ALT CTRL DEL feels like someone mashed a filthy family sitcom with a sci fi VN, spilled lust on the keyboard, then just pressed “confirm” anyway. You’ve got this genius dad who is smart in the lab, dumb as fuck at home, and he basically rips open the multiverse because he can’t handle a normal midlife crisis. Instead of buying a car, he yeets his whole family into alternate timelines. And yeah, that family is 100% the focus: cold and needy wife who clearly hasn’t been fucked right in years, cocky sports son, brainy daughter who’s way too sharp for her own safety, and the usual “trying to hold everything together but also kinda broken” father figure. The game plays a lot with those roles, then twists them, bends them, corrupts them, sometimes in ways that are hot, sometimes in ways that feel like “oh shit I should not be into this” and then you click the horny option anyway. One moment you’re laughing at a stupid dialogue choice, next moment you’re peeking at your own screen like some teenager hiding porn behind Excel.

The multiverse gimmick isn’t just some lazy excuse, it really lets the writer go wild. In one universe, the mom comes back from jogging and gets “accidentally” seen in the shower and that turns into this slow, sticky sexual tension with the son that keeps building across scenes. In another, you’re watching the daughter do this fake innocent livestream in her room, and the game hands you these little voyeur choices that feel way too real, like scrolling a horny TikTok clone in private mode. There is a run where the sister flips from snarky and annoyed into this exhibitionist disaster, teasing in public places, daring you to look longer, and the father just keeps pretending he doesn’t see anything, until he totally does. The corruption part creeps in so softly that you suddenly realize the “normal” family from the intro is already gone and everyone is way more touchy, way more explicit, and strangely okay with it. Humor helps a lot. The dev knows exactly what kind of sick crowd is here and throws in little inside jokes about other games, “dilf routes”, “milf enjoyers”, that kind of stuff. I actually laughed out loud when one universe just turns into almost a parody of those serious romance VNs, only for the next scene to smash into a ridiculously horny family dinner where nobody is really talking about the food.

I played it on mobile in bed using Firefox, and it works honestly better than I expected. The 3D renders look good enough to stare at for too long, with some really nice body language on the mom and the daughter especially, even if sometimes the faces feel a bit too plastic in certain angles. There was this one scene on a balcony where the sister is basically flashing you over the city lights and it stuck in my head for the rest of the day, because the pose and camera just clicked. At the same time, some of the early “serious scientist” dialogue is kind of cringe and I kept skipping lines, and once I noticed a typo in a super hot scene and it annoyed me way more than it should, like my brain refused to cum until that apostrophe was fixed. Choices matter just enough to make you replay a bit, like picking to support the son or cockblock him, or deciding if the father gives in to temptation or keeps pretending he has morals, but it doesn’t drown you in complex stats or any of that grindy crap. There is romance, actual soft romance, that sometimes lands beautifully, and then other times the game jumps straight from sweet moment into full-on taboo pounding without even taking a breath. I liked that. Or maybe I didn’t. Depends which save I load. Anyway, it’s messy, horny, a bit fucked up in the head, and somehow that fits the whole “infinite worlds, infinite wrong choices” thing way too well.

College town sex drama with messy people, that is what this thing is, no fancy wrapping. You drop into campus life as this pretty normal guy, not a hero, not a loser, just someone who ends up in way too many bedrooms and way too many bad choices. Classes and exams exist mostly so the game can shove you into hallways, libraries and dorm corridors where clothes do not stay on very long. Girls in tight tops pretending they care about studying, guys pretending they care about friendship while staring at asses. The rival shows up early, that smug bastard with perfect hair who smiles like he already fucked half the dorm. He keeps nudging the story into cheating territory. Not in a soft “oops I tripped and landed on a dick” way, more like “I know your girl is weak when she drinks and I am going to prove it.” The game makes you watch it, too. A lot of scenes start with you as the voyeur, behind a cracked door or across the courtyard, listening to moans that might be for you. Or maybe not.

