The weight of traumatic experiences from your past drags at your every step, though battered inside, you’re determined to rebuild what was broken and find a way back to stability. Beside you is Serena - blonde, sensual, endlessly patient - as she does everything she can to keep you grounded. Sometimes, when words fail, Serena’s passionate blowjob becomes your escape from the chaos inside.

But her love isn’t always enough to stop old demons from breaking through. Fighting to maintain bonds, build a career, and keep your own sanity in line. Your future hinges on countless decisions - some small, some earth-shaking - that shift your fate.

Can you finally master the chaos, find redemption, and keep your girl and friends close? Each decision leads to explicit encounters packed with passion, from tender caresses to fierce encounters fueled by deep connection and turmoil.

Beyond the steaming scenes is a gripping narrative about pain, love, and the choices that define us. Play if you want to feel the heat of desire tangled with the harshness of life - and see if you can conquer both.

The main hero of our story had an easy and fairly usual life up until one dreadful accident at the metro has actually transformed his life permanently. And not only his life - it has actually changed him! Like on a chemical level of his body and forced particular makeovers of it. Will he locate the remedy or will he find the means to approve his brand-new identification?. Comply with the tale and make your decisions to see what will take place!

Before the accident, life was predictable – work, friends, the occasional night out. But everything shattered that day underground. The accident wasn’t just physical destruction; it unleashed something deeper, a mutation coursing through his veins.

As his body started to morph, grotesque yet fascinating changes took hold – new senses sharpened, skin shifting texture, strength surging unpredictably.

The world around him felt colder, more alien, as he grappled with the shock of his own transformation.

You’re pulled into this dark, twisted journey where every choice matters - do you hunt for a cure in shadowy labs and forgotten alleys?

The game challenges you to explore not just physical landscapes, but the blurred boundaries of identity and survival.

Are you ready to dive headfirst into this harrowing adventure, where every decision twists the knife deeper into his fate?

Whole thing plays in my head like a burlesque routine I never got to put on stage. Fate girls, but not the polite kind you show to your vanilla friends from Reddit. This feels more like the back room after the show when the corsets are half open and everyone is a little too drunk on their own tits. It takes that Fate vibe and just squeezes it, literally, like the dev asked “what if the Holy Grail was actually a pair of gigantic boobs wrapped around your cock” and never walked that idea back. Plot is basically “Master, you like my breasts?” and honestly that is already a stronger motivation than half the visual novels on Nutaku. You land in scenes where the tits arrive first, character names second. Saber-looking girl with armor that exists only from the waist down, a Caster type who clearly spent all her mana on cup size, and I swear one of them has a breast window so deep I could fall face first and disappear for a weekend.

The vibe is slow, sticky, focused. There is this one scene I still keep replaying in my head: you are sitting there, cock already out like the game just assumes your pants did not survive the title screen, and she leans in with this smug “I know exactly what I am doing” face. No rushing to penetration, just her wrapping those huge soft things around you, adjusting her grip like a dancer finding the right balance on stage. The little slide of skin-on-skin, the way her fingers squeeze from the sides so the nipples kiss along the shaft with each stroke, that tiny detail killed me more than any cumshot CG. And the facial close up when she feels your cock twitch between her boobs, this mix of pride and hunger? Yeah, I choreographed a whole fan dance in my head around that, slow circles of feathers following the rhythm of her tits pumping. The game pretends to be parody but sometimes it feels more honest than the source, like “forget saving humanity, this is the real contract.”

It is funny because nothing super complex happens. Mostly tits and cock and that’s it. No harem chaos, no map hopping, no stupid grind. Just a focused worship of massive breasts and the poor bastard pinned between them. Scenes hit hard, even when the animation is stiff or the loop feels a bit cheap. Like, I complained in my mind about the way her hair clips into her chest, then two seconds later I am groaning because the next frame lines your tip perfectly with her cleavage and my brain just shuts up. Some transitions are awkward, like the cumshot comes a bit too early or the camera jumps, but it almost feels right, like sex where you miss the beat and both laugh, then keep going. It is Fate, but only the parts every fan secretly wanted: the girls turning that big cock into their personal Holy Grail ritual. Dare to pretend you clicked it “just for the parody” and not because those big tits had your name written all over them.

