Angst feels like watching a couple in their thirties crack open their marriage with a crowbar instead of a key, and then somehow still trying to make it romantic. You’re in Miles’ head most of the time, which is both hot and kind of pathetic in a good way. He has this fantasy of other guys fucking his wife, Claire, and the game doesn’t waste much time before that stops being just dirty talk. What caught me is how normal they look and act at first. They sit on the couch, talk about work, kiss like they’ve done it a thousand times, and then suddenly he’s asking her if she ever thinks about other men. That whole scene at the kitchen table where she keeps tracing circles on her coffee mug while he tries to say the word “sharing” without choking on it, that one stuck. He’s turned on and scared at the same time, and the game lets you sit in that mess for a while before any dick comes out. Although when the first blowjob scene hits, it really hits. The camera is way too close on her lips wrapping around him, spit shining his shaft, and the little eye contact she sneaks up at him feels way more intimate than the later porn-y stuff with other guys.

The sex with other men doesn’t come across as some wild party at first, it feels awkward and wrong and hot, in that order. There’s one scene where Claire is on her knees in front of another guy in a hotel room, and Miles is pretending he just wants to watch, but the game keeps cutting to his clenched jaw more than her sucking. You get these dialogue choices where you can push her to go further or pull back, and they’re just a few words, but they completely flip the vibe. When you tell her “Open wider, show him what you can do,” and she looks unsure for half a second then takes him deeper, gagging a bit, you feel powerful and like a total piece of shit at the same time. Later there’s a creampie where she’s riding this dude, moaning his name, and Miles is stuck on a chair like a side character in his own marriage. The moment he realizes the guy is about to cum inside her and he doesn’t stop it felt nasty in a way porn usually skips. The hot part is her hips grinding down, taking every drop. The fucked up part is the silence afterward, when she’s lying there with his cum leaking out and you can tell both of them are trying to pretend this is fine. It’s not even about the swinging or whatever at that point, it’s about that tiny look she gives him like “Did I go too far?” and he still says “You were amazing.” I’m not even sure I liked it, but I couldn’t look away.

Memory Machine feels like someone mixed a porn site with a cheap VR headset and a fucked up therapy session, then forgot to polish anything and just said, “Yeah, that’s good enough.” In a good way. You’re this guy sitting in a chair, basically being plugged into other people’s memories, and the whole thing plays out like an ASMR session that got horny and morally wrong. You don’t just look at scenes, you kind of “fall” into them. One moment you’re watching a shy girl looking at herself in the mirror, touching her own lips like she’s not sure they’re hers, and the next second you’re in her bathroom with her, close enough to count the tiny goosebumps on her neck while she slowly starts stripping. The sound design is low-key erotic as hell: tiny breath catches, the wet slide when she spits in her hand before wrapping her fingers around you, that little gulp after she swallows. It’s not clean, it’s not glamorous. It’s awkward and messy and that’s exactly why it hits.

What I like is how the teasing actually feels like teasing. Not the usual “two seconds and boom sex.” You sit through these moments where nothing “big” happens. A girl sits on your lap, grinding little by little, acting like she’s not doing anything, talking about normal shit while you’re painfully hard in her hand, and she’s pretending she’s just “curious”. She licks the tip of your cock once, then pulls away, smiles like she just won something, and you can hear her tongue pull away with that sticky sound. That drives me crazy more than the actual blowjob sometimes. And when she finally goes down on you, she doesn’t start like a porn star. It’s clumsy, too much teeth at first, then she gets more confident, hands pumping, drool dripping, taking you deeper, choking a bit, stubborn, like she needs to prove she can take all of it. There is a scene where she holds your cock against her tongue and whispers “I want to taste everything, all of it,” and when she does swallow, you hear the cum hit the back of her throat and then that thick gulp. It feels way too real for something made of pixels. Then in another memory, you get the opposite: girl wipes your load off her tongue with two fingers, stares at it, rubs it on her pussy while she masturbates and never even thinks to lick it. That memory stuck with me. I still kinda hate her for it and love her in the same time.

