It’s weird how this game makes guilt feel sexy. You wake up inside someone else’s head - not just anyone, but that stretchy mom-hero everyone secretly had a thing for back when Pixar still pretended innocence. The premise should be grim, revenge and all that, but the tone keeps slipping between sad and horny, like the dev couldn’t decide if it’s therapy or foreplay. The way control shifts feels personal, almost too intimate. It’s not just mind control; it’s like the game’s trying to pry into your own urges while you’re prying into hers. And maybe I’m reading too much into polygons, but when she touches herself, it’s never about lust alone - it’s about realizing her hands aren’t really hers anymore. That mechanic where you can *feel* the resistance in her movements is unsettling in a delicious way.

There’s this one scene with the aunt - yeah, the bakery one - where she talks to you like she *knows* you’re there, like she’s been waiting for the voice in her head to finally answer back. It’s creepy and tender, then suddenly it’s just obscene. I laughed because the transition was so abrupt it felt real. The body models aren’t flawless either, and that helps. A little awkward jiggle, fingers clipping through skin, like even the code itself can’t believe what’s happening. The audio’s inconsistent - sometimes soft breathing, sometimes nothing at all, dead silence while something filthy goes down. It’s that silence that hits hardest. You start thinking, maybe she’s ashamed. Maybe you are.

I hate the damn save menu though. Always pops right when things get heated, like the universe reminding you this isn’t real. But maybe that’s what makes it stick. It’s messy, it’s wrong, and it lingers afterwards like a guilty text you never sent. You’ll probably close it and tell yourself you didn’t enjoy it that much. You’re lying.

Crossunder Academy looks at you and goes, “yeah, you’re the new kid, you don’t know shit, but here, have power anyway.” You roll in thinking it’s just another school VN with some tits glued on, and then they throw you into the Student Council and suddenly you’re the class president, fake tie, fake responsibilities, and very real chances to fuck half the campus if you don’t screw it up. It starts tame, like a dating sim pretending to be serious: club budgets, school events, that kind of filler. Then you figure out every boring “proposal” conversation is basically foreplay. The shy club rep who wants more money for “equipment” leans over your desk a bit too far, blouse a little too tight, and you’ve got the classic choice pop-up: act professional, tease her, or slide right into horny territory and test how far she’s willing to go to get that funding. You know which one you click. Don’t lie.

The fun part is how it mixes the puzzle feeling with porn without turning into some clicker trash. You’re not matching gems or anything stupid like that, you’re juggling scenes. Say the wrong thing to one girl and she gets jealous when you’re alone with her teacher later, and suddenly that nice slow blowjob under the desk becomes “sorry, I can’t, people will talk.” Say the right thing and the same teacher is on her knees, glasses fogged up, working your cock like she’s grading on a curve. Some routes feel like you’re solving a horny jigsaw puzzle with horny pieces. You’re planning event schedules while secretly thinking, “ok, if Hermione-clone student nerd and that thick aunt-looking lunch lady are both there, can I push them into some exhibitionist shit?” and sometimes the game actually lets you pull it off. There are moments where the camera settles into POV and it’s just you, her big tits pressed right into the frame, your cock between them for a messy titfuck, and the sound design goes from cartoony to “oh, someone actually cared here.” Then next scene a different girl is doing this ahegao face like she’s auditioning for a meme compilation and it almost kills the mood, but you keep clicking because, well, creampie counter is not going to fill itself.

It leans hard into the fantasy faculty and campus girls archetypes. You’ve got the prim bookworm who clearly wants to be ruined in the library after hours, the fake innocent student council girl who’s absolutely into groping behind closed doors, the curvy “tradwife” type who talks about cooking and chores while riding you raw, and that one busty older woman that might as well have “MILF” written on her forehead. Half the time you’re trying to act like a respectable president in meetings, half the time you’re lining up which corridor to “inspect” so you can corner someone and see how far she’ll go if the hallway cameras are “mysteriously” off. There’s teasing everywhere, a little too much sometimes: she’s in your lap, skirt hiked up, grinding on you, moaning in your ear about how wrong it is in a school setting, and the scene still stalls until you pick the right dialog line before it lets you finally push inside. When it does click though, the game doesn’t flinch: deep throat, sloppy oral, thick ass bouncing in your lap, cum inside, cum outside, cum on her face while she’s making that stupid cross-eyed expression. It’s messy, a bit goofy, sometimes hot as hell, sometimes clunky as fuck, but it feels like an actual degenerate school fantasy where your choices matter just enough to make you paranoid you missed one more filthy route.

