Angel Perversion looks at that classic “guardian angel” fantasy and just goes, ok, but what if she was horny, impatient, and a little bit of a dictator in a cute outfit. It’s a short kinetic visual novel, so you’re not here to min-max routes or grind affection stats. No choices, no branching, just you being dragged along while this angel decides your dick and your life need “correction.” As a gamification nerd, honestly, I kind of like how blunt that is. The “progression system” is basically her losing respect for divine rules while gaining interest in your cock. That’s the level-up curve. No menu needed.

The first time she appears over the poor guy’s bed, all soft glow and big tits squeezed into that not-even-pretending-to-be-holy outfit, it feels like the game is setting up a standard “comforting guardian” vibe. Then she starts talking. She’s not satisfied with how timid he is, how he fails at basic life stuff, and she sure as hell isn’t satisfied with how little action he gets. So she just… intervenes. Not in a sweet way. Think more “I’m your angel, you’re my toy, and I’ll fix this mess by using your body like it belongs to me.” There’s a scene where she pins him by the wrists, teases the hell out of him with slow oral, then switches to riding him just because she’s bored of his moaning pace. Zero negotiation. It’s not subtle, but it’s hot if you’re into male dom flavored from her side but with that vibe of “I control everything, including when you finally get to fuck me properly.”

Every bit of her is designed to distract you from the fact you’re not choosing anything. Big ass that bounces when she grinds down on him, tits that move just enough during those animated thrusts to make you forget this is basically a linear slideshow with motion. She uses toys on him and on herself, not because the story needs it, just because she’s experimenting with how far she can push him before he breaks. There’s this one moment where she jerks him with a toy pressed tight against his ass, whispering that he doesn’t deserve heaven yet, then forces him deep insider her and demands a creampie like it’s some holy sacrament. I actually laughed a bit and still had a hard-on, which is like, the perfect eroge brain glitch.

I should say, the “cheating” angle is handled in this weird “technicality” way. He’s got a girl in his life, and the angel treats that like a cute obstacle, not a moral wall. She practically encourages him to treat mortal promises as small print while she gives him heavenly pussy and oral that would convert an atheist. There’s a quick sequence where he worries about being faithful and she basically shuts him up with her tongue on his balls. Honest talk, that’s fucked up, but it fits the game’s whole “angel gone feral” thing. The fantasy vibes are there, halos and light and all, but it’s mostly background to justify why she can appear, bend him over, and then vanish like nothing happened. I do wish they used more of the angel lore stuff for actual progression, though. Like, give me a sin-meter or something.

What annoyed me, and this is small but it kept poking at my brain, is the way the UI highlight color doesn’t really match her color palette. Total tiny detail, but every time I clicked forward, it felt off. Anyway. Mechanically, leveling here is more emotional than numeric. You watch this guy go from passive loser to someone who fucks his own guardian angel hard, grabbing her hips while she begs for more. At the same time, she goes from detached celestial being to a needy pervert who can’t stop asking for “just one more” creampie, like she’s addicted to corrupting her own mission. It’s kind of like watching a skill tree grow sideways instead of up. The pacing is fast, some scenes feel rushed, like a skipped animation frame during anal where you think “wait, we already switched position?” but maybe that’s just me being spoiled by longer VNs. Still, when she’s riding him, wings trembling, drooling on his chest while he thrusts into her, the lack of choices stops mattering and it just feels like a straight-to-the-point fantasy that forgot to pretend it’s pure.

Chrono Harem: Artifact of Syr feels like something a horny engineer cooked up on his lunch break and then accidentally made too addictive. You start as this regular dude in the present, nothing special, scrolling your phone on the train and suddenly you’re neck deep in time bullshit and alien tech that keeps pulling you into a shiny sci-fi future. One second you’re flirting with a thick milf in yoga pants who pretends she doesn’t notice how you stare at her ass when she bends over, next second you blink and you’re in this sterile, glowing lab where a girl with huge tits in a tight futuristic suit is explaining timelines while your eyes are glued to her cleavage. The game pretends it cares about “timeline balance” and “destiny” and all that, but half the time you’re just trying to decide if you wanna finish the handjob in the present or jump to the future to see if the ahegao scientist will let you go further this time.

