You wake up on this fucked up alien rock with nothing in your head except a headache and a dick that apparently has more rights than you do. No tutorial, no friendly AI, no star-map, just you in some half torn prison jumpsuit and a sky that looks like somebody crossbred a nebula with a fever dream. The place is quiet in that way where you know something is watching you, and that something probably has claws and tits bigger than your torso. People in philosophy like to ask “what is a person?” but this game mostly asks “what if every creature that meets you wants to own your body, and sometimes worship it, and sometimes milk it until you literally can’t stand?”

The first alien girl you meet looks half priestess, half hentai search history. Four eyes, soft voice, curves that ignore gravity, and hands that are a bit too interested in human anatomy. She treats you like a rare animal, a relic. Before you even know your own name she already knows the shape of your cock. There is a scene where she studies you like you are some holy artifact, then casually starts stroking you off as “data collection”. It’s not romantic at all and somehow still erotic as hell. You can argue about consent here and yeah, as an ethicist my brain started doing the full moral alarm dance. But my dick voted differently. Funnily, the game just lets you sit in that tension. You are turned on, you are not fully safe, and those soft alien hands keep going, dripping lube, making you groan while she comments on your endurance like it is a lab report.

Later you end up in this underground den where the creatures are less “priestess” and more “monster girl with way too many teeth, thighs like tree trunks, and a tongue that remembers exactly where your weak spots are.” One of them yanks you onto a stone seat, climbs into your lap, those huge tits in your face, and for a moment you actually forget you were shipped here as a convict. She jerks you with one hand, uses her tail for extra grip, and every time you try to talk about freedom or justice she shuts you up with a sloppy kiss and then slides down to give the kind of messy alien blowjob that would get an entire subreddit banned. There is a tiny UI pop-up asking if you want to “resist” and I laughed, because yeah, sure, I am definitely going to click the option that cancels the view of those lips stretched around me, drool and cum mixing, her throat humming with some strange purr while your legs shake. Philosophically, the game is a disaster. As porn? It knows exactly what it is doing and does not apologize for even a second.

Gina is the kind of girl who makes you feel weak just by breathing near her. Thick arms, thick thighs, big soft everything, and still running around in tight sport gear like it’s nothing. You’re not some faceless ghost here, you are literally in her head, making choices, pushing her to grind in the gym or grind on somebody’s lap, sometimes both in same day. The whole town is like one big horny playground built around her body and her dad’s broken-down gym, full of people who either want to use her, worship her, or get crushed between those legs. And she actually starts kinda small at first, just strong and curvy, then every time you push another set, another deal, another fucked up favor, she grows. Arms thicker, ass bigger, abs more cut, expressions sluttier, moans louder. You start to memorize the way she groans when she hits that last rep. Yeah, I’m that kind of freak.

The best thing is how normal everything pretends to be at first. You just go around Burlingfort, talking to locals, doing small quests, fixing equipment, checking your phone like it’s a regular RPG life-sim. Then suddenly some stacked milf in yoga pants is offering “private stretching sessions” in the back room. Or the mafia guy shows up and basically says, pay up with money or with body. You think, ok, I’ll be a good girl, I’ll grind the sport events and training jobs, sell some supplements, right. Next thing, you’re arranging evening “work” in alleys and hotel rooms, still wearing your gym jacket while some rich bastard is smacking Gina’s huge ass and begging her to flex for him. And yeah, the game lets you decide: make her a loyal romantic dork who just wants one girl to kiss after sparring, or a full-on muscle goddess who fucks her way through half the city, sometimes with a collar around her neck, sometimes with a leash in her hand instead, stomping on people like they are her warm-up mats.

There are so many small moments that stick in the head. Like that scene where she first realizes she can literally lift a grown man with one arm during combat training, and the dialogue just quietly shifts from “fight” to “oh, you like that, don’t you?” while you’re still picking skills. Or the first time she walks into the locker room and sees another buff sporty girl in a tight uniform, and you get the choice between acting shy, acting cocky, or pinning her against the lockers and kissing her stupid. Or when she has to do a “special session” for money, and you can make her tease the client by flexing her biceps slowly while he’s already on his knees, then sit on his face until he’s begging her like some pathetic paypig. There’s humor all over it too, stupid jokes during serious scenes, ahegao faces when she’s supposed to be acting tough, random NPCs referencing stuff I’ve seen in meme pages on Reddit and Twitter. Sometimes it goes too far into the grind, like you’re running back and forth between gym and town again and again just to unlock one more pervy scene, but then she shows up in a new outfit, muscles pumped, tits barely contained, calling you a perv in that smug way, and yeah. I forget what I was complaining about.

