This one feels like somebody smashed a cheesy slasher flick, a horny Halloween house party and a dirty family drama into one long, filthy night, then said “yeah ok, that’s enough plot, now fuck.” You’re in the male MC’s skin, walking around this spooky cabin vibe where Jason Voorhees is kind of there, kind of a joke, kind of actually fucked up and scary sometimes, and in between all that you’re just getting dragged into sex with women who absolutely should not be doing any of this with you. It’s that mix of horror parody and “oh shit this is actually kinda hot” that makes you forget you were supposed to be scared of the mask guy and suddenly you’re just staring at a huge pair of tits bouncing in animated loops.

The whole thing leans hard into curvy bodies. Not that soft “thicc” people put on Twitter and then it’s just a skinny model. I mean real heavy tits, big asses that fill the screen, bellies that jiggle a bit when they ride you. There’s a MILF with a body like she won every thick mom contest on the planet, a proper BBW who makes even simple stuff like a handjob feel like she’s swallowing you with her palms, and some younger women with the same “nobody in this family skipped dessert” genetics. You know that look when you open the game and instantly think “ok, this artist is an ass guy”? Yeah. That. The 3D style is a bit rough at times, faces look weird from some angles, but then you see the close up shot during a titfuck and you just forget to complain. Until you notice the one lamp in the background clipping through the wall and it pisses you off for like five seconds and then you lose it again when she starts spitting on your cock.

Sex scenes go from soft to absolutely filthy pretty fast. A little teasing, some clumsy flirting, and then bam, your dick is in someone’s mouth while a horror movie mask lies on the floor in the corner of the frame like it’s watching. There’s vaginal, anal, sloppy oral, classic “press her tits together and fuck the cleavage”, and the animations love staying on the angle where you really see how big her ass is smacking on your thighs. Interracial stuff too, not in some weird fetish-y text, just visually there, like “yeah he’s black, she’s white, now watch her get railed on the couch while something rattles outside the window.” The cheating angle comes in when you realize half of these women are absolutely not single, but nobody gives a shit because “oh no, it’s Halloween, we might die, better ride your cock for comfort.” And the incest thing… yeah, that’s in there, pretty shameless. It’s the usual “we’re way too close for this to be normal” setup, and if you’ve played more than two furry or human VN on itch.io or F95 you already know exactly how that energy feels. What stuck with me after was not Jason, not the horror jump scare, but that weird mix of laughing at the parody and then suddenly being way too turned on when a thick aunt, or maybe she was a step something, I kinda forgot, pushes you onto the bed and says she needs a treat. It’s messy and horny and a bit trashy, in that way that makes you open it in Chrome, swear you’re just gonna click through to see the joke reference to Friday the 13th, and then ten minutes later you’re watching cum drip between gigantic animated boobs thinking “ok, I get what this game really wanted from me.”

This one feels like scrolling your phone after a breakup, half naked in bed, then suddenly falling into someone else’s messy life and going, “oh shit, that’s me.” You’re this college guy who used to just rot in his room, drowning in cheap snacks and porn tabs, pretending that ghosting your ex and muting half your contacts counts as “healing.” Then basketball drags you back into the light. Not as some heroic sports anime star, more like the dude wheezing on the court, staring at a girl’s bouncing tits in a sports bra and losing the ball because your dick thinks faster than your brain. The game leans into that awkward, horny, slightly cringe vibe. You’re not a smooth sex god at the start. You’re a rebound. For your own life, and sometimes literally for some of these girls who also use you to forget their shit.

The way it mixes horny and emotional is weirdly hot. One moment you’re in a quiet dorm room, just you and this girl with a huge ass squeezed into tight leggings, music low in the background, her hair messy in that “I didn’t plan to get fucked tonight” way. She laughs at something stupid you say, leans in, her tits softly pressing into your arm, and the whole world shrinks to the sound of her breath in your ear. Then the next scene you’re on the court, sneakers squeaking, crowd noise like a fuzzy roar, and you’re staring at the cheerleader with big boobs bouncing in slow motion while you miss a free throw you absolutely should have nailed. The writing loves to drag you back and forth like that. Loving the chaos and then pretending you’re better than it. The harem stuff sneaks up on you too. You start with just trying to talk to one girl without sounding like a Reddit post, and before you know it you’ve got a horny goth chick teasing you, a sweet sporty girl who moans your name when you pin her to the shower tiles, and some bratty college princess who pretends she hates you even while she’s grinding on your lap in a dark party corner. Choices matter, but not in that stiff “good route / bad route” way. More like: do you jerk off alone and text someone after, or do you swallow your fear, go to that date you almost cancel, and end up with her hand sliding under the table, stroking your hard cock while you try not to knock over your drink.

