It’s weird how this one tries to be a parody but ends up accidentally saying something kind of tragic about Kobeni, like she keeps blushing through the whole thing yet the game never lets her be just cute or just desperate - it’s always both, tangled together. I kept thinking the demon part would be the main hook, but nah, it’s more about that half-panic look in her eyes when you push too far and she still whispers your name. The timing mechanic feels stupid at first, tapping along while she’s choking or trembling, but then it clicks and suddenly you’re syncing with her rhythm in a way that feels too real for a joke game. It’s messy, literally and emotionally, and the moaning voice lines loop wrong sometimes, which only makes it better somehow - like catching someone mid‑breath and refusing to let them finish.

What gets me is how the corruption doesn’t even feel evil. You start off thinking you’re dominating her, but by day five she’s the one steering things, pretending not to, grinding slow while talking about losing her job as if your cock’s the only comfort left. The writing trips over itself, grammar all over, and yet every line lands because it sounds like someone actually flustered trying to talk dirty and failing. There’s a scene in the bathroom where the mirror fogs up and for a second you see horns behind her reflection, tiny, twitching, like she’s halfway yours already. Then she laughs too loud. Totally ruins the moment. But it sticks.

I’ll say though, the creampie counter? Completely unnecessary and also perfect. It forces you to notice time passing, like this gross little calendar of need. The parody label doesn’t save it from being hot, and the humor doesn’t stop it from being kind of sad. Maybe that’s why I keep replaying it, telling myself it’s for the endings, but really just waiting to hear her gasp that same broken syllable again.

Tony Stark finally gets to act like Tony Stark here, not the sad movie version always saving the universe instead of getting laid. You start in this obscene luxury island mansion that looks like somebody mashed together a billionaire’s Airbnb, a secret SHIELD bunker and a nightclub from Miami that never closes. The game just drops you in as the smug asshole host of an endless “hero party”, with Gwen Stacy on the balcony checking city views, Raven pretending not to care in a dark corner, Supergirl trying to look wholesome while wearing something that would get you banned on Twitch, and you thinking about profit margins while also planning whose panties you’re gonna take off next. It sounds like a power fantasy because it is, but the fun part is how messy and horny it gets when the whole “management” part starts clashing with “I want to creampie every superheroine in this building”.

One moment I was in some fake meeting room talking business numbers with Stark’s AI, flicking through contracts like on Google Sheets, trying to keep the party budget from exploding. Five clicks later I’m in the pool area, flirting with Spider-Gwen, picking joke options about web shooters that really should not have worked, and suddenly the dialogue goes from snarky to filthy real fast. It has that thing where your choices stack up quietly, so after a few shameless lines and one badly timed compliment about her ass, she still ends up in your room casually stroking you through your pants like it’s just another Tuesday. The game treats handjobs as just a warm-up, not some big event, which is kinda funny because they animate it like it’s a ceremony. And when she finally climbs on top and you choose whether to pull out or fill her up, the game actually reacts in later scenes with her being a little more clingy, or weirdly sarcastic about you not knocking her up. I picked creampie first time just because the button was bright and I have zero self control, then spent the next in-game day sweet talking her like I didn’t basically turn her into my personal breeding experiment.

What I liked a lot is how the heroines don’t feel copy-paste. Raven is cold and slow to open up, which makes it absolutely priceless when she goes from passive-aggressive spell girl to pressing her soaked panties into your hand in the training room. Supergirl acts like she’s above normal horniness, until you catch her alone on the terrace and push a bit harder, then suddenly she’s begging you to fuck her like some random fan, not a symbol of hope. Black Cat and Wonder Woman show up later and kinda blow up whatever “plan” you had, since they respond better when you act even more arrogant than usual. There was this stupid moment where I promised Scarlet Witch I’d help with some experiment, completely forgot, spent the night pounding She-Hulk in the gym shower, and then had to deal with Wanda throwing me this jealous, half-psycho magic tantrum while still obviously wanting my dick. The tone is all over the place in a good way: one room you’re talking business strategy like a tycoon game, next room you’re raw-dogging a superheroine on Stark-branded bedsheets, hoping the AI doesn’t comment. It’s horny, dumb, strangely clever sometimes, and absolutely not interested in making you feel like a good person. Which is kind of the point when you’re running a never-ending party where every hero girl eventually ends up naked and breathing hard into your ear.