Every time someone thinks they’ve seen it all in adult games, something like this lands on my screen and ruins my emotional equilibrium for a week. The title doesn’t tempt so much as it threatens, whispering that sort of “you won’t survive this, champ” energy. I went in expecting cheap smut; came out feeling like the game had crawled into my DMs and roasted me in front of everyone. You start as this soft little guy (the type who apologizes to his reflection) surrounded by girls who don’t just steal your dignity - they borrow it like a lighter, forget to return it, and then post stories about it. It’s filthy, but it knows it’s filthy, and somehow that makes it worse. I loved it. Or hated it. I’m still not sure.

What kills me is how funny it gets at the worst possible moments. Like, you’re halfway through this intense humiliation arc - Makima’s voice in your ear, a camera glitch flashing like divine judgment - and suddenly there’s this dumb pop-up referencing old memes that no one should remember. It breaks the tension just enough to make you snort, then it slaps you with another round of moaning audio so realistically mixed it makes your phone warm. Sometimes the choices feel meaningless, but maybe that’s the point? The dev clearly hates you, or loves you too much, or both. And don’t get me started on the night scene with Gwen Stacy - it’s not even about her, it’s about that tiny moral failure leaking from every pixel. You blink, and suddenly everyone is naked, cruel, and somehow emotionally devastating.

I’m giving it my personal “Best Game To Make You Question Your Internet Habits” award. Because between the absurd power plays, the totally unnecessary pregnancy subplot nobody asked for, and the occasional dialog line that sounds like a drunk AI philosopher, this thing dances between parody and therapy session. I tried to hate it but couldn’t; it’s just too confident in its own madness. Every edge feels like a dare. And yeah, I still hear her voice. Not sure that’s healthy.

Didn’t expect a parody game about cartoon moms and princesses to hit that weird sweet spot between trashy and oddly sincere, but here we are. It starts all innocent - bright colors, the kind of smooth animation that screams “safe for work” for about five seconds before the camera decides it’s not. The first scene with Violet trying to figure herself out (and failing, spectacularly) caught me off guard. She fumbles, she blushes, she *asks questions* like a real person instead of a scripted puppet. Then Helen shows up, and the tone flips. Suddenly it’s not awkward anymore, it’s charged - like someone turned the thermostat up but forgot to tell the characters. I laughed once, then shut up quick. Didn’t expect to feel anything, honestly.

The transitions are too slow, though. Like, you can feel the kinetic novel format dragging its feet sometimes, holding poses too long between lines. But the writing sneaks up on you - it’s not clever, but it’s self-aware enough to poke fun at itself. Elsa and Anna showing up later? Total chaos. The kind of chaos that makes you question who’s actually in control - the player, the “director,” or the girls themselves just deciding they’re done pretending. There’s one scene - you’ll know when you see it - where everything goes from soft kisses to something much rougher, and you can practically hear the line snapping between “curious” and “corrupted.” And yeah, the POV angles are shameless, but that’s kind of the point. It’s not pretending to be art, even when it accidentally becomes it for a frame or two.

What sticks isn’t the sex (though, okay, the anal bit was animated way too well for a parody). It’s that weird emotional aftertaste - like watching a bootleg Disney ending where nobody gets redeemed, they just get *real*. The soundtrack fades out, the light lingers on sweat-slick skin, and you realize the game never promised catharsis, just exposure. And somehow, that’s more honest than most “serious” adult titles trying to act profound.

This thing hits you in the face right away. You open it and the game just starts calling you a pathetic virgin like it knows what tabs you had open before. Male protagonist, first year uni in late 90s Wales, stuck in that ugly campus mix of shitty carpet, nicotine stains, and horny brain. Everyone thinks you will die alone, and frankly the game agrees. Then the goth girl walks in like a walking middle finger to your self-esteem. Tall, boots, chains, black lipstick that looks like it tastes of smoke and cheap vodka. She is not your cute “secretly soft” goth. She is full female domination mode. She enjoys humiliating you, and the game really lets her. Public teasing in hallways, denial until you literally beg, exhibitionism moments where she pushes you close to being seen, and then pulls away only to grind on someone actually confident while you watch from the corner. If you hate netorare, this is a hate crime. If you like it, you will have your hand on your phone more than on your textbook.

