy click‑through with the same recycled bodies, but the writing kept pulling me back. It’s just text and cards, right? Except the cards don’t feel like props - they’re little traps for your decisions. You draw one and suddenly you’re in a room that smells like perfume and bad ideas, staring at a redhead who looks like she knows exactly how far you’ll go before folding. The game doesn’t even try to hide its filth; it leans into it like it’s proud of being shameless. And honestly, good. The MC’s voice is messy, horny, insecure, sometimes cruel, which feels way more real than those perfect hero types.

There’s this scene - I won’t spoil too much - but the moment the blonde leans over the table, teasing about “luck,” you realize the cards aren’t random at all. They’re judging you. It’s not subtle, but it works. I laughed when I shouldn’t have, mostly because the dialogue feels like something you’d overhear in a bar where everyone’s pretending not to listen. The corruption angle hits harder than expected; it’s slow, sticky, uncomfortable in the best way. I caught myself clicking slower, reading every line twice, like the words might change if I stared long enough. Sometimes they do. Maybe that’s just me projecting.

If there was an award for “Most Unnecessary Grope That Still Made Sense,” this game wins it. The AI CGs look almost too clean for the dirt they’re showing, like someone tried to polish sin. The MILF character - yeah, you’ll know her when she shows up - has this smug smile that makes the whole plot bend around her. I kinda wish the teen character had more agency, but maybe that’s the point: everyone’s trapped in their own deck. Also, whoever wrote the card descriptions must’ve been drunk or a poet. Hard to tell which. Anyway, I closed the tab and immediately reopened it. That probably says enough.

You come back from a boring business trip with a head full of spreadsheets and hotel porn, expecting your cute newlywed wife to jump on you at the door. Instead she’s napping in the middle of the afternoon, hair messy, phone too close to her hand, and you get this weird little punch in the gut that something’s off. Not “she forgot to feed the cat” off. More like “someone else might have been in this bed” off. She smiles, kisses you, acts sweet, but that tiny delay before she answers simple questions just keeps scratching at your brain. The game takes that small uncomfortable feeling and just keeps poking it, harder and harder, while you try to convince yourself you’re just tired and paranoid. Spoiler: you’re probably not.

The whole thing hangs on that one stupid selfie she sent you while you were away. You know the one. Lingerie that you didn’t even know she owned, tits squeezed up like she’s trying to win a contest, eyes a little too needy. At first you were just horny and you jerked off to it alone in your hotel room. Later, back home, you stare at it again and finally see it: three fingertips on the edge of the frame, some stranger’s hand trying to stay out of view. That tiny detail turns your brain into a crime scene. From there the story slips between your perspective and hers. On your side, you’re walking around the house like a detective in denial, clicking through small things that suddenly feel like clues: the subtle smell on the sheets that is not your cologne, her panties in the laundry that are more lace and less “comfortable wife mode”, her slightly glazed look when you touch her, like she’s comparing you to someone else in her head. On her side, it’s this slow, messy slide from “happy new bride” into “I shouldn’t do this” and then right into “I want him to do it again” while her body language gets looser and her ahegao face shows up more often than you want to admit turns you on a bit too.

Sex scenes aren’t just random porn stops, they sneak up on you. One moment you’re arguing in the kitchen about something stupid, next moment the game cuts to how she spent that same time earlier with another guy, bra on the floor, those big breasts bouncing while she rides him and moans into a pillow so the neighbors won’t hear. Creampies that hit way too raw because you know that same pussy is what you’re supposed to be “making love” to later like some clueless husband. Sometimes you get to fuck her too, and that’s the worst part, because the CG shows her eyes rolling back a bit more when she’s remembering his cock instead of yours. Lingerie that she wears “for you” is actually what he already tore off once. There’s this mystery thread running under everything, not just “who is he” but “how far did she go, and when did it really start” and the more you see her side, the less clean the answer feels. It’s not obedient wife corrupted in one night. It’s little choices, late messages, risky selfies, one kiss that should have stopped but didn’t, and then your whole married life is sitting on the edge of a knife and everyone is pretending not to see the blood. And yeah, the story is kinda linear, but honestly, when you’re watching your own wife slowly turn into someone else’s favorite toy, you don’t feel like you have many choices anyway.

Lena’s voice keeps ringing in my head even after I closed the tab - like an echo that’s not really hers, but mine. She’s drawn to disaster, that much is clear. I kept thinking she’d make a “good” choice, but the game doesn’t reward good. It teases it, then smothers it under sweat and half-whispered apologies. That scene in the cheap motel room (yeah, the one with the red sheets that keep sliding down her thighs) hit weirdly hard. I wanted to laugh, but I didn’t. Ian’s dialogue there, when he asks if she *feels anything at all* - it’s not written like porn, it’s more like he’s daring her to stop pretending. And then you realize the game’s been daring *you* the same way for the last hour.

There’s a rhythm to the choices, like breathing too fast and then stopping. One moment you’re talking about dreams and gigs and paying rent; next, you’ve got Lena on her knees, warm breath fogging up the screen. The blowjob animation isn’t even the point - it’s how she looks up after, like she’s trying to find meaning in it. I swear that little pause before she wipes her mouth says more about her than any of the branching dialogue trees. But still, there’s something sloppy about the transitions - like it’s all too aware of what it’s supposed to turn you on with. I got annoyed once because the text box covered her chest at the exact wrong time. Then I forgot I was annoyed when she bit her lip and said his name wrong on purpose. Some games talk about corruption; this one feels sticky with it, uncomfortable in a way that makes you stay longer than planned.

By the time the threesome scene rolled around - Lena, the redhead, and Ian with that smug smirk - I’d stopped trying to make moral choices. You just click and watch the mess unfold. It’s romantic and ugly and kind of beautiful in its own broken rhythm. Like you shouldn’t be watching, but you keep doing it anyway because there’s something too human about all that skin and guilt tangled together.