What I like is how it keeps mixing the ordinary boring daily stuff with straight up porn fantasy. You wake up, check messages, maybe meet a milf neighbor who leans close to “fix your collar” and pushes her big tits right in your face, and you know already it’s going to end with her on the couch, legs open, you buried inside her, her face twisted into that full ahegao, drool on her chin and those stupid hearts in her eyes. Then later, in the future timeline, there’s this scene where one of the girls pins you to some weird sci-fi chair, starts stroking you slow while asking “for test data”, and when you finally cum she looks almost offended she got covered, then licks it off her fingers like it was planned all along. The animations make those little moments hit harder, like when a girl is riding you and her big ass actually bounces, cheeks smacking lightly while she moans into your ear, or when she slides down on your dick in one smooth motion and her stomach flexes, mouth wide open, tongue out, eyes rolled back. Sometimes the faces are a bit weird and plastic and I hate that, but then again, when she’s sucking you off and her lips shine and her head moves faster, you kinda forget everything else.

There’s a funny contrast between the “save the future” vibe and the fact that every path seems to end with you getting some kind of pussy. Even the “serious” scenes turn horny fast. One girl is explaining some artifact lore and halfway through she’s already on her knees, unzipping you and giving you this slow, sloppy blowjob, her cheeks hollowing in and out, spit running down your shaft. Another moment you have this calm talk on a balcony about choices and fate, then she just turns around, lifts her skirt, shows off her huge ass in tight panties, and you just know you’re going to end up fucking her from behind, her tits swinging with every thrust. The game loves vaginal sex most, there’s a lot of angles where you see yourself pushing in all the way, her body shivering and that shocked ahegao popping up just when you slam deep. Sometimes I wish there was one girl who wasn’t stacked like a hentai poster, but that’s never happening and I already accepted it. It’s dirty, shameless, very male-protagonist brain, and it sort of feels like watching your horny browser history turn into a time travel story you can poke at on your phone while pretending you’re just playing a “normal” game.

Debt in porn games is like isekai in anime: it just keeps happening and nobody goes to therapy. Here, it actually feels nasty though. You start as this guy whose family name sounds richer than his bank account, and in one shitty morning everything collapses. Debt collectors at the door, mom trying to keep her voice steady, that gross feeling in your stomach when you realize the house, the women around you, your whole so-called “normal” life is basically on auction. Then the game goes “ok, what are you willing to do” and it doesn’t blink. That’s when it gets fun and kind of fucked up in the same time. You’re not just clicking through sex scenes, you’re pushing people who trust you, spying on them, letting yourself be used, or using them harder. I felt a bit shitty and still clicked every dirty option I could find.

The whole family is hot in that over-the-top porn way but the writing leans more into the vibe of, like, a messy drama show that accidentally turned into a hentai. Your mom has that tired milf energy, the kind where you can see she’s holding the house together with coffee and lies, and then the game lets you slowly cross lines with her. It starts with “accidental” gropes when she’s stressed and vulnerable, then you abuse the situation, help her, touch her, push her, play the good son while your hand stays on her ass a bit too long. There is a really fucked up scene where she’s crying over the debt papers and you comfort her, and the way the camera lingers when she leans into you makes it clear the game knows exactly how wrong this is and does not care at all. Same with the sisters and other women that end up orbiting you, it turns into a harem not because you’re charming, but because you learn how to use secrets, money, and their weak points. Sometimes you dominate, sometimes they pin you down and remind you that you’re not actually in charge, especially when a “strong” woman realizes she can jerk you off for information or shove a toy in you as payment for her help. There are sleep sex scenes that feel like you’re the worst person alive and voyeur scenes where you’re watching them masturbate because you set up the situation that pushed them there. Oral, creampie, spanking, all that is here, but what sticks more is the constant teasing and blackmail tone. Half of the sex feels like a negotiation, half like harassment that everyone pretends is “just this once” while moaning with that stupid ahegao face. It is trashy, morally broken, sometimes surprisingly emotional, sometimes just pure degenerate grinding for the next scene, and I kept telling myself “ok, last route” while already opening the next one on another tab.

The sky in 2059 is this ugly, sick orange, like somebody pissed on the sunset and never cleaned it. You play a guy who basically grew up in that shit, no nostalgia for the old world, no “remember when we had internet” crying. Just concrete bones of cities, blown-out highways, and horny, desperate survivors who learned pretty fast that a hard cock and a sharp weapon can both save your life, just in different ways. The whole thing is built around trying not to die while everyone around you is trying not to wear clothes. You wander through ruined malls that look like war museums, find half-melted billboards with smiling people from before, and then two minutes later you’re in a scav camp where some big-titted raider queen is laughing while she makes a guy strip naked in front of everyone because he lost a bet. She tells you to choose if you wanna join in humiliating him, help him, or just watch and jerk off behind a broken vending machine. And the fucked up part is that all three options feel valid.