This one feels like someone mashed porn, creepypasta and a weird small-town vacation together, then just left it to rot in the best way. You show up in this shitty nowhere place looking for something you lost, and from the first screen it already feels wrong, but not in a “boo jumpscare” way. More like “the innkeeper milf is way too friendly and her tits are way too close to your face and why is the background music this cheerful if the dialog keeps hinting at missing people.” It plays from your eyes most of the time, that POV angle, so when the big-ass fox girl leans over the counter and your view is just her cleavage and her tail swishing, it hits nicely. The art is 2D, a bit cartoonish, but some scenes are animated with these small loops that sell the groping so well. Hand sliding over a thigh, fingers digging into that huge ass, or her hand around your cock, slow strokes while she laughs at you for getting hard so fast. The game is horny as hell, but you always feel like you’re the one being played, not the one in control.

What I liked most is how the corruption sneaks up on you. At first you act like some normal guy, pretending to be polite, trying not to stare at the big tits on literally every woman, from the landlady milf to that “sweet” girl in the woods with the fluffy ears who absolutely knows she can crush you with her thighs if she wants. Then you get a little taste of power. Some weird supernatural stuff starts happening around you, like you can push people, twist them a bit. Make them more honest, more horny, more broken. There’s this moment where you use your power on a nervous maid and she goes from shy and blushing to climbing into your lap, grinding on you while whispering that she doesn’t want to stop, and you realize you basically flipped a switch in her brain. It feels good and fucked up at the same time. The game pretends it’s all fun and jokes, throws humor at you, goofy lines, horny puns, but if you actually read, there is some real horror in there. The inn is too quiet at night. The smiles last just a bit too long. There are rooms you’re “not allowed” to enter, and when you finally do, the sexy part and the scary part hit at the same time and you don’t know if you should jerk off or close the tab. But yeah you probably jerk off.

Female domination is everywhere here, even if they act like they adore you. You are the “special one” with powers, sure, but you are still the toy. Giant asses dropping into your lap, hands grabbing your head and forcing you between thick thighs, a milf sitting on you during a “massage” scene while she just uses your cock for her own stress relief, barely caring if you finish. There is one animated scene where a big titted fox-lady jerks you off slowly, looking straight in your eyes, joking about how easy men are, and even when you use your powers on her, she smirks and leans in closer like she wanted you to do it. That moment made me realize the game is not really a power fantasy. It’s like the town is the real superpower, not you. You think you’re corrupting them, but somehow you’re the one getting more twisted, saying yes to worse and worse stuff, chasing endings that are definitely not “happy.” And if you enjoy sad endings, that sinking feeling when you realize you could have left earlier but didn’t, this hits pretty hard. The worst part? Even when things go very wrong, the game still finds a way to make it hot. I was annoyed that some choices feel like traps, but then I kept clicking them anyway. So maybe that’s on me.

You wake up broke, horny, and back in your old room that still smells a bit like teenage shame and cheap body spray, and the game just kind of grins and says, “yeah, this is where it starts.” You’re this young psychology guy who thought he had life sorted, then it all collapses and you crawl back to mom’s house. Only mom isn’t just “mom” anymore. She’s this thick, soft, dangerous kind of beautiful, the kind that makes your eyes slide over her curves against your will. She walks around the house in clothes that hug her huge tits and that insane ass in a way no actual mother should, bending over the couch while you pretend to look away and fail every single time. The camera loves her, almost too much. It lingers on the subtle stuff, the underwear line digging into her hips, the way her nipple outline threatens to show when she moves. You’re supposed to feel guilty. You don’t. Or you do, but it just makes your dick harder. It’s that kind of story.

