Imagine a horny trivia night where every question you answer wrong sends you into a different timeline and every “bonus round” is actually someone riding your dick or your face. That’s kind of how this game feels. One moment you’re this broke nobody in modern time, jerking off at home and trying not to think about how useless you are, then suddenly some crazy AI thing wants to delete the whole universe and now you’re time skipping between a medieval kingdom, a neon sci‑fi hellscape and your pretty normal city, collecting tits, trouble and trauma like Pokémon. Except these Pokémon sit on your face, call you “pet” and make you pay their rent by turning your stats and their holes into profit. The story pretends you’re the chosen one, but you always feel more like the idiot who just happened to be standing closest to the big red button labeled “world ending bullshit, press here.” Somehow that works.

What actually hooked me was how the horny stuff and the “ok I need to actually think” stuff are tangled together. You wanna rail the witch with the huge ass in the medieval castle? Great, but she wants proof you can survive the dungeon first, so off you go, bumbling through corridors, managing your health, trying not to get clapped by monster girls who look like they crawled out of someone’s very specific tags list. One of them literally had you on your knees with her foot on your chest, toes stroking your cock while she messes with your head, whispering that you’re just a toy in her dungeon. It’s half combat encounter, half humiliation fetish and you kind of forget which part you’re supposed to be “winning.” Then in the future era you’re managing a brothel like it’s a fucked up version of Football Manager. You set shifts, choose which girl teases which client, worry about corruption levels, unlock new services, suddenly realize you’ve min-maxed your way into running a time traveling prostitution empire. There’s even that awkward first time thing with one of the virgins in the school arc, where the game doesn’t shy away from it being clumsy and weird before it gets hot. She’s jerking you off badly at first, nervous as hell, then after a few scenes she’s got your cock between her tits, tongue on the tip, making that stupid ahegao face and you’re like “ok, yeah, character development.” And all the while this AI VOID thing is in the background, like a DM who keeps reminding you that the universe is dying while you’re busy getting a sloppy blowjob behind a tavern. Honestly, I came for the big tits and stayed because I was lowkey panicking about breaking the timeline while creampie-ing a princess in public in front of half the city. And yeah, that sentence makes sense if you’ve played it.

Not Too Refined hits that weird sweet spot where everything looks polite on the surface and underneath it’s just… sticky. You’re in Laurel’s skin, this pretty young wife in a nice, quiet life that feels like it smells of fabric softener and passive aggression. The game doesn’t scream sex at you in the first second, it kind of hums it in your ear, slow, like a guilty thought you shouldn’t be having in the shower. You hear that soft ambient music, a little melancholy, like Spotify’s “late night thinking about my mistakes” playlist, and it sets the tone while you poke around in her daily routine. At first you’re just noticing how her husband is there but not really there, how conversations feel too polite, how the silence between them is louder than any moan in the game. Then the camera lingers a bit too long on her big ass when she bends, or on a hand that rests too close to her thigh, and suddenly the whole mood shifts. It still pretends to be a drama, but everyone’s eyes are constantly undressing her. It’s like those old NTR comics you pretend you don’t read, but here the pacing is slower, more patient, like the corruption is sliding under her skin instead of splashing on her face at once.

The best scenes are the ones where you feel like some kind of horny ghost, watching everything. You get this voyeur vibe when Laurel is trying to be a good wife in public, but the neckline is a bit lower than before, the skirt a bit tighter, and you know half the room is staring at her tits or her ass while her husband is on his phone. There’s a moment where she’s talking to another guy and the sound design does this sneaky thing: the music gets softer and you really hear the wet little click of her lips when she swallows, like she’s already thinking about putting his cock there instead. It’s subtle, then it’s not subtle at all when she’s kneeling later, messy spit on her chin, doing oral that feels more like surrender than fun. The game likes that contrast: soft-lit 3D scenes with this “nice girl” face, while her hand is wrapped around a stranger’s shaft, pumping him like she’s trying to forget her wedding vows on purpose. You can go from a quiet emotional talk with her husband to watching her get her pussy creampied by someone who absolutely isn’t him, and the fucked up thing is the story makes it feel kind of logical. Not wholesome, but like a train wreck you helped build, choice by choice.