Mallowfall City feels like the kind of place your horny brain invents when you’re zoning out during a boring Zoom meeting. Everything is too wet, too soft, too tight, too much, and somehow that’s exactly the point. You roll in as Dave, this broke student coming back after studying abroad, and instead of a sad mattress on the floor and instant coffee, you land in an apartment with a mature woman who has curves like gravity got turned up just around her body. That first evening with her is already a problem. She’s walking around in this casual home outfit that should be illegal, shirt hugging huge tits, hips wide, ass heavy, that kind of thick that makes chairs squeak. She leans close to hand you a mug, you catch a glimpse of lace under her top, and it hits you that you’re not just “crashing in a spare room.” You’re basically moving into a thirst trap.

The whole game plays like a romantic visual novel that drank too much wine then decided to stop pretending it’s innocent. There’s real talking, not just “hi, fuck now,” and that’s the dangerous part. You get these long conversations with older women who know exactly what they’re doing. One of them sits with you at a bar late at night, touching your wrist while she tells you how lonely she is after her divorce. She’s older, but thick in all the right places, heavy tits straining against her blouse, lips shiny, eyes way too focused on your mouth. The scene drags just long enough that you start screaming at your screen “just kiss already” and then when it finally goes down, it’s not soft at all. Her tongue is in your mouth, her hand is on your crotch, and she comments on how “big” you are in this slow teasing voice. When the clothes actually come off, the cg scenes slam you with big bodies and big everything. Round bellies, soft thighs spreading, huge boobs bouncing while she rides your cock and says shit like “You like mature women, huh?” Yeah. He does. And you do too. And the game knows it way too well.

What I liked is that the chubby and bbw women here are not some joke or “side fetish.” They are the main goddamn course. Thick asses that fill the whole screen, big breasts that actually move, not just stuck-on balloons. There is this one scene where a milf in a tight pencil skirt bends over to pick something up, and the camera lingers right behind her. The fabric is pulling across her ass, you see the shape of her panties, and you know the dev did that on purpose to ruin your focus. Later, when you finally get her on a bed, she pulls off her bra and her boobs fall out heavy, nipples already hard, and she kind of laughs shy because she knows she is huge. That moment works way better than some perfect anime doll, because she feels like a real thick woman who will squeeze your head between her tits and suffocate you happily. And yeah, sometimes the “romance” stuff pretends to be deep then jumps straight into fucking in like three lines of dialogue, which is funny, but also somehow perfect for this city that basically runs on sex and secrets. There is one tiny thing that annoyed me though: the way one character always calls you “boy” in this weird playful tone. Every single time. It’s hot, then it’s annoying, then you forget you were annoyed because she’s naked again. Story of this game, honestly.

Temptation’s Ballad feels like someone took a horny D&D session, removed the shy players, pumped the bard full of slutty energy and then forgot to write a safe word. You start in this medieval fantasy city that pretends to be serious with demons and noble houses and gods and whatever, but the game is very honest about what actually matters: who you’re going to fuck, how badly you’re going to mess up your party’s reputation, and how much property damage your dick (or tits) indirectly causes. It calls itself “fairly linear” but it doesn’t feel stiff. More like a drunk march in one direction where you keep getting distracted by a hot ass in the alley, some half‑clothed monster girl in a tavern, or a noble milf who really needs “help” with her magic circle. One moment you’re trying to act like a real hero, the next you’re getting your face sat on by a smug futa demon who treats you like her favorite chew toy. The story leans on the classic trio of idiots party setup: disaster gay, smug bastard, and something in between that definitely should not be trusted around potions. Their banter is half the fun, because they talk like actual horny people who overshare, tease, flirt too hard, then pretend it was “just a joke” while obviously staring at each other’s bulges. There’s real romance in there, surprisingly soft sometimes, and the game just throws it next to scenes where someone is getting spanked in a backroom while a voyeur peeks through the cracks. It shouldn’t work together, but it does, like putting lube on holy water.

The erotic tone is really on that line between silly and nasty. You get all the classic stuff: sloppy oral, tits used like they’re religious objects, thick cocks that clearly don’t follow standard fantasy anatomy rules, creampies that would absolutely require healing spells after. The city of Axia feels like a sandbox for kinks, even if the main plot is straight like an arrow. You’ll walk into a side scene thinking “okay, just dialogue” and suddenly there is a dommy knight stepping on someone’s chest, or a monster girl wrapping a tail around a guy’s throat while riding him. There’s casual interracial stuff, big black cock jokes thrown in like shitposts, and netorare tension playing in the background when someone’s crush gets a little too cozy with a rival. The game never stops to politely explain corruption or cheating either, it just lets you sit there with that ugly horny feeling in your chest while a character moans another person’s name. Sometimes the pacing is a mess and a really nice emotional beat gets bulldozed by a sex scene with way too much groping and not enough build up, like the writer was afraid to let you breathe. I kinda hate that. I also kinda love it. The soundtrack is the quiet hero here, by the way. Fantasy tavern strings and flutes that slide into slow, bass‑heavy, low‑tempo tracks when clothes start coming off, the kind of music that makes you turn down your volume on Discord because you know exactly what you’re doing. There’s even this one track that loops during a teasing scene where a character keeps grinding on your lap but “won’t let you cum yet” and the rhythm matches the fucking text speed. That little sync made me laugh and then immediately shut up because it actually turned me on. It’s not a classy game. It doesn’t want to be. It’s messy, loud, horny, too obsessed with big boobs and bigger problems, and Axia feels like a place where every summer vacation ends with someone pregnant, corrupted, or tied to a bed. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?