The corruption vibe isn’t loud in your face, it sneaks in. At first, some girls act all innocent, like proper virgins, flinching when you touch their bare skin, cheeks red when your hand slides up their thigh. There’s one memory where she says “I’ve never done anything like this, don’t look” while she plays with herself, spreading her lips just a little, then peeking through her fingers to see if you’re watching anyway. The game keeps pushing that line where she tells you no with words but moves closer with her body. She starts in baggy clothes, nervous, covering her chest with her arms. Later, same girl, same memory chain, she’s the one ordering you to sit down, stripping slow and deliberate, tits out in public space with windows open, basically turning herself into a little exhibitionist for you. Nudity near the window, fingers sliding between her thighs while she looks outside like she wants someone to see. That shift is where the machine concept actually feels fucked, because you know these are “memories” and not fantasies, and you’re replaying them like a horny tourist. At some point two girls start making out in front of you, giggling, one of them sitting on the other’s face while still stroking your cock with lazy, almost distracted movements, like you’re just another toy. There is this crazy little detail where you can hear the wet sounds from their tongues and the sloppy noise from her handjob at the same time, almost like binaural porn. Very ASMR, very brain-melting. I kind of wish the game let you control the pacing of each scene more, but also I know I’d just pause too much and ruin the flow. My stupid little tip for this game: use headphones, lights off, and let the teasing drag you. Don’t rush the orgasm, let the girls lead you where they want, even when it feels a bit wrong. That’s where the machine really gets under your skin.

You check in at this weird, fucked up hotel thinking it’s just another quick jerk break between Discord messages and a half-finished ranked match in Valorant, and then it hits you: everyone here is hot, half-creepy, half-adorable, and technically dead. Not rotting dead, more like “came out of a lab, upgraded with big tits and attitude” dead. They call it relaxation, but it’s basically a cum economy. Your load is the wallet. Every handjob, every messy blowjob, every time you pump some zombie babe’s pussy, the counter goes up and more doors unlock. It sounds dumb when you explain it, but suddenly you’re actually thinking shit like “ok, I need 6 more loads to reach that room with the smug goth girl that looks like Wednesday had a way dirtier phase.”

What sinks the hook in is how familiar a lot of the girls feel, without the game screaming it in your face. One moment there’s a clumsy, brainy girl in an orange sweater who drops to her knees faster than my Wi‑Fi when I open Twitch, and the next you’re staring at a green-haired psychic that basically radiates “I could throw you through the wall, but I’d rather pin you to the bed and milk you dry.” A blonde in blue spandex leaning on the balcony rail like she owns the place, a tomboy with short hair and headphones who’s way too into teasing slow strokes with her hand, a shy chick with glasses who deepthroats like she’s trying to study your DNA. The game doesn’t pretend to be subtle. It just throws familiar faces at you, puts a price on them, and says: pay in cum.

The loop is stupid simple, which honestly works when you’re half-awake after scrolling porn on Xvideos and going “ok, one more thing before sleep.” New day, new girl at the hotel desk or waiting in some shady corridor, each with their own number slapped on like a cheap mobile game microtransaction. Only here, you’re grinding with your dick. Do a few rounds with an early girl, blow your load, watch the counter climb. Hit that goal, suddenly a door you kept clicking before finally opens and there’s a smug zombie redhead licking her lips, asking for “payment.” Sometimes you just sit there staring at the screen because the animation hits that perfect angle and you forget you were supposed to stop after one nut and go back to Netflix. Controls aren’t special, some things repeat a bit too much, and the sound can be slightly off, but then a girl looks up at you mid-blowjob with those big, glossy, undead eyes and you’re like, yeah, ok, fine, one more round.

The reunion starts awkward as hell, honestly. You're back with these girls you used to know everything about, but now they're all grown up with curves that definitely weren't there before. Sarah's got this whole MILF thing going on now, massive tits barely contained in her sweater, while Jessica's ass has filled out in ways that make you forget how to form sentences. The cabin feels smaller than you remember, or maybe everyone just got bigger in all the right places.

