Reika’s whole deal hooked me way faster than I expected. She’s this super competent agent from Solara HQ, all cool and collected, but the main plot is basically, “my husband’s dick got cursed and now I have to work with this greasy engineer dude to fix it.” It sounds like hentai mad libs, I know, but it actually lands. You’re in this mix of mission briefings and quiet lab scenes, watching her try to stay loyal while the game very slowly, almost teasingly, pushes her into messed up situations. The nice part is they don’t shove the NTR in your face from the start. It’s like it’s hiding behind the UI, behind silhouettes, behind those blurred and pixelated bits that you pretend you hate but keep leaning toward the screen to see better. There’s this one scene where you only get Reika’s outline against a workshop light, and you can hear Fredric shifting closer, see his hand kind of implied on her hip, and nothing “official” happens, but you already feel that sick horny mix of “oh no” and “okay but yes.” Then later the same space is reused and your brain fills in the gaps. It’s cheap as hell and also kind of genius.

The 3D bodies are doing the heavy lifting here. Reika is built like some artist’s long-running fantasy project: big chest, big ass, curves that look like they’re trying to break out of the tactical suit. The breasts have this weight that reacts nicely when she turns or leans, not super polished AAA level, but there’s enough jiggle and dragging motion that your lizard brain applauds. The faces are a bit jank sometimes, like her expression slides between “worried wife” and “posed VR chatbot” too fast, and once her mouth looked slightly off center and now I can’t unsee it. The pixelated sex bits are weird in a fun way. You get these animated loops where everything important is censored into chunky pixels, but the motion is very detailed, hips grinding, fingers clenching, fluids clearly there even if you only see them as little bright squares. It kind of feels like watching someone’s hard drive from 2008 got remastered into a VN. And yeah, the NTR angle is “hidden,” but only in the sense that the husband is almost never fully present while all this shit happens around his situation. You get these scenes where Reika is talking about curing him while her body language is slowly surrendering to other hands and mouths, and the game just treats it like normal mission progress. It never screams “hey, you’re being cucked,” it just lets you connect that the cure is taking very long and Fredric is suddenly very “close” to her in the animations. There’s even a moment where the camera lingers way too long on the husband’s sleeping, useless crotch while you already know what Reika did a couple scenes ago, and it hits harder than any explicit shot would. I still hate that one sound effect for the door in the lab, by the way, it’s like a microwave and a printer had a baby, they keep using it, and it completely pulls me out every time, but then Reika bends over some console and I forget what I was complaining about.

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.

Local suburb, dead quiet, then this game drops you right in the middle of the kind of fucked up “family visit” everyone pretends never happens. You’re the short angry little dude in the house, the one with the chip on his shoulder and the impossible sister. She’s blonde, stacked like someone lost control with the breast slider, ass so fat it looks like the chair is about to file a complaint. She walks around like clothes are just a light suggestion, bending over in front of you, phone in her hand, half distracted, half teasing, like she knows exactly what she’s doing and still acts innocent. There’s this weird energy where you kinda hate her and kinda stare at her all the time. The game leans into that, hard. Sometimes she calls you “little man” and it stings more than it should. Sometimes she “forgets” to close her door and the angle you get is straight from a porn thumbnail. It feels trashy in a very deliberate way, like the dev is laughing and saying “yeah, you wanted this, don’t pretend.”

Then the local legends arrive. Big black dude, total neighborhood myth, the kind of guy every jealous little brother imagines as the worst possible scenario. Next to him, his smaller white sidekick, not small actually, just smaller than the giant. They show up with that lazy confident walk, like they already know what’s going to happen in this house and nobody can stop it. The moment they see your sister, the whole vibe shifts. Dialogue instantly goes from semi-normal to porn audition level, talking about her body, her ass, what they want to do to her, right in front of you. They’re not even subtle. It’s like the game wants you to sit in that humiliation, watching these walking meat towers size up your own blood, and the worst part is she doesn’t shut it down. She blushes, laughs, pretends to be offended, but she keeps giving them looks that say everything. The camera loves those moments, clinging to her huge boobs pressing against her shirt, her ass accidentally brushing against the black chad when she walks past him in the hallway. Accidentally. Sure.

There’s this one scene that stuck to my brain like gum on a shoe. You’re in the living room, pretending to play on your phone, but both of them are on the couch with her. She’s in the middle, practically drowning between them, the black guy’s hand stretched along the back of the couch, fingers a breath away from her shoulder, his white buddy leaning in close to whisper something in her ear that makes her cover her face with both hands. The text you get is pure taunt: they talk about “rearranging her insides,” about how your little body could never handle what she clearly wants. And the game doesn’t cut away. It lingers, zooms slightly, lets you see every little change in her expression while they crowd her space and you sit there, small, useless, pissed, and turned on in a way that makes you slightly hate yourself. It’s cheap, it’s crude, it’s absolutely not subtle, and then out of nowhere there’s one throwaway line from your sister showing she actually cares about you and it almost ruins the whole horny mood for a second. Almost. Then she bends over to pick something up, her ass swallowing her shorts, and your brain goes quiet again. I still don’t forgive the dev for the shitty text box font, by the way. It’s ugly as hell and I kept noticing it when I tried to focus on her tits, which feels like a crime.