The cutscenes are where it gets fun and also kind of trashy, in a good porn way. You can feel the AI CG doing heavy lifting. Faces look a bit too smooth sometimes, like those Instagram filters, but the expressions when a shy girl finally opens her legs for another woman are surprisingly hot. There is a sequence in a shared dorm shower that really stands out: steam all over, towels barely hanging, two girls teasing each other with soap while the male MC is “accidentally” walking in. One of them notices him, does not say a thing, just keeps rubbing the other’s nipples, slow, while maintaining eye contact with you through the half-open curtain. That moment when the other girl realizes someone is watching and her thighs clamp together, but she still leans into the touch, that is the kind of corruption the game likes. It is not instant brainwashing, more like small decisions stacked until someone’s “good girl” act is completely ruined. And sometimes the camera cuts away right when you want that final close up, which annoys the hell out of me and then they never fix it in the next scene.

Sex variety is all over the place. You get classic dorm-room grinding with underwear tossed on the desk, lazy afternoon blowjob while some sad university music track plays from a laptop, and then it swings into full-on interracial scenes where the rival drags a drunk girl from a party to a quiet corner. The skin tones in those scenes actually look decent, especially compared to a lot of cheap porn games where darker characters look like plastic. Here, when your girl sneaks off to fuck someone else, you really see the difference between your body and his, and they lean into that. One late-night bar scene has your date slow dancing with you, then swapping partners with another couple, then hands wandering, then she ends up pressed against the wall with someone else’s fingers inside her while you stand there pretending it is all part of the “open-minded college vibe.” I liked the way the game lets you grope in crowded places too, like sliding your hand under a skirt in the back row of the lecture hall while the professor talks about something nobody cares about. Knocked my coffee over once during a long grinding scene, keyboard sticky for a week, still no dedicated “clean desk” option in settings and yes, I am bitter. Music is hit and miss, sometimes it nails this late-night chill mood that fits a slow lesbian make-out in a dorm bed, sometimes it loops a weird little upbeat track during a very serious cheating scene and kills the mood. But then you get a simple stripping sequence in a cramped dorm room, just your girl awkwardly dancing out of her sweater and bra while trying not to laugh, and suddenly it feels more real than half the “professional” erotic stuff on Steam. You kinda wish the game would slow down more often like that, right before it throws you back into spying on your not-so-faithful love interest as she rides someone else on a squeaky mattress with the door slightly open, like the whole corridor is invited to listen.

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

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

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

Strange Nights feels like someone grabbed Life is Strange, spilled horny fanfic all over it, then decided “yeah, this is fine” and kept going. You play as Mark Jefferson, the photography teacher, but here he’s not just that creepy guy in the background. He’s the main bastard. You get these weird powers that let you mess with time, memories, choices, all that, and the game leans fully into the fantasy of a teacher with too much control over his students. It’s not subtle. One minute you’re grading photos, the next you’re rewinding a scene because you picked the wrong line that would have pushed a shy student a little deeper into your orbit. There’s this one moment in class where you casually compliment a girl’s shot, then rewind, insult it, then rewind again and choose the “neutral but suggestive” answer, just to see which timeline makes her more flustered later when she’s on her knees in your office. That’s the kind of sick little loop the game wants you to play with every choice.

The tone really hits that “fake respectable teacher, actual predator” vibe. You walk around the school acting professional, checking your phone like you’re bored, but every dialogue option is a fork into something darker: do you slowly corrupt the top student until she begs to be your good girl, or do you push the tough lesbian who hates you into a twisted dom role where she ends up riding your face while you pretend you’re the one in charge? The game loves flipping roles like that. Sometimes Mark is clearly the one pulling strings, using his power to make a girl forget she said no, or to rewind that moment where she slapped him for touching her thigh, just to pick the “right” path that leads to her swallowing his cum like it was inevitable. Other times, you think you are manipulating her, and suddenly you find yourself tied to a chair in the darkroom, hands bound, camera flash popping while a student uses a crop on your chest and sits on your cock like it belongs to her. I had Spotify low in the background and it actually synced pretty well with one scene in the dorm hallway, where you’re pushing this nervous student into choosing between licking your cock or getting her ass fingered first. I swear the beat dropped right when she opened her mouth. Totally not planned, but it felt like some cursed DJ mix.