What makes it hit harder is how the corruption doesn’t flip on all at once. You can keep her trying to resist, or you can push her into cheating, little by little. A touch that lingers too long. Letting someone grope her in a crowded space while she pretends she doesn’t like it, even though her breathing sound starts to change. A “just once” blowjob turning into her on her knees again, this time outside, half hidden, that exhibitionism rush buzzing in your chest because anyone could look. Sometimes the game goes full interracial kink and the contrast is front and center, his darker hands roaming her pale body, fingers digging into her big ass while she clings to him like she’s about to float away. Her moans get louder, more shameless, and you notice she doesn’t sound like that with her husband. Or maybe that’s just in your head. There’s this gross, delicious NTR tension when you know hubby is nearby or texting her something sweet, while she’s busy taking hot cum deep inside and then walking back home with it still dripping inside her. You get multiple endings too, some where she clings to who she was, others where the “good wife” mask is just gone and she’s this fully corrupted, hungry thing who likes being watched, touched, used. The game is kind of romantic, then it turns around and laughs in your face and gives you a scene where she’s getting railed in a way that sounds like flesh slapping meat in a cheap motel. Honestly I loved the pacing and also it annoyed me because sometimes I wanted her naked faster, but the slow burn makes the eventual groping, the first time she spreads her legs for someone else, the messy creampie you know she won’t confess… all of that feel heavier. Wrong, hot, and a bit too real if you ever stared at a ring on your finger and thought “what if I just break everything tonight.”

Beast Boy's always been the comic relief of the Titans, right? Well, this visual novel takes that green shapeshifter and throws him into situations where his animal instincts aren't exactly PG-rated anymore. The whole "embracing his animal side" thing gets pretty literal when you're making choices about how far he'll push his powers with the ladies around him. And by ladies, I mean basically every female character from DC you can think of - Harley Quinn's there doing her crazy thing, Supergirl's got that innocent act going until she doesn't, and don't even get me started on what happens when Poison Ivy shows up. The corruption mechanics work through Beast Boy's transformations, where different animal forms unlock different... let's call them "interaction options" with each character.

What caught me off guard was how the game handles the power dynamics. Sometimes Beast Boy's the one calling the shots, using his abilities to get what he wants, but then you'll hit a scene where someone like Catwoman flips the script entirely and suddenly he's the one getting dominated. The lactation scenes with Power Girl were completely unexpected - like, who thought of that combination? But somehow it works in this weird universe they've created. The AI-generated artwork is hit or miss though, sometimes the proportions get absolutely ridiculous even by comic book standards, and Beast Boy's face occasionally looks like he's having an existential crisis mid-transformation.

The multiple endings thing is where it gets interesting because your choices about which animal forms to use actually matter for the story branches. Go full predator mode and you get the darker corruption routes, stick to gentler animals and you unlock the more romantic paths. Though honestly, the line between "romantic" and "completely fucked up" gets pretty blurry when tentacles are involved. The Raven storyline especially goes places that made me question my own kinks, but in a good way? Maybe? Look, if you're into transformation stuff and DC parodies, just prepare for some wild rides.

Back to the old town, back to the same boring streets, same ugly supermarket, same shitty laundry basket that never gets empty, but suddenly you have this one thing on your phone that is absolutely not boring at all. You play this guy who comes home after being away, supposedly more “mature”, but honestly he is still a horny idiot who stares at big asses like a teenager. And of course the first person he reconnects with is the “very close” girl from his past, who is not really just a girl, if you know what these sites like. Thick tits, big ass that looks like it exists only so someone can spread it and go straight for the backdoor. She starts all innocent, almost shy, like she’s still this pure thing, and you can just feel the game waiting for you to ruin that nicely. Corruption here isn’t instant, it’s this slow slide where one day she blushes when you watch her bend over, and later she is grinding on your lap while pretending she doesn’t know your cock is hard under her. Sometimes she plays dumb, sometimes she gives you this side look that basically says “yeah, I know what I’m doing, keep going.”