This one is basically a horny little confession letter wrapped in a visual novel, written by someone who definitely has a redhead fetish and probably too many secret folders in their browser. You play the curious stepbrother, walking around the house thinking she is just your hot, moody stepsis with huge tits and attitude, while she is quietly wrestling with the fact that her “secret” is not some cute tattoo but a thick futa cock she is hiding under those shorts. The whole tone is “I shouldn’t want this but I absolutely do,” and the game milks that for every awkward look, every too-long stare, every “accidental” touch. It starts almost wholesome and then veers straight into “oh shit, we are really doing this” territory once his curiosity turns from “why is she so distant” into “why is she blushing when I sit too close and why the hell is something bulging under her skirt.”

What I liked is that her futa side is not treated like a cheap punchline. She is insecure, kind of prickly, and uses humor as armor. The script actually leans into that. She cracks dirty jokes, roasts you for being a horny idiot, then immediately goes shy when you compliment her. One scene where the MC walks in on her half dressed and she is desperately trying to hide her cock using a pillow had me snort-laughing, not because of clown humor, but because it was exactly that kind of “I am doomed” panic. And then, when the cat is out of the bag and he realizes his stepsister is packing something bigger than his ego, the vibe flips from teasing to heavy domination really fast. There is a point where she pins him to the bed, her tits in his face, cock throbbing against his stomach, genuinely asking “you sure you want this?” even though the answer is obvious from the way he is already leaking. The game goes full futa on male, no coy fade to black, with long CG shots that linger on penetration, precum threads, messy faces. It is explicit without pretending to be classy. Also, whoever drew the veins on her shaft was clearly very proud of them. She uses that thing like it owes her money.

The humor sticks around even during the dirty bits, which helps a lot. She keeps calling him “pervy little stepbro” while choking him with her cock, which should not be as hot as it is. The step fantasy is leaned on hard but played with a wink, like the game knows you have been on Pornhub and is just giving you the upgraded VN version. Some choices are basically “do you want to be a brat and get dominated harder, or be obedient and get rewarded with her using your mouth like an onahole,” and both routes end with your ass getting claimed anyway. The writing occasionally trips over its own English in a way that made me think of old fan translations on Fakku, but honestly it kind of fits the trashy charm. It is not trying to be deep, it just wants to show you a busty, sarcastic redhead stepsister with a massive dick absolutely wrecking the guy who thought he was the one doing the seducing. You open it in one tab, forget your other apps exist, and suddenly your keyboard needs a wipe.

Mythos feels like somebody smashed together a late night crime podcast, a horny anime parody and that weird urban legend subreddit you scroll on your phone when you should be sleeping, then sprinkled way too many tits on top and said “yeah, this is fine”. You pick if you’re playing as a guy or a girl right at the start, and it actually matters, not just in “pronoun changed, congrats” way. Some scenes twist a bit depending on your body, who stares at you, who you can seduce, whose hand “accidentally” lands on your ass in the train when the lights flicker and the supernatural stuff leaks through. There is this first big moment where you’re at Lisa’s memorial, staring at a photo of your ex who got murdered in some fucked up way nobody wants to explain, and two completely different types of people hit on you almost at the same time: a smug cop with that “I’m totally abusing my badge” vibe, and this soft spoken girl with huge tits spilling out of a tight uniform that should absolutely not be legal in a public place. The game doesn’t stop to tell you “this is a choice”. It just lets you go horny detective or horny victim or both and quietly tracks who you want to bend you over later.

Sex is not just “reward unlocked, here’s generic bouncing”. You’re running around this fake-modern city where vampires are landlords, tentacle things hang out in dark alleys like drunk ninjas and one busty elf professor keeps “tutoring” you after class, squeezing your thigh while talking about mythology like she isn’t about to slide under the desk and wrap her lips around you. There is a scene at a cheap business hotel during a “vacation” that is not really a vacation. You’re supposed to investigate, but instead you spend half the night pinned against the balcony railing by a frustrated MILF who is technically someone’s wife and technically not human and technically doesn’t give a fuck. She rides you slow while the neon signs below blink and you can choose if you pull out or let her take every drop and feel that messy creampie drip down her inner thighs while she laughs and calls you a good little snack. Later the same day, basically in the same clothes, the story casually throws you into this awful netorare-ish angle where you watch through a half open door as a different woman you got close to is getting pounded by some supernatural asshole with a cock way bigger than yours. The game lets you peek, or walk away, or join and turn it into harem chaos. If you stay hidden, you see her begging for more, getting titfucked until her face is glazed and you can’t decide if you hate her, hate yourself, or just want in. And that mood, that messy mix of comedy, jealousy, horror and “fuck it, let’s suck his balls too”, that’s pretty much Mythos all the way through, jumping between murder clues, meme jokes, romance sweetness, corruption temptations and stupidly hot tentacle scenes in the dark where you swear you’re still solving a case while something slimy is filling your ass and your mouth at the same time.

