Whole thing feels like somebody grabbed Overwatch, threw it into a horny fanfic Discord, and then actually finished it for once. You’re basically dropped into this weird “school but not really school” setup where Tracer is cracking jokes, D.Va’s glued to her phone like she’s farming Twitch subs, and Mercy looks like she’s pretending to be responsible while absolutely not being responsible at all. It’s a visual novel, so yeah, expect a lot of clicking through dialogue, but the dev at least tries to make you feel like the choices matter. One moment you’re just teasing D.Va about her stream, next moment you’ve got her on her knees, eyes glossy, sloppy sound effects in your headphones, and you’re like “ok I did not expect it to escalate on this click.” The transitions into the scenes are actually kinda smooth, except when they’re not and it jumps straight from flirty banter to her lips around your cock like someone hit fast forward on Pornhub.

The 3D look is… funny. Sometimes Mercy’s ass looks like it has its own gravity field, like it’s about to pull the whole classroom into orbit, and then in the next scene her face goes a bit plastic and you’re stuck staring at her mouth because the tongue animation is way better than it has any right to be. Oral stuff is clearly where the dev had the most fun. D.Va drooling on your shaft, Mercy going slow and “professional”, Tracer doing that playful tease where she kisses just the tip then pulls back with this smirk that makes you want to choke her and thank her at the same time. Couple of animated loops feel like proper hentai clips you’d find on some shady Telegram channel, with the camera glued to their lips, spit strings, little throat bulge, you know the good shit. And the butts. Every time someone bends over, the camera basically forgets there is a head attached. I opened it “just to check the art” and ended up rewinding one Mercy ass shot like I was in VLC trying to find my favorite timestamp.

It still has that parody energy. They mention their “hero” stuff and sci‑fi crap just enough to remind you this is technically the Overwatch universe, then two lines later you have Tracer straddling you in some random classroom, riding you with her boobs bouncing in a way Blizzard would probably sue over. I liked how you can act like a nice guy or a smug bastard and both paths still lead to filthy scenes, just with different flavor: gentle blowjob with shy eye contact, or D.Va gagging on you while you hold her head and she looks up all bratty. Sometimes the pacing is weird, like you get this long emotional talk with Mercy about her past, you think “oh plot now”, and one choice later she’s kneeling between your legs, lipstick smeared on your dick. UI is fine, whatever, I played it half on my laptop while pretending to answer Slack messages. The only thing that annoyed me was one teasing scene that drags on forever, Tracer keeps edging you with her hand and mouth, the text goes on and on, and the actual payoff animation is like three seconds. I still replayed it.

This one feels like someone took a comfy slice‑of‑life drama, locked it in a room, fed it way too much dessert, tied it up with a bunch of horny ideas about control, and then just let it slowly swell until nobody fits their old clothes anymore. You’re not just clicking through porn scenes here, you’re basically sliding into people’s lives and messing with the one thing they’re trying to keep steady: food, routine, and how much space their bodies are taking up. Girls start out “normal” chubby, then your choices quietly push them toward soft bellies, thicker thighs, boobs pressing against uniforms that really need new sizes. It’s not a sudden cartoon inflation, more like, one more snack, one more late-night delivery, one more “you look fine, trust me”, and you blink and go, ok, she actually grew a lot. The game leans hard into that mix of comfort and shame: they talk about being tired, about stress, about wanting to feel wanted, and you’re there like the little devil on their shoulder, handing them another plate and acting like it’s totally no big deal.

What makes it hit different is how slow and personal it feels. Conversations drag you in, they’re not just “click to fuck”. You’re asking about their day, about work, about why they always order the same greasy thing from that food app even when they swear they’re going to “eat better”. Then, little by little, they start trusting you. Letting you decide what they eat, how much, when they skip the gym. Sometimes it’s honestly sweet: you comfort a stressed girl with a big meal and she melts a bit, leans on you, tummy peeking when she slumps on the couch. Other times it’s darker, like when you nudge someone past the point she’s comfortable with and she still says yes because you’re the one paying attention to her. The control side sneaks in there: you choosing her portions, you telling her she looks beautiful tied to a chair, arms behind her, cheeks full of cake, belly pushing out, and she’s half embarrassed, half turned on. There is a harem structure going on, but it never feels like some clean checklist. It’s messy, like juggling chats, trying not to mix up who likes being praised for getting thicker and who is still pretending this is “temporary stress weight” while you’re literally the one making sure it isn’t. At some point you realize you’re basically running a quiet little cult of comfort eating and pretty captives, and the wild part is how normal it all felt on the way there.

You start off thinking it’s just another fantasy visual novel with tits and dragons, right? Then it hits you - this thing actually *wants* you to care about who you fuck. You’re tossed into this castle, all dressed up like some half-hero, half-sacrifice, and the queen’s gaze feels like she’s undressing your soul. The choices come fast, and they’re not just “pick girl A or girl B.” They twist your story, they mess with your head. One moment you’re flirting with a sly elf who keeps her armor half-open just to tease you, the next you’re in a candlelit chamber, her breath hot on your neck, whispering something that sounds like a spell but feels like a promise.

And then the dragon part - holy hell. It’s not just a pet or a mount; it’s a whole mood. The game plays with that line between power and surrender, and it’s filthy in the best way. There’s a scene (you’ll know it when you get there) where you’re supposed to “bond” with your dragon, and it’s dripping with tension. The camera lingers, the sound design goes low and throaty, and suddenly you’re not sure if you’re taming the beast or if it’s taming you. The lesbian routes? Way more tender than I expected, but still raw - like two warriors trying to outlast each other in bed, both refusing to be the first to beg.