What really sticks is how slow some scenes let things build. There’s this moment where you’re just sitting on a bed with a girl, legs touching. She talks about some stupid fight with her ex. Nothing epic. The lights are low, some indie song plays on her laptop, just a soft background, and you’re watching the way her big breasts move under her loose shirt as she breathes. You feel like a piece of shit for checking her cleavage while she opens up, but the game knows you’re doing it and kind of laughs with you. When she finally climbs into your lap, straddling you, kissing you with this mix of need and hesitation, it feels earned. Like you really crawled out of your slump for this. Then other times it just goes full hentai brain, like “hey, you won the game, here’s a girl with ridiculous big tits riding you until the bed squeaks, moaning so loud you’re sure the whole dorm hears.” And both vibes work. It’s romantic one second, absolutely filthy the next. You masturbate, you fail, you get humiliated and turned on by the wrong things, you pick dumb options just to see what happens, maybe you score big, maybe you crash and burn. It never pretends you’re some perfect hero. You’re just a horny college idiot trying to turn one little rebound into a life where you fuck up less and fuck a lot more.

Haru is that guy who swears he wants a quiet life, but his dick and his bank account keep voting against him. One day he loses his job, gets broke, and instead of crying into some sad mobile gacha game like the rest of us, he somehow ends up opening a maid café with a weird old dude and his friend Asuka. On paper it is just a cute place with outfits, coffee, smiling girls. In practice it turns into this horny little sandbox where every “shift” can end with someone’s panties on the floor instead of tips in the jar. You bounce around the café like a broke manager with bad self control, checking tables, planning upgrades, pretending to care about profit while staring at thighs in maid skirts and those big tits peeking out. The game lets you slide between “responsible boss” and “shameless pervert” and honestly I tried to be good for like five minutes, then the first time I caught a maid bending over to clean a table and the camera lingered on her ass, it was over. Self respect gone. Morals gone. Only horny management now.

The thing that sticks with me is how normal it feels at first. Just doing schedules, picking uniforms, going on little dates to keep the girls happy. Chatting with Asuka, trying not to sound like some desperate guy who spends his nights on Tinder and gets ghosted after “hey”. Then the teasing starts creeping in. A hand brushing your leg under the table. A maid leaning too close while serving coffee and your view is just boobs. The game loves this slow corruption vibe. One day you are helping a girl practice her greetings, next you are teaching her how to give a proper blowjob in the storage room, while she is still in her maid uniform and trying to say “welcome back, master” with your cock in her mouth. There is a lot of playful humor too, like the way characters pretend things are “for training” or “to improve customer service” while you are obviously just groping her ass against the counter. And then suddenly you are juggling more than one maid, dating them, touching them, watching them touch each other, peeking from behind doors like some horny manager perv as two girls fool around after closing time. The café starts feeling less like a workplace and more like a harem you somehow fell into by accident, with big tits, fat asses, cosplay outfits, vanilla sex that turns not so vanilla, breasts sliding around your cock, thighs wrapped around your waist, mouths full, and that stupid little thrill when you know you should be at the front greeting customers, but instead you are buried inside a maid in the back room, trying not to get caught and secretly hoping someone walks in.

Game hits you with this super simple idea: guess a word, girl takes off clothes. That’s it, that’s the whole brainrot, and somehow I’ve been stuck on it like it’s TikTok for horny adults. It looks like some innocent little word puzzle you’d open on the train, but you absolutely should not open this on the train unless you enjoy living on hard mode. You start with Lisa fully dressed, all cute and casual, big boobs squeezed into this top that honestly looks like it’s begging for help. First round, it feels normal, like normal Wordle vibes, I try “HOUSE”, get a couple letters right, ok cool, brain is warming up. Then the game’s like “nice one” and suddenly she’s just lost a layer and now that shirt is shorter, tighter, and I’m forgetting how English works. You’re supposed to think about 5-letter words but my brain is just screaming “tits” every turn and yeah, that’s a 4-letter word, completely useless for the puzzle and very useful for my mood.