What gets weird though is how the whole weekend keeps... repeating? Like you'll be getting a handjob from one of them behind the kitchen counter, then suddenly you're back at Friday night again. Except this time you remember what happened, so you can push things further. Maybe instead of just watching Sarah breastfeed her kid through the crack in the door, you actually walk in and see what happens. The lactation scenes hit different when you're not just some creepy voyeur - she actually wants you there, wants you to taste what she's offering. The game doesn't explain the time loop thing much, but honestly who cares when you're building a harem of your childhood friends?

The lesbian content comes out of nowhere but it works. Watching them explore each other while you're getting a titjob from someone else creates this whole group dynamic that feels natural despite being completely insane. Sometimes you're groping multiple girls at once, sometimes you're just observing them figure out their own desires. The reunion becomes less about catching up and more about catching feelings, or at least catching orgasms. Each loop lets you shape different relationships - maybe this time you focus on the shy one who gives incredible blowjobs, or maybe you corrupt the innocent one until she's begging for more. The CG scenes are unpolished but they capture that raw, desperate energy of people making up for lost time.

Ugly bastard enjoyers are eating good with this one. It starts almost innocent, with these hot girls in bikinis just hanging around like it’s some cheap summer mobile ad, all shiny skin and big fake smiles, and then the camera kind of lingers too long on this wrinkled old dude in the corner. You know exactly what kind of ride you’re strapped into. The game flips between a male protagonist you actually control a bit and these poor girls’ POV, and that works way better than it should. One second you’re the younger guy thinking with his dick, trying to sneak glances at jiggling tits and fat asses, next scene you’re basically watching an old, ugly biker bastard slowly sink his claws into the same girls. There’s a weird, nasty charm to how unromantic it is. No flowers, no bullshit, just groping in a changing room, a blowjob behind a bar counter, or a hand sliding up a smooth thigh while someone pretends they’re not getting wet from it. The animations help a lot; they’re rough, not Hollywood-level smooth, but the way the boobs bounce when he grabs them, the way the ass ripples when he fucks her from behind, it hits that dirty porn energy instead of “clean VN loop”.

I liked how the sex escalates. It doesn’t just throw you straight to full-on creampie in ten clicks. At first it’s teasing, light groping, some boob pressing under a bikini top that barely fits over those big tits. There’s this scene where the brunette is sitting on a bike, short shorts riding up, and the old bastard just plants his hand on her ass, fingers digging in, and she does that tiny flinch that says “don’t” and “keep going” at the same time. Then later you’re watching him get a lazy titfuck while she looks away, all ashamed, and you can actually feel that NTR sting if you were following her earlier scenes with the younger guy. Oral scenes are dirty too: spit strings, gagging, mascara a bit smudged, and when he finally shoves his cock in and finishes deep, the creampie is shown in detail, not some white blur. The game loves internal shots, which is great and also kind of overused, but I’m not complaining, except when they skip the cleanup and just fade to black. Who does that? Also, the crossover moments are unexpectedly fun, like suddenly seeing a blonde you recognize from another project show up and immediately get manhandled, her bikini pulled aside, ass up and getting pounded while she tries to act like she’s too classy for this. It’s male domination all over the place, a lot of power imbalance, old ugly man on young hot meat, interracial scenes where the contrast is played up hard, and that nice mix of blowjob, handjob, titfuck, vaginal stuff that keeps it from feeling samey, even if the game itself is kind of unapologetically trashy. In a good way. Or a very bad way, depending on what part of you is judging.

She’s the type of woman who walks into a lecture hall and the air just changes. Not because she’s loud - she doesn’t need to be. Her voice is low, deliberate, the kind that makes you lean in without realizing. Professor Reed doesn’t smile much, but when she does it’s never for you… until you start noticing that tiny hesitation in her tone when she calls your name. The game never rushes that tension; it lets it build and twist. Every talk in her office feels like a test you weren’t told about - intellectual, but charged as hell. The longer you stay in her orbit, the more it’s clear that she’s not as cold as she wants to be. That’s when the corruption starts creeping in, slow and almost polite at first.