It’s not perfect. Some transitions feel like the devs got distracted halfway through animating a kiss, and the dialogue sometimes sounds like it was written by someone who’s never actually seen a naked person. But then it’ll throw a line at you that just *clicks*, and you forget the rough edges. It’s messy, horny, weirdly emotional. Like a fever dream that smells of sweat and dragonfire. You’ll probably finish it once, swear you’re done, then start again just to see what happens if you say yes to the queen this 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.

Kidnapped in the middle of training, dumped into a world that feels like a horny JRPG fever dream, and surrounded by women who could crush your skull between their thighs if they felt slightly bored. That’s basically the vibe here. You start as this pretty regular male trainee, trying to keep up with your sensei, then suddenly two insanely hot strangers show up, knock your whole life sideways, and drag both of you into some twisted fantasy realm where every “empress” you meet wants either your obedience, your cock, or both at the same time. Story pretends it’s about rescuing your sensei, but honestly half the time I forgot she even exists because the game keeps throwing another stacked villainess in front of your face and going “yeah, you’re gonna kneel for this one too.” And you probably will. The world is split into zones that feel like fetish stages: one moment you’re in some gloomy palace where the ruler sits on a throne like a bored goddess, one heel on your chest, next scene you’re sneaking through ruins with your balls still aching from the “training” she gave you as a reward for losing.

What really hits hard is how the women don’t just dominate you with dialog, they use the whole environment. Dungeon fight lost? You get pinned to the cold stone floor while she rides you slow, talking trash, making you beg as if the combat never even mattered. Win a “boss” fight? Nice try, she still ends up straddling your face, using your tongue like it’s just another weapon she looted. The 3D scenes lean heavily into big tits and body worship: soft skin, heavy breasts in your face, thighs around your head while she milks you like you’re just a toy she found in a chest. Some scenes are almost sweet for a second, when one of the empresses pretends to care, strokes your cheek, kisses you slow, then immediately flips you over and fucks you from above until you’re shaking and she’s laughing about how weak you are. Dialog swings from “I’ll crush your rebellion” to “I’ll drain you dry” without even a pause, and somehow both feel totally normal in this world. Combat and choices exist, sure, but half the time you click something and just wonder what fresh humiliation or surprise handjob is coming next. Honestly I loved it, and also kinda hated myself for loving it, which is exactly the mood this game seems to enjoy rubbing in your face.

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.

You start out as this total nobody who smells more like a stable than a royal bedroom, and somehow you end up wearing a young noble’s clothes that definitely cost more than your whole miserable life. It feels a bit like borrowing someone’s expensive Steam account and hoping they never log in again. One minute you’re just trying not to starve, next minute you’re sitting at a fancy medieval court pretending you know which spoon to use while your dick is trying to salute every pair of tits in the hall. And there are a lot of tits. Big, soft, gravity-challenging tits stuffed into tight dresses that were clearly not designed by someone thinking about “modesty”.

The game basically throws you into this court full of horny problems. You’ve got sharp-tongued noble ladies, a redhead who looks like she could stab you or ride you, maybe both, blondes whose boobs arrive in the room three seconds before the rest of their body, and that one proper-looking girl who blushes hard when you say something dirty but doesn’t actually walk away. You move scene to scene like a visual novel, picking choices, trying to sound like a real noble while secretly thinking about what those huge asses look like out of the gown. Some scenes are all politics and “my lord, the harvest this, the taxes that”, and then you blink and suddenly the count’s niece is on your lap, breast pressed in your face, asking if all commoners are as “strong” as you. That particular achievement should be called “From Beggar To Boobjob in 5 Dialog Options”.

It looks more like a fantasy porn comic than a game sometimes, with these 3D-style images where the curves are turned up to eleven. The girls have those big round asses that stretch the fabric so much you’re sure the seams are one hip sway away from turning into a live sex show. I kept pausing just to stare at the way the light hits the side of a tit popping out of a corset. Someone clearly spent too long sculpting nipples. Not that I’m complaining. Ok, I’m complaining a bit: there’s this one background that repeats in a couple scenes and every time I noticed the same stupid candle on a table and it pulled my brain out of the moment for half a second. Anyway.

Best moments happen when the game makes you choose between being a smooth fake noble or a greedy bastard. One path, you talk nice, keep your disguise safe, slowly build romance with a girl who actually trusts you. Next path, you go full perv, corner the busty blonde in a quiet corridor, and let the “wrong” choice lead to her on her knees with her dress half off and lipstick smeared across your cock. I liked how a small choice in a boring court talk suddenly unlocks a filthy scene much later. Like, there was this time I backed up a certain lady in a land dispute just because her cleavage distracted me, and much later she “rewarded” my loyalty by riding me in a barn, moaning loud enough the horses probably got jealous. On another run I pissed her off and that whole route just died quietly, which hurt more than it should.

The writing swings between playful flirting and straight-up porn dialogue. One minute you’re talking about alliances between houses, next minute she’s gasping “fill me up, my lord” while her huge breasts bounce in detailed CG. It’s kind of funny how serious the story pretends to be when everybody is just a few lines away from getting railed. And yeah, you do get that sweet “I might actually care about her” romance feeling with some of the girls, right before the scene turns into a sweaty tangle of limbs, cum and messy hair. If you’re the kind of player who tries to see every ending, this thing is like a maze of boobs, choices and save files. My advice: abuse multiple saves like a degenerate archivist, chase every suspicious dialog option that sounds like it might lead behind a locked bedroom door, and never trust a redhead offering you wine while sitting a little too close.