The thing that actually killed me is how much the nerd friend on the phone sounds like that one guy in every Discord who never touches grass but somehow knows every porn trick possible. He keeps texting and calling, throwing advice like “no no, you need to get her used to fingers first” or “she’s still a virgin there, take it slow.” Half of the time I had to pause because my kid walked by and this bastard is yelling out of my speakers about lube. The game is a sandbox but not this stupid empty one. You wander around town, you check your phone, you trigger events, you mess up dialogues, go back, try to be more dirty or more sweet. Sometimes she reacts better when you push a little, sometimes she shuts down and you gotta dial back and pretend to be a good guy. And when it finally goes to anal, holy shit, they go all-in. Animated scenes that actually move, not just lazy loop, and the sound is filthy. Squishy noises, panting, that breathy “it hurts… don’t stop” mix that hits straight in the brain. Creampie in her ass looks thick and sticky and wrong in the most perfect way. I was sitting on my chair like a teenage boy hiding Pornhub on second monitor while my washing machine is screaming in the background.

I liked how she still acts like a good girl on the surface, wearing normal clothes, not this plastic pornstar style, but the more you push, the more she starts asking for it. One time I picked the more “respectful” option and the game still twisted it so she ended up with her ass high in the air on the couch, saying something like “if it’s just there, it doesn’t count, right?” and my brain just shut off. The twins in this are… wait, I actually wanted to complain about something. Yeah, the phone sound when the nerd calls is annoying as hell, this sharp little ping that woke up my screen while I was trying to sneak a quick session in the kitchen with Spotify still running in background. Had to alt tab from Chrome so fast I almost closed the whole thing. I wish there was more difference in how she walks after you wreck her ass, she acts totally normal even after you stretch her wide open, like “ok, thanks, I’ll go make coffee now,” which is bullshit but also kind of funny. And I still keep opening it again, saying “only 5 minutes” between chores, then I’m back making choices about where to cum, on her tits or stuffed inside her ass, pretending this is just “checking something quickly online.” Anyway, if you like that feeling of taking someone who starts as a shy, almost proper girl and slowly turning her into your anal addicted toy while some perverted friend on the phone cheers you on, this thing hits way too hard. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

KRUZ CITY feels like that dirty daydream you get on a long bus ride when your mind starts drifting and you suddenly remember how much you like soft skin and the sound of someone breathing right in your ear. It starts pretty tame: you come back to your hometown after being basically locked in this brutal sports camp, muscles sore, balls even more sore, pretending you care about training drills when actually you’re just thinking about thighs and lips and the smell of shampoo on a pillow. The moment you arrive, the place looks normal on the surface, but every corner feels loaded with some secret. A door half open, a shower running too long, a bedroom light still on at night where it really shouldn’t be. You walk around thinking you’re just exploring a city, and suddenly you’re peeking through a window and realizing this older woman you kinda remember from childhood is kneeling between some guy’s legs, tits pressed against his thighs, and you feel that hot stab of jealousy and arousal at the same time. It’s not subtle about it, which honestly I liked. The game doesn’t treat you like a kid.

What stuck to my brain is how physical everything feels. There’s this scene where you finally get a “private” moment with one of the milfs, and it starts with something simple, like her fingers brushing your hand while she hands you a drink. That tiny touch, just skin on skin, makes the whole screen feel heavier. Then it moves to her sitting too close, your leg pressed against her soft thigh, and when she shifts her weight you can almost feel that warm pressure slide across you. When she wraps her fingers around you for the first time, it’s slow, like she’s testing how far she can go, thumb rubbing the tip, palm squeezing just a bit too tight. You actually notice silly stuff, like the way her tits bounce a little when she changes grip, or how her ass digs into the couch when she leans forward to whisper something filthy, hot breath on your neck. And because the game likes to mess with your head, sometimes you’re watching this from a distance instead, hidden in the dark, seeing her do the exact same teasing moves on another guy. That part hits different. There’s this ugly, horny twist in your chest, like your stomach drops and your cock twitches at the same time, especially when she moans his name in a voice you thought was just for you. I wish I could say I hated it. I didn’t.