Sex-wise the game doesn’t pretend to be romantic. Blowjobs are sloppy and transactional, like “you want that higher grade, don’t you?” while she gags around you and tries to keep eye contact. There’s a great scene in the classroom after hours where you use your power to freeze a moment, walk behind a girl at her desk, pull her panties aside, and push in slowly while time crawls forward again, so she feels you at the same instant the world unpauses and she moans way too loud for an empty room. Handjobs show up a lot too, usually as a teasing step, like the dom student stroking you painfully slow and denying you, calling you “sir” in that mocking way while she talks about how she used to respect you. Anal hits harder when it comes after a long string of corruption choices, like when that straight A girl who was all about “boundaries” is now bent over your desk, taking you in her ass while crying and thanking you for “guiding” her. There’s mind control woven into this, not super sci-fi, more like you nudge their thoughts so the line between their will and your pressure gets blurry as hell. And yeah, lesbian scenes are there too, sometimes soft and experimental between students, other times you basically stage them as your private porn, rewinding until you get the perfect angle of one student buried between another girl’s thighs while you jerk off quietly in the shadows. The whole thing feels wrong in exactly the way it wants to, like a corrupted save file of Life is Strange someone found on a very dirty hard drive.

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

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

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

Fog, flickering lights, shitty day already in the trash, and then this supermarket just locks itself around you like some horny haunted cage. The game throws you in as this regular guy who mostly wants to go home and jerk off in peace, but instead he gets stuck with strangers who slowly stop acting like normal people. At first it's just small stuff, people snapping, yelling, being rude. Then all that nice civilized mask peels off and you start watching them trade bodies for safety, protection, or just because they finally stop pretending they aren't horny, scared animals. It feels less like a porn game at the beginning and more like one of those tense horror stories, except here you're allowed to grab that tension with your dick too.

What I really liked is how the erotic stuff doesn't show up right away like some cheap porn ad. It crawls in. One moment you're arguing about food and supplies, next moment there's a girl offering you a blowjob in the back storage if you don't tell the others she stole something. The fog outside feels alive, and it kind of corrupts everyone slowly. People start saying "fuck it" and selling themselves for stupid reasons: "let me suck you off if you share your water", "I'll jerk you under the counter if you help me hide this body". It sounds dumb when I write it here, but in context it actually hits, because you've watched that character try to stay moral before. And since the game loves domination, you can push them pretty far if you lean into the darker choices. You can force that quiet nerdy woman to her knees right below the security cameras, or tell the exhausted cashier to use her mouth if she wants to stay in your group. I felt a bit bad. Then I reloaded and made it worse.

The 3D animated scenes are rough in a good way, like they were made by someone who actually likes porn, not some corporate bullshit. Blowjobs look wet, hands move on dicks in a very "I know what I'm doing" kind of rhythm, and there is this one scene in the frozen section where the girl is shivering from cold while giving you a handjob against the glass door. Her breath fogs up the window while outside that supernatural fog is swallowing the parking lot, and for a second it feels too on the nose, but I still replayed it three times. The prostitution angle is handled weirdly casual: one dude basically turns the supermarket into his personal brothel corner, and you can either compete with him for control or just use his "service system" for your own fun. Sometimes the horror part tries to be very serious, with people screaming and something nasty outside banging on the doors, but then there's a scene where you're getting your dick sucked behind the cereal aisle while a guy bleeds out a few meters away and nobody moves him. It shouldn't work. Somehow it does. The game has that vibe of Pornhub tab open on one side and some psychological thriller on Netflix on the other, and your brain keeps jumping between "this is fucked up" and "this is hot" without choosing one.

It’s messy in a way that feels uncomfortably real, like watching someone make the worst decisions possible and still finding yourself leaning forward, curious where her next excuse will lead. Yumi moves through the story with this almost painful self-awareness - she knows she’s being watched, both by the player and the game’s world, but she never really stops preening for it. The first time she opens her blouse just slightly too far during that office scene, there’s no sound cue, no dramatic pause - just the soft rustle of fabric and that flicker of doubt on her face. I swear, that moment hit harder than any of the explicit stuff later. The game tries to sell corruption as gradual, but honestly, it’s more about how easily she adjusts to attention. Maybe that’s what makes it so believable.