It’s kind of funny how quick the exhibition stuff creeps in. At first you’re pretending, like “yeah yeah, I’m here for logic, training my vocabulary, big brain time”. Two rounds later, she’s in her underwear, ass turned a bit to the side, and you’re suddenly typing like a man doing a speedrun of Duolingo Horny Edition. I had one run where I got stuck on a word with three vowels. Three. I swear the only vowel I could think of was “A” because that’s the only sound I was making. Lisa’s just there, stretching, boobs basically bouncing in 3D like they have their own physics engine, and the game is judging my spelling. The voyeur part hits when she leans closer to the screen, right at the edge of taking off one more piece, and you’re just staring like a creep, waiting for the little green letters to bless you. And when she finally strips another step, there’s this low-key “I earned this” feeling that makes it weirder and hotter at the same time.

Honestly, the worst part is one tiny thing that keeps annoying me. The damn keyboard sounds. They’re a little too sharp, like this plasticky click, and now my brain associates that sound with me getting stupid horny while solving word puzzles. I muted it once and then missed it. Now I hate it again. I’m not fixing that, it’s just annoying. Anyway, the mobile thing is dangerous. You tell yourself “one quick round while I check Telegram” and fifteen minutes later you’re glued to the screen, zooming in like some kind of amateur porn director, tracking how her massive boobs shift each time she changes pose. There was this one moment where I had one guess left, her panties were the only thing on, and the word was something obvious like “SMILE” and my smooth brain typed “SMILEE” and got locked out. She just stayed there, half naked, like she knows I fumbled the bag. I closed the tab in shame, then opened it again like thirty seconds later. Logic game, my ass. Or actually, no, her ass. Big, wiggly, and absolutely ruining my ability to spell five letter words like a normal person.

Year 2990, deep space, and you’re basically the kid your teachers warned each other about. Fresh out of school, still smelling like trouble and cheap synth-alcohol, one stupid fight with a pissed-off teacher flips your whole life sideways. His punch doesn’t just send you to the floor, it scrambles your brain in the weirdest way possible. Now your head is glitching with flashes of the future: little clips, seconds ahead, sometimes minutes, sometimes just enough to see someone’s clothes hit the ground before they even start unbuttoning. Not exactly the heroic superpower they write old holo-comics about, but in this universe, that kind of cheat code gets attention fast.

Next thing you know, you’re on a ship pointed at Andromeda. Not a rusty trash hauler, either. This thing is a flying sin palace with a mission attached. Whole crew full of women who look like they stepped out of some NSFW tagged folder you don’t talk about on main Discord. Big curves, tight suits that are clearly not designed for “safety”, and personalities that swing from sweet to absolutely feral depending who you’re talking to. There’s the one who pretends she hates your guts but keeps ending up alone with you in narrow corridors, pressing you into bulkheads and whispering in your ear. The scientist who talks about gene samples for way too long but somehow you both end up naked in a lab chair, her riding you slowly while pretending this is “for research”. And that pilot with the uniform two sizes too small, leaning over the console in front of you so her ass fills your entire view, calmly asking for your “guidance” on a new route like she doesn’t know exactly what she’s doing.

The future flashes mess with everything. You’re flirting and suddenly you see ten seconds ahead: her hand wrapping around your cock under the table in the mess hall. Or you kiss her and your brain jumps forward to the moment you’re buried deep inside her, her nails in your back, legs shaking while you fill her up. Then you snap back and have to pretend you’re not already hard. Sometimes you screw it up completely, say the “right” line too early, and she shuts down on you. Other times you nail it, say exactly what she needs, and it turns into this perfect run where you tease her all evening, then end up on her bunk, hips slamming, her begging you not to pull out while the ship’s engines hum under your feet. Yeah, there’s the whole “build a new world, make contact with aliens” thing going on, lots of big choices, politics, colonies, whatever. But half the time you’re in your cabin DMs, juggling three different girls, trying not to mix up who likes it slow and who wants you to pin her face-first into the mattress and pound her until her voice goes hoarse, leaving her dripping and full of your cum while you get that little flash of tomorrow, where she’s rubbing her belly and wondering if this time you knocked her up.