Kinda funny how often it plays with that “am I a good guy or just a horny bastard” feeling. One night you’re sneaking into a room, lights low, hearing soft breathing and wondering if you should really be here. The girl is half asleep, big ass barely covered by a thin sheet, one leg bent, panties riding up just enough to show the curve of her pussy. You slide your hand along her thigh, and the game lets you push it, fingertip by fingertip, until you’re rubbing her through the fabric, feeling that damp spot grow. She shifts, murmurs something, and you’re holding your breath, completely still, like if you don’t move she’ll keep pretending she’s asleep. That mixture of guilt and raw need is all over this thing. Same with the foot stuff: one of the women casually puts her bare foot in your lap while she talks about something boring, heel resting right on your crotch, and pretends not to notice as her toes start to curl and press. You try to focus on the dialogue, but all you can think about is how the ball of her foot grinds down just a bit harder every time you answer wrong. Sometimes you end up just jerking off alone after, pants around your ankles, staring at your phone, replaying a clip of her sucking someone else off, spit running down her chin. Honestly, I got stuck way too long in one early masturbation scene because the rhythm of her handjob was just that perfect, fingers twisting, wrist pumping faster while she stares you dead in the eyes like she owns you. And the worst part is you kind of want her to.

There’s something trashy-beautiful about how this game doesn’t even pretend to care about subtlety. The first time I saw the MC walk back into that sleepy monster-town, I laughed out loud - not because it’s funny, but because the art has this weird warmth, like the lines were drawn by someone who actually felt horny while drawing. Everyone’s eyes look too wet, and there's a kind of sticky gloss over the skin shading that almost makes you want to touch the screen. The music? I swear the menu theme sounds like it was made on one of those free phone apps people use when they can’t sleep. But then again, it fits: cheap melodies under raw desire. And it works better than it should.

I remember this one moment with the mom-character - or maybe aunt, I lost track - she’s leaning over the kitchen counter, tail twitching slow, voice low enough that you have to turn the volume up just to catch the breath between her words. Then bam, the handjob CG hits like a punch in the gut. It's not just erotic, it’s oddly *personal*, like watching someone else’s secret being filmed badly on purpose. The dialogue is clumsy, sure, but the timing of the moans and the shaky breathing clips make it feel real. The dev probably recorded them in a closet somewhere. I respect that. At the same time, some of the school scenes drag forever, especially the teasing stuff - too much text, too little payoff. Yet I still read every line because the writing accidentally slips into poetry when describing the character’s tail brushing against skin. No idea if that was meant to happen.

Weirdly enough, I kept thinking about how the corruption mechanics don’t make sense - the girls fall for you too fast, and somehow it works better that way. The story says it’s romance, but nah, it’s more like emotional vandalism dressed up as affection. Half the time I got bored, the other half I was grinning like an idiot. It reminds me of licking cheap candy: it melts ugly but tastes good anyway.

Banu looks like that woman you scroll past on Instagram and double tap before your brain even catches up. The long skirt is there, the headscarf is there, the “good wife and mother” branding is there… and then the camera angle drops half a centimeter and suddenly her ass is doing all the talking. The game leans hard into that contrast: strict religious shell on the outside, restless, greedy, horny mind on the inside. You’re not playing some faceless hero here, you’re literally steering her through this mess. You decide if she keeps pretending she’s a saint for Kamil while she’s grinding on the washing machine during “laundry time”, or if she lets the mask slip in front of the wrong man at the worst possible moment. The fun part is how slow it burns. You’re in her head while she tells herself “no” and her hand is already between her thighs. One click she’s whispering a prayer, the next she’s using the family shower head like it’s a custom sex toy she ordered on AliExpress. It all feels sleazy and domestic at the same time, like Pornhub opened a branch in your WhatsApp aunties’ group chat.

What hooked me is how that moral tension keeps wrapping around the straight up filthy stuff. There’s this early scene where she’s pretending to be annoyed by some guy staring at her tits in the street, but the camera just stays on her chest for way too long and the little status numbers on top quietly tick up. You feel the corruption climbing before she even admits she liked it. Later, when Kamil is trying to be romantic and she’s giving him this lazy handjob under the blanket, her mind is replaying another man’s hands on her waist. The game does that a lot: oral on her husband while she’s thinking about the younger neighbor’s tongue; “innocent” house visit that turns into her bent over a table, pussy full and ring on her finger flashing in the light while some other guy pulls her hair. There’s cheating, there’s blackmail, there’s some really mean female domination if you push her into that role, and it never feels like a clean porn route. Everything is a little messy, a little guilty, stained with family photos in the background. When she finally spreads for a creampie from someone who is absolutely not her husband, you can almost hear the prayer beads snapping inside her head. And the worst part? You’re the one who clicked every step that got her there.