There’s something really addictive about how it turns academic power games into foreplay. The writing doesn’t hold your hand - one minute you’re discussing ethics and the next you’re pulling her hair as she moans your name like it’s the only thing left she believes in. It’s not just sex scenes thrown at you (though yeah, there are plenty and they’re filthy). It’s the weird emotional rhythm between dominance and tenderness that makes everything hit harder. Her reactions - when she finally lets go, when the control slips - feel earned. Even the sandbox parts, where you can experiment a bit with how far you push her or yourself, somehow make the story more intimate instead of just checklist porn. You get to decide whether she’s your lover, your toy, or something in between.

And yeah, it’s graphic as fuck: messy titjobs that turn into handjobs that end in warm creampies on her perfect skin, moments of exhibitionism where she wants to be seen but hates that she wants it, and those rare flashes of romance that mess with your head more than any blowjob could. I found myself half turned on, half curious about how far she’d fall - or maybe how far I’d drag her down. It’s dirty, but not dumb about it. Like watching someone unbutton their soul, one button too late.

Bella starts this summer as the kind of girl everyone pretends not to see. Soft, quiet, hiding inside baggy clothes and headphones, shuffling between campus and home with her eyes on the floor. Big body, small voice. Guys bump into her in the hallway and only say sorry to her books. Professors forget her name. She knows exactly how invisible she is, and it hurts more because she is still a virgin and her head is full of dirty thoughts she never dares to say out loud. Porn tabs minimized, vibrator hidden under thick sweaters, searching for “romantic first time” and then ending up watching girls choking on thick cocks and wondering why that turns her on so much. Then she goes to her grandmother’s little house in the middle of nowhere, expecting boring tea and old photos, and instead gets told that every woman in her family can ask a goddess to rewrite her body. Not her grades, not her personality. Her curves. Her tits. Her ass. Bella goes to sleep fat, shy and untouched, and wakes up with a waist her hands can wrap around, a huge ass that fights every pair of panties she owns, and breasts so heavy and perfect they spill out of the old comfy bra before she can even hook it. Same quiet girl, now trapped inside a body built for sin.

Returning home with that body is where the real corruption starts. The game leans hard into that contrast: she still thinks like the girl who sat in the back row, but every guy around her is suddenly staring at her chest first and her eyes second, if at all. Walking through campus is a whole event now. You actually feel the moment she realizes her tits bounce under her top, and there is this little scene with her trying to hold her notebook against her chest, pretending it is about modesty while the outline of her big boobs presses against the paper. Andrew, the childhood friend, tries very hard to keep his eyes on her face, but his jeans say something else. You get to decide how long he keeps pretending. Do you make her tease him, bending over just a bit too much, letting that big ass push against his lap when they sit on the couch playing some “innocent” co-op game, acting like she has no idea his cock is rock hard under the blanket? Or does she stay clueless longer, only slowly noticing that every time she leans forward his voice cracks and he has to adjust himself, and she goes home and masturbates to the memory of the bulge, fucking herself with her fingers and imagining what his big dick would feel like stretching her tight, untouched pussy until she can’t stay quiet anymore?

The tone swings nicely between fantasy and awkward, which fits her pretty well. One path can keep her sweet and romantic: slow kisses in her bedroom with the door half open, her sitting on top of Andrew, oversized hoodie sliding up to show the curve of her big ass, his hands shaking when he finally cups her massive tits for the first time through her bra, almost worshipping them. Her first blowjob can be shy and messy, drool on his stomach, her gagging a little on the size but pushing deeper because seeing him lose control hits something deep inside her. Another path lets her taste what happens when a girl with an hourglass bombshell body realizes the world is full of horny men who stopped seeing her as “that chubby quiet one” and now just see a walking fantasy. Older neighbor with thick forearms blurting out compliments when she bends over to pick up the mail, professor who suddenly offers “private tutoring” and stares at her cleavage the whole time, random jock who used to bump past her without looking and now can’t stop DMing her late at night asking what her new bra size is. You can play Bella as scared but curious, or as slowly addicted to the power of making big, muscular guys stutter just by crossing her legs and letting them imagine how that tight, newly shaped pussy would squeeze them. There is real romance if you want it, but there is also the dirty thrill of a former nobody riding a cock on a cheap mattress, big breasts bouncing, moaning too loud, thinking “I used to be invisible” right as she feels hot cum fill her for the first time and realizes her whole life can revolve around who gets to fuck this new body next.

