It’s weird how this one got under my skin. I opened *Deck of Hearts* expecting another lazy click‑through with the same recycled bodies, but the writing kept pulling me back. It’s just text and cards, right? Except the cards don’t feel like props - they’re little traps for your decisions. You draw one and suddenly you’re in a room that smells like perfume and bad ideas, staring at a redhead who looks like she knows exactly how far you’ll go before folding. The game doesn’t even try to hide its filth; it leans into it like it’s proud of being shameless. And honestly, good. The MC’s voice is messy, horny, insecure, sometimes cruel, which feels way more real than those perfect hero types.

There’s this scene - I won’t spoil too much - but the moment the blonde leans over the table, teasing about “luck,” you realize the cards aren’t random at all. They’re judging you. It’s not subtle, but it works. I laughed when I shouldn’t have, mostly because the dialogue feels like something you’d overhear in a bar where everyone’s pretending not to listen. The corruption angle hits harder than expected; it’s slow, sticky, uncomfortable in the best way. I caught myself clicking slower, reading every line twice, like the words might change if I stared long enough. Sometimes they do. Maybe that’s just me projecting.

If there was an award for “Most Unnecessary Grope That Still Made Sense,” this game wins it. The AI CGs look almost too clean for the dirt they’re showing, like someone tried to polish sin. The MILF character - yeah, you’ll know her when she shows up - has this smug smile that makes the whole plot bend around her. I kinda wish the teen character had more agency, but maybe that’s the point: everyone’s trapped in their own deck. Also, whoever wrote the card descriptions must’ve been drunk or a poet. Hard to tell which. Anyway, I closed the tab and immediately reopened it. That probably says enough.

So there I was, expecting another generic isekai trash game, but this hell-school thing actually caught me off guard. The premise sounds stupid at first - truck-kun strikes again, right? But then you're stuck being principal of some twisted academy where anime waifus end up trapped. The she-devil who recruits you has this whole seductive manipulation thing going on, and honestly? Her voice acting isn't terrible for what looks like a budget production. You get thrown into this weird city managing all these girls from different series - Tsunade's there looking magnificent as always, Sakura's being her usual self, even got Makima which... damn, that woman's dangerous even in pixel form.

The sandbox elements let you wander around freely, but sometimes I got lost trying to figure out what triggers certain scenes. Mai Sakurajima shows up and suddenly I'm having Bunny Girl Senpai flashbacks to my younger days discovering ecchi anime. The groping mechanics feel clunky though - like they just slapped them in without much thought. Oral scenes are surprisingly well animated for such a rough-looking game, especially with Boa Hancock who knows exactly what she's doing. But then Hinata's scenes feel rushed compared to others? Makes no sense. The male domination stuff ranges from playful teasing to more intense moments, and you can choose how far to push things with each girl.

What really gets me is the moral choice system - help these trapped waifus escape or drag them deeper into corruption for your demonic boss. Some paths lead to genuine romance while others... well, let's just say Nobara Kugisaki has some very explicit punishment scenes if you go the darker route. The vaginal sex animations could use work but there's something raw about the whole experience that reminds me of those early flash games we used to play in secret. Zero Two's route especially had me making choices I probably shouldn't admit to. Not gonna lie, spent way too many hours trying to unlock everything with Nami.

You come back from a boring business trip with a head full of spreadsheets and hotel porn, expecting your cute newlywed wife to jump on you at the door. Instead she’s napping in the middle of the afternoon, hair messy, phone too close to her hand, and you get this weird little punch in the gut that something’s off. Not “she forgot to feed the cat” off. More like “someone else might have been in this bed” off. She smiles, kisses you, acts sweet, but that tiny delay before she answers simple questions just keeps scratching at your brain. The game takes that small uncomfortable feeling and just keeps poking it, harder and harder, while you try to convince yourself you’re just tired and paranoid. Spoiler: you’re probably not.