Caroline used to be the kind of girl who never checked price tags. Now she’s counting every bill and pretending the cheap motel sheets don’t itch. That’s where this game hits you first: it throws her from penthouse to gutter and then just... leaves you there with her, in this giant, hungry city that wants her body, her pride, and probably her last cigarette. You’re not some faceless god, you’re stuck in her skin, making choices that feel way too personal. One moment she’s arguing with a sleazy landlord who keeps staring at her ass instead of the contract, next moment you’re hovering on that “accept” button while he offers a “discount” if she just bends a little. Or a lot. It’s not instant porn spam, it’s more like a slow infection in her head. She starts the story all proud, expensive hair, that cold rich-girl look, walking like her tits are made of gold. Then the city keeps kicking her, and every time you help her stand up you quietly steal something from her: a bit of shame here, some dignity there, another tiny “no” turning into a shaky “...maybe.”

The game is very horny but never feels like someone yelling “SEX NOW” in your face. Caroline’s body is a constant presence: big tits under a blouse that’s a little too thin, big ass in a skirt that rides up on the bus when the driver brakes too hard, guys staring, women judging, everyone wanting something. There’s this bar job where she’s supposed to just bring drinks, right? First shift, easy money, some teasing, swinging her hips because tips grow when she “forgets” to button that one button. Then the manager stands way too close in the storage room and you get that classic choice: push him away and keep your so-called morals, or flirt harder and maybe earn enough to actually eat. The arousal stat is sneaky here, she gets turned on in the wrong moments, like when someone grabs her wrist and talks into her ear, and you hate it but also kind of love watching her confused by her own body. One route I went full “good girl” and she still ended up in a filthy situation because the city doesn’t give a shit about your perfect stats. Another time I let her slide into corruption and it was honestly hot and ugly together, her acting like she’s in control while everybody clearly knows her price better than she does.

There’s something satisfying and a bit fucked up in watching her confidence go up when she uses her curves as a weapon, even when it’s obvious she’s being used right back. The animations help a lot: small things like her biting her lip when a boss’s hand sits on her thigh too long, or that moment she spreads her legs just a bit wider on a couch “by accident” when the guy she needs money from is sitting across. Sex scenes feel earned, even when they’re completely trashy. Like that time I had her accept a “private deal” in a luxury office, glass windows showing the whole city while she’s on her knees under the desk, trying not to smudge her makeup on his cock. She starts doing it for rent, for food, for survival, but after a while she starts doing it because it makes her feel something again. Or maybe that’s just me coping. The choices don’t scream at you, they just sit there, quiet, and then five scenes later you realize you pushed her from spoiled brat to perfect little toy without even planning it. It’s dirty, kind of depressing, very hot, and weirdly intimate in the way a bad decision at midnight is intimate. Caroline is not a hero. She’s just expensive meat trying to put a price on herself before someone else does it for her.

You come back to this glossy, fake-perfect hometown like some prodigal son who learned how to fuck with people’s brains instead of just getting a normal job. Now you’re the new psychologist in a mega rich tech corporation, walking into rooms where everyone smiles too wide and lies for a living. Under the marble floors and glass walls, it all smells like perfume, power and bad decisions. The game leans hard into that. Every session you run feels like foreplay and interrogation at the same time. You’re supposed to help them, of course, but the tools they give you, the tech, the hypnosis routines, the little “mental triggers” you slip into their thoughts, it all starts feeling less like therapy and more like slow, sweet corruption. You’re not just listening. You’re adjusting. Pushing. Groping minds before you even touch their skin.