A husband, a stupid fight, and that sick feeling in your gut when you suddenly notice how short your own shadow looks next to another guy’s. That is basically where this story sits, grinning at you. You follow this poor bastard of a husband who starts the evening thinking he is “the man of the house” and ends up wondering if his wife is getting her pussy filled by somebody taller, thicker, and a lot more confident. The game plays like a teasing lecture about NTR, but not in a cold way. It is like a drunk friend whispering in your ear, “You see that guy talking to your wife? Yeah, that is how it starts.” The visuals sell that uneasy vibe: soft, slow camera-like cuts, those slightly too-long pauses on her lips when she smiles at someone else, her shirt clinging in all the right places, and his eyes squinting like he is trying not to imagine her on her knees, drool on another man’s shaft. The pace is not rushed, it pokes you. You get moments where almost nothing “big” happens, just small looks, off-hand comments, her phone lighting up with a message while she is in the shower and you are left staring at the screen, imagining every filthy word she might be reading.

There is a strong “PSA from hell” vibe, yeah, like some horny officer in a police comedy explaining step by step how your wife goes from “I would never cheat” to getting her ass slapped by a stranger in some cheap hotel on vacation. The husband is technically the male protagonist, but it never really feels like you are in control. You are more like a ghost stuck in his skull, dragged through his jealousy, his twisted fantasies, his humiliation. One scene that hit hard: he is sitting on the bed, replaying his argument with his wife, and his brain starts playing its own porn parody. Suddenly she is there in his mind, bent over the kitchen counter, big tits pressed on the cold surface, some smug bastard gripping her hips while she moans his name instead. The sounds get louder than his own thoughts. Little sticky lip noises, wet slaps, her breathy “harder” that he is not sure she ever said to him in real life. The game leans into that: you never know where reality stops and his corrupted imagination starts. Sometimes you see Sara in normal everyday clothes, then next transition she is in a tight uniform, unbuttoned just enough, or a cheap lingerie set that looks like it was bought for someone else’s eyes. You get flashes of oral, her cheeks hollowed around a thick cock, but it cuts away too soon, almost mocking you. And in the middle of all this, the tone suddenly slides into this weird humor, like a wink to those who know Konosuba jokes and tentacle memes, like the narrator is some half-drunk wiz giving you “NTR survival tips” while the real lesson is just: if you feel it happening, it probably started a long time ago, back when you ignored how she smiled at her “friend” a little too much. The game never holds your hand. It kind of laughs while you squirm.

Natsuki really should stop going on vacation. Every time this woman leaves her house, someone ends up buried deep inside her who is not her husband, and honestly, I respect the commitment to bad choices. This time it is supposed to be a fancy hotel date with Yoshihiko, grown up, classy, proper married couple stuff. Champagne, soft music, the kind of evening you post to Instagram with some fake quote about everlasting love, you know? Then they get shuffled into sharing a table with Tatsuki, this rich old gentleman with that polite smile that screams "I have ruined plenty of marriages and slept just fine after." The story just quietly slides from warm romance into that queasy, horny territory where you already know everything is about to go wrong, you just do not know how fast. Half the erotic tension is in the way the game makes you sit through all the little social details: knees brushing under the table, wine being poured a little too slowly, his hand resting a bit too near her thigh. It is not subtle, but in that good trashy drama way. Like watching a cheating wife JAV you know is scripted, but still yelling at the screen, "Girl, you are not coming back from this."