What sells the game for me is how it mixes “oh shit I could die” with “oh shit I’m hard” in the same scene. Like you’ll be low on food, trading bullets for a place to sleep in an underground bunker, and the guy in charge says the only open bed is already taken by his sister. You expect some cliché, but she’s the one who looks you up and down, this tall woman with thighs like she squats cars, and asks if you have any “special talents.” You can brag about your combat skills, or you can say something like “I’m good with my hands.” That tiny choice flips everything. In one route she tests you in a training room soaked with blood and sweat, in another she just grabs your belt, shoves you against the wall, and makes you prove it with her tits bouncing in your face while her brother “guards the door” and politely pretends he doesn’t hear her moaning loud enough to wake the dead. It’s gross. It’s hot. It’s weirdly funny. And somehow you still care if your character survives the night and doesn’t bleed out later in some sewer tunnel full of feral mutants.

There’s this scene that stuck with me where you’re escorting a small group through a ruined overpass. Wind howling, chunks of car skeletons everywhere, that feeling that someone is watching. You can choose to sneak slow and careful, or move fast and loud to scare off scavengers. I picked fast, like an idiot. Snipers open fire, one of your companions gets her leg shot and you have to drag her into cover. She’s this smug, curvy trader who kept flirting with you earlier, joking she’d “pay in kind” if you helped her find a safe town. When the bullets stop and it’s just the sound of her breathing hard, she asks you to cut her pants open to check the wound. You kneel between her spread legs, knife in hand, and instead of panicking she starts teasing you, saying “You’re blushing more than I’m bleeding.” You get this choice: focus on first aid like a good little boy, or let the tension flip into something filthy right there behind a burned-out truck. If you go lewd, you’re literally eating her out while she winces and laughs, leg wrapped in a bloody bandage, telling you to go faster before someone spots you. It shouldn’t be sexy. It absolutely is. And somehow that moment changes how she talks to you later when you run out of supplies and she offers to “share body heat” in a cold storage room that’s definitely not cold anymore by the time you’re done. The game keeps doing that. Serious survival, then stupid horny, then a joke about pre-war porn nobody gets anymore, then someone’s brains explode on a wall. It’s messy, and that’s exactly why it works.

Art & Love feels like someone mashed a horny dating app with that one semester you pretended to care about “expressing yourself” in art class, then quietly used every excuse to stare at boobs. The setup is simple: you’re a dude at an art college, surrounded by students who are way too hot to be that stressed about homework. Half the time you’re pretending to focus on sketches and color theory, and the other half you’re trying not to get caught staring at an ass that basically has its own gravity. It’s very on the nose, but that’s kind of the charm. No fake epic destiny, no big fantasy world, just “here’s your campus, here’s a bunch of curvy girls, try not to bust in your pants in the first ten minutes.”

The thing that hit me first is how the game treats “everyday life.” That phrase usually means boring filler. Here it means walking into a studio and your classmate is already bent over the table, boobs pressed against the canvas because she’s “fixing the composition,” and your brain just shuts down. The animations do a lot of work in these scenes. When a girl leans in close and you can actually see her chest bounce as she adjusts her pose, or when your hand slides over a thigh in a half-accidental grope that doesn’t really look accidental, it sells the moment. Sometimes it feels almost too animated, like the dev got a new toy and refuses to chill. A girl shrugs and her tits move more than the rest of her body, like they’re trying to escape. It’s hot, but also kind of funny in a scuffed porn video way.

Where it gets interesting is the mix of romance and all the low-key harassment that just sort of “happens.” You’re not some silent saint. You grab, you stare, you “help adjust the pose” and your hands linger on big soft curves way longer than necessary. There’s a scene where you help a girl practice body painting in the empty classroom. She thinks you’re just drawing on her back, but your hands slide to her sides, then under her shirt, and she hesitates just a little before leaning into it. The camera lingers hard on her breathing and the way her ass presses into your lap. Then later that same girl might be sitting with you on a bench outside, talking about her stupid childhood dream of becoming a painter for kids books, and it weirdly works. You jerked off to her ten minutes ago and now you’re listening to her talk about brushes and Instagram algorithms like you’re on a normal date. Well. A normal date where you keep remembering how her tits looked squeezed against your hands and you can’t stop adjusting your pants.