What I liked is how the story keeps mixing that clinical talk with very physical, shameless scenes. One moment you talk with a high-ranking MILF executive about workplace stress while she crosses and uncrosses those ridiculous thick thighs, blouse two buttons too low, always “by accident”. Next scene, you’re in her penthouse, city lights behind her, and she’s asking you to “help her relax” while your hand is inside her blouse and she’s kneeling between your legs, lips shiny, voice all shaky from a suggestion you planted earlier. It is not subtle. It’s not even trying to be. It knows exactly what it is doing when it gives you dialogue options that look responsible, then clearly marks another one that will nudge her a bit deeper into dependence, into that warm, obedient haze. You tell yourself you’re testing the boundaries of the tech, that it’s for science, but then you’re making her slowly strip for you in her office, door half open, her tits bouncing in those little looped animated scenes that repeat just enough times you realize you’ve been staring too long. At some point there is a scene with a “family dinner” that pretends to be normal, like catching up after you’ve been away. It goes sideways fast if you choose the more daring lines. Old resentments on the table, wine flowing, and you quietly dropping cues, peeling away all the polite surface. Watching someone who should absolutely not be touching you like that run a hand along your thigh under the table while the others talk about business mergers feels filthy in a very particular, incest-tinted way the game clearly enjoys. It toys with romance too, like putting sugar on poison. There are moments where one woman’s shy smile, the way she leans on you on a balcony, actually feels tender, almost pure. Then you remember you installed a mental reinforcement earlier that makes her horny when she smells your cologne, and the next kiss is tongue, teeth, desperation, her grinding that big ass into your crotch while she whispers how safe she feels with you. I still hate the phone UI popups that slide in at the worst times and cover half the boob, by the way. Whoever designed that deserves a very stern handjob without lube. The branching is sneaky. You think you’re just picking filthy or filthier, but later the game tells you in its own way that you chose whether she becomes a loyal lover, a brainwashed toy, or something broken and dangerous. Multiple endings hide behind small choices in early scenes, like whether you give someone a comforting hug or you “accidentally” let your hand rest on her ass a bit too long. And somewhere between giving oral instructions during an actual blowjob scene, watching those smooth 3D bodies glisten, and deciding if you’ll let one of them keep a bit of free will, you realize you’re not playing the hero here at all, just enjoying every slow, dirty step.

Max is this kind of idiot I relate to way too much. He walks into a fantasy world full of loot, monsters, magic, and somehow he keeps ending up with his dick in the middle of every mistake. It looks like a normal dungeon crawl at first: you grab a sword, smack a few slimes, think about gold and maybe some huge tits in a tavern after. Then the game just quietly takes your hand and says, “ok, now you’re going to lose control of everything that makes you you.” One bad magical artifact, one “oh this chest looks safe”, and suddenly your big hero is waking up with soft thighs, a tight pussy and clothes that cling in all the wrong places. I mean, the right places. Depends how honest you are with yourself. The story doesn’t treat it like some trauma drama, more like “yep, that happened, your ass jiggles now, keep moving”. That mix of goofy humor with really filthy stuff works weirdly well. You’re chuckling at a dumb line and then the next click your transformed body is getting eyed by an orc with a cock like a weapon, and you’re wondering when exactly you went from “adventurer” to “walking breeding target”.

The thing that hit me hardest is how the corruption creeps in. At the beginning you still think like a guy. You try to cover your chest, you feel humiliated when someone stares at your nipples through a torn shirt, you hate that your hips sway and everyone notices. Then there’s that one scene where a monster pins you to a dungeon wall and you know you should be fighting back, but the game lets you just… stop. His hand is between your legs, your mind is screaming and your new clit is buzzing and you catch yourself grinding against him. After that, every choice feels a bit dirtier. You tell yourself you hate the mage who keeps “testing” new spells on your body, but you still show up to his room. You say you’re disgusted by getting filled with hot cum and feeling it leak down your thigh in a quiet corridor, but your hand is between your legs the moment you’re alone, panting like a bitch in heat. The netorare flavor creeps in there too. Watching someone you care about get pulled away from you, hearing her moan for another guy, feeling your own body already softened and trained, like the world decided you’re not the one doing the fucking anymore, you’re the one getting used. There is one lesbian scene that absolutely fried my brain: you, fully transformed, trying to prove to yourself you’re still in control, so you take the lead with another girl. Except halfway through, she’s the one gripping your hair, riding your face, and your own fingers are inside yourself, dripping, because her smell and her voice are turning you on more than any memory of your old cock. It’s messy, a bit cruel, sometimes very funny in a shitpost way, and then suddenly you’re watching a creampie animation stay inside just a bit too long and the word “pregnant” pops into your head and refuses to leave. That feeling of “I shouldn’t enjoy this” but you keep clicking anyway, that’s what stayed with me after I closed the tab and tried to pretend I was just checking Twitter.