The whole thing hangs on that one stupid selfie she sent you while you were away. You know the one. Lingerie that you didn’t even know she owned, tits squeezed up like she’s trying to win a contest, eyes a little too needy. At first you were just horny and you jerked off to it alone in your hotel room. Later, back home, you stare at it again and finally see it: three fingertips on the edge of the frame, some stranger’s hand trying to stay out of view. That tiny detail turns your brain into a crime scene. From there the story slips between your perspective and hers. On your side, you’re walking around the house like a detective in denial, clicking through small things that suddenly feel like clues: the subtle smell on the sheets that is not your cologne, her panties in the laundry that are more lace and less “comfortable wife mode”, her slightly glazed look when you touch her, like she’s comparing you to someone else in her head. On her side, it’s this slow, messy slide from “happy new bride” into “I shouldn’t do this” and then right into “I want him to do it again” while her body language gets looser and her ahegao face shows up more often than you want to admit turns you on a bit too.

Sex scenes aren’t just random porn stops, they sneak up on you. One moment you’re arguing in the kitchen about something stupid, next moment the game cuts to how she spent that same time earlier with another guy, bra on the floor, those big breasts bouncing while she rides him and moans into a pillow so the neighbors won’t hear. Creampies that hit way too raw because you know that same pussy is what you’re supposed to be “making love” to later like some clueless husband. Sometimes you get to fuck her too, and that’s the worst part, because the CG shows her eyes rolling back a bit more when she’s remembering his cock instead of yours. Lingerie that she wears “for you” is actually what he already tore off once. There’s this mystery thread running under everything, not just “who is he” but “how far did she go, and when did it really start” and the more you see her side, the less clean the answer feels. It’s not obedient wife corrupted in one night. It’s little choices, late messages, risky selfies, one kiss that should have stopped but didn’t, and then your whole married life is sitting on the edge of a knife and everyone is pretending not to see the blood. And yeah, the story is kinda linear, but honestly, when you’re watching your own wife slowly turn into someone else’s favorite toy, you don’t feel like you have many choices anyway.

Ethan and Ava feel like that couple you see on Instagram and think, ok this is fake, nobody is this in love. But in this game it actually feels real at first. They text cute things, stupid horny things, “I miss your mouth” kind of messages, little inside jokes. You get all of that right in your phone, like you are reading a chat that maybe you were not supposed to see. And because everything is on mobile style, it is way too easy to forget this is fiction and not your own fucked up life. Their sex talk is not shy at all. She sends him “remember how you filled me up on the kitchen counter” and you can feel his dick wake up through the screen. They talk about how she loves when he pushes deep, how she wants him to wreck her again as soon as he comes back, how she can still feel his last creampie when she tries to sleep. It is sweet and dirty at the same time. The kind of romance where you think destiny finally did something right for once. A marriage where love and lust are holding hands and laughing at everyone else. You get lulled into this comfort, like oh ok this is just a horny couple sexting, cute. And then that one message drops from the other woman and the whole vibe just flips.

This “best friend” character hits like a ghost from another timeline. You feel immediately that her place in Ethan’s story is not small. She throws that word “favor” and suddenly every line of text has weight. She knows exactly what she did for him before, he knows, and you as a player slowly peel it away while also deciding how much of a coward or bastard he is going to be. She teases him, not just sexually, but psychologically. She reminds him of that old debt, then adds little pieces of filth on top. A picture that is way too revealing. A message where she describes how she imagines his tongue on her while his wife is in the next room. A “joke” where she mentions sharing him, then pretends it was nothing. And you sit there, phone in your hand, feeling that mix of arousal and “oh fuck this is a bad road” that only this kind of story can give. The netorare angle creeps in slow. At first it is just tension. Then you read a choice like “Tell her no” or “Ask what exactly she wants” and you already know the second option is you stepping into hell. She talks about taking what is “owed” from his perfect little wife too, hinting at situations where Ava is not as safe as she thinks, all through texts that feel uncomfortably possible. One second you are reading Ava sending him a selfie in a tight top, saying she wants his cock buried inside her again. Next second you are reading the friend describing how she would make Ava moan for someone that is not her husband. The sex descriptions when things start to cross the line are blunt. Tongues, throats, asses, messy cum on big tits, no soft filters. Ahegao faces described like “she looks ruined and happy and wrong at the same time.” The corruption is not just bodies, it is that slow slide where Ethan goes from “I can never do this to her” to “maybe just one time, maybe she never finds out” and you are the one pressing the answer. The game makes you complicit in every dirty little betrayal, like fate is not written in the stars but in the stupid horny text you choose to send. And somehow that feels way more dangerous than any high fantasy epic with swords and magic. Here it is just you, your phone, two women, and one favor that should have stayed unpaid.

