John thinks he knows what “being in control” means. Middle aged dude, nice house, hot wife who calls him “Sir” when the bedroom door closes, cute shy girl hanging around like some lost kitten who accidentally discovered Pornhub too early. Everything looks quiet on the outside, and then Lexie rings the bell with a suitcase and a fuck-you attitude, and the whole setup basically jumps into the blender. The fun part is, the game lets you steer that chaos from inside everyone’s head, not just his. One moment you’re John, getting your cock stroked under the table while trying to act normal. Next scene, you’re Kate, deciding if you punish Lexie for mouthing off or secretly enjoy being challenged by another brat in the house. Then suddenly you’re inside Rachel’s brain, and she’s trying to figure out why watching John dominate Kate makes her so wet she has to masturbate in the bathroom right after family dinner.

What sells it for me is how the sex doesn’t wait until everyone “talks about their feelings” for 10 hours. Lexie walks in, takes one look at how John and Kate play their dom games, and instead of being shocked like a normal person, she basically goes: “Yeah alright, I can work with this.” She’s loud, she teases, she gropes, she tests limits. There’s this scene where she “accidentally” brushes Rachel’s tits while pretending to help her dress, holds a bit too long, and you can feel poor Rachel freeze like a deer in headlights, then squirm because she secretly wants more. Another time Lexie corners John in the shower, starts jerking him off while talking shit about his wife, and you choose if he shuts her down or fucks her hard against the tiles and fills her pussy just to shut her up. And Kate is not just some jealous ornament either. One of my favorite bits is when she realizes Lexie is trying to steal “her Dom” and she flips the script, slaps a collar on Lexie and makes the girl lick her out while John watches. Or doesn’t watch. Your call. The game doesn’t scream “lesbian route” at you, it just quietly throws you into a moment where Kate’s fingers are inside Lexie and Lexie is moaning louder than she swears she ever would.

What’s kind of annoying, small thing, but it stayed in my head, is that one specific outfit. You’ll see it on Rachel, this overly cute getup, and it just will not go away. She wears variations of it and I started focusing more on the stupid bow than on her getting a creampie on the couch. No idea why that pissed me off so much. Anyway, the whole domination angle is not one-note. Sometimes John is clearly in charge, pinning someone down, fucking her slowly until she begs to be filled and then you choose to give her that sloppy creampie or pull out and make her taste every drop while she blushes. Other times, Kate just decides “nope, I’m running this now” and you’re stuck as John, half humiliated, half turned on while both girls use your body like a toy. There are softer things too, masturbating alone in bed while thinking about what you did, or watching two women tangle together on the sheets while you’re not invited. And yeah, there is that forbidden family vibe in the relationships, the way Lexie talks back to Kate, the way Rachel looks at John with those big eyes like he’s some mix of father figure and secret porn fantasy. It never pretends to be wholesome. It’s messy, horny, weirdly funny sometimes, and the story keeps tossing little turns at you, like you think you’re getting a simple harem and suddenly you’re choosing who dominates who, who gets corrupted, and who ends up on their knees licking someone else’s cum out of a freshly fucked pussy.

High school is supposed to be clubs, boring homework and TikTok drama, right? Here you get a futa girl who’s been locked in a chastity belt for ten damn years, walking through the school gate with a hard-on that’s basically a character on its own. She’s been “good” her whole childhood, keeping her secret dick hidden from her foster family, no touching, no release, no late night handjobs, nothing. Day one in her new school she finally takes it off, and you can almost feel the tension snap. The game leans hard into that feeling of “I’ve been starving for a decade, now I’m going to ruin everyone.” It’s not subtle. Teachers, delinquents, shy bookworms, sleepy girls drooling on their desk, even the too-perfect honor student who looks like she’s never even said the word “cock” out loud. They all end up orbiting around her in some way, and you just steer how trashy or “fake innocent” you want each scene to go.

What I liked is that it doesn’t waste time pretending she’s conflicted. She wants to fuck. She wants to creampie. She wants to watch them twitch when they realize that thick shaft they’re grinding on is attached to the “cute transfer girl.” You’ll be creeping into rooms at night, crawling under blankets, pushing panties to the side and sliding in slowly while they mumble in their sleep. The game is really horny about that sleepy little gasp when her body reacts before her brain wakes up, then the moment her eyes open and she realizes she’s full and already clenching. There’s a scene in the nurse office where you fake a fever just to lure the nice school nurse close enough to guide her hand down, and suddenly that “checking your pulse” turns into a sloppy handjob on a futa cock she absolutely should not be touching. And yeah, you can leave her with your cum dripping down her wrist while she’s still telling herself it was an accident. Total bullshit, in the best way.