There’s plenty of solo stuff too. Game really likes the “I came home from class and I can’t stop thinking about that one accidental grope” vibe. One scene has you in your dorm, phone on the bed, scrolling Pixiv, and you keep seeing art nudes and suddenly you’re replaying that moment of pressing up against a girl in the hallway. The MC just says screw it, drops pants, and it goes into a masturbation scene that actually feels connected to what happened earlier. He’s not just jerking it in a void, he’s replaying specific details. The way her hair smelled. The little shock when she didn’t pull away after your hand brushed against her breasts. And then a new message pops up from her while you’re mid-stroke, some innocent “hey, can you help me with my project tomorrow?” text, and it hits way filthier than it should. I laughed, then kept going.

Campus stuff is all over the place. Sometimes you walk into the workshop and it’s quiet, sunlight on the floor, girl sitting cross-legged on a stool in shorts that absolutely do not meet any dress code, and the scene plays like a soft romance moment. Other times you’re in a crowded hallway, trying to squeeze through, and “accidental” groping happens in a way that really isn’t accidental at all. You feel a big ass grind against you, she pretends to ignore it, then glances back with this tiny smirk. Those small beats land harder than the big in-your-face sex scenes, honestly. Even the dialogue has this slightly broken rhythm that reminded me of messaging on Telegram with someone horny who’s also tired from class. It’s rough in places, some lines sound like Google Translate lost a fight, but that kind of fits the whole vibe. Art & Love isn’t trying to be perfect. It’s more like that messy sketchbook the teacher would hate, full of half-finished drawings and big titted girls in the margins, except this time the sketchbook looks back at you and asks why your hand is still on her thigh.

You wake up broke, pissed off at life, no future, no pride, just this huge hole in your chest where your old world used to be. And instead of a therapist or some motivational TED talk, you get a hot, cocky voice living rent free inside your skull. She sounds like the kind of woman who would ruin you at a bar and then sit on your face as a “sorry.” She keeps teasing you, telling you she can fix everything, drag you from total loser to guy who has a bed full of greedy hips and heavy tits and girls who actually beg you to cum inside. Not in a “maybe someday” way. In a “shut up and trust me, you’ll knock them all up if you listen” way. It feels like the game really wants you to lean into being selfish, horny and kind of broken, and it doesn’t judge you for it. She pushes you toward the MILF who hides her loneliness behind a fake calm smile, the younger girls who pretend they don’t want you but watch your hands a bit too long, the one with the ass that jiggles like it’s got its own gravity. Every conversation is this mix of teasing and filth, and it always feels like you’re two choices away from someone moaning your name into a pillow.

The sex is not shy at all. When the clothes finally come off, the camera loves big asses and big tits like a religion. The girls move, they gasp, they ride, they swallow, and the game lets you see their bodies from angles that feel almost too intimate, like you shouldn’t be allowed to stare this long. Pussy gets stuffed, throats get used, cum drips, bellies swell. Pregnancy is not just a random checkbox in a menu, it becomes part of the fantasy. You finish raw, there is that beat of “fuck, what did I do,” and then the game doubles down and makes you enjoy the idea that you just planted your seed in her. There is a lot of family-heat too, that forbidden, brain-melting incest vibe that makes you feel dirty and turned on at the same time, like watching something you absolutely should not. The harem angle is strong: girls orbit around you, they want you, fight for your attention, get jealous, share you anyway. And even while the story keeps pretending it’s about fixing your life and emotions and trauma and all that, it always ends up circling back to you with a handful of soft hair in your fist, a body bouncing on your cock, a mouth around you, or a woman pressed under you whispering “inside” while the voice in your head just laughs and tells you to give her everything.

Jeremiah thinks his life finally starts to look less pathetic, he’s got this tall busty Freya hanging on his arm, ass that fills the whole phone screen, they fuck, they cuddle, he actually plans to be a semi-responsible adult for once. Then some cracked old wizard-looking geezer pops up, spits a curse, and suddenly your dick stats are in the negative. Not “haha funny shrink” but straight up humiliation level, like those porn ads you pretend you don’t see on Chrome. The whole game spins around that hit to his ego and this sick mission list the old man gives you. Ten missions. Fail or drag too long and there’s a “predator” orbiting around Freya, just waiting for you to fumble. You feel that pressure with every tap, like your cock is on a timer you can’t see, and the game keeps poking at your paranoia. You fix one mess, and instantly your brain starts going, “yeah but what if some hung dude is balls-deep in her right now while you swipe menus like an idiot?”