Everything plays out like a messed up dating sim wired straight into your dick and your bad decisions. You spend breakfast pretending to read mission reports while remembering how last night you had one of them on the bridge console, tits bouncing, your hands full of her ass while she moaned loud enough the ship AI politely raised the music volume. Sometimes you fuck up a choice and end up just getting a quick handjob in a storage room instead of the long, slow fuck you saw in your vision, and it actually stings a bit, like you missed a secret route. Other times you turn a small moment into a full-on harem scene: a future flash of two girls kneeling between your legs, swapping your cock between their mouths, one stroking your balls while the other begs you to cum in her mouth first, and you spend the whole day quietly pushing all the right buttons to make it happen. When it finally does, when both of them end up straddling you one after the other, slick and needy, taking your cum deep inside and moaning when they feel you throb and spill, you realize this isn’t just about being some space hero. It’s about how far you can push it, how many hearts and bodies you can collect around you, turning that glitch in your brain into a path toward a whole galaxy of warm thighs, messy creampies, and a harem that looks at you like you’re not just some punk who threw a punch at the wrong guy, but the center of their universe.

Vault 69 feels like somebody took a Fallout parody, spilled a full Pornhub search history on it, and then said “yeah ok, this is the plot now”. You play as the only useful dick in an underground vault that ran out of common sense and condoms at the same time. The Overseer basically pats you on the shoulder and says “go breed, champ”, while the whole place is full of desperate, half-broken, half-horny people that somehow still find time to argue about rations and power supply. It’s not subtle. It’s not trying to be smart. It just throws you into a post-apoc mess where your cock is both resource and weapon. You walk around the vault, talk to girls who are clearly one bad day from snapping, and every choice is like a weird mix of dating sim and HR management, if HR was about who gets to swallow and who only gets it up the ass.

What I liked is that the game doesn’t pretend sex is soft or romantic. It’s rough, dirty, and sometimes a little fucked up in the head. You’ve got big-titted slaves, “volunteers” that are clearly not okay, raiders topside who think “negotiation” means forcing the protagonist to prove his value by breaking in new captives. One scene had me trying a pickup line like “Let’s save humanity together” and the girl actually laughed at me before forcing me to go down on her as “practice” for future breeding candidates. Another time I tried a more aggressive line, something like “Bend over the desk, I’m tired of talking”, and she just locked the door and went full dom on me instead, using my face on the chair and calling it “evaluation”. The game loves flipping your expectations like that. Sometimes your cheesy line works and opens a new hardcore scene, sometimes it gets you punched, sometimes it triggers a weird management event about population stress where you’re suddenly filling forms after filling holes. And yeah, those stupid little stat prompts that pop up on screen, they feel like Excel sheet made horny. I hated it. I also kind of liked it. I don’t know.

Outside the vault it gets nastier and funnier at the same time. You meet wasteland chicks who are way more dangerous than the gun they’re holding, and somehow the dialogue still makes room for cringe pickup attempts. Had a moment where I tried to be smooth with a raider girl, something like “You look like trouble, I like trouble”, and she just put a boot on my chest and told me I’ll “earn the pussy” by bringing her slaves to trade. Next thing I know, I’m back in the vault doing this awkward loop of cold resource management and hot, brutal sex, trying to decide who gets treated like a person and who gets used like equipment. The violence can be a bit much sometimes, honestly, but the world is so broken it weirdly fits. I wish there were more soft scenes where characters just fuck for fun, not duty, but this setting is not really about cozy cuddling anyway. It’s about mouths full, asses sore, power plays everywhere, and you stuck in the middle pretending your shitty pickup lines are actually saving civilization. At least when I alt-tabbed to check Discord after a particularly harsh anal scene, my brain needed a second to remember that in real life, people don’t usually ask “What’s your breeding quota today?” so I guess the immersion works a little too well.