Denji’s trapped again, but this time it’s not about blood or blades. It’s a damn maze of moans and bad decisions. The walls hum like they’re watching, the air sticky with that half-sinful, half-desperate energy only Chainsaw Man chaos could pull off. Kobeni trembles like always - except now she’s trembling for different reasons. You can almost taste her panic when your hand slides under her shirt, that mix of fear and wanting that shouldn’t feel this hot but somehow does. Himeno’s smirk cuts through the tension like a knife dipped in smoke; she knows exactly what you’re thinking before you even move. She plays dirty, whispering things that make you forget which way is out, makes you think maybe getting lost forever wouldn’t be so bad.

The game doesn’t rush. It teases. One second you’re grinding through dialogue choices that seem stupidly simple, and then suddenly it hits you - this isn’t about saving anyone, it’s about corrupting them just enough to see who breaks first. Internal view scenes hit hard, no filter, no mercy. The sound design’s nasty in a good way - sticky breaths, little gasps, wet slaps echoing through the infinite corridor like applause. There’s humor too, weirdly enough. Power barges in at the worst possible moment, yells something ridiculous, and you still can’t help but laugh even as the screen flashes another throbbing close-up. It’s gross and sexy and kinda tragic all at once.

And yeah, the endings. Plural. You’ll probably screw up the first one, because some options look harmless until you realize they change everything. There’s a scene where Denji just stares at his own hands, covered in… well, you know, and it lingers longer than comfortable. That’s the thing - nothing here feels safe, even the pleasure. It’s messy, horny, strangely tender in places where it shouldn’t be. Like the game itself is laughing at you for getting turned on by its cruelty. And maybe it’s right.

You start as this shiny holy boy, all blessed and important, marching in to kill the big bad succubus, and the game just immediately laughs in your face. Nox wipes the floor with you, steals your power, and suddenly the mighty chosen hero is more like a walking protein dispenser in a world full of horny monsters that all want a taste. The whole thing feels like you accidentally clicked the wrong link on your church’s website and ended up here. Every area you go through is basically a trap: monster girls that look like they belong on some sketchy Pixiv page, smug milfs with that “I’ve ruined better men than you” look, futa demons with way too much confidence, fluffy girls with tails that distract you at the exact moment they’re pinning you down. You think “ok, this time I’m going to focus on combat, grind some levels, be serious” and then three seconds later some big tit demon bends over in front of you and the game is like, “sure you are, champ.”

What I liked is how it keeps playing this joke on your ego. You’re supposed to be holy, but half the time you’re flat on your back, getting milked, pinned, ridden, or just used like some toy. You win a fight? The monster girl still teases you, strokes your cock with her foot, presses her huge ass against you and whispers about how much you must be holding back. You lose? They sit on your face, fuck you stupid, ride your dick until you shoot inside them and they moan about how “the church raises such obedient little cum donors.” There is a lot of view-from-your-own-eyes stuff, with thighs closing around your head, tits smooshing against you, and those moments where you’re staring up at a smug face while she grinds on your lap and you can feel yourself giving up both the fight and your stats. Creampies are not subtle either. You see it, you hear it, they talk about it. Some girls get off on stuffing you dry, rubbing your leaking cock on themselves, looking you in the eyes while you twitch and spill inside them again. Oral scenes flip around a lot: sometimes they worship you, sometimes they grab you by the hair and shove your face between their legs until you are basically just a tongue with a body attached. There are furry girls that act like they’re “just curious” and then five seconds later they’re riding you, tail wrapping around your leg while they moan in your ear. A few scenes really go hard on the feet stuff too, like this one where a demon queen keeps your hands bound and makes you cum only from her soles and toes, then laughs that a “holy hero” got trained by her feet. You can pretend you’re here for the RPG elements, the sandbox, the power climb, whatever. But then you’re peeking around a corner just to watch two monster girls play with each other, or letting a milf priestess “cleanse” you with her mouth while your stats mysteriously drop again, and you realize the real boss fight is just how long you can last before you give in on purpose.