Then again, sometimes it overplays its hand. There’s this one animation loop during a handjob scene where her eyes cross weirdly, and it pulled me straight out of it; felt more comedic than erotic - like a reaction meme frozen mid-spasm. But that’s part of its charm, right? It’s too earnest to be slick. Even the blackmail thread with Thompson manages to feel less like some grand scheme and more like the world’s creepiest HR problem spiraling out of control. Which, depending on your mood, could be hot or just exhausting. And yet, when Yumi whispers something half-hearted before giving in, it lands. Maybe because the voice acting doesn’t try to sound sultry - it sounds confused, nervous, real.

The lighting deserves attention though. Somebody clearly obsessed over skin tone gradients because every sweat bead looks deliberate. The husband scenes are quieter, tender even, though they carry that slow dread of knowing he’s already losing her. I found myself irrationally annoyed by his tie color - gray, always gray - as if that dull choice symbolized everything wrong with him. Maybe that’s reading too much into it. Or maybe the game wanted that reaction. Anyway, it lingers. You finish a session and keep thinking about those tiny hesitations, how desire can look like guilt when the camera holds just a second too long.

Eddie and Rachel look like that boring happy couple you scroll past on Instagram, the ones with the polite smiles and the rented apartment that pretends to be “cozy”. The game starts right there, in that fake normal vibe, with him already quietly falling apart inside and her trying to keep the whole thing from collapsing. There’s debt hanging over them like a nasty pop-up ad you can’t close, his dick is not cooperating because stress killed his confidence, and the only thing that still feels solid between them is this shared idea that they’re “a team”. The fun part is watching how fast that word stops meaning anything once money, pride, and a hungry cocked-up world start to push on them from all sides. The dev doesn’t rush it. You just read their chats, watch how they text, look at tiny reactions that feel a bit too familiar if you’ve ever stalked someone on WhatsApp or Telegram when you already knew something was off but still pretended it was fine.

The whole thing plays like someone stole a phone, unlocked it, and gave it to you. You’re not clicking choices to be a hero, you’re more like a creepy ghost sitting behind Eddie’s eyes while he tries to be the “good husband” and the “good worker” at the same time, and fails at both. The erotic stuff builds slow, mostly through Rachel’s side of the screen. At first she’s just desperate for a job, doing those semi-innocent selfies that are “only for my résumé” or “just to look more friendly”. Then the teasing starts to slip in. A bit more leg. Tight clothes. That moment she spends just a little too long on a message from some guy. You can feel the line moving and nobody says it out loud. The game is ruthless about that part: it never treats her like a cartoon whore, but also doesn’t protect her image. She wants to help Eddie, yes, and yeah, she also wants to feel desired again. That mix of guilt and arousal on her face when she masturbates after a flirty chat with someone who is not her husband is way more fucked up than any usual porn scene, because the writing already made you hear her breathing in your head before she even spreads her legs.

What really hits is how the corruption is not just about her pussy, it’s about the way they both look at each other. Eddie keeps staring at his phone, refreshing work messages, hoping his boss’s approval will fix his broken pride, while the person he actually married slides further out of his reach in the same rectangle he’s holding. There are voyeur moments where you see Rachel through screenshots, photos, or sneaky angles, like you’re peeking in from the corner of a chat window. She starts out shy, then slowly poses better, arches her back a bit more for that “just one more pic”, and the guys on the other side know exactly what they’re doing. There’s teasing, humiliating contrast between Eddie’s limp stress dick and the hungry reactions she gets online, and the game does not let you stop it or fix it. That’s the nasty charm of it. It’s a kinetic ride straight into that specific nightmare where your wife is still saying “I love you” while her fingers are shaking a little after cumming to someone else’s messages. No big choices, no clean escape, just that awful, hot, sticky feeling in your chest and your pants at the same time as you watch everything slide out of control.