Jennifer starts as this kinda stuck up, kinda lost girl who suddenly has to deal with dead dad, weird inheritance, and oh yeah, surprise, you’re a witch now. Not the cute cartoon type. More like “your body is a fucking weapon and everyone around you is low‑key a perv about it” type. Game drops you in with her already stacked like a hentai thumbnail: huge tits, fat ass, tight clothes that absolutely are not work‑appropriate, and then lets the world react to that in the worst possible ways. First thing that hit me was how much the camera loves her. It keeps finding angles where her boobs fill half the screen when she talks to someone, or when she climbs stairs the shot sort of lags behind her ass like a horny dog. It’s not subtle. Sometimes it’s actually too much, I caught myself trying to click past dialog and just staring at jiggle physics like an idiot. Then again, that’s kind of the point, right? Or maybe the point is something else, I forgot halfway when the shop guy “accidentally” pressed up against her back during a cutscene and the game just lets it happen.

What I liked way too much is how the game treats “private” moments. Jennifer’s room becomes this little porn stage. You come back after some event, she’s annoyed or stressed or maybe just bored, and you can send her to bed or to shower or just make her laze around. That’s where the voyeur thing kicks hard. You’re not exactly roleplaying her, it feels more like you’re watching her and giving little nudges. She changes clothes, bends over, checks herself in the mirror, and you start thinking “ok, this is harmless,” and then she sits on the bed, hand under panties, and suddenly it’s not harmless at all. There’s a scene where she tries to masturbate quietly because someone is sleeping nearby, and the camera just hangs on her face, half guilt, half need, while you hear soft wet sounds. Nothing fancy, but it hit like porn hidden in a normal game. Except this is not a normal game at all, obviously. She keeps telling herself “just a quick one” and you can choose to push it further or cut it short. I always say I’ll be tasteful and then, yeah, no.

Outside the bedroom, the sandbox stuff makes it feel like a horny daily routine sim. You wander around the town or mansion, talk to people, poke at quests, all that typical RPGM structure, but almost every location has some chance for Jennifer to be touched, brushed, cornered. Some scenes feel like accidents: a crowded hallway where hands stay a bit too long, a drunk guy “stabilizing” her by grabbing her waist and obviously sliding lower, or a perv pretending to sleep while his hand drifts on her thigh. Other scenes are straight out assault and the game doesn’t exactly moralize about it. It actually bothered me at first how often folks just grope her like she’s public property, and then five minutes later I was saving right before those scenes to replay them. The sleep stuff is fucked up in a way that’s so deliberate the game practically winks at you. Camera lingers on her sleeping form, clothes a little displaced, breathing slow, and then someone’s shadow leans in. Or sometimes it’s just you watching her sleep and zooming in on skin, which is weirdly intimate and horny at the same time. The 3D look sells all that, by the way. Faces are a bit plastic sometimes, but her curves are ridiculous in motion. I hated how stiff some animations are, except during the actual lewd parts where suddenly everything moves just enough to make you stare. It’s kind of trashy, kind of hot, kinda repetitive, and I still found myself sneaking another “quick run” on my lunch break at the office with Slack open on second monitor like that would save me if someone walked in.

Lena’s voice keeps ringing in my head even after I closed the tab - like an echo that’s not really hers, but mine. She’s drawn to disaster, that much is clear. I kept thinking she’d make a “good” choice, but the game doesn’t reward good. It teases it, then smothers it under sweat and half-whispered apologies. That scene in the cheap motel room (yeah, the one with the red sheets that keep sliding down her thighs) hit weirdly hard. I wanted to laugh, but I didn’t. Ian’s dialogue there, when he asks if she *feels anything at all* - it’s not written like porn, it’s more like he’s daring her to stop pretending. And then you realize the game’s been daring *you* the same way for the last hour.

There’s a rhythm to the choices, like breathing too fast and then stopping. One moment you’re talking about dreams and gigs and paying rent; next, you’ve got Lena on her knees, warm breath fogging up the screen. The blowjob animation isn’t even the point - it’s how she looks up after, like she’s trying to find meaning in it. I swear that little pause before she wipes her mouth says more about her than any of the branching dialogue trees. But still, there’s something sloppy about the transitions - like it’s all too aware of what it’s supposed to turn you on with. I got annoyed once because the text box covered her chest at the exact wrong time. Then I forgot I was annoyed when she bit her lip and said his name wrong on purpose. Some games talk about corruption; this one feels sticky with it, uncomfortable in a way that makes you stay longer than planned.