The game hits that sweet, nasty spot where you are not just watching Natsuki get corrupted, you are basically helping gravity pull her panties down. She sits there in her pretty wife uniform, acting polite, blushing when Tatsuki leans in too close, pretending to be shocked when his hand creeps up her leg under the tablecloth. And you get stuck in this loop of small choices, not big cinematic ones. Let her pull away, or let her freeze for a second longer. Let her pretend she did not notice his fingers brushing her inner thigh. Let her excuse herself to the bathroom, where of course the "gentleman" just happens to follow and pin her softly to the wall, whispering about how she tasted that summer, like he is remembering a favorite dessert instead of someone else’s wife. It is cruel in that slow way, where her wedding ring is always right there in the frame while she is getting her mouth stuffed or her legs pushed apart. She gives these little protests, especially at first, all "we cannot, I am married now, I love Yoshi" while her body is already grinding on his cock, her breasts bouncing out of her dress, nipples slipping free. There is one scene at the hotel room door that almost broke me: she tries to go back to her faithful husband, eyes wet, then turns around and walks back down the hall to Tatsuki’s room instead, like her feet just betrayed her. No big speech, no huge drama, just a quiet, horny surrender. Next shot, she is on all fours on his bed, ass up, wedding ring shining while he pumps her full and she moans his name instead of "husband." It is mean. It is hot. It is that kind of story where the second time she cheats feels worse and better at the same time, and you sit there, lonely, clicking through it all on your phone and wondering why fictional people get more intense sex than you ever did.

In this naughty tale by Games of Desire, Aang is driven by a taboo desire to transform into Princess Azula and claim the power of the Avatar. The path to power isn’t just about bending air or fire; Aang has to get familiar with his massive cock to unlock new levels and rewards.

The storyline plunges you into a graphic mix of lust, power, and transformation, where every titjob and cumshot fuels Aang’s rise to the ultimate throne. The game merges the beloved world of Avatar with explicit adult themes, making each step toward Azula’s crown a tantalizing mix of story and sin.

With the complete edition, dive into an immersive experience where Aang’s growth depends on your skillful navigation of both his bending abilities and his insatiable cock. For those who want a blend of fantasy, power struggles, and explicit adult content, this game delivers on all fronts.

Guide Aang through a journey of forbidden pleasures and elemental mastery, where his enormous cock becomes just as important as his bending prowess.

You start as this pretty elf who looks like they should be in some noble court drama, but five minutes in you’re on your knees for a horned bastard twice your size and suddenly the “high fantasy” vibe kind of changes flavor. The game leans hard into that contrast: shiny forests, temples, old ruins, then some orc drags you behind a broken wall and uses you like he’s trying to break a training dummy. And it actually fits. The world feels like one long road where every race is horny, pissed off, or both. One moment you’re talking to a dwarf merchant about some ancient artifact, the next he’s slamming you face-first into a pile of furs, beard scratching your thighs while he fucks you like you owe him rent. It has that feeling of a porn comic that just forgot to be subtle and decided every “hello” has a 60% chance of turning into a group scene.

The interesting part is how the game keeps pretending you have control. Dialog choices feel like: “Flirt politely”, “Openly beg for it”, “Tell them to fuck off”, and all three can still end with you pinned under someone’s huge cock, just with different dirty talk on the way there. I had one scene with a draenei paladin where I tried to play proud and cold, refused his help in a fight, and lost. Woke up tied to his camp stake, his cock already hard and pressed against my ass while he told me that arrogant elves need discipline. Tried to resist again in the dialog, he just laughed and went in rough, stretching me out slow, like he wanted me to feel exactly how big he was. Zero mercy, but it never felt random. The game remembers if you acted bratty ten scenes before, and some characters treat you like a toy who needs to learn. Others like a prize that must be worshiped with tongue first, then ruined. I had a demon talk to me all gentle while swallowing me almost whole on his lap, like he was doing me a favor by rearranging my guts.

What sticks is how scenes keep escalating. You think “ok, that was the big one”, then later you get tossed into some ruined chapel with an orc, a human knight, and a horned beast waiting, and nobody is arguing who gets the first hole, they just grab you and start sharing. They pull you open like you’re made for it, one forcing your jaw wide, another shoving into your ass so hard you feel your whole body jerk, and some third bastard just uses your hand as if he owns it. It gets filthy quick, spit, sweat, cum on your face, your tits bouncing while your back arches against cold stone. And stupid detail, but the dirty talk sometimes hits way too close: being called “little elf flesh” by a snarling orc while his cock is already halfway in you is both humiliating and hot. I hate that the interface has those tiny buttons in the corner that feel like they were made for ants, but then I forget it when a minotaur presses you on your stomach, pushes your legs apart like they’re nothing, and you watch the screen fill with him stretching you to the limit, your body giving up and taking it. It’s not a polite game. It’s a “you will get used and maybe you’ll start liking it” game, and it leans into that with a grin.