The 3D style helps a lot for the corruption stuff. You actually see the change in their faces: first timid, then glazed, then full ahegao with drool, tongue out, eyes rolled while you pound them against the window and people walk outside completely unaware. There’s a classroom scene where you sit behind a quiet girl and slowly slide your hand under her shirt while the teacher lectures. You’re groping her tits, she’s trying to take notes, and your cock is poking her back through your skirt. I laughed because it felt like some cursed mix of hentai and actual school boredom. And then later you “help her study” in an empty room and that same girl is voluntarily on her knees, licking the tip, trying to prove she’s not a virgin baby anymore while you pat her head. The cheating angle is nasty too: you fuck a girl while her boyfriend blows up her phone on the desk next to her, the screen lighting up while she moans around your cock. There’s voyeur bits where you stand in the shadows watching a couple make out, then step in and slowly push the guy aside without him even realizing how quickly he got replaced. One thing that annoyed me: the protagonist teases her own dick so much in front of mirrors, stroking and edging, but the game never lets you fail and accidentally cum too early in front of someone. It’s always perfect timing. I wanted at least one horribly awkward, “oh fuck I came in like two strokes” moment. But no, she’s a sex god, apparently. Whatever. The game lives in that constant loop of tease, push, corrupt, breed, sneak away, and pretend nothing happened, then do it all again with someone even more off-limits.

You wake up in this weird in‑between place that feels like someone smashed a porn studio, a nerd convention and a haunted house together and forgot to clean up the lore. Nobody is surprised you just popped in from some random reality. They’re more interested in your dick, your schedule, and whether you sign the consent forms. It’s all very casual. People wander around half-dressed, fully naked, or in outfits that probably break like three different labor laws, but everyone treats it like just another workday. You’re the new guy with way too much freedom and way too little supervision, which is exactly how the game likes it.

The whole thing plays like a lazy day on your phone when you should be answering emails but instead you’re switching between Pornhub, F95, and Telegram. One minute you’re flirting with a stacked milf who has that “I’ve ruined men before” vibe, next minute you accidentally wander into a horror-themed set where a monster girl is chained up for a scene and asks if you want to “rehearse” the tentacle bit. There’s this nice rhythm where you can just walk around, peek into rooms, catch people mid-blowjob or bent over a couch, and decide if you want to join, watch from the dark corner, or act like a professional and go buy coffee. Nobody forces you into anything, which is honestly kinda hot when some cocky actress rolls her eyes and goes “Then don’t, I’ve got five more guys on call.” The power fantasy is there, but it doesn’t hold your hand. You pick who you chase, who you ignore, who you keep as that one late-night regular you always come back to for a quick creampie before touching anything else.

What sells it for me is how filthy it goes without pretending to be classy. You’ve got big tits stuffed into outfits three sizes too small, big asses that just beg for a hard slap, anal scenes that start with teasing and end with “okay, that looked like it hurt but she’s smiling so fine.” There’s straight stuff, lesbian scenes where two girls forget the camera and just devour each other, some surprisingly tender gay content that makes the male MC feel more like a real perv than a porn robot, and then those group things where everyone is on everyone and you basically give up trying to label what’s happening and just enjoy the mess. The voyeur side is strong too; half of my early game was just me peeking through windows or pretending to look for props while people got railed in the background. There’s this old gilf studio manager who flirts so aggressively you kind of hope she finally drags you into her office and “negotiates your contract” on her desk, but she keeps getting interrupted by some stupid production issue and it drove me insane. And then you forget because a monster girl with horns and drool on her chin asks if you wanna try something “unsafe for YouTube but perfect for here,” and suddenly you’re on your knees, nobody’s talking about contracts anymore, and your only real problem is deciding which of these insane people you’re going to keep in your personal little harem ending once you’ve seen enough to know exactly how wrong this place can get in the best possible way.