What caught me off guard is how the corruption is not only sexual but social. The more you let her step on you, the more other people on campus join the act, and the POV stuff gets nasty. You see her big ass riding someone else through a cracked door while you are forced to hold her bag like an idiot. Or she sends you pics of her sucking off a dude from the football team, with your unread essays visible on your desk in the background. There is voyeurism everywhere, even when you are not the viewer. Sometimes you are the thing being watched: being paraded around as the loser virgin toy in a group chat that you are not even allowed to post in. The game even throws a milf teacher at you, but in that mean way, like, you think “finally, someone kind” and suddenly you are watching her get pounded by a classmate while she grades your paper with a red pen and one hand on his abs. The humor is cruel and honestly kind of funny, like that scene where your phone autocorrects “please” to “pee” while you are begging her to let you cum, and she just runs with it in a way I am still slightly disturbed by. There is a whole mobile phone layer built into the game, with apps that feel suspiciously like WhatsApp and Instagram where you keep scrolling old chats trying to find where exactly your dignity died, then getting distracted by AI generated CG of her in a “maybe pregnant, maybe not” ending that hits way harder than it should. I still cannot forgive the tiny thing where notification sounds are slightly off from real apps and my brain kept twitching every single time, but yeah, I kept playing anyway.

Step into the forbidden world of Mareth, a network of orbs where you find no easy way out. Giving up isn’t in your nature, and now every cracked path, every shadowed corner holds a test of will you’re determined to face. No matter what horrors await, you push forward, driven by a hunger that won’t let you quit until you uncover the secret hidden deep within these endless globes.

This isn’t just another quest - it’s an gritty journey carved out in text-based roleplay form, packed full of raw encounters and mature themes that twist the story into something unforgettable. Each choice you make pulls you deeper into Mareth’s mysteries and forces you to confront more than just physical obstacles. Your strength and darkest urges will be tested as you meet characters who offer both danger and tangled seduction.

Every step is a gamble, and every decision can bring you closer to freedom or plunge you further into the globes’ sinister grip. You’ll gather clues, unlock forbidden secrets, and confront foes who don’t just want to stop you - they want to consume you, break you, own you. But surrender isn’t an option, and your relentless drive keeps you battling through blood, sweat, and temptation.

The game’s rich narrative hooks you with vivid descriptions that breathe life into Mareth’s haunting halls and fiery encounters. The adult content is woven seamlessly with the plot, creating an immersive world where pleasure and peril intertwine. Will you use your cunning and carnal instincts to manipulate others? Or will raw strength and determination be your weapon of choice?

Mareth is a place where no one escapes unscathed - physically or emotionally. As you fight to unravel the truth behind your imprisonment, each chapter uncovers darker layers of corruption, lust, and power struggles that force you to adapt, seduce, or destroy. The choices are yours, and every path leads to consequences you won’t soon forget.

If you thrive on tension, twisted plots, and unfiltered eroticism, this text-based adventure is built for you. Step inside Mareth and test your limits in a world that demands everything from you - resilience, cunning, and a willingness to dive headfirst into the abyss. Are you ready to claim what’s waiting beyond those impossible walls?

Begin your daring escape without delay and see if you have what it takes to survive Mareth’s relentless grip and emerge victorious, or become just another lost soul swallowed by its dark embrace.

Cursed roadtrip with three hot girls and a van that smells a little like old socks. That is basically the whole vibe here, but with ghosts, tentacles, and enough cheating drama to fill a Reddit relationship thread. You play the classic “nice guy but kinda loser” who suddenly becomes the driver, bodyguard, emotional trash can, and occasional sex god for Bianca, Tori and Zoe on the way to a DJ festival in the middle of nowhere. The game starts like some regular romance thing, all POV shots of thighs in tiny shorts and flirty teasing in the van, but it slowly slides into paranormal horny chaos where you are not sure if you are seducing them or if some cursed mansion is seducing all of you together. In a good way. Or a very bad way, depending how you feel about tentacles grabbing a girl’s tits while she rides you on a dusty sofa.