You wake up on this cold metal bed in a ship that hums like an old fridge and the first thing you notice is not the headache, not the missing memories, but that you are naked as fuck and someone hooked your body up like a toy. The game lets you decide pretty fast what that body even is, and it is not shy with options. You want a lean guy who gets pushed around and ends up on his knees? Go. You want a stacked futa with thick cock and tits that drip later when the drugs hit right? Also there. Female body with a dick, male body with a pussy, non-binary setup, whatever weird combo your furry brain cooked at 3 different tabs open on xVideos, it kind of lets you live that. Then the ship starts talking, crew starts showing up, and that whole “who am I” plot runs right next to “who the hell can I get to pin me to a console and breed me”. The crew is mostly guys, different vibes, some softer, some with that DILF energy where you just know they’ll pull your hair while telling you they’re doing this for your own good. It has that slow burn of corruption too, where early scenes are just teasing and “accidental” touching, then the choices pile up and suddenly you’re kneeling between two men, one in your mouth and one pressing at your ass, and you kind of know you walked yourself there step by step.

What I like is how it flips from talking about conspiracies and shady experiments into real filthy stuff without pausing to ask permission every time. One minute you are in some dark corridor snooping logs, next minute you got a hand around your throat, someone grinding your face against a bulge, and the text just spells it out. If you turn on the nastier kinks in the menu, the scenes get meaner, which I actually didn’t expect. I thought “oh nice, just more porn”, but then I hit a route where my character basically becomes a half willing slave for this calm older guy who keeps dosing you with some drug that makes you leak milk whenever he squeezes your tits. At first I was like, that’s too much, I’m just here for soft gay space romance, then there I am reading a scene where he fucks your ass on the captain chair, fingers your pussy or dick at the same time, orders you to keep eye contact while you cum and milk runs down your chest. It’s shameless. There’s humiliation edges too, like being made to clean up your own creampie with your tongue, or being passed around a small group while they comment on how tight you still are for “a well used toy”. It still tries to be funny sometimes, throws jokes in the middle of a blowjob, which kinda works and kinda ruins the mood, depends. One scene in the medbay has you strapped up for “exams” and the doctor uses toys first, slowly stretching you, talking about “data” like that explains why he has a vibrating plug with a remote, then he just goes in raw after your walls are gaping and you are begging half from embarrassment, half from need. There is also some interracial stuff later where they play with how “alien” bodies might feel, though right now most of them still look pretty human and I keep angrily waiting for real anthro options that will probably never come. Text based format actually helps here, your brain fills the gaps, so when they stack you for group sex, one cock in your mouth, one pounding your ass, one sliding into your pussy or between your thighs if you picked only one hole, it feels way more intense than some lazy clicker animation. You even get those small details, like fingers digging into your hips, someone groping your chest absentmindedly while talking business, a bored crewman getting a hand job in a storage room because he “caught” you snooping and decides you can pay with your hands instead of alarms. The game pretends it is all about choices and plot, and yes, there are combat bits and dialogs and moral stuff, but honestly the thing that sticks is that moment you realise you turned on almost every kink in the options and now your “lost in space” protagonist is on all fours in a locker room, ass dripping cum, balls or lips swollen, hearing boots stop behind them again and thinking “ok… maybe just one more”.

Naruto finally got the Hokage chair and, surprise, he basically married the office instead of Hinata. The game leans hard into that. You’re not “saving the relationship” or doing some romantic fix-it fantasy. You’re watching Hinata hit that point where the bed’s cold, the house is quiet, and the only one actually paying attention to her is a smug talking cat with better rizz than her own husband. D1 just strolls into Naruto’s home like he owns the place, curls his tail, and starts giving Hinata the kind of looks she hasn’t gotten since before Boruto was even a thought. It’s wrong, it’s messy, and it’s kind of hot how fast she goes from shy wife to “yeah, I’m going to fuck this problem away.”