By the time the threesome scene rolled around - Lena, the redhead, and Ian with that smug smirk - I’d stopped trying to make moral choices. You just click and watch the mess unfold. It’s romantic and ugly and kind of beautiful in its own broken rhythm. Like you shouldn’t be watching, but you keep doing it anyway because there’s something too human about all that skin and guilt tangled together.

Xweb looks like something a horny creep coded after binging too much Black Mirror and porn parody anime, and honestly that’s the charm. You’re this “Secret User” in a sketchy underground app where strangers send you messed up requests, and you answer them by typing out custom commands, like you’re tech support for perverts and psychos. One guy wants his cheating wife exposed, another wants to stalk an idol with ridiculous tits, someone else is begging you to fix a cursed sex tape that literally kills people who watch it. The UI keeps pinging your phone like Telegram plus OnlyFans plus something that really should get your device seized at airport security. Between answering clients, the story cuts to animated scenes where your choices clearly messed up someone’s life or turned them into your next obsessed toy. It’s not just “click to see boobs” either; the conversations are surprisingly long and filthy, with the girls oversharing way too fast, sending pics that get more hardcore the more you push them. One moment a shy student is asking if it’s wrong to fantasize about her professor, next moment she’s sending you a video of her riding a dildo in the dim light, her huge tits bouncing like it’s a cheap camshow and she keeps whispering your username like it’s sacred. There’s real horny energy in how the text, the voices, and the little animations sync up, even if sometimes the English sounds like Google Translate having a stroke.

Sex-wise the game goes hard into the whole “harem in a horror movie” mood. You’ve got multiple girls orbiting around this Xweb nonsense, each one with their own flavor of messed up. The soft-spoken one with the big ass who “accidentally” leaves her camera on while she changes. The cosplayer with huge boobs who keeps sending you low-angle shots, then later ends up in a corrupted stream where something in the background is not human. Scenes can flip from erotic to creepy without warning. One minute she’s on all fours, moaning while you pound her pussy in some cheap motel with neon light flashing through the window, the next minute the video glitches and her face distorts for a second, like something from a cursed tape, before snapping back while she’s still begging you not to stop. It’s weirdly hot. The vaginal sex is animated in that simple 2D style where everything is about the rhythm: her ass slamming back into your hips, the wet sounds cranked up way too loud, cum filling her and then dripping down her thighs in looping shots that are almost hypnotic. You can tell where the artist spent all the effort: tits and asses wobble, nipples get hard, her expression changes with each thrust, and sometimes it looks a bit off perspective-wise but that just kind of adds to the dirty feel, like you shouldn’t even be watching this. The parody side quietly sneaks in when you recognize archetypes from big anime and mainstream games, but warped, like a “totally not that famous witch girl” with a hat way too big and cleavage even bigger, or a “not that survival horror cop chick at all” who somehow ends up tied to a chair, riding your cock for her life while something claws at the door. Xweb mixes shit that shouldn’t go together: tech support, time travel talk, a hitman looking for you in the real world, and somehow you still end up focusing on one thing: whose tight little virtual hole are you filling next while the entire world apparently goes to hell around you.

This thing feels like some horny slice-of-life anime that accidentally grew a brain. You start as this guy who basically got reshuffled into a new "family" after shit went bad when he was younger, but nobody is actually related. That tiny detail changes the whole vibe. They act like family, they live like family, they fight over stupid stuff like family, but the game keeps poking at that soft spot of "ok, but what if I actually want to fuck them?" And it does not pretend you don’t. The school setting adds this weird double-life feeling: in the morning you’re in uniform, pretending to be normal, then you come back home and your world is full of big tits, tight shorts, and that one pair of yoga pants that should honestly be illegal.

What I liked is how the sandbox part lets you be a bit of a sneaky bastard. You’re not forced into one straight line. You wake up, you check your phone, maybe you jerk off to a photo you grabbed earlier, maybe you go to the bathroom and "accidentally" walk in on someone showering, maybe you go to school and sit in class trying not to pop a full tent because you remember what happened last night on the couch. It’s the little moments that really feel filthy. Like that time I was just clicking through rooms, half distracted, and walked in at the exact time one of the women was alone with a vibrator, legs spread, trying to stay quiet. The animation is short but it hits. Her ass is bouncing slightly, tits moving with her hands, and you have the choice to watch like a creep or interrupt. I picked watch, obviously. No regrets. Well, a few.