You open your eyes and you’re already in trouble. No menu tutorial, no long lore dump, just this weird otherworld vibe and a glowing crystal that basically says “congrats, you’re screwed, go seduce elemental spirits or everything dies.” It sounds super dramatic, but the game treats it like you just got hired for the horniest internship ever. One moment you’re asking what the hell is a sephira anyway, next moment there’s this spirit girl with ridiculous tits acting like she’s way above you and still somehow ends up on her knees, drooling on your cock while trash-talking you for enjoying it too much. The tone jumps all the time: you’re saving the world, but also getting jerked off by a smug goddess behind a half-open curtain while other spirits pretend they don’t see. It feels like some horny parody of heroic fantasy, except sometimes it hits something oddly sweet, then immediately ruins it with a sloppy blowjob CG where she’s looking up like she wants to devour your soul through your shaft.

What works is how the girls all feel like they’re spying on each other, and on you. You can be alone with one in a garden, her boobs barely crammed into this “armor” that looks like it would snap if she breathed too hard, and you still have this sense someone is watching from the bushes, fingering herself while you shove her friend’s face into your lap. The game leans hard into the voyeur vibe without always saying it. You get scenes where you’re supposed to “seal” a spirit’s power, and sealing basically means fucking her stupid while her magic leaks out of her body in glowy effects that make zero physical sense, yet somehow you get it. One had you sitting on a throne while several girls kneel around you, one stroking you slow, another licking at the tip while a third just squeezes your balls like she’s testing fruit in a supermarket. It visualizes “harem” in a way that feels messy and clumsy, like someone’s fantasy sketchbook that escaped from their hard drive, and honestly I respect that a bit. It’s not subtle. At all.

There’s this one scene that stuck in my head: a proud, bossy wind spirit that spent the whole route making fun of you, calling you weak, calling your dick “average” in that bratty tone, ends up riding you so hard her huge ass is slapping against your thighs, boobs bouncing up to her chin, while she threatens to crush your soul if you cum without permission. Then the game just lets you ignore her and finish deep anyway, and she breaks, eyes rolling up, drool stringing off her tongue, pretending she’s furious while her body clearly loves it. It should feel repetitive, but it doesn’t really, maybe because every girl has a slightly different flavor of bullying you, or pretending you’re beneath them while they’re choking on your cock. Jokes land in this dumb, charming way too, like a fire spirit complaining about “world-ending stakes” while jerking you off lazily, or a quiet one in the back of the orgy grabbing your hand and guiding it to her tits like “hey, don’t forget I exist.” The game looks like it was made more for the filthy CGs than for elegance, and yeah, some poses are awkward and some faces look a little off, but when you’re watching your character buried under a pile of naked spirits, multiple hands stroking, tongues everywhere, that stuff kind of melts away. It’s not refined, but it’s horny in a very honest, slightly unhinged way, like a late-night Discord server fantasy that became a real thing you can click through while one hand is busy.

Nolan’s life goes to shit in one afternoon. Fired, broke, ego crushed, he runs away to this tiny town that looks like it was ripped out of some cozy postcard, the kind of place where the loudest thing at night is a cricket and someone’s shitty truck. He just wants to drift, jerk off in peace, maybe pull himself together eventually. Instead, he walks straight into a war. A mega-corp shows up with glossy smiles and legal papers, ready to kick everyone out and drill the ground until there’s nothing left but holes and regret. And the most ridiculous part? The one thing standing between the town and total ruin is who he decides to fuck. Not metaphorically. Literally, who he puts his dick in changes the fate of everything.