The strongest thing here is how the game makes the girls feel actually different. Bianca acts like the loyal girlfriend type at first, very “I shouldn’t, I have a boyfriend” while her top is one deep breath away from a full titfuck. Zoe is the smug one who likes to poke your ego, call you pathetic, then accidentally moan when you grope her in a dark hallway because she “thought it was a ghost.” Tori is the chill party girl with a big ass that the camera loves more than story logic. One moment you are listening to them argue about room arrangements in the hotel, next moment you are in a POV blowjob scene where she is trying to prove she can be “quiet” and fails so hard you expect the neighbors to call the cops. There are multiple endings, so your choices actually matter. You can be the corrupted asshole who happily fucks his cousin’s girlfriend and lets the mansion eat her soul, or the reluctant guy who resists some of the netorare stuff and tries to play hero. It pretends to be romance, but the game really wants you to press all the wrong options and ruin everyone’s morals.

The sex variety is messy in a fun way. There is standard vanilla vaginal sex with creampie closeups, lazy titfucks where the girl is kind of annoyed but still sliding those big tits around your cock, a surprisingly tender handjob in the van while the other two sleep, and then the mansion parts where it gets into BDSM, choking, chains on the bed, paranormal groping, tentacles sliding under skirts and making a girl climax while she begs you to “pull them out” but you obviously don’t, because the animation is too good. The corruption angle slowly ramps, so first you just sneak a look at cleavage, then later you are ordering one girl to lick another while you watch, and somehow the game keeps a straight face like it is character development. POV helps a lot here, it feels like the entire world is just bouncing asses and open mouths directed at you. Sometimes the mobile controls are a bit annoying when you try to pick a choice and the tap hits the log instead, but nobody is reading the dialogue anyway once the milf ghost shows up and decides you need oral sex as “payment” for staying the night. There is even a kind of soft NTR moment where you watch Bianca doing something she swore she would never do and the game lets you keep going or stop her, pretending you still have a moral compass left. You probably don’t.

As the newly recruited aide to Clara Loft, a celebrated British archaeologist with a flair for danger and desire, your journey begins. The adventure blends provocative scenes with biting comedy and cheeky pop culture callbacks, making every interaction unpredictable and charged.

Her seductive charm, paired with a sharp mind and a body that won’t quit, challenges you to navigate more than just archaeological puzzles.

The path you carve through flirtation, sexual tension, and trust will determine not only your future but Clara’s as well.

The adult content doesn’t hold back - expect passionate masturbation, voyeuristic thrills, and rough combat intertwined with sensual moments, all animated and voiced to immerse you fully.

Solving ancient riddles and surviving hostile encounters add layers to the narrative, ensuring the adventure stays intense beyond the bedroom.

Embracing the spirit of Lara Croft’s legacy, this title mixes parody, sex, and adventure into a twisted tale where your choices ignite every scene.

In the end, it’s your moves that determine if you conquer the tombs, her heart, or simply succumb to the intoxicating chaos of the journey.

The first thing I thought after a few minutes was - why does it feel like a fever dream made by someone who got lost between a lab manual and a wet dream? The tone is weirdly confident, like the game knows it’s absurd and just leans into it. One moment you’re staring at a microscope screen, the next a pair of soft giggles echo in your ear and you forget there’s supposed to be *science* involved. The twins - god, they’re both trouble in different flavors. The older one pretends she’s got morals, the younger one pretends nothing at all matters. They circle you like cats, teasing until you can’t tell who’s leading anymore. It’s the kind of harem setup that should feel predictable, but doesn’t, because everyone acts like they’ve read too many philosophy posts on Twitter and now weaponize flirting as research.

There’s this one scene - animated in that slow, almost-too-smooth way - where she’s trying to keep a serious conversation while her hand is very much *not* serious, and you can feel the POV shake like the dev forgot to stabilize it. It’s oddly intimate, messy even, which I liked more than I expected. The humor sneaks in during those in-between breaths; the hero mutters something about “empirical data” right before a creampie moment, and it’s so dumb it becomes sexy again. Sometimes the pacing flatlines, like the game just needed a cigarette break. Other times it spikes into this blurry intensity that makes you forget your phone is heating up in your hand. I still don’t get the romance angle though - it’s half sincere, half ironic, like everyone’s pretending not to be lonely while naked.

I keep thinking how the visuals give everyone that soft plastic shine, but I don’t even care after a while. The dialogue is clumsy and weirdly poetic, like it was translated by someone half-drunk on dopamine. There’s a virgin subplot I wanted to hate, but then it turns awkward and human and suddenly I did care. I started imagining sketching the twins, one smirking, one looking away, both glowing under fake lab light. Maybe that’s the spell - it’s trashy and stupid and kind of brilliant.