The game really loves big asses and huge boobs, like it’s almost a fetish museum sometimes. You’re in the kitchen, you bend down to open a drawer, camera just forgets the drawer and zooms mentally on her ass. In bed scenes, those tits are front and center, and vaginal sex is not some fade-to-black hint, you literally see everything. They like to show you the penetration, the wetness, the slow push in, then suddenly the pace goes crazy and she’s moaning into a pillow so nobody in the next room hears. Sometimes you get sex toys involved, and it actually fits the characters. One girl acts shy as hell, but then you find out she’s been hiding this pink dildo in a stupidly obvious place and using it every time the house is quiet. I got her to admit it in one of the routes and she asked me to "help" her because the toy wasn’t enough anymore. That scene in her room, her on all fours, toy in one hand, you behind her, fucking her while she tries to keep her voice low so the rest of the "family" doesn’t notice, is probably when the game finally clicked for me. It pretends to be wholesome, but everyone’s horny, lonely and pretending not to be, and the game just lets all that pressure leak out in the dirtiest way possible.

Temptation’s Ballad feels like someone took a horny D&D session, removed the shy players, pumped the bard full of slutty energy and then forgot to write a safe word. You start in this medieval fantasy city that pretends to be serious with demons and noble houses and gods and whatever, but the game is very honest about what actually matters: who you’re going to fuck, how badly you’re going to mess up your party’s reputation, and how much property damage your dick (or tits) indirectly causes. It calls itself “fairly linear” but it doesn’t feel stiff. More like a drunk march in one direction where you keep getting distracted by a hot ass in the alley, some half‑clothed monster girl in a tavern, or a noble milf who really needs “help” with her magic circle. One moment you’re trying to act like a real hero, the next you’re getting your face sat on by a smug futa demon who treats you like her favorite chew toy. The story leans on the classic trio of idiots party setup: disaster gay, smug bastard, and something in between that definitely should not be trusted around potions. Their banter is half the fun, because they talk like actual horny people who overshare, tease, flirt too hard, then pretend it was “just a joke” while obviously staring at each other’s bulges. There’s real romance in there, surprisingly soft sometimes, and the game just throws it next to scenes where someone is getting spanked in a backroom while a voyeur peeks through the cracks. It shouldn’t work together, but it does, like putting lube on holy water.

The erotic tone is really on that line between silly and nasty. You get all the classic stuff: sloppy oral, tits used like they’re religious objects, thick cocks that clearly don’t follow standard fantasy anatomy rules, creampies that would absolutely require healing spells after. The city of Axia feels like a sandbox for kinks, even if the main plot is straight like an arrow. You’ll walk into a side scene thinking “okay, just dialogue” and suddenly there is a dommy knight stepping on someone’s chest, or a monster girl wrapping a tail around a guy’s throat while riding him. There’s casual interracial stuff, big black cock jokes thrown in like shitposts, and netorare tension playing in the background when someone’s crush gets a little too cozy with a rival. The game never stops to politely explain corruption or cheating either, it just lets you sit there with that ugly horny feeling in your chest while a character moans another person’s name. Sometimes the pacing is a mess and a really nice emotional beat gets bulldozed by a sex scene with way too much groping and not enough build up, like the writer was afraid to let you breathe. I kinda hate that. I also kinda love it. The soundtrack is the quiet hero here, by the way. Fantasy tavern strings and flutes that slide into slow, bass‑heavy, low‑tempo tracks when clothes start coming off, the kind of music that makes you turn down your volume on Discord because you know exactly what you’re doing. There’s even this one track that loops during a teasing scene where a character keeps grinding on your lap but “won’t let you cum yet” and the rhythm matches the fucking text speed. That little sync made me laugh and then immediately shut up because it actually turned me on. It’s not a classy game. It doesn’t want to be. It’s messy, loud, horny, too obsessed with big boobs and bigger problems, and Axia feels like a place where every summer vacation ends with someone pregnant, corrupted, or tied to a bed. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?