Then there are the sisters, and yeah, the game knows exactly what it’s doing. The older one moves like a witch who realized she can control a room just by existing. Goth clothes, dark nails that look like they’d hurt when she scratches your back, eyes that tell you she thinks you’re trash but her body keeps betraying her, slower each day. There’s this moment where you “accidentally” walk in while she’s bent over her desk in fishnets, headphones in, skirt just not quite long enough, and the main character just stands there too long while you feel his thoughts going places they absolutely shouldn’t. Later, when the hypnosis angle really kicks in, watching her resist you with this mix of hatred and arousal, hips still grinding in spite of her words, that’s where the corruption hits harder than any sex scene. She spits insults while she rides your cock, then trembles when you ask her who owns that tight ass now, and her voice breaks on the answer. It’s fucked up. It’s hot. It’s both at once. The younger sister is the opposite weather: all pastel pink, soft hair, candy wrappers, plush toys, girly socks that should not look so good wrapped around your waist. She trusts you way too much. She curls against you during a movie, her small tits brushing your arm, and the game slows the moment just enough that you feel that sharp, dirty edge when your hand lingers longer than it should on her thigh. Later, with the mind control, teaching her to touch herself on command, watching her bite her lip while she obeys, that’s the point where “romance” and “corruption” almost merge into this twisted little love story that you’re not sure you’re supposed to enjoy so much.

The hypnotherapist is the real doorway drug. Mom’s friend, older but still tight where it counts, eyes that see too much and voice that rolls over you like warm honey. You sit in her office as “assistant,” pretending to take notes while she drops other women into deep trance, fingers playing with their minds and their bodies at the same time, and you’re there, hard under the desk, memorizing every word, every pattern. There’s a point when she leans down behind a patient and guides the girl’s mouth on a toy, whispering triggers, and your brain just goes click. After that, going home feels different. Sleeping bodies don’t feel safe anymore. The game leans into sleep sex in a way that’s almost too intimate. Like, you stand over your mom’s bed at night, listening to her slow breathing, watching her tits rise and fall under the thin fabric, and one tiny suggestion you planted earlier makes her legs spread a little. She mumbles your name in her sleep while you slide your hand under her panties and the guilt is there, but it’s distant, like a voice behind glass. Same with the sisters, those late-night scenes where the younger one is half-asleep, squirming and moaning softly as your fingers tease her soaked slit, or the older one clenching around your cock in her sleep, cursing you in her dreams while her body begs for more. The game doesn’t flinch from that dirty intimacy. It loves deepthroats that go too far, tears at the corner of her eyes, spit and mascara mess. It loves big tits bouncing while you fuck them, cocks sliding between them until you paint her chest white. It loves asses, god, the asses: thick ebony hips, mom’s juicy milf curves, your sister’s perfect goth bubble butt stretched around your shaft when you finally push into her tight hole and she squirts all over the sheets. Anal, vaginal, titfucks, creampies that drip out slowly while she walks around the house pretending nothing happened. Sex toys buzzing between thighs, collars and ropes appearing on the “good girl” routes that still somehow pretend to be romantic. There’s a weird tenderness under all that filth too, like when you watch your own cum slowly swell inside a belly on the pregnancy scenes, or when a character you’ve completely twisted still smiles at you like you’re her whole world. It’s wrong. It’s beautiful in a fucked way. It feels like you’re building a harem out of people who were once your family, your patients, your lovers, turning them into obedient, wet puppets and devoted partners at the same time, and the game just lets you keep going, deeper, softer, nastier, never really asking you to justify any of it. I just wish the text messages inside the game didn’t use that ugly default pop-up style, it pulls you out for a second, but then somebody drops to their knees, takes you so deep they choke, and suddenly you forget you were annoyed at all.

Unemployed brainiac suddenly realizing that straight A’s don’t pay rent is honestly the most accurate thing I’ve seen in a porn game in a while. You go from “future CEO” to “professional dick on camera” in like two clicks, and the game just shrugs and goes, yeah, that tracks. You’re this guy who thought life was gonna hand him a corner office and instead he’s negotiating payment per scene while staring at a girl whose ass could probably take up a LinkedIn banner. And the story doesn’t even pretend to be deep; it just throws you into this porn industry ladder where every “promotion” is basically more girls, more holes, more cameras, more chaos. One minute you’re doing your awkward first shoot with a nervous virgin who keeps glancing at the lens like it’s judging her, next minute you’re already arranging a mini harem schedule so nobody gets mad they didn’t get enough of your dick on a Tuesday. It’s all centered on you, the male lead, and it leans hard into that power fantasy vibe: you decide who to fuck, how rough, where the cum goes, when to stop, or not stop at all. Except you never actually stop. Obviously.