The whole thing plays like a kinetic novel, so you’re not juggling a thousand choices. You’re more like a guilty spectator. Scenes just roll in one after another, and honestly that fits. Hinata’s not really deciding much anymore, she’s just sliding. One moment she’s alone in the bathroom, touching herself while thinking about Naruto coming home early. Except he doesn’t. Phone on the sink lighting up with village alerts while her toes curl and she tries to muffle her moans. And then the next scene she’s in the living room, D1 stretched lazily across her lap, his tail flicking near her thighs while he flirts like some sleazy bartender. When he finally gets her to straddle him on the couch, shorts pushed aside, her panties already wet from earlier, there’s this tiny pause where she says “this is wrong” and then her hips just ignore her. That first slow grind where she sinks down on him, eyes half-lidded, is way more intimate than any of the bigger, louder sex moments. Later, when he fills her completely and she clenches around him, the game holds on her face and the little tremble in her voice instead of some overproduced fireworks. And yeah, there’s a creampie scene on Naruto’s own bed, sheets bunched in her fists, D1 pounding into her from behind while her wedding photo stares from the nightstand. It’s trashy and a bit on-the-nose, but I still paused a second on that shot.

What caught me off guard is how they keep Hinata visually soft and homey instead of full-on porn cosplay. Big tits, big ass, sure, but it’s the way her tank top rides up when she’s doing normal house stuff, or how her shorts bite into her hips when she bends, that sells the whole neglected-wife thing way better than any jutsu. The animation isn’t flawless, sometimes her expressions snap a little weird mid-thrust, and there’s one masturbation loop that goes a bit too long and turns more funny than sexy, but honestly that imperfection fits the mood too. It feels like peeking at something you shouldn’t, not some polished “official” project. There’s a scene where she’s sitting at the window at night, hand between her thighs under the blanket, trying to imagine Naruto touching her, but every time she gets close, her brain replaces him with D1’s voice whispering in her ear. She still finishes, panting his name, then instantly covers her mouth like someone might hear, even though the house is empty. That stupid little detail stayed with me longer than the final full-on riding scene. And yeah, Naruto’s technically in the story, but in a weird way he’s just background noise, like the mission reports he buries himself in while his wife gets railed by a cat with better time management.

You wake up in this place called Furryville like someone dumped you into a horny self-help book and then forgot to proofread it. Buildings look normal, people do normal jobs, but everyone’s some flavor of fluffy, scaly or with too many tails and not enough clothes. Your guy is a total mess at the start, trying to pretend he’s got his shit together while secretly jerking off in a crappy rented room and spying through half-open curtains at neighbors that really should close their blinds. One minute you’re having a cute coffee talk with a shy bunny girl who blushes so hard she can’t say “blowjob” without choking, next minute you’re pinned against a wall by a smug fox who’s blackmailing you with some very inconvenient screenshots and one hand is already sliding into your pants like this is the most casual thing in the world. The shift from wholesome “hey, maybe I can rebuild my life” to “oh, I’m getting my cock sucked in a back alley by someone with fur on their tongue” happens way faster than you expect, and somehow it doesn’t feel forced, just chaotic in a good way, like a scuffed roguelike run where the game keeps throwing weird events at you to see if you crack.