Stormhill looks fancy at first, all gold roofs and clean streets, but the game makes it feel dirty in a good way pretty fast. You’re the spoiled heir everyone secretly hates, walking through this city like you own every brick, and yeah, you kind of do. But the best parts are when that rich boy attitude crashes right into raw, sweaty street sex. One moment you’re being polite in some high-class hall, the next you’ve got a girl with ridiculous tits bent over a balcony while the whole district is right under you. The camera loves to sit a bit back, like it’s peeking, so half the time you feel like a creep watching your own scenes. There’s this bit early on where you corner a girl who pretends she’s too proud for you, all noble and cold, and then two lines later she has your cock in her mouth, mascara smudging while you hold her head and just use her throat. I thought it would feel generic, but the way she slowly stops pushing your hands away and starts going deeper on her own… yeah, that stuck in my head way too long. I still hate the font they use in the dialogue though. It’s stupidly small on mobile and I keep squinting, then forgetting I was even mad once her ass jiggles again in the next animation.

What really works is how the “gang building” thing is just an excuse to collect a harem that all needs to be put in their place. They say you’re trying to escape your father’s control, but half your choices are about how hard you’re going to control everyone else. There’s this scene in a dusty warehouse where you’re “negotiating” with a rival’s girl. Negotiation ends with her pinned against some crates, panties pushed to the side, and you sliding into her while she’s still trying to talk big. You grab her tits, they’re huge and soft, and you can watch the exact second she breaks, legs wrapping around you while you pound her ass so hard the boxes behind her start shaking. The game lets you choose to finish in her or pull out, but be honest, nobody is pulling out here. The creampie close-ups are stupidly detailed, like the camera gets almost too close, cum leaking back out while she’s still trembling and whispering your name. Later, there’s an alley scene where you’re supposed to just watch two side girls fool around, licking each other and grinding, and I swear I was planning to keep it “romantic”, then the option to join pops up and suddenly you’re shoving your dick into one while the other sits on your face. I think I hated that scene. Yeah. Totally hated it. The anal bits hit harder than I expected too, especially one rooftop moment where you press a girl against the railing, slide into her pussy first, get her all wet and noisy, then slowly push into her ass while she claws at the stone and begs you not to stop. It’s rough, it’s messy, and the game loves to linger on your hands groping every curve like they belong to you already. I opened it “just to test it” on my phone while waiting for a food delivery, and fifteen minutes later I’m hunched over my screen, thumb tapping through dialogue, completely forgetting I even ordered anything. The story tries to play deep with empires and politics and all that, but it honestly works better when it drops the serious act and just lets you be the absolute bastard king of a city full of big tits, big asses, and mouths that keep saying no while their bodies do something very different.

Epifania looks like some luxury fashion week gone rotten in the sexiest way. Neon on wet concrete, everyone pretending to be high class while they’re literally lining up for a hole in the wall. You arrive as this nobody with big hunger and zero connections, just you and this building that looks like an abandoned outlet store someone forgot to bulldoze. Then that Devil Investor shows up, all smug and perfectly dressed, like the kind of client who sits front row at a fetish runway show and buys the entire collection with one bored click. She doesn’t ask if you want in. She just throws you the mission: turn this wreck into the most profitable and depraved brothel in the city. And suddenly you’re balancing spreadsheets and cumshots in the same breath, which, honestly, feels familiar to anyone who tried to run an Etsy store while doomscrolling Pornhub.

First thing that caught my designer brain: the girls are not copy-paste dolls. You start “training” them and it feels weirdly like fitting models for a very, very illegal lingerie line. You watch them change from shy little things clinging to basic underwear into total predators who know exactly how to use lace, heels, and a dripping mouth. Some are sweet mom-types with soft tummies and milk-heavy breasts, the kind you’d shoot for an expensive maternity fetish catalog. You push them into public booths where strangers use them like shared accessories. That whole gloryhole section? It’s like designing a collection where the face is irrelevant, only the silhouette of thighs and tits matters. I hated how it turned me on. I loved how it turned me on. It’s messy like that. One night I focused on a single “pure” girl, double-checking her stats on my phone between Instagram stories, trying to keep her first time special then casually booking her into a gangbang room right after because the numbers looked good. The game doesn’t guilt-trip you. It just quietly asks: more clients or more conscience? And you already know the answer, you capitalist slut.