You start out thinking it’s just another weird sandbox about hypnotizing girls, but the tone hits different. There’s this slow, sticky corruption that creeps in - not all fire and brimstone, more like a soft rot under the skin. The demon Maria doesn’t even feel evil, more like she’s bored and horny, dangling her deal in front of you while you pretend you’re not already imagining what you’ll do with that “Supower.” The city feels alive in that fake kind of way, like a porn set pretending to be a neighborhood, and somehow that makes it hotter. You walk into the school, or the cheap apartment, or the nun’s little chapel, and everything hums with that dirty energy of something forbidden but inevitable.

It’s a game that rewards patience - though I don’t mean gameplay-wise. The real fun is watching how the women change. Their eyes go from defiant to glassy, their voices soften when they say your name. One moment they’re scolding you for being a creep, next they’re begging to taste you, moaning like they forgot who they were before you touched them. It’s not subtle, and thank god for that. There’s NTR bits that sting if you’re too attached, but also moments where you realize you’ve become the bastard doing the same thing. The MILF’s story goes places I didn’t expect - one second she’s the responsible type, then she’s on her knees, tits bouncing, drool dripping down her chin while you tell her she’s nothing but your pet. And yeah, it’s animated, but the roughness of it almost adds charm. Like watching an old fan animation that accidentally nails the filthiness better than polished stuff ever could.

Sometimes I forget what the “main quest” even is. I just end up chasing scenes - the footjob behind the school, the nun whispering prayers while you fill her mouth, the monster girl moaning through transformation. It’s chaotic, half-finished, but I keep coming back. Maybe because it feels like a modder’s dream: imperfect, dirty, and personal. Like someone’s fantasy spilled straight onto the screen without cleanup.

Anna's back and honestly? This fantasy setting hits different than her usual adventures. The whole medieval vibe works surprisingly well - there's something about watching our favorite troublemaker navigate sword fights and monster encounters that just... clicks. Though let's be real, we all know Anna's best weapon isn't steel.

The combat system feels clunky at first but whatever, that's not why we're here. What matters is how they've woven the lewd content into this fantasy framework. Anna gets herself into situations with various creatures and NPCs, and the animations during these encounters are actually pretty solid. The handjob scenes with that orc character had me replaying multiple times - the way Anna's expressions change as things escalate is chef's kiss. And don't get me started on the creampie animations near the end of the corruption path. They really went all out with the fluid physics this time.

Two paths mean two completely different Annas though, which threw me off initially. Pure route Anna feels almost... boring? Like sure, she's fighting the good fight and resisting temptation, but where's the fun in that. Corruption path Anna though - now that's the content we signed up for. The groping scenes escalate naturally, oral encounters feel organic rather than forced, and by the time you reach the monster encounters... well, let's just say Anna discovers some new interests. The vaginal scenes pack serious heat, especially with the fantasy creatures - there's this one sequence with a tentacle beast that goes absolutely wild. Mobile controls work fine but honestly wished they'd optimized the touch zones better for the interactive bits. Still, 200+ renders and 30 animations deliver exactly what the title promises, even if some dialogue feels rushed between the action scenes.

The story drops you right into a filthy mix of business, lust, and betrayal. You play this polished guy with a perfect life - high-rise view, loyal girl, kisses on the neck before work - but everything starts to rot the second your boss leans close with that “favor.” It starts simple, like anyone could talk their way out of it, but it’s the kind of request that turns into a trap. One look, one taste of what’s behind his smug smile and you start losing your grip. It’s not just about sex here, though there’s a lot of it - slow teasing, the kind that makes your pulse skip, then full-on raw scenes where control just dies. You feel the corruption crawl under your skin, and somehow you like it. The animations hit hard, the moans sound too real, and every little gesture feels like someone’s watching. Maybe they are, considering the voyeur angle that sneaks in halfway when you least expect it.

What’s strange is how the humor fucks with all the tension. There are moments you laugh right before something really depraved happens - like the devs know exactly how uncomfortable you’re getting. One girl cracks a joke mid-blowjob, and instead of killing the scene, it makes it hotter, nastier. The writing isn’t clean; it’s dirty and uneven, perfect for the kind of story it tells. You slip from one fantasy to another - cheating, swinging, the occasional slap across bare skin - and it never feels clean. The filth is part of the intimacy; the romance still breathes through it. And maybe that’s what makes this thing addictive. It’s not about collecting scenes or chasing endings, it’s about watching the main guy ruin himself piece by piece and pretending you’re not enjoying it too much. The way some of those girls look at him, you know they’re not innocent either. You might judge them, or maybe you’ll just keep watching, hand resting where it shouldn’t be.

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.

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.

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.