What hits first is the bodies. This dev clearly hates small proportions. Every girl looks like gravity gave up. Giant tits, thick asses, that “this cannot be good for the spine but I’m not complaining” kind of shape. The 3D look makes it feel like you’re staring at a very expensive porn shoot that forgot what clothes are. Animations are there, and when they loop right, they’re filthy in a good way: deep strokes, wet sounds, actual rhythm, her tits bouncing while you fuck her from behind and the camera angle is set purely for maximum ass worship. Then sometimes an animation will glitch slightly or feel just a bit too fast and your brain goes, ok, that’s not how thrusting works, my dude, but you’re already clicking the next angle so whatever. The voyeur angle is fun too; you get those scenes where you’re not just fucking them, you’re watching them through a lens or a window, zooming in on a girl playing with herself before you walk in and suddenly you’re in control again, pushing her down and sliding in raw while she tries to remember she’s on camera. The dom side is strong but not overthought: you pull hair, you grab throats, you tell them to open wider, hold that pose, take it all, and the game just rolls with it like, yup, that’s your job now. And it is a job, weirdly. You’re grinding your way through scenes, talking to girls, building that porn-star rep so more stacked girls suddenly “want to work with you” which, surprise, means they end up on their knees or on your lap or bent over some random surface.

If you wanna get the most out of it, don’t just spam-click through the dialogue like you’re checking WhatsApp. Some of the fun is in setting up the mood before you slam into them. Teasing a shy girl who’s never done vaginal on camera before, then deciding whether you go gentle first or just push past that and make her ride you until her mascara is wrecked, that’s where the porn actually feels like you’re directing it, not just watching. Pay attention to camera angles when you’re mid-thrust; swap views during the scene and you’ll catch little details like the way her ass jiggles when you go deeper, or how her expression changes when you go from slow strokes to full-on pounding. Build a small “favorite girls” rotation instead of trying to bang every new character once; the repeat scenes hit different when it feels like it’s your personal harem coming back for another round, lined up with their big tits out, waiting for you to pick who gets filled today. And if one tiny UI thing annoys you, like a button that’s one pixel off where your mouse expects it to be, yeah, you’ll notice it every single time and mentally curse it while still booting another scene, because let’s be real, you came here to watch your character fuck his way up the porn food chain, not to win a UX design award.

Your boss finally notices you, but not for the reason you wanted. You bust your ass at work, grind through pointless meetings, kiss enough corporate ring that your tongue should get hazard pay, and it actually pays off. Promotion on the table, big project, all eyes on you. Then he invites you to his place to “celebrate the new chapter” and you’re already half thinking about LinkedIn flex posts in your head. Instead you walk in and meet the real final boss of the game: his wife, wrapped in a tight dress that looks painted on, tits practically spilling, eyes locked on you like you’re dessert she ordered for herself.

She doesn’t even try to hide it. From the moment she leans in a bit too close to pour you a drink, her huge chest brushing your arm, it’s this slow burn of “this is wrong” versus “this is hot as fuck”. The game leans hard into that quiet, private tension. Soft little smiles, hands lingering on your shoulder a bit too long, her bending over the table to pick something up and making sure you can’t miss her ass straining the fabric. There’s no instant jump to sex, it’s more like she keeps poking at the line and watching you twitch. She corners you in the kitchen, finger trailing along the glass, asking if you’ve “ever had a woman who knows what she wants”. Boss is in the next room, rambling about quarterly numbers, while his wife slowly closes the distance, eyes half-lidded, tongue wetting her lips. At some point she presses you against the counter, her tits pushed up against your chest, her hand sliding down, fingers teasing your crotch over your pants like it’s just casual fun. And you’re there thinking, “Say no, say no” while your body is screaming yes.