The romance stuff hits harder than it has any right to. You start out just thinking “ok fine, I’ll pick the flirty wolf bartender, clearly tagged for vanilla sex and easy creampie routes,” and then suddenly you care about his stupid drama and why he can’t say what he actually wants. Sex scenes actually react a bit to how you treated them before: act like a dick and you still get your dick wet, but the vibe is different. There’s this one scene where you’re comforting a catgirl after some heavy drama, and it starts with just holding her in bed, fully clothed, then turns into this slow, almost awkward handjob where her tail keeps twitching against your thigh. No crazy positions, no circus porn, just small touches, then she asks if it’s ok to watch you finish and suddenly you’re jerking off for her, her fingers resting at the base of your shaft as she leans closer, eyes wide, whispering that she wants to see it all on her belly. Later, with another route, that same girl is pushed into way filthier stuff if you go down the more manipulative choices, like you agreeing to be part of some blackmail arrangement and ending up fucking her from behind on a desk while the guy who set it up watches from the doorway. She’s trying not to moan too loud, you’re trying not to cum too fast, and the voyeur’s just there, breathing louder each thrust. It’s hot and also uncomfortable and somehow fits the whole “redemption but also I’m kind of trash” vibe. There’s anal, there’s messy creampies where you can actually see it dripping out while she tries to walk, there’s silly scenes like you getting a blowjob under a table during a “serious” talk, and yeah, a bunch of masturbation moments where your guy is just sad and horny, phone in hand, scrolling through chat logs with the same people you’re romancing. The writing stumbles sometimes, wording is clunky here and there, but honestly that makes it feel more real, like everyone is emotionally constipated and horny at the same time. It’s not polished, it’s not trying to be art, it’s more like a horny little world that changes just enough when you push different buttons, and half the fun is seeing which route turns into warm cuddling after sex and which one turns into “I just let a smug fox jerk me off while threatening to leak my pics, and somehow I liked it.”

Yuu looks like one of those quiet types you’d never notice in a crowd, but that’s the trick, isn’t it? The game doesn’t start with fireworks or any fancy menu music - it just drops you right into his head. You can almost feel how tense he is around Misaki, his little sister who’s too innocent for the filth swirling around her. It’s that kind of story where every click feels heavier than it should, because one wrong choice and things slide from tender to completely fucked-up. And they do. You think you’re protecting her, then suddenly the camera lingers too long, she’s asleep, breathing soft, and your cursor hesitates. It’s not subtle about temptation. The voyeurism here is dirty in a way that makes you feel complicit, like you’re peeking through a crack in a door you shouldn’t have opened.

The animation hits that weirdly realistic zone - not uncanny, just raw enough to make the moans stick in your ears. There’s this one scene where Yuu’s hand trembles before touching her thigh, and the sound design makes it worse, or better, depending on what you came for. When the blackmail angle kicks in, everything starts looping back: guilt, lust, anger, repeat. Some endings hit harder than expected - one actually made me shut my phone for a minute. Then I went back anyway. The multiple paths don’t feel like “good” or “bad” endings, more like different shades of corruption. You’ll probably hate yourself a bit, which is exactly why it works.

Weird thing - the romance thread actually lands emotionally once or twice, like when Misaki whispers his name during the sleep scene, half-awake, half-aware. It’s messed up and strangely intimate. You won’t find polished heroes or tidy morals here, just a slow descent wrapped in warm skin and bad decisions. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

This one feels like some horny mage wrote his mid‑life crisis on a napkin, spilled beer on it, then actually cast a spell and turned it into a game. You play as Sam, or whatever name you type in when you’re already half hard, a guy who’s supposed to be powerful and wise but spends most of the story thinking with his dick around monster girls and old mistakes. It’s connected to that main List Saga thing, but this side story is more like sneaking out of a serious fantasy novel to go fuck in the alley behind the magic academy. You keep bumping into this whole mess from your past that refuses to stay buried: the wife you literally tied to a book, the kid you may or may not have screwed over, and these non‑human girls who want to either eat your soul or sit on your face. Sometimes both, honestly.