The management part is sneaky. You think it’s just clicking upgrades, then you realize you’re planning who gets which kink like you’re coordinating outfits for a runway lineup: anal queen here, bondage star there, the tall milf with heavy lactation in the VIP lounge that smells like perfume and sweat. There’s this weird thrill watching your building go from dusty warehouse to multi-floor pleasure machine, with private rooms, voyeur windows, and that one office where you handle “contracts” with potential corporate partners who want their own harem branch. I kept pausing, thinking how I’d design actual lingerie sets for them: soft leather harnesses for the submissive accountant type, transparent body stocking for the market manipulator who ruins competitors while taking a footjob on her desk. At one point I was negotiating prices for public use sessions on one screen and sketching a crotchless bodysuit in Procreate on the other, and it all just blended. The game lets you push the girls into pregnancy deals like they’re limited edition drops, fill them up, send them back out, watch clients line up for that. It’s fucked up. It’s hot. I still wish the interface didn’t hide some details in tiny menus like some cheap fast-fashion site, but then I catch myself zooming in on a courtesan getting her ass filled and I forget what I was annoyed about. Anyway, the city doesn’t care. You start with nothing, you end with a building full of moaning, swollen, used bodies and a bank account that keeps climbing every time someone walks through your doors. It feels like running a fashion brand where the models never leave the show, they just keep getting fucked harder behind the curtain.

Henry’s Adventures starts all quiet and cozy in this little mountain village, and then five minutes later you’re balls deep in trouble, literally and not. You walk around thinking “ok, classic fantasy, nice trees, simple quests,” and then an elf girl with ears sharp enough to cut paper bends over a table and the camera just zooms in on that ridiculous ass like the game knows exactly why you’re here. It’s very honest like that. One second you’re talking about bandits, next second she’s on her knees, drool running down her lip while she works your cock with both hands, and the dialogue is trying so hard to stay serious that it becomes kind of funny. Henry himself is this young dude who looks a bit too clean to be hiking through monster nests, but the moment he starts fucking he goes full bully mode, grabbing hair, pushing heads down, stuffing girls full and then acting like it’s normal village routine.

What actually stuck with me is how horny the world itself feels. You go into a cave thinking “ok, some generic monster fight,” and instead there’s a thick green orc girl with arms like a gym bro and tits that almost spill out of her armor. She pins Henry to the rock wall and you think you’re dead, but it turns into this rough, messy scene where you end up fucking her stupid while her muscles twitch around you. Then later there’s this vampire chick in an old ruin, pale skin, red eyes, tits barely contained in that corset joke she’s wearing. She pretends she wants your blood, then drops down and starts licking your shaft like it’s some rare wine, slow and teasing, until you finally grab her head and fuck her face. The animation sells it well when she gags and her throat bulges around you, and when you finish she doesn’t just swallow, you actually see the cum spill out and slide down her chin before she smears it with her thumb and licks it. Real nice detail. Kind of annoying that sometimes the dialogue boxes cover exactly the part you want to watch, and you keep tapping on mobile praying you don’t accidentally skip the good frame, but whatever, I still kept going from scene to scene like a degenerate squirrel hunting nuts.

The game really loves threesomes too. At one point you stumble into a campfire scene with an orc girl and an elf sharing a drink, and somehow that turns into both of them arguing who rides you first. You lie on your back, elf bouncing on your cock, her big tits jumping everywhere, while the orc sits on your face and grinds so hard you almost feel it through the screen. When you pull out at the end and creampie the elf, it’s not just a quick white flash. It’s slow, you see her pussy stretching around you, then thick cum pouring back out while she clenches and moans like she can’t decide if she wants more or less. Later there is a spider girl or something like that, I still don’t know what she was exactly because I skipped her talking too fast, but she gave a handjob that went from gentle to full-on abuse in three clicks and I liked it way more than I want to admit. Not all scenes hit the same. Some feel a bit rushed, like the build up is there but then the actual sex is over too quick, and sometimes faces look weird when they’re moaning. Still, the way Henry just walks around this fantasy land and casually fucks anything with fangs, ears or claws like it’s part of the adventure, that part is burned in my brain more than the “save the world” stuff. I opened it “just to check it” on my phone while waiting for a download on Steam and ended up finishing three times before I even remembered what I was supposed to play in the first place.