The corruption angle actually hits different because you’re not some loser with nothing to lose. You built your way up, you care about the job, and that makes every handjob under the table at dinner feel ten times more dangerous. There’s this one moment where she invites you to “help” her in the study while the boss is on a call. Door almost closed, just a crack open, and she drops to her knees in front of you so casually it feels like she’s done this before. She looks up at you while unzipping you, like she’s daring you to pull away, and of course you don’t. Warm mouth, slow strokes, her lipstick smearing on your skin while she moans around your cock, then wiping her mouth with this smug little smile and going back out like nothing happened. The teasing is constant. She texts you after, sending pics of her in nothing but an open shirt, tits barely contained, saying she’s “bored when hubby is at the office”. Some routes let you push her further, turning that sexy wife into someone who basically lives to sneak around behind his back with you, climbing into your lap, grinding that big ass against you while she whispers how her husband never fucks her like you do. And yeah, part of you knows this will wreck everything you’ve been working for, but by the time she’s riding you on his couch, soft moans mixing with the sound of her skin slapping on yours, nails digging into your shoulders, you’re way past pretending you’re the good guy anymore.

A lazy demon getting yanked out of his comfy hell and dumped in a house full of horny, chaotic witches is already a good start, but here it actually turns into a whole sandbox of “how much of a perv do I feel like being today”. You start as this summoned demon guy, technically a virgin in the human world sense, trying to figure out what the hell is going on while these girls poke, test, tease, and half the time forget they literally brought a supernatural sex machine into their living room. One minute they’re arguing about magic circles and some paranormal crap, next minute one of them is leaning over the table and you’re stuck staring at bouncing tits from first person view while she “checks your aura” with her hand way too close to your dick. The game flips between goofy jokes and really direct lewd stuff so fast it feels like watching a horny sitcom that suddenly remembers it’s allowed to show creampies and anal.

What I like is how it keeps that roguelike brain-itch of “ok, but what if I click the other option this time” without drowning you in stats. You pick if you want to be more obedient to the witches or lean into being a corrupting bastard, and that choice quietly changes the flavor of everything. Go softer and you get more teasing, romance, and these slow corruption moments where a “good girl” witch lets you grope her under a blanket and pretends it’s some kind of energy test. Go full demon and the same girl shows up later in a tiny outfit, practically begging to be spanked and filled in every hole while you talk shit in her ear. There are milfs mixed with younger-looking witches, big asses everywhere, big tits that jiggle when they strip, and the camera loves parking itself at that angle where you watch your own hand wrapped around a cock or a dripping pussy in POV. Sometimes you’re just jerking off secretly while they argue about magic, sometimes you’re in the middle of group sex on the couch with bodies piled up and someone still trying to keep up the “serious coven meeting” vibe. The humor is dumb in a good way, like that one time a “serious ritual” ends with a blowjob under the table while another witch pretends not to see, and there’s this whole lazy domestic thing where you’re conquering some mundane human object and somehow it ends with a handjob or a girl riding you after she loses a bet. Half the content feels like voyeurism you stumbled into, half feels like harem power trip where you decide who gets bred tonight and who just has to watch and masturbate. Sometimes they flip it and put a boot on your chest or sit on your face and take control, and sometimes you’re the one grabbing their hips, fucking them raw from behind, listening to them moan about getting pregnant in this new world they dragged you into. It’s messy, horny, funny, and just self-aware enough that when the witch you corrupted earlier walks past in a too-short robe and “accidentally” flashes you, you know the game is winking at you as hard as she is.

Plague in the kingdom, king on his throne shitting himself in fear, and you, the poor bastard who has to walk into a cursed forest with a cute elf wife who is way too good for you. That is the whole mood of Cursed Forest Quest – you are technically the hero, but it always feels like the story is asking what happens if the hero is soft, horny, and just a bit unlucky. Vallabelle, your elven wife, is the kind priestess type with huge tits, a perfect ass that does not make physical sense for an elf, and a smile that makes you think “ok, she is totally loyal, it’s fine” while the game quietly laughs in the background. The early scenes sell this perfect couple thing hard: sharing a campfire, she heals your wounds, teases you with a slow handjob as a reward for surviving the day, rides you with that soft priestess moaning, and you think, alright, wholesome, I can relax. Then the forest basically says, no, fuck you, this is a cursed land, and starts poking that little insecurity in your brain every time some other guy looks at her for more than two seconds.