You know that guy in the office who flirts too much, stares at tits a little too long, somehow still keeps his job because he knows where all the bodies are buried? In this game, that guy is you, and HR already gave up. You torched your old career by fucking around with the boss’s daughter and teasing half the female staff until the whole place looked like a hentai forum thread you shouldn’t scroll at work. The parent company can’t fire you without risking all their dirty secrets getting leaked, so they ship you off to a new branch and lock you into “100% remote work” like that’s going to stop your dick from ruining lives. It starts so harmless too: video calls with your new coworkers, polite emails, Slack messages that should be boring… but the corruption creeps in fast. A harmless compliment about a tight skirt. A “camera accidentally still on” moment after a shower. A late-night report where she’s wearing a blouse that really doesn’t want to stay buttoned. You’re supposed to behave. You absolutely don’t.

The fun part is how the game lets you poke at their limits. The girls all start out like normal coworkers, the kind you’d follow on Instagram and pretend you’re not zooming in on their pics. There’s the one who pretends to be a professional but is clearly thirsty for attention every time she leans too close to the webcam, boobs practically begging for an HR ticket. The boss’s daughter pops up again, and this time she’s pretending she’s “more mature now”, while stretching on camera so her big tits almost fall out of her top. Half the time you’re reading emails, the other half you’re choosing if you play it nice, act like a creep, or slowly corrupt them so they’re the ones asking you to stay in the call a little longer. There’s voyeur stuff too, but not in a subtle way. Sometimes the game throws you into these “remote access” scenes where suddenly you’re watching her in her bedroom, phone propped at a weird angle, ass filling half the screen while she thinks nobody is watching. You know that slightly messy AI generated look where the ass is too perfect and the boobs look like they cost half a salary? Yeah, that. It’s not “art”, but it hits that dirty brain spot.

What I liked is how your choices can fuck up everything without a big pop-up yelling at you. You go too hard too fast with one girl, she pulls away, suddenly your video meetings are all cold and formal, and the route quietly locks itself into the “you pushed it, now deal with it” ending. Another time, you play innocent for a while, pretending you care about her workload, and she starts teasing you herself, legs up on the desk during a call, panties clearly visible, pretending she doesn’t notice. Sometimes the endings are weirdly soft, sometimes they’re just “ok you fucked her, credits”, and sometimes the boss shows up and things get way more complicated and way more hot than they should be for an office game. Not everything looks perfect, some AI scenes have that slightly off vibe where a hand is like “what is that finger doing”, but honestly it kind of fits the dirty, not-quite-legal style of the whole story. You’re not here for gallery-level art, you’re here to be a corrupt bastard with a work laptop and too much access to horny coworkers, and the game really leans into that, then pretends it’s about “productivity”.

Back to the old town, back to the same boring streets, same ugly supermarket, same shitty laundry basket that never gets empty, but suddenly you have this one thing on your phone that is absolutely not boring at all. You play this guy who comes home after being away, supposedly more “mature”, but honestly he is still a horny idiot who stares at big asses like a teenager. And of course the first person he reconnects with is the “very close” girl from his past, who is not really just a girl, if you know what these sites like. Thick tits, big ass that looks like it exists only so someone can spread it and go straight for the backdoor. She starts all innocent, almost shy, like she’s still this pure thing, and you can just feel the game waiting for you to ruin that nicely. Corruption here isn’t instant, it’s this slow slide where one day she blushes when you watch her bend over, and later she is grinding on your lap while pretending she doesn’t know your cock is hard under her. Sometimes she plays dumb, sometimes she gives you this side look that basically says “yeah, I know what I’m doing, keep going.”

The thing that actually killed me is how much the nerd friend on the phone sounds like that one guy in every Discord who never touches grass but somehow knows every porn trick possible. He keeps texting and calling, throwing advice like “no no, you need to get her used to fingers first” or “she’s still a virgin there, take it slow.” Half of the time I had to pause because my kid walked by and this bastard is yelling out of my speakers about lube. The game is a sandbox but not this stupid empty one. You wander around town, you check your phone, you trigger events, you mess up dialogues, go back, try to be more dirty or more sweet. Sometimes she reacts better when you push a little, sometimes she shuts down and you gotta dial back and pretend to be a good guy. And when it finally goes to anal, holy shit, they go all-in. Animated scenes that actually move, not just lazy loop, and the sound is filthy. Squishy noises, panting, that breathy “it hurts… don’t stop” mix that hits straight in the brain. Creampie in her ass looks thick and sticky and wrong in the most perfect way. I was sitting on my chair like a teenage boy hiding Pornhub on second monitor while my washing machine is screaming in the background.