What makes it weirdly hot is how the game doesn’t rush. It’s not “click button, instant tits.” First you get that slow magical mind control stuff, where you’re not sure if you’re the one in charge or if the monster girl is just letting you think you are. There’s a scene early on where you’re arguing with this horned librarian chick about forbidden grimoires, and the dialogue suddenly slides into her pushing into your mind like warm fingers, asking why you’re still obsessed with that old book that has your wife’s soul. Next click and she’s on her knees, drool on her lips, eyes glowing, taking your cock in her mouth while you feel her in your head, whispering that your son will hate you forever. It’s filthy and kind of fucked up, and yeah, it works. The animated stuff sells it, you actually see the hips move when you’re pounding into her, the little shiver when you pull out and then change your mind and slam right back in. Creampie shots are not shy at all, cum pooling inside, dripping out, especially when it’s some monster girl pussy with weird details that’d get you banned on Instagram in half a second. Sometimes the pacing is like a party that forgot there was supposed to be music: long quiet scene, heavy lore talk about the old spell and your missing kid, then suddenly you’re balls deep in a slime girl who learns your memories by swallowing your load. Then nothing for a bit, just walking around, using spells, checking the same room twice because you swear the book on the table moved, but it didn’t. Or maybe it did, I still don’t know, the thing annoyed me the whole time. The good part is when Sam is supposed to stay focused, talk about “responsibility” and “consequences”, and instead you steer him straight into another mind‑controlled blowjob, or a rough vaginal scene where the monster girl begs you to finish inside so she can “keep a piece of your magic.” It’s filthy, a little pathetic, and somehow romantic in the wrong way, like arguing over who is the best waifu while you’re literally rewriting her brain with your cock. Honestly, I came, then felt bad for like twenty seconds, then wanted to test a different choice to see if I could still break her mind and leave her smiling with your seed leaking down her thighs.

FSS Lamashtu feels like somebody mashed up a cold war naval thriller with a filthy space brothel and then forgot which part was supposed to be serious. You’re the freshly minted captain of this “experimental cruiser” that is absolutely not built for exploration, unless you count exploring how many holes your crew can take in a single patrol. Officially it’s the proud weapon of the Alliance, last hope in a long-ass war. Unofficially it’s your floating fuck-lab, staffed with officers who look like they came out of a horny AI art generator after you typed “war crime but sexy” too many times. The ship layout screen is almost a character by itself: bridge, medbay, cargo, those little tucked-away compartments you quickly learn are perfect for “private disciplinary sessions.” You jump between menus pretending to care about fleet orders, but the only thing you actually remember is which corridor you cornered that technician in when she kept “accidentally” brushing her giant tits against you.

The story likes to pretend it’s about geopolitics and rebellion, and sometimes it even tricks you. You’ll get this long briefing about the Neo-Terran strategic line, convoy raids, morale of the Alliance, all that stuff. Then two clicks later, you’re watching a proud enemy pilot on her knees, mascara running, mouth full of cum while she tries to spit out her rank and serial number. The tone whiplash is almost funny. There’s a certain charm in how the game refuses to pick a lane: you capture prisoners, you break them in slowly or just slam straight into collar-and-chain slavery, you’re supposed to feel the “moral weight” of it, but the next scene has them begging for anal like they read the script ahead of time. The AI CG does that exaggerated wetness thing, where every hole looks like you dumped a bucket of lube on it, and every creampie is this ridiculous white flood that should qualify as a bio-weapon. Sometimes the faces twist into that extreme, over-the-top ahegao that doesn’t even look human anymore, more like a melted idol poster, and it somehow fits this world where war propaganda and porn have fused into one genre.

What sticks in my mind most is how physical the ship starts to feel. You’re not just choosing sex options, you’re shaping routines. That science officer who starts with stiff posture and carefully zipped uniform? A few “private evaluations” in your quarters, and suddenly she’s walking around with visible bite marks on her neck, trying not to react when you casually grope her in front of others. There’s a scene in the hangar where two captured enemy girls are supposed to be processed for interrogation, and you can decide if that means basic questions or “group demonstration of Alliance hospitality.” The way their bodies are posed, covered in semen from multiple angles, has that bukkake ritual vibe, everyone participating because the war needs “unity.” You get toy usage too, not just as accessories but as tools of control: a vibrator left inside during a formal strategy meeting, the slow dawning horror on your new slave’s face when she realizes the remote is in your pocket while admirals talk about casualties. The game never really resolves whether you’re a genius commander or just a sex-obsessed tyrant who got lucky with experimental hardware. At some point there’s a tender-ish lesbian moment tucked awkwardly between brutal scenes, two crew girls comforting each other after a mission, fingers exploring, tongues slow and hesitant, and for once you’re not in the frame at all. It feels almost like the game forgot its own premise for a second, then remembers, throws you back into forced deepthroat in a dark interrogation room, and moves on like nothing happened.