What I liked too much, embarrassingly, is how the game uses “small” moments to kick you in the balls. For example, first time you get to a ruined shrine, there is a choice: go search for relics, or send Vallabelle to talk with the local spirit while you check the perimeter. I just clicked through, not thinking, checked a bush that had literally nothing important, and when I came back, the scene cut to Vallabelle slightly flushed, her robe messed up, her tits kind of out, spirit fading away, and her going “it’s fine, just a blessing.” That moment stuck in my head longer than the full-on vaginal scenes. Not even a big animation there, only small touches, like her avoiding eye contact. Later on there is an actual animated scene with her getting pounded against a forest altar, ass bouncing, moans way louder than anything she ever did for you, and that felt almost less cruel than that earlier half-harassment vibe, where you are not sure what happened but your dick and your stomach both react. By the way, the spanking stuff is weirdly casual here. Sometimes you get to spank her playfully as a “punishment” for teasing you in front of a guard, and she giggles and presses that big ass into your hand. Another time, some other guy does a very similar smack, and suddenly the camera lingers way too long, and she bites her lip in a way she never did for you. I hated that. I also replayed that branch three times to see if her expression changes with different quest choices. It barely does, which somehow turns me on more. The game likes to pretend you have control with all the quests and paths, and yeah, there are multiple endings and all, but honestly half the fun is realizing you clicked yourself into a timeline where you are basically watching your own wife get more “blessed” by the forest than cured. I wish there was a path where you could fully stay pure and keep her untouched, but also I really don’t, and it will never happen anyway.

Guy just wants some cold air and maybe a drink, ends up trapped in the quietest, horniest little horror-comedy grocery store on earth. That’s the vibe here. You walk in, sun burning your brain, and suddenly the outside world just kind of... blinks out. The door locks, shelves feel slightly wrong, lights flicker like they’re trying to flirt, and there she is behind the counter: tiny goth clerk with a stare like she already knows exactly how weak you are. Not the cliché latex dominatrix thing, more like “sleep-deprived art major who could crush your soul with one sarcastic comment” mixed with “MILF energy in training,” if that makes sense. Big tits under a cheap t‑shirt, jeans, zero effort styling, but somehow she looks like a walking fetish ad that forgot to be subtle.

The weird part is, nothing technically “happens.” No actual sex, no naked bodies flying around, nobody jumping your dick. It’s all edging, all mind games, like the game is blueballing you on purpose and laughing. She’ll lean over the counter just a little too far, bend down to grab something so her ass lines up perfectly with your eyes, stretch like she’s in a yoga ad, then act like you’re the creep for looking. She calls you out for every tiny reaction, every stolen glance, like she’s reading your browser history in real time. At one point she casually drops a line about how “guys like you are easy to rewire” and the screen does this tiny flicker and yeah, you feel it. Not jump scare, more like you skipped a frame in your own head. You’re not sure if she’s hypnotic or just really good at gaslighting, but you start clicking through lines faster, waiting for some kind of payoff that never quite lands. It’s a kinetic novel, so no choices, no branches, you’re just strapped into her vibe. That’s kinda annoying and kinda perfect. You keep thinking “ok, next scene she’s gonna finally do something,” and instead she just mocks you, teases harder, leans in with that bored stare and explains exactly how she could make you crawl with a single word. Then nothing. Then a joke. Then she looks straight at you again and tells you you’re breathing too loud.

What got me is how the voyeurism hits without any peepholes or secret cams. You’re just there, stuck, watching her do normal clerk stuff while she very obviously watches you watching her. It flips around, like you become the thing on display. She wipes down the counter real slow, checks her phone, pops gum, types something you can’t see, then smiles in that “yeah, I just changed something in your brain” way. At one point she makes you read signs on the wall, stupid boring rules, but the text starts feeling like commands, like she’s training a dog. She never raises her voice, never goes full “kneel, worm” mode, but you still feel dominated, like your dick is on a leash you can’t see. The humor is messed up in a good way too; she’ll roast your porn tastes, call out your search terms, then switch to dead-serious for two lines and talk about control and consent like a late-night TED talk in a haunted 7‑Eleven, then immediately ask if you’re thirsty. Zero subtle transition. The art is rough but kinda perfect for it, she’s cute and a little off-model from scene to scene, which almost sells the idea your memory is being edited. There’s no big climax, no “and then you bang her” scene, it just leaves you horny, slightly confused, and lowkey worried she’s going to show up in your dreams and make you apologize for scrolling Twitter during the dialogue.