The dirty part isn’t just the sex itself, it’s how it plays with what’s going on in Jeremiah’s head. The corruption is slow, more teasing than splashy at first. Freya starts with this goofy loyal energy, sending you sexy pics, flashing those huge tits, joking about you “making up for size with effort” and all that. Then the situation tightens. She’s at the gym with some black trainer who looks like he was built in a lab, or at a club, or “going out with friends,” and your imagination scenes kick in. You’re there scrolling, clicking through choices, and it suddenly slams into these mental images of her riding something way bigger than what you’re packing now, moaning in ways she never did with you. Some are just her getting groped in a crowd, ass grabbed in the bus, hand “accidentally” on some dude’s bulge. Some are full-on interracial pounding with cum dripping down her thighs while Jeremiah sits on the side, jerking off and hating himself. The game tells you it’s “only in his mind,” but you know how that goes in NTR. Brain goes first, pussy follows.

What I actually liked is how the missions push you into nasty spots on purpose. You want to keep your points low to avoid the worst outcome, but to reach that you still need to let shit happen. It’s that classic “pick how badly you lose” loop you see in these games. Maybe you send her out in a tiny top to distract a guard and suddenly there’s a scene of her flashing her tits, laughing while some random guy takes snapshots. Maybe she needs money and you agree to “a little harmless flirting,” and it turns into a handjob in some backroom while she tells herself it’s only this once. Sometimes it cuts back to Jeremiah, tiny dick in hand, trying to masturbate to his own girl getting used like a slut, and you can choose if he hates it or leans into the kink. Doesn’t matter, the old bastard who cursed you is always there in the background, watching your progress like a troll dev reading comments on F95. The mobile format makes it worse, by the way. Sitting there with one hand on the phone, thumb tapping “Next,” other hand slipping down when Freya starts masturbating on cam for “somebody,” and you can’t even be sure that somebody is you anymore. It’s horny, it’s mean, it’s funny in that dark “haha I’m totally not into this, I swear” way, and half the time you’ll close the app and still keep thinking about whether her last “I love you” text was sent with another guy’s cum drying on her tits.

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.

Goldream City sounds like some cheap mobile gacha name, but here it’s just the horny summer town where almost nobody keeps their clothes on for long and half the neighbors are monsters with tits bigger than common sense. You play this “returning home” guy who pretends he’s coming back for a relaxing vacation, but every single corner of the city is like a porn genre speedrun. One day you’re flirting with your sweet “childhood friend” at the school rooftop, next day you’re in some shady alley watching a milf mom get pounded by a huge black cock while her husband pretends he doesn’t see it. The game kind of laughs at you for trying to be romantic when literally everyone is cheating on everyone and half the cast is secretly in heat. There’s this mix of visual novel scenes and sandbox wandering around town, so you go from casual small talk about homework to “hey, do you want to see how deep this futa can go” in like two clicks.

What really hits weird is how normal the corruption feels after a while. At first you might think “ok, this is my nice pure girl, I will protect her,” and ten scenes later you’re watching her moan on some monster girl’s tentacles while a big black cock uses her throat like it’s a warm toy. It doesn’t even pretend to be fair to the male characters. Husbands, boyfriends, that shy virgin classmate, they just get blacked, cucked, stolen, and the game winks at you like it’s telling an old meme. Sometimes you are the one doing the stealing, sometimes you are just the pervert hiding in the closet, jerking off while your crush gets double stuffed, and the worst part is that the story keeps going like this is totally normal summer behavior. There is incest teased in that kind of “we both know this is wrong but we keep standing too close in the kitchen” way, and the futa and lesbian stuff sneaks in casually: one moment it’s innocent kissing at the beach, next moment she’s pulling out a cock bigger than your arm and pounding a blushing schoolgirl from behind while you sit there with your sad little handjob. The mix of pregnancy risk, anal, titfucks, footjobs, spanking, public teasing on the bus, it’s like some horny dev opened a porn tag list and said “yes” to everything. Sometimes it’s hot, sometimes it’s too much, sometimes the AI and 2D/3D art clash and someone’s tits look like they’re from another dimension, but then the game hits you with a quiet moment on a summer night, soft romance, slow blowjob under the stars, and in the next scene that same girl is on her knees with three cocks in her, crying from pleasure while you pretend you still have control of this story. You don’t. That’s kind of the whole joke.