City like this always feels a bit horny and a bit dangerous at the same time. You start as this broke delivery guy, running boring routes, talking shit to yourself in the dark streets, wondering if rent or your sanity dies first. Then one very wrong encounter later, your throat is open, everything goes black, and when you wake up you’re a vampire with a hard-on and a second life you didn’t ask for. It’s not some sparkly teenage drama either. People bleed. Heads crack. The game doesn’t fade to black when someone gets ripped apart, it actually shows you. And in the middle of that mess you’re trying to figure out if you want to be the tragic romance type or just a complete bastard corrupting every girl who crosses your path. One moment you’re having a semi-sweet talk with a shy “good girl” virgin who trusts you because you saved her from some creep, next moment you’re pushing her down on a stained mattress, finger in her ass, making her choke on your cock and calling that “training”. The writing really leans into that: one path lets you act like a protective love interest, the other like a walking red flag with fangs. Both feel right for a vampire, honestly.

What makes it fun is that it’s not only click through text and watch boobs bounce. You wander the city like in a small adventure game, poking into alleys, shops, shady clubs, even some weird paranormal spots. You pick jobs, take quests, grind stats, unlock new powers. Get stronger, get richer, get more dangerous. Superpowers and corruption go hand in hand: you charm a milf long enough and suddenly she’s begging to be your personal blood bank, legs wide open while you decide if you want to cum in her pussy or in her ass. Some scenes start almost wholesome, like you just giving a massage, a bit of teasing, a slow handjob. Then toys appear. Vibrators, plugs, collars. You pull her hair, make her ride you until there is a sloppy creampie dripping down her thighs, and she thanks you like it’s a religious experience. There is this nice whiplash between male domination and female domination too. You think you’re in control, then an older vampire girl puts a heel on your chest, jerks you off nice and slow, stops right before you cum and tells you exactly whose pet you are now. The incest angle is handled in that porn logic way: everyone acts like they know it’s taboo but they just keep going, touching, groping, “accidentally” walking in during masturbation, turning family drama into porn logic romance. And yeah, there is prostitution, actual street girls, deals for blood and sex, sometimes both at once. Some routes let you keep things romantic, soft kisses, gentle vaginal sex, cuddling after. Others push you into being a complete pervert, using mind control to turn a decent woman into a cock drunk toy who offers anal just because you smiled at her. It’s messy and a bit trashy and also kind of addicting, like watching late night anime that suddenly went full hentai without telling anyone.

You wake up beside her again, same as yesterday, same as the day before that - except she doesn’t remember your face. Not your name, not the way her legs wrapped around you last night, not the promises whispered against her ear. Every morning, she’s new. Blank. Soft. The game makes you feel like a bastard just for thinking about it, but then it tempts you harder - because who’s gonna stop you when she forgets every touch by sunrise? It’s dirty in that way that crawls under your skin and stays there, even when you pretend you’re just “testing different routes.” Sure. That’s what I told myself too.

Then her twin moves in, and things twist tighter. She looks at you with that same mouth, same body, but she remembers everything. There’s jealousy hiding under her polite smile. The kind that says she’s thought about you when she shouldn’t. Her hand brushes yours in the kitchen - accidentally, of course - and the screen flickers because the damn render bug still isn’t fixed. Doesn’t matter. You can almost feel her breath anyway. Later, when she knocks on your door at night, wearing nothing but guilt and a thin shirt, you’ll swear the devs coded temptation into the mouse cursor itself.

The corruption route hits hardest. Not because it’s the dirtiest (though, yeah, it is), but because it tricks you into believing you’re still the good guy. You watch her sister sneak into your bed, watch the girlfriend forget, watch yourself become someone you don’t recognize. There’s voyeurism baked right into the story structure - half the time you’re spying on your own conscience. The sex scenes aren’t shy: lips, fingers, wet sounds, the whole mess of it. Yet somehow it’s the morning after that feels filthiest, when she smiles at you like a stranger again. The game doesn’t punish you for cheating - it lets you drown in it. And maybe that’s worse.