I liked how she still acts like a good girl on the surface, wearing normal clothes, not this plastic pornstar style, but the more you push, the more she starts asking for it. One time I picked the more “respectful” option and the game still twisted it so she ended up with her ass high in the air on the couch, saying something like “if it’s just there, it doesn’t count, right?” and my brain just shut off. The twins in this are… wait, I actually wanted to complain about something. Yeah, the phone sound when the nerd calls is annoying as hell, this sharp little ping that woke up my screen while I was trying to sneak a quick session in the kitchen with Spotify still running in background. Had to alt tab from Chrome so fast I almost closed the whole thing. I wish there was more difference in how she walks after you wreck her ass, she acts totally normal even after you stretch her wide open, like “ok, thanks, I’ll go make coffee now,” which is bullshit but also kind of funny. And I still keep opening it again, saying “only 5 minutes” between chores, then I’m back making choices about where to cum, on her tits or stuffed inside her ass, pretending this is just “checking something quickly online.” Anyway, if you like that feeling of taking someone who starts as a shy, almost proper girl and slowly turning her into your anal addicted toy while some perverted friend on the phone cheers you on, this thing hits way too hard. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

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.

The first time I logged into this thing, I didn’t even care about the classes or whatever plot it pretends to have - the way the avatars breathe, the tiny tremor in their lips before a kiss, that’s what got me. It’s like the devs poured all their soul into making skin look touchable. There’s this one girl in a half-armored cosplay outfit, silver hair glowing like some digital eclipse, and when she leans close, her breath fogs your screen. Maybe I imagined that, but hell, it felt real. The sci-fi cities behind her hum like they’re alive, something between a nightclub and a dream you shouldn’t be having. The game doesn’t shout about its mechanics, but when you figure out how to sync movement and body sensors, it’s almost too much - like your nerves are being rewritten to crave every vibration.

Sometimes the story pretends to be about mystery - a missing player, a corrupted zone - but nobody’s really fooling anyone. The real puzzle is how long you can last before giving in to pure heat. The VR immersion slips between sweet and filthy faster than your mind can keep up; one moment you’re chatting with a student NPC about history, next she’s on her knees, glasses sliding down, eyes wide like she’s learning anatomy for the first time. There’s group stuff too, awkward at first until it’s not. Someone mentioned modders replaced the background drones with moaning echoes; I laughed until it happened in my session and I swear it made everything feel more chaotic and alive. The music, though? Too clean. Needs something grittier, maybe a heartbeat instead of these sterile synths.

I still can’t get over the fact that clothing physics act like they’ve got personalities - skirts that refuse to stay where they should, latex that remembers your touch. You can taste the future here, but it’s messy and dripping and maybe a bit too honest. Every time I log out, reality feels thinner, like a veil that won’t settle right.

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.

Office VPN says I'm doing “market research”, which is exactly what this game feels like: research on how far you can push a dude with a boring life until he decides, screw it, I’m going full villain for pussy. You start as this regular guy stuck in routine, same tiny wins, same weak porn on your phone before sleep, and the game basically looks at you and goes: what if you actually tried? Not in a motivational LinkedIn way. More like, what if you stop pretending you’re a good person and start pulling strings to get that thick, curvy beach goddess to suck you off behind the bar while the waves hit the sand in the background. It frames it like “choices” and “romance”, but man, some of those choices are straight up corruption, no sugar on top. You push her, you guide her, you break her limits, and the story keeps acting like this is a logical career progression.

What surprised me, from my nerd side, is how the pacing feels like a weird growth chart. Early game is flat line. You sit through a lot of “normal life” talk, texting, little flirty moments that feel almost too pure. You’re at the beach, they’re in swimsuits, tits obviously front and center, but the game teases more than it gives. Then suddenly one decision spikes the curve like a crypto pump. You go from a shy hug to having this “good mom” type wrapped around your dick, breasts pressing on your chest while she tries to convince herself she’s still a decent person. The AI-made images actually lean into that: you get these scenes where the milf’s ass fills half the screen, swimsuit riding up, expression kind of guilty, kind of hungry. Sometimes the faces look a little off and I got distracted counting the fingers like some data QA freak, but then the next CG drops and now she’s on her knees, drool on her lips, and I forget to complain. It sells the fantasy that you’re the one driving her from romantic cuddles to full-on obedient plaything. Even when the dialogue gets a bit awkward, like Google Translate had a stroke, the mood stays hot because the game leans hard on tension and slow burn. A hand on her thigh at sunset. Her pretending she’s just “helping you relax”. The way her huge tits strain against that already too-tight top. Then you click one aggressive option and boom, you’re grabbing her hair, guiding her mouth, and she lets you, because by then you’ve already nudged her down that slope click by click.

If you want to squeeze the most juice out of this thing, don’t speedrun the lewd stuff like a horny raccoon. Take the “nice” options sometimes, build that fake romance, then flip to the more controlling choices when she’s already half in love and confused. Let her think you’re her safe place while you’re the one pushing her into dirtier scenes. The payoff hits way harder when you’ve seen her in the cute beach dates and late-night talks first, then watch her end up with cum on her tongue, looking up at you like she can’t believe what she’s doing and still wants more.

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.