Every route feels like its own little universe. One evening you’re on a rickety porch swing with the girl who pretends she doesn’t care, her shirt two sizes too small for those massive tits that bounce even when she breathes. She lights a cigarette, complains about the corporate scum, then suddenly she’s on her knees between your legs, mouthing off about “stress relief” while her lips wrap around your cock. The blowjob scene there is slow and messy, with more focus on her expression than any fancy camera bullshit. She gags, wipes spit off her chin with the back of her hand, grins like a brat, then asks you what you’re willing to sacrifice. You click a choice while your dick is still inside her throat. That’s the tone. Plot and porn stitched together so hard they start to feel the same. Another night, different path, you’re in a cramped office drowning in paperwork with the “responsible” woman. She’s got the biggest boobs in the whole game, all tightly packed into a blouse that begs for mercy. She makes you help her crunch numbers for some sneaky legal counterattack, and it’s actually kind of tense, kind of smart. Then, as a “reward,” she closes the door, climbs on your lap, pulls your cock out and presses it against herself while your hand is buried under her bra, fingers squeezing those huge, warm tits. She starts grinding, whispering in your ear about court filings and land ownership while you’re trying not to cum in your pants too early. When she finally slides you in and rides you until you creampie her on her desk, the game quietly shifts a flag in the background that changes the entire endgame strategy. It looks like a porn scene, but the script underneath is doing work.

What really sells it is how low-key rude the game is about your choices. You don’t just pick “good guy” or “asshole” from a menu. You decide whose bed you end up in, how honest you are with them, whether you pull out or fill them up, whether you help with their weird late-night problem or just jerk off alone thinking about their huge tits and fall asleep. There are several moments where the game lets you be a selfish dick in very horny ways. Like the shower scene where she’s already stroking you with soapy hands, water running over those big breasts, and you can either help her wash or just grab her head and fuck her throat until she’s choking on your cum, then pretend you didn’t notice she wanted more intimacy. That tiny click will echo much later when the town is on the edge and she suddenly trusts you less, or more, depending how you handled her. There’s a masturbation scene where Nolan imagines different futures with each woman, jerking himself off while the game quietly branches according to whose face he’s picturing when he finishes. Handjob scenes sometimes feel more loaded than full-on sex, because you’re talking about eviction notices while a soft hand is squeezing the base of your cock, thumb rubbing the tip as pre drips out, and you’re choosing dialogue options that might save or damn your neighbors. It’s horny, yes, but weirdly heavy too. Then again, nothing is really fair when your orgasm is basically a vote.

I didn’t expect to laugh this much while, you know, also being wildly turned on. *Furry Bang Town* sounds like some cheap meme bait, but halfway through the first date scene with that smug wolf barista (he keeps pretending he’s bored while his tail literally wags), I realized this game knows exactly what it’s doing. There’s this weird mix of parody and genuine horniness - it flirts with irony but still goes all in when things get wet. The humor hits that awkward space where you don’t know if you’re supposed to cringe or moan. And the writing? Kind of broken in places, but in a way that feels like someone poured their kinks into Google Translate and said, “good enough.” It works. Too well maybe.

I keep thinking about Judy - not the movie one, but the version here who’s somehow both a cop and a futa stripper on weekends. Her route wrecked me; she teases like she’s reading your mind, then there’s this beach scene where she just drops the uniform and starts talking about “justice” while grinding against your thigh. It’s ridiculous. I almost closed the tab, but the sound design pulled me back - heavy breathing layered with seagulls and waves, absurdly effective. Then suddenly, boom, Pokémon crossover out of nowhere. A Lucario bartender offering “protein shots.” I wanted to roll my eyes, but I was already clicking through dialogue faster than I’d like to admit.

The public use scenes are messy in every sense - crowded cafe bathrooms, fur everywhere, people pretending not to watch. It’s filthy, kind of funny, and weirdly intimate. I hated that it made me feel something beyond just arousal. Also, the ending just stops mid-sentence, like the dev gave up or came too early. Still, I can’t stop thinking about that line where the pony character whispers, “You smell like story.” What does that even mean? Maybe nothing. Maybe everything. I’m probably overthinking it, but whatever - this game got under my skin